"Shuyuan, Xiaoya, you can be a judge!" Wu Hou pointed to the two paintings and smiled. "In terms of painting skills, Ru'er and I have reached the point of reaching the pinnacle and returning to the basics, I'm afraid we won't be able to compete, mainly to see the artistic conception."

Wu Hou said that this sentence is not arrogant, extremely natural, and the people around him are not a little disobedient, with the fame of this father and daughter, if this painting skill is not at its peak, there is no one in the world who can be worthy of this sentence.

"The name of my painting is 'Time flies, Dawn of the West Lake'." Wu Hou took out a piece of black cloth and floated it above his scroll, and the sunlight was blocked by the black cloth, causing the West Lake in the scroll to enter dusk. No, not only into dusk, the scene of the whole picture scroll has changed, whether it is the lake or the sunset, and even the fish and pedestrians seem to reappear on the picture scroll at dusk last night, when Wu Hou clicked the first brush and ink.

It's breathtaking, but it's not over, as the black cloth blocks the more sunlight, the scene in the picture scroll also moves from the dusk West Lake like a speeding photographic record into the night, the beauty of the moonlight West Lake is displayed in the vision of all talented and beautiful women, the bright moon, silver light, microwaves, cool breezes, and even a waterfowl that skimmed the surface of the lake are recorded in the picture scroll.

In the dead of night, but the artistic conception in the painting scroll actually made people's ears sound the silent night hallucinations of frogs chirping and insects, and the night was deeper, the frogs chirping, and the insects hissing gradually became scarce, and the whole West Lake really fell into dead silence.

After a long and cold night, the eastern sky was white, but the sky was still gray and silent, until a glimmer of morning light, a golden light, like a sharp sword and a giant axe, cut through the darkness, split the dead silence, and brought the dawn to the West Lake.

At that moment, the water birds flutter their wings, the fish leap over the water, the peach willows fly happily, the talented and beautiful women, the peddlers and pawns, all appear on the shore of the West Lake one after another, and the spectacular of the vivid dawn of the dawn shows a picture scroll, leaving people with endless shock and touch.

"I'm tired, what a picture scroll! It's clearly a live-action acceleration documentary of West Lake! Shen Nan's eyes widened. Is this really the level that ordinary pen and ink can achieve only by virtue of drawing skills? "This level of painting skills is much stronger than his humane control over subtleties, and compared with this painting skill, his figure making skills are thousands of miles behind.

"This is the legendary light and dark painting technique, different light and darkness show different pictures, miraculous, miraculous!" Mo Yue'er was amazed, although she also had some achievements in painting, but it was still far from this peak and return to the basics.

"It is worthy of being the world's first talented master Wuhou, and Xiaosheng admires it."

The surrounding talents and beauties all looked at Wuhou with reverence, and they were inspired a lot when they saw such a peak painting technique.

"It's been a long time since I've seen my father's light and dark painting skills, and every time I see it, it's fascinating." Mr. Zhuge admired with a smile, but there was no expression of defeat, obviously even if she saw such a picture, she still had confidence.

Everyone looked at her expectantly, what kind of West Lake map would this strange woman come up with compared to Wuhou's dawn?

Mr. Zhuge smiled slightly, raised his hand and cast a small method, the temperature on the West Lake Yuntai changed, which was very suitable, cool and with a hint of warmth, moistening people's hearts and spleens. "My picture scroll is called 'Wenhua Wonderland: Four Seasons Reincarnation'"

The picture scroll has also changed, Qixi Festival is the height of summer, Mr. Zhuge in the picture scroll lotus leaf lotus occupies a small half of the area, each leaf and each flower can become the focus, even if it is not an exaggeration to write a poem.

Dragonflies, bees, and butterflies frolicking in the lotus bushes, spreading pollen and bearing full lotus seeds, this moment of the picture scroll is the peak of the vitality of the West Lake in midsummer.

After the peak, it naturally turned into decay, the autumn cold took away the vitality of the entire West Lake little by little, and the autumn cold became the main theme of the picture.

The cool autumn turns cold, the lotus leaves have long been gone, the calm lake has a thin layer of frost, and the velvet snowflakes are fluttering, covering the cold and lonely West Lake with a layer of white velvet quilt, although it is wrapped in silver, it is still difficult to hide the cold chill.

But in the cold is pregnant with new life, they have survived the winter, a touch of green buds grow under the ice and snow, quietly and abruptly for the silver and white world embellished with the color of life, the breath of life is vigorous here, the ice and snow melt, the sparkling waves of the West Lake ripple again, the green lotus leaves stretch, and the lotus flowers are budding to be released. It's summer again, and the seasons are round.

Beauty! Like a fairyland. Magnificent! A reincarnation. Shocked, the heart is shaking.

"This is what I borrowed from my father's 'light and dark' to create, and the display of the picture scroll is controlled by the temperature difference, which is called 'reincarnation'." Mr. Zhuge smiled, but the pride in his bones was something anyone could feel.

It's just that she has proud capital, and anyone will allow her to be proud at the moment, including Wuhou.

"Good, good!" Wu Hou was both happy and proud, but also had a headache and helplessness. "It's hard to tell the winner.

"The so-called picture scroll, in addition to self-appreciation, naturally also needs the appreciation of others, if Mr. and Lord Wuhou are difficult to decide, it is better to let the talented and beautiful people present vote for their favorite picture scroll, although this does not represent anything, but can distinguish the victory or defeat." Luo Yongxiao shook the folding fan lightly and politely put forward this opinion.

The rest of the talented people glanced at this personable, handsome and charming son in surprise, and in front of these two, they had the courage to put forward their opinions, and several beauties were even blushing, and some shy whispered.

Only a few people looked at the equally handsome scholar behind the handsome boy.

"That makes sense!" Wu Hou nodded happily when he heard this, and glanced at him with a smile in his eyes. "What do you think?"

"I have no opinion." Mr. Zhuge nodded lightly, and secretly glanced at a certain 'obedient' scholar.

"In this way, it will trouble you students, everyone knows the character of Ru'er and me, you don't need to worry about your identity and seniority, and you won't settle accounts with you after the autumn. Just pick a pair that you like better. Wuhou stroked his beard warmly and smiled.

Everyone let out a good-natured laugh, and there was really no need to doubt the character of these two, which was known to the world, except for a certain scholar.

Dozens of students enthusiastically voted for their favorite picture scroll.

Ji Qiongxi, Qin Ya, voted for the reincarnation of the four seasons and strongly supported Mr. Zhuge .

Luo Yongxiao, Xie Shuyuan, cast Xiaoxiao West Lake, thinking that this painting is deeper in their hearts.

Mo Yue'er looked around, and suddenly chose to abstain with a sly smile, on the grounds that she liked both volumes very much, and she couldn't pick which one was better.

And at the moment when Mo Yue'er abstained, Shen Nan knew that she was going to suffer, this little witch was really not easy to fool, and she lifted a stone to shoot herself in the foot this time.

Because, after some voting, the votes of Mr. Zhuge and Lord Wuhou were 38:38, a draw.