On the third day after the auction, the year-end talent contest begins.

"So far, a total of 363 paintings have been received."

Fang Jingye pointed to the paintings placed one by one in the large teaching hall of Guozijian, and said to several painting judges: "It's all the old rules, I won't say more, let's judge directly." ”

Kang Shilin and the others nodded, did not speak, walked into the teaching house, and started working directly.

The judging of the calligraphy and painting competitions is much simpler than the two competitions of piano and chess. The preliminary and semi-finals do not require participants to draw or write on the spot, just hand in their works.

Anyway, in the finals, the contestants have to write and draw on the spot; Several judges will also be judged on the style of the three competitions. I don't have to worry about someone else using someone else's work to replace the impersonation.

Every year, almost all of them judge the painting competition, everyone is familiar with the road, all the way to the past, and there is no need to write by themselves, after reading it, tell the little guy behind him, whether the painting is given eight points or five points, or two or three points. In the end, the scores will be counted by a special person, and the top 100 players who can enter the semi-finals will be selected.

In order to be fair and just, the contestants' payment will be covered, and the judges can only look at the painting to score.

Kang Shilin was concentrating on commenting on the painting, when he suddenly heard Peng Guoan in front of him shout: "Hey, this painting ...... Come and see this picture! ”

Kang Shilin looked up, and saw that Peng Guoan's face was flushed, and his fingers pointing to the painting were trembling, looking very excited.

Peng Guoan is the priest of the country. He is very proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is considered an all-rounder. Therefore, in previous talent competitions, he will temporarily decide which one to judge in order to play a supervisory role and prevent the judges from cheating.

Although Peng Guoan is only in his forties, he can become the prince of the country, he is not only talented, but also extremely calm, and he is rarely excited like this.

Kang Shilin couldn't help but walk over curiously, and saw a painting pointed out by Peng Guoan.

The painting paper is a mountain peak, the peak is ten thousand feet high, ten thousand ravines and thousands of rocks, majestic and magnificent.

Don't look at the painting, just look at the magnificent momentum that comes to his face, Kang Shilin knows that this painting is from Zhao Ruxi's hand, and he also knows why Peng Guoan is so excited.

As soon as the connoisseur stretches out his hand, he will know if there is one.

Even if the painting auctioned by Zhao Ruxi is a waterfall, the only few craggy rocks on the painting are just to set off the momentum of the waterfall; And at the auction, everyone can only watch those few breaths, and there is no time for them to think carefully. But those who are insiders can see with what brushstrokes these landscapes are used to draw them, and once this style appears, it is deeply imprinted in their minds.

Sure enough, without waiting for Kang Shilin to speak, Liang Song, another painting master of Guozijian, ran over to take a look, and also exclaimed excitedly: "It's him, it's that person, it's the person who painted the painting that was auctioned by the emperor at the last auction." ”

Zhou Wenbai and Fang Jingye carefully examined the painting, and found that the painting was from Zhao Ruxi's hand, thinking that Liang Song said that it was a painting at the auction, both of them turned their heads to look at Kang Shilin, and their faces showed shock.

Fang Jingye is okay, he knows that there are outsiders, if it was Kang Shilin who deliberately concealed it, it would be difficult for them to ask at this time.

Zhou Wenbai's temperament is similar to Kang Shilin, he is a rectum, and he ignores the world even more than Kang Shilin.

He couldn't help but ask, "This is the painting by the author of the painting that was auctioned at auction?" ”

He is a celebrity, and like Kang Shilin, he has no official position or title; Although Fang Jingye is a master in the country, he is almost the same. Neither went to the auction.

However, the painting was so strange that everyone talked about it afterwards, saying that there was a painting of an unknown man at the auction, which was auctioned by Gonggong Xie, and the price was as high as Mr. Deadwood's, and it was a cut higher than the painting of Zuo Qiusheng in the previous Chaochao, and the level was really good.

As painters, Zhou Wenbai and Fang Jingye were naturally very interested in this painting and wanted to observe it. The person who had no choice but to take the picture was the emperor, and the painting was in his hands, and the ministers who were not close to him had no chance to see it. Zhou Wenbai and Fang Jingye are still very regretful.

For this reason, they also asked Kang Shilin how the painting was, Kang Shilin only said that the painting was good, if it weren't for the fact that the author of the painting was not famous, and the price of the painting was especially higher than him, he would not say a word else.

It's okay not to ask, but when Kang Shilin described it like this, the hearts of the two of them were like cats, and they were more interested in this painting.

At this time, they found out that the painting might have been painted by Zhao Ruxi, and the shock in the hearts of the two was really indescribable.

How Zhao Ruxi learned to paint with Kang Shilin, how to create a new painting method, and how the new painting method made rapid progress day by day after it was created, and the more he painted, the better he became, Zhou Wenbo and Fang Jingye both saw it in their eyes, and they also admired Zhao Ruxi very much in their hearts.

But the two really didn't expect that she would unconsciously stand at a height comparable to Kang Shilin.

Thinking that the child was only fourteen years old, and he had such an achievement, which they could not achieve in their lifetime, both of them looked a little dazed and began to doubt life.

Peng Guoan and Liang Song next to them stared at the painting, figuring out how to draw it, completely immersed in it, and didn't see the lawsuit between the three of them.

Although the little apprentice came to participate in the competition, it was to show his identity and gain a certain reputation. But Kang Shilin knew that now was not the time to expose this matter.

These three or four hundred paintings are all vague, just for the sake of fairness and justice.

He now names the author of the painting, regardless of the specifics, the nature of which is cheating. With Zhao Ruxi's level, he is not at the same level as these contestants, and it is easy to win the first place. Why did he speak out to bring criticism to his little apprentice and himself?

He waved his hand, raised his voice and said, "This is the competition, and the five of us are the judges." The organizers of the competition have put so much effort into painting these names because they want to be fair and just. Regardless of whose painting you recognize, it should not be emotionally involved, just give a fair score. ”

After speaking, he glanced at Zhou Wenbai and Fang Jingye warningly.

At this moment, where is it not clear to the two of them what is going on?

The painting was painted by Zhao Ruxi, whose painting fetched the same high price at the last auction as Kang Shilin's.

However, Zhao Ruxi's painting level is extremely high, and it is not surprising that he can be recognized by everyone, and he is the emperor's blue eye. The two quickly accepted the facts.

As the organizer of the painting competition, Fang Jingye cares more about the fairness of the competition.

He immediately nodded, "That's what Mr. Deadwood said." We just need to score fairly, and the rest needs not be said. ”

Zhou Wenbai also said: "What Mr. Deadwood said is reasonable. Then he turned his head to look at the painting, and no longer dwelled on the matter.