Can I learn from you?

Su Qinghe's eyes adored and his tone was sincere.

She didn't just talk about it, but she was amazed by the chess power displayed by 'Peng Ming'.

Not to mention her as a national player, even her master, as well as those Tianyuan-level chess players in South Korea and Japan, are not this man's opponent!

And this man is still playing blind chess, which is really beyond the scope of human beings.

Lin Chen waved his left hand, signaling everyone to calm down, his paintings had come to the most critical moment.

Changing his previous calm temperament, he is particularly focused at this time, and the whole person seems to be integrated with creation, no longer affected by the outside world.

The people present were already impressed by Lin Chen's blind chess, although they didn't believe that he could really draw any paintings or write calligraphy, but they really held their breath and didn't speak again.

About a minute later, Lin Chen put his pen away.

Painting and calligraphy were completed at the same time.

Handing over the work to the referee, he glanced at Jiang Yinan and Zhang Keer on the side.

These two women didn't take Lin Chen seriously at first, and their creations were more casual, and they didn't go all out.

But when they learned that Lin Chen had beaten the national player Su Qinghe and admitted defeat, they really paid attention to it and were busy crafting their works.

Seeing that Lin Chen had finished the work at this time, they were also a little panicked, and they couldn't believe it while speeding up the pace.

Lin Chen looked at the time, only ten minutes had passed, and it was still too late.

So he was not in a hurry, and after waiting for two minutes, Jiang Yinan's calligraphy was finally written.

She wrote a pair of brushes, which is not bad overall, delicate, upright, and soft.

The referee began to score the two, and he gave Jiang Yinan a score of ninety-three points, nodding frequently.

Lin Chen also bowed slightly, Jiang Yinan's calligraphy is quite aura, but unfortunately it should be feminine, but she deliberately showed masculinity, and the whole was slightly discordant.

Seeing that Lin Chen also nodded, Jiang Yinan couldn't help but say: "I am concentrating on creation, but you are dedicated to three purposes, as long as you can write normal calligraphy, I admire you." ”

After speaking, Jiang Yinan looked at Lin Chen's calligraphy.

At this time, the referee had already unfolded, and when he looked at it, his whole face suddenly stiffened, and his expression was extremely hideous.

How?

Ghost Drawing?

Wrote a piece of?

Everyone was puzzled and couldn't understand the meaning of the referee's expression.

Jiang Yinan also saw Lin Chen's work at this time, and soon her expression froze.

This is a pair of cursive writing, Jingkou Beiguting nostalgia.

Through the ages, heroes are nowhere to be found, and Sun Zhong is looking for a solution.

The dance pavilion is always blown away, and the rain blows the wind.

The slanting sun grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, people have lived in slaves.

Thinking back then, Jin Ge Iron Horse swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger.

Yuan Jia was hastily, sealed the wolf Juxu, and won the Canghuang Beigu.

……

A wild grass, flowing water, majestic, as if bringing people to the artistic conception of the poem, and can't help but regret history.

"This, this is what you wrote?"

Jiang Yinan's body trembled slightly, although he knew that it was Lin Chen who had just written, he couldn't help but question.

She was amazed by this force, the font, the structure, the chapter, the light, light, thick, dry, dense, every detail was perfect, so she couldn't believe it.

Lin Chen said straightforwardly: "It was written by my feet." ”

Jiang Yinan's face flushed, and she didn't dare to speak again.

Li Shengtian sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly said to the referee: "Referee, you score him!" ”

Scoring two words, Li Shengtian said very seriously, reminding the referee to give Lin Chen a low score, otherwise he would not be able to eat and walk around.

And the referee couldn't help but say: "I, I can't score, I'm not qualified to score!" ”

Li Shengtian immediately said: "If you can't hit it, it's zero points!" ”

"No, I lost, I lost badly." Jiang Yinan is not a person who can't afford to lose, and said very rationally.

So far, chess, books, and the two beauties were easily abused and killed by Lin Chen.

Zhang Keer, who was not far away, also completed her creation at this time, she painted an oil painting, a cat with wings, very imaginative and lifelike.

But when Lin Chen's paintings were displayed, Zhang Keer, who wanted to be arrogant and enjoy applause, immediately wilted.

Compared with Lin Chen, her works are too childish.

Lin Chen's painting is 'sealing the wolf Juxu', a towering mountain range, building an altar to worship the sky, in order to achieve success.

It echoes the wild grass, and makes people look at the uninhibited momentum of everyone.

There is no suspense, Lin Chen wins again!

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there is only one piano word left!

Lin Chen walked straight towards Li Manman, and the three talented women who were crushed by him followed silently.

They were not humiliated by their defeat at this time, but on the contrary, they looked up to this man and longed for his teachings.

This is no longer about winning or losing, but about a higher level of spiritual pursuit.

was so angry that the three kings of Jiangnan blew their beards and stared, and it was not easy to have a seizure, so they had to quietly let people clear the scene, suspend the live broadcast as soon as possible, and their intuition told them that they were going to be made out of moths by this 'Peng Ming' today!

Soon, Lin Chen came to Li Manman's side.

Li Manman looked at him very cautiously, the three sisters were all defeated, and she was a little nervous at this time, who was originally very confident.

"Mr. Peng, how to compare, you say." Li Manman said directly to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen said: "Choose a tune, you play it first, and I play it later." ”

Li Manman thought that he couldn't play first, and the person who played later was more likely to leave an impression, so he immediately said: "Mr. Peng, you can play first." ”

Lin Chen said directly: "If I play first, you won't have the face to continue playing." ”

Li Manman's fighting spirit was instantly aroused, and he said coldly: "What a big breath, you choose the song, I'll play!" Let you know that my piano artist over the years is not called for nothing. ”

Lin Chen was unmoved and said: "The so-called qin, chess, calligraphy and painting does not refer to the piano, at least it is the guqin, it is the qin, and at the biggest, there are also huqin, yueqin, and pipa, I am afraid that your pianist is really called in vain." But since you want to compare the piano, then I will choose a piece that is suitable for playing the sound of the guqin with the piano, and we will play "Mountains and Flowing Water".

"Mountains and Flowing Water", this is a very intentional song, played on the piano, in Li Manman's opinion, it will indeed have less flavor.

But she was a professional pianist and quickly picked up playing.

After the song ended, it performed very well, with climaxes and ups and downs, so that people could listen to it.

"It's your turn, I'm going to see what flowers you can pop! Let me tell you, the times are changing, the piano is a modern musical instrument, the so-called guqin is outdated, and the sound of the piano is in line with modern aesthetics! Li Manman said coldly to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen ignored it, sat quietly in front of the piano, faded away from the bland temperament just now, and the whole person suddenly became very elegant and gentlemanly.

Fingers on the keys, when Lin Chen pressed the first note, it was obviously different from Li Manman's.

From slow to fast, the ten fingers jumped like a fairy, and the beautiful sound of the piano instantly attracted everyone.

Sometimes impassioned, as majestic as a mountain.

Sometimes it is clear and graceful, as soft as flowing water.

Lin Chen's piano sound is like a large-scale performance, and a piano has been played by him with various timbres, with the popularity of modern music and the ancient rhyme of the guqin.

When he finished playing, everyone fell silent.

They forgot that this was a competition, and they felt that they were all substituted into the artistic conception of mountains and rivers by the sound of the piano, and they were reluctant to walk out.

Lin Chen looked at Li Manman, Li Manman lowered his head, embarrassed to speak again.

Their realm is too far apart, too far.

"Why, why are you so good, why did I never know before, you are such an all-rounder, you can do anything? To be honest, I admire you, Mr. Peng. Li Manman let go of his arrogance and couldn't help but exclaim.

Li Manman was really convinced, and he was convinced.

Mr. Peng in front of her made her think of a person, that is, Lin Qing, who was also omnipotent.

But in her opinion, Lin Qing just has an artistic aesthetic, has a strong connection, and is very capable of blowing, but she has never let her see her true talent.

Compared with Mr. Peng in front of him, Lin Qing is not so good!

This Mr. Peng is too well-established and too perfect!

Jiangnan Simei kept nodding, and they all admired it today.

At this time, they only want to use one sentence to describe 'Peng Ming'.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

"Did I win?" Seeing that everyone was silent, Lin Chen immediately asked the referee.

Li Shengtian raised his voice and said, "Yes, score, give me a good score!" ”

The tone was full of threats, 'Peng Ming' said that only winning all four battles can be considered winning, so this battle can only be won, not defeated!

The referee glanced at Li Shengtian and said seriously: "Old Li, I'm sorry, I can't go against my heart, this is an insult to art, your granddaughter is really vulnerable in front of Mr. Peng." ”

After speaking, the referee admired Lin Chen: "I don't know the meaning of the song when I hear it for the first time, but I am already a person in the song when I listen to it again." Mr. Dacai, it is insulting to let you participate in such a competition. ”