"This ...... Haha, is this a waiver of treatment......"

"It's just a blind drawing......

"Look at his posture of holding a pen, it's also funny......"

Li Juan's face darkened.

Because Xiang Yu held the pen directly with one hand, and then put it on the paper in a very stylish way...... Doodle up.

That's right, it's scribbling, it's not drawing anything at all. Even if a few people couldn't draw tigers before, at least they painted some flowers and plants, but Xiang Yu was simply graffiti.

The ridicule around did not enter Xiang Yu's ears.

He was staring at the paper at the moment, his big hands getting harder and harder. If someone takes a closer look, they will find that a trace of cold sweat appeared on Xiang Yu's forehead, and his wrist trembled slightly. He didn't have it easy.

In the field of "Huh......", someone suddenly let out a soft sigh at Xiang Yu's painting.

"You see he painted a mountain?"

"It's a mountain...... It's just that the depth of this ink is completely hand-painted, and there is no majesty like a mountain at all. Long Yuan looked at the picture and also spoke.

Li Juan looked at Xiang Yu's pen tip that was moving more and more rapidly, and suddenly her face was a little stunned.

This painting ......

"Those who guard the poor are poor, and sigh and cry like rain. Crying in the grief, can you see it in peace? Xiang Yu suddenly read the poem, and at the same time, the whole person paused suddenly, and threw his arm forward, faintly as if the sound of wind and thunder was hooked, and the picture was reached.

Brush!

The brush and ink with the fragrance of ink instantly fell on the screen, and Xiang Yu waved the wolf howl again, and his whole body danced, with a strange sense of rhythm.

"This is ......," Li Juan muttered, looking at a crooked mountain in the picture. The mouth is slightly open.

Even Ye Futu had a stern expression. Breathing is also suddenly a little short.

Something seems wrong......

"I would like to be poor. Lang evil tilted to the left. Xiang Yu read another sentence of poetry, and rubbed it violently on the picture with a brush that had been dried. The whole person seems to be flying, constantly spinning, and every time it rotates, it will leave a little brush and ink on the painting. There is no basis for believing in the horse.

On the screen, a mountain that seems to be hidden in the depths of the white clouds looms, and the mountain is crooked and messy. The picture is rough and stiff, but it will make people who look at it feel suffocated.

"Although I want to be loyal, I will return to my heart." Xiang Yu threw away the brush suddenly, and then spat out at the words.

This breath contains his Langya domineering, and directly wrinkles the surface of the paper.

However, it is this breath that seems to have made a qualitative change in the whole picture!

The wisps of ink looked like they were unevenly distributed, and at the moment they looked indescribably ethereal. The mountain is huge but crooked, like a legendary mirage. In one go. Some of the pages are wrinkled, but the wrinkles at the moment are like the boulders of the mountain, which is fascinating.

Finish!

"The name of this picture is Lang Xuan." Xiang Yu exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked at Li Juan: "This teacher, have you ever understood?" ”

Li Juan didn't answer, staring at the picture in a daze, as if she was in a daze.

Ye Futu's eyes widened, staring at the picture. From it, he felt a powerful domineering!

That's right, it's domineering!

Xiang Yu breathed the domineering aura in his body, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Using Langya's domineering spirit to control the brush painting, the artistic conception of Langya's domineering martial arts is integrated into the painting, how can you not shock the audience?

He didn't know how to draw, and he couldn't even hold a pen. But it's not painting, it's ...... Martial arts.

Only a real master can do it, martial arts have their own artistic conception, and Xiang Yu just used his pen to express martial arts.

Silence!

The group of contestants who had laughed at Xiang Yu before were also stunned at the moment, and after a long time, someone was stunned and said, "I still don't think this painting is exquisite...... However, there is an aura in it that makes me want to surrender......"

"That's right...... It's like Van Gogh Picasso, the painting is obviously not very good, but it seems that this is the painting, this is the real artistic conception......"

"Even, this painting makes people a little incomprehensible, but I vaguely feel the artistic conception ......"

"Everyone's handwriting." Finally, Li Juan came back to her senses, looked at Xiang Yu with a somewhat complicated look, and said such a sentence.

Xiang Yu painted, there were too many things that made her dissatisfied, but when the picture came out, she knew that she was lonely and unheard.

Xiang Yu is not wrong, in terms of artistic conception, the grade of this painting is far more than the picture of Ye Futu and the two tigers competing for each other!

The battle of wills, after all, still seems to be a little angry.

The real artistic conception is this kind of breeze coming slowly, and I bloom indifferently and quietly.

It is very mysterious and misty, and only those who see this painting can feel the true meaning of it.

"...... you" Ye Futu looked at Xiang Yu, suddenly his chest trembled, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth!

This scene stunned many people, and immediately someone helped Ye Futu and exclaimed: "The prince ......"

Ye Futu shook off the person who helped him, his whole body shook, and an indescribable sourness in his chest filled wildly. He never thought that he was still in the limelight this round and was compared by the other party.

The emotion parasitic on He Shengliang actually flashed in his mind!

He has never experienced such a failure since he was a child, he is proficient in Ye Futu, Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, his cultivation of classical literature is unsurpassed, and his understanding of modern literature and art is also stronger than many people around him. But on the contrary, there is a Xiang Yu!

A piece of guqin, a game of Go, a small seal in one hand, and a picture scroll trampled him Ye Futu under his feet!

"Out of bounds...... This is the most golden, full score, in terms of artistic conception, this painting has reached the peak. Li Juan looked at Xiang Yu, and even the two tigers that she once loved very much just now had no intention of looking at it, and said very seriously: "I apologize for my previous ignorance, you are the grandmaster of art." ”

Li Juan is not a martial artist, just a mortal, but she knows how to paint and true elegant art.

This painting shook her heart, and it seemed a bit unworthy of her name to give Ye Futu the same perfect score in comparison.

Finally, she made a decision, although, this decision was somewhat cruel......

"Ye Futu ......" She hesitated a little, but still gritted her teeth and said: "Your full score may be canceled this time, I will give you twenty-three points." Xiang Yu's painting can get full marks. ”

Burst......

Ye Futu only felt that it was dark in front of him, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out, which frightened Li Juan a little worried: "Are you okay?" I...... Let's give you twenty-four points, it's also good for the two tigers to compete for the picture......"

"Just twenty-three!" When he said these words, Ye Futu only felt that his teeth were about to shatter.

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The patriarchs of the eight clans looked at Ye Futu, who originally showed a full score on the scoreboard, suddenly changed to twenty-three, and the dazzling twenty-five points under Xiang Yu's name, their expressions were a little dull.

"Yes...... Did something go wrong? After a long time, Long Feiyang let out a question with a strange expression.

Nangong Wufeng was speechless at the moment, looking at the score, and even smirked a little.

This, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all champions?

What about Ye Futu, who was once known as the first person of the younger generation? What about Ye Futu, who is known as not defeated?

"Something went wrong...... Shui Men's face was a little unbelievable, he never thought that the Nangong family would pull Xiang Yu over and really accomplish such a feat. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the four arts won the championship!

"I'll take a look!" Ximenkun was the most unnatural, and he couldn't sit still.

As soon as the door was opened, a waiter came over with a smile: "May I ask the master of the Simon family any questions?" ”

"Why did Ye Futu get a perfect score at the beginning and suddenly become twenty-three?" Ximen Kun said with a cold face: "You people who record scores are too careless, right?" Did you make a mistake with the previous scores? ”

"Oh, that's the case......" The waiter hurriedly explained: "Here's the thing, Ye Gongzi just drew a picture of two tigers competing and really amazed the audience, but when it was Mr. Xiang Yu's turn, Xiang Yu used a painting to improve the examiner's review standards, so Xiang Yu got a full score, and Ye Gongzi dropped two points." ”

"What? What are you kidding, you've already given a full score and dropped it, is this feather painting so good?! Ximen Kun asked directly.

Ye Futu is the real representative of the Ximen family, and he is suppressed by Xiang Yu everywhere, and he is naturally angry.

The waiter was also a little frightened, and the head of the family, who was one of the eight clans, whispered, "That...... The examiner said...... The difference between the two paintings is simply the difference between cloud and mud......"

"Haha, Brother Kun should come in, it's not interesting to embarrass a waiter." Inside the house, Nangong Wufeng said with a smile, and no one could hear the smugness in his tone.

Ximen Kun snorted, turned around and returned to the room, and said in a somewhat cold tone: "What kind of person is the score is low, Emperor Liu Qingdi's shares are what determine the battle situation." ”

"Not necessarily." The corners of Nangong Wufeng's mouth were hooked, and he smiled mysteriously.

(The second more, I sincerely ask for a subscription!) (To be continued......)