On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, the Plum Garden Painting Association was officially held.

Early in the morning, Lin Tianyang got up early, and after washing, he changed into the new clothes that Lin Tianwan prepared for him, a snow-white robe, with a little ink and plum on it, and he was very delicate after wearing it.

After breakfast, he put the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone into the bamboo pipe, and went downstairs to gather at the gate of the gallery.

Pavilion Master Lu and Steward Chen were already waiting in front of the gate, their eyes were bloodshot, and they had deep dark circles under their eyes, obviously they didn't sleep well last night.

"It seems that when there is a big exam, the principal and the director are always more nervous and scared than the students. Lin Tianyang could probably feel the reason for the insomnia of these two people, and couldn't help but feel a little kind.

The students who were unable to participate in the Plum Garden Painting Meeting also got up early in the morning, and at this time they were gathered in the courtyard, and they could not hide their envy and excitement in their fiery eyes, and they saw the ten heroes out of the gate of the art gallery.

Wu Xiaoling's love letter is still there.

There was a carriage parked in front of the gate, the four horses in the front of the carriage were full of energy, the carriage was wide and luxurious, it seemed to be enough to accommodate about twenty people, and the four big characters of Qingjiang Art Gallery were written on the surface of both sides of the carriage.

After counting the number of people, Lu Huanyu and Chen Guan got into the carriage in advance, and the top ten heroes then walked into the carriage one after another.

The sound of firecrackers immediately sounded in front of the Qingjiang Art Museum, mixed with the applause and cheers of the students, and the four horses started slowly, and the wide carriage slowly drove out of the city.

In the wide carriage, Wu Xiaoling and other nine students crowded to the left and sat down, no one wanted to sit next to Lin Tianyang, Wu Xiaoling looked at him casually, and gritted her teeth with hatred.

That love letter made her lose face, and even her family was persuading her to learn to paint hard and not to fall in love, so that she couldn't wash it up when she jumped into the Yellow River, so she was very angry and pulled other students to reject Lin Tianyang.

Lin Tianyang, who was excluded, dominated the right seat, but instead fell quietly, enjoying the scenery all the way in a leisurely manner.

Today is the Lantern Festival, the city is full of lights, every household has hung up red lanterns, along the way the people see the carriage of the gallery passing by, they have stopped their work and applauded, Lin Tianyang waved through the car window, like a leader out of the patrol.

The carriage soon arrived at the city gate, under the command of the city gate guards, the rest of the people who went out of the city all retreated, and the carriage of the Qingjiang Art Museum and the carriages of the other art galleries gave priority to pass out of the city, all the way to the west.

On the wide avenue, more than 30 horse-drawn carriages drove towards Luomei Mountain in the suburbs in an orderly manner.

Along the way, there are green trees, flowers and plants everywhere, in addition to the carriage of the gallery, there are many people who go to the plum garden, just to witness the grand occasion of the heroes and heroes of the major art galleries on the spot.

About half an hour later, Lin Tianyang saw Luomei Mountain in the distance.

Luomei Mountain is majestic, straight to the sky, today's sunshine is warm, cloudless, under the blue sky, Luomei Mountain is full of plum blossoms, the wind rises and flowers surge, like a pink ocean, beautiful to the extreme.

In the sea of flowers in the mountains, there is a large area of buildings with black tiles and white walls, which stretches out, which is the plum garden.

The carriage climbs the mountain, winding up, and the plum blossoms along the way become forests, fragrant and pleasant.

In front of the Plum Garden Gate, there is a large open space, where many families of the participating students are already waiting.

After more than 30 carriages of the gallery stopped in turn, Lin Tianyang took the lead in jumping out of the carriage and went to the crowded place, looking at his head for a while, and after a while, he found the figures of Lin Tianwan and Chen Lao and his wife, and was about to walk quickly, but suddenly froze.

Wang Ziyan, who was wearing a pink and white dress, was standing beside Lin Tianwan, smiling.

"How could she get together with her sister?" Lin Tianyang was puzzled, but walked over.

Lin Tianwan saw him at a glance, and her eyes were happy: "Tianyang, you have arrived!"

"Sister, Uncle Chen, Granny Chen," Lin Tianyang said hello to his family and looked at Wang Ziyan next to him: "Miss Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are much more beautiful again." ”

His directness made Wang Ziyan feel very interesting, and her smile was even bigger, and she said: "Lin Gongzi's mouth seems to be smeared with honey, but it makes me a little uncomfortable." ”

Lin Tianyang knew that what she meant was the previous incident, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and said: "Today's Meiyuan event, as Miss Wang, is naturally a guest of honor, why are you waiting here?"

Wang Ziyan pursed her lips and smiled, leaned closer to him and whispered: "The 50,000 taels that Gongzi asked for before, Shopkeeper Liu only gave 30,000, and the remaining 20,000 taels of silver tickets could not have been forgotten by Gongzi?"

Lin Tianyang suddenly remembered that there were indeed 20,000 taels of silver tickets that had not yet been received, and he had been so busy with cultivation that he had forgotten about it outside the clouds.

"I really regard money as dung!" Lin Tianyang shouted luck, and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you Miss Wang for reminding me, the Sihai Chamber of Commerce is worthy of being the No. 1 Chamber of Commerce in Mobei City, and it is really honest!"

Wang Ziyan smiled gracefully and said, "Childe's improved Danfang has earned nearly one million taels of silver for my Four Seas Chamber of Commerce in half a month, how can I be such a person who forgets his righteousness? But doesn't Childe really consider cooperating with my Four Seas Chamber of Commerce to earn an extra dividend?"

"I understand Miss Wang's good intentions, but I am obsessed with painting and don't want to involve too many trivial matters. Lin Tianyang took the 20,000 taels of silver tickets and politely refused.

Wang Ziyan's action of giving the silver ticket is very secretive, but as the eldest lady of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, she is the focus of everyone's attention, and this scene has been seen by many people, and it has further implemented Lin Tianyang's idea of leaning on Wang Ziyan and eating soft rice.

"This bastard who stepped on shit luck!" Many people looked at Lin Tianyang fiercely with envy, jealousy and hatred in their eyes.

"Little master, I have put ten taels of silver on you, don't let me down!" Uncle Chen came up and interrupted the conversation between the two.

Lin Tianyang was puzzled: "What ten taels of silver?"

Chen Bo hurriedly explained, it turned out that the Plum Garden Painting Club has been opened in this place over the years, so that the people can bet on the treasure, guess who the top ten of the Plum Garden Painting Club will be, the odds of each student are adjusted according to the strength of the gambling house, the lowest odds are often the popular candidates of the year, the strength should not be underestimated, such a stimulating gambling game, every year will attract a large number of people to participate actively.

"Little master, your odds are the highest, thirty to one!" Uncle Chen looked excited, and said: "If you become one of the ten masters of the plum garden, not only will you be the glory of our Lin family, but also let me earn three hundred taels of silver!"

Lin Tianyang couldn't help frowning.

The highest odds mean that the gambling house will rate his strength as the worst among all the participating students, so he will have the confidence to offer such high odds.

"This year's handicap was opened by the gambling house run by Zhang Wencheng's family. Wang Ziyan added lightly on the side.

"Zhang Wencheng, it's this beast again, dare to underestimate me so much, then don't blame me for making you bleed!" Lin Tianyang sneered in his heart, took out the 20,000 taels of silver tickets that had not yet been covered and handed them to Uncle Chen: "Uncle Chen, you help me bet all the 20,000 taels of silver, and bet that I can become one of the ten heroes of Meiyuan!"

"Tianyang, you're crazy!" Lin Tianwan hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade her, and said hurriedly: "This is 20,000 taels of silver, even if you are confident, you can't gamble so crazy!"

Uncle Chen was also frightened, and said, "Little master, this is too much, if you lose, you won't be able to get back a tael of silver!"

"Don't worry, I'm sure!" Lin Tianyang was full of confidence and said: "As long as I become one of the ten masters of the plum garden, this can become 600,000 taels of silver, you just have confidence in me!"

600,000 taels of silver!

Lin Tianwan and Uncle Chen glanced at each other, frightened, they had worked hard to run the piano shop for ten years, and they had never seen so much silver in ten years of operation.

"Uncle Chen, don't think about it, hurry up and help me place a bet, I won't lose!" Lin Tianyang urged again.

"It's rare that Lin Gongzi has such a Yaxing, I will also accompany Gongzi to gamble, Uncle Chen, you can also bet 20,000 taels of silver for me, and bet that Lin Gongzi can become one of the ten heroes of Meiyuan." Wang Ziyan also handed over 20,000 taels of silver tickets with a smile on her face.

Uncle Chen was holding 40,000 taels of silver tickets in his hand at this time, only feeling heavy as a mountain, and when he thought that if Lin Tianyang did not become one of the top ten masters of Meiyuan, the 40,000 taels of silver tickets would turn into a cloud of smoke, and he was suddenly trembling with fright.

Lin Tianwan and Mr. and Mrs. Chen tried their best to persuade them, but Lin Tianyang and Wang Ziyan insisted on their attitudes, and after arguing for a long time, Uncle Chen still trembled and ran to place a bet.

"Lin Gongzi, I have invested so heavily in you, don't let me down. Wang Ziyan said.

Lin Tianyang patted his chest: "Don't worry, I've got the Ten Masters of Meiyuan, you just wait to count the silver!"

Open the master of the painting, and hold the Heavenly Sage Illustrated Book, if he can't even take down the Ten Masterpieces of the Plum Garden, then he simply won't live!

"Zhang Wencheng, this time I will definitely make you bleed, see if you dare to scream!" Lin Tianyang was overjoyed when he thought of the scene where Zhang Wencheng vomited blood.

Accompanying Lin Tianwan and Wang Ziyan to chat for a while, a bell rang in the plum garden, and everyone in the gallery should enter.

"Sister, Miss Wang, I'll go in first!" Lin Tianyang said goodbye to the two.

"Tianyang, come on! Sister is waiting for you outside!" Lin Tianwan asked in a loud voice, very nervous.

Wang Ziyan also encouraged, and returned to the carriage of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, she was a VIP and could enter by car through the side door.

Lin Tianyang returned to the team of Qingjiang Art Gallery, followed Lu Huanyu and Steward Chen at the back of the queue to enter the garden, and slowly walked forward.

The students who participated in the meeting totaled more than 300 people, plus the accompanying museum owners and teachers, there were no less than 500 people, and it took more than half an hour for Qingjiang Art Museum to enter the garden through the front door of the plum garden.

Behind the door is an open square, in the middle is a straight and wide avenue, leading to the majestic hall in front of the square, on both sides of the avenue, the brass incense burner is placed in an orderly manner, the smoke rises, the people who participate in the painting gallery are lined up to move forward, stand and wait in front of the main hall, the Qingjiang art gallery everyone enters the last, and naturally ranks last.

Over the years, the Qingjiang Art Gallery has been named Sun Shan, and no one has ever been selected as one of the top ten masters of the Plum Garden, because compared with the people in other art galleries, Wu Xiaoling and others always feel that they are bowed, and they dare not make a sound along the way.

Only Lin Tianyang was unaware of the surprised eyes of others, and looked at the white stone statue standing in front of the main hall at the end of the line.

The statue is a middle-aged man, white robe like snow, holding a seven-star ink pen, stepping on colorful clouds, the meticulous carving is impressive, and the whole statue looks elegant and dusty.

"Painter Saint, you yourself are much more beautiful than this statue. Lin Tianyang joked to Wu Daozi in the sea of knowledge.

The statue in front of the main hall is carved to paint the saint Wu Daozi.

The painting saint is admired by the world, and whenever there is a grand event of painting, there must be a ritual of visiting the painting saint, which means to praise the merits of painting and carry forward the spirit of painting.

Wu Daozi heard his teasing and quickly responded: "If someone statues you are, it must be much cuter than yourself." ”

Lin Tianyang was speechless for a while, and under his influence, the painting saint seemed to have become a little naughty?

After the participating students lined up and stood up, a group of people walked out of the main hall, led by three old men, dressed in white robes and fairy wind bones, and slowly walked to the front of the painted holy statue.

The faces of the three old men were calm, not angry and arrogant, and the light in their deep eyes shimmered, and they were even more brilliant under the clear sun, and a thin majesty enveloped the audience.

There were groups of painters in the field, and Lin Tianyang didn't dare to use his mental power to perceive the realm of the three old men, but just by looking at it from a distance, he could feel that the cultivation of the three old men was simply unfathomable.

"The time has come, all living beings pay homage to the painting saint!"

The old man in the center spoke loudly, and the sound shook all over the world.

All the people in the square fell to their knees.

"If you worship the saint of painting, you will have good luck with painting!"

"Two worship and paint saints, bless all beings!"

"Three worship and painting saints, and painting is prosperous!"

In the play, the old man shouted three times, the leader knelt down, and everyone bowed three times in succession.

After worshipping the painting saint, the owner of the art gallery and the teachers withdrew one after another, and only the students who participated in the exhibition remained.

The old man in the center waved his hand, and more than 300 sets of yellow wood tables and chairs appeared on the blank square, as if someone had already carefully placed them here, which immediately caused an exclamation in the audience.

"In the painting, this old man is actually a painter of the Cave Realm!"

Lin Tianyang's eyes were full of light, and he couldn't help but praise the old man in the middle.

After the painter is promoted to the cave realm, he can break the limitations of heaven and earth space, and form a world of his own in the void, the higher the realm, the larger the space of the painting world, the old man's painting world can accommodate more than 300 sets of tables and chairs, I am afraid that the realm is only above the hole void!

Even in the entire Baisheng Dynasty, Lin Tianyang didn't expect that a plum garden painting meeting would allow him to see a living immortal figure!

Although he had already seen Wu Daozi, the strongest painting saint in 10,000 years, Wu Daozi had already lost his magical powers, and when it came to means, it was far less than the shock brought to him by this cave void old man!

Lin Tianyang just meditated in his heart and didn't make a sound, so Wu Daozi in the sea didn't know that he was despised again......

After the examination room was arranged, more than 300 students began to draw lots, and after Lin Tianyang finished drawing seats, he sat down quietly, placed pen, ink and paper inkstones on the table neatly, and waited for the exam to begin.

Outside the gate of Meiyuan, at the booth where the gambling was opened, Steward Zhou explained a few times, and then hurriedly walked towards the Zhang family's carriage, with a panic on his face.

"Childe, something is wrong!" Steward Zhou looked at Zhang Wencheng, who was leisurely drinking tea in the carriage, and his tone was anxious.

Zhang Wencheng put down the teacup in his hand and frowned: "Why are you so panicked?"

Steward Zhou said nervously: "Just now, my subordinates reported to me that Lin Tianyang and Wang Ziyan made a heavy bet of 40,000 taels of silver, betting that Lin Tianyang could become one of the ten masters of Meiyuan!"

"Forty thousand taels? It seems that the rumors in the market that Wang Ziyan took care of him are really a bit credible, but it is cheaper for this kid," Zhang Wencheng's expression was still calm, and said: "Since they have the intention to send money, we will follow, why be so panicked." ”

Steward Zhou hurriedly said: "But if Lin Tianyang really becomes one of the top ten masters of the plum garden, we will have to pay 1.2 million taels of silver!"

No wonder Steward Zhou was so flustered, with the financial resources of the Zhang family, although it was not enough to break the muscles and bones, it was definitely not easy.

Zhang Wencheng was confident and said calmly: "Do you think that with such a waste as Lin Tianyang, you can become one of the ten masters of the Plum Garden? At the end of the Plum Garden Painting Club, it belongs to the contest between painters, you want to tell me that this waste has become a painter in less than half a month?

Seeing that he was not in a hurry, Steward Zhou knew that he was not careful, gritted his teeth, and withdrew with a look of chagrin.

"Hmph, Lin Tianyang, you really don't know whether you live or die, do you really think that my Zhang family's silver is so easy to earn?" Zhang Wencheng slowly picked up the teacup and sneered: "Forty thousand taels of silver, I will definitely let you lose all your money!"