Painting thirteen eyes to send Assanji's caravan to the inn at the end of the street, and at a glance he caught a glimpse of Jingmo's figure in the sea of people, and couldn't help frowning, and glanced at Jingmo from a distance, signaling her to leave quickly, otherwise it would be bad for Zhou Rong to know that she was not buried in the fire.

Guan Tianyu noticed Hua Thirteen's concerned eyes, followed his gaze, and landed on a woman like wind and dew, she found that the woman's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be a little familiar, there was an ethereal and distant sense of familiarity, but she couldn't think of anything. After seeing the woman and the painting thirteen or fourteen for a moment, she seemed to understand, took a few steps back, and disappeared into the crowd, still looking up at the situation upstairs, unable to take her eyes off it. Guan Tianyu's heart was faintly uncomfortable.

Yin Chenglian was surprised and delighted when he saw that the painting thirteen that stood up was the one who stood up for him when Xu Fei died, and when he turned his head to look at Guan Tianyu's eyes at the thirteenth painting, he immediately understood something.

"You're here for him." Yin Chenglian's tone was only a statement, not a question.

Hua Thirteen also saw Guan Tianyu standing beside Yin Chenglian upstairs, his gaze could no longer be taken away, he saw that they seemed to be whispering something, and Yin Chenglian also looked at him with strange eyes from time to time.

"You don't recognize him?" Guan Tianyu tentatively asked Prince Luotuo, who was still talking to her about the past.

"Of course I do." Yin Chenglian looked at the people upstairs with a smile, "I can't imagine that the painter I respect and admire the most in the world has stood up for me, it's really a coincidence, I must have a good banquet for this thirteen lang another day!" ”

"Your Highness has a good memory." Guan Tianyu's expression was as flat as before, "There are still three painters left, and the peacock feathers in the hands of the people are about to start looking for the master." ”

"No matter how many painters he has, as long as he has long eyes, he will naturally vote for the Peacock Feather to the painting thirteen, and he deserves to be the candidate for the palace!" Yin Chenglian said with confidence.

The crowd flowed to the "Phoenix Picture", and the peacock feather in his hand was already ready to vote for the painting thirteen, just waiting for an order from upstairs.

Suddenly, three huge paintings were put down on the high platform, and the crowd exploded in an instant. The smile in Yin Chenglian's eyes suddenly froze, his fists clenched tighter and tighter, shocked and angry, looking at the last three paintings hanging out, and muttering, "Zhou Rong, this old fox!" ”

Guan Tianyu on the side didn't understand why Yin Chenglian said this, only to see that the crowd that originally flocked to the painting team of the thirteenth team was like a wave hitting the reef, and they all turned around, vying to make up for the three newly hung paintings.

A man in the crowd with a graceful and luxurious temperament and plain and dignified clothes couldn't help frowning when he saw this, he saw Yin Chenglian and Guan Tianyu talking very familiarly, his brows deepened, but in a blink of an eye, he relaxed his eyebrows and looked at Guan Tianyu thoughtfully.

"How so?" Guan Tianyu watched the flow of people and asked suspiciously.

Yin Chenglian sighed faintly, looked at the three newly hung paintings, and explained indignantly: "These three paintings are obviously the works of everyone who Zhou Rong has treasured for many years, and each one took at least a few months. In order to prevent a truly talented painter from entering the palace, he actually resorted to such ridiculous means! ”

"It's not necessarily ridiculous." Guan Tianyu frowned and said, "The important thing is that these people are indeed bluffed. ”

Jingmo looked at the skills and composition of the three paintings, it was by no means a day's work, and she suspected that it was Zhou Rong who made a trick temporarily. She saw that the crowd under the "Phoenix Picture" was losing little by little, and seeing that the painting thirteen was about to miss the opportunity to win the first place, she was very anxious and worried, she suddenly stopped the people around her who flocked to the last three paintings, and stopped one if she could, and kept explaining: "Those paintings are strange, don't give up this "Phoenix Picture" easily." ”

Hua Thirteen was slightly surprised to see Jingmo's actions, and he looked at her for a long time, until she realized that she couldn't stop the lost crowd, and looked up at him weakly and hopelessly. But she saw that he was still calmly and unhurriedly comforting her with a calm gaze.

This is the opportunity to enter the palace that he has worked so hard to fight, and the crowd is scattered, seeing that Zhou Rong's trick is about to succeed, how can he still be stable? The edge has been revealed, if he can't rise to the top, how will Zhou Rong allow him? Jingmo was anxious and worried and jumped on the spot but was helpless, she thought, it was a big deal to persuade him to leave the capital with her and wander the world, originally, he and she were both sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes.

"Yo, that's all there is left? Draw thirteen, I'm afraid there aren't so many people who need your explanation. Zhou Rong looked down at the overall situation of the people standing in line, and mocked with joy.

"Mrs. Zhou has a good trick to borrow a tent to make the wind." Painting Thirteen replied with a smile, "As soon as these three predecessors' giant paintings come out, they can be regarded as unparalleled in the world, and it is indeed reasonable for them to abandon them one after another." ”

"Hmph. You don't have to pretend to be stubborn anymore! Zhou Rong said coldly, "The moment the results of the review come out, it is the time when black and white impermanence will come to you!" When the time comes, the reputation of Painting Thirteen will be discredited, and it will be no different from all the mediocre talents in the art gallery, who will care about your life? I really don't understand, I have sincerely wanted to take you as an apprentice several times, and I have promised you the opportunity to enter the palace, why did I choose to betray me! ”

"Because, you are Mrs. Zhou." Hua Thirteen glanced at the darkening sky, and continued to talk to Zhou Rong, "I don't want to betray my relatives and friends around me, and I don't want to betray my own selfishness." Mrs. Zhou, don't you understand this mood? ”

Zhou Rong was stunned for a moment, and soon looked the same, and said viciously: "I don't care what you mean by this, and I don't care what kind of intentions you have. You forget one thing, a dog is a dog. If you dare to play tricks with me, there is only one way out! Look, the people are lined up, and the people standing under the three paintings are almost lined up in the alley. Immediately, they will vote for the Peacock Feather in their hands to these three most mediocre painters, and no one can override my will and power in the gallery. You also said it, because, I am Mrs. Zhou. ”

Painting 13 glanced at the west, and a red sun was about to disappear into the shadows of the mountains. He slowly breathed a long sigh of relief, and replied with a smile to Zhou Rong: "Mrs. Zhou can kill a little painter with no name, but he can't kill the first painter who has received the most peacock feathers from the people. ”

"Hmph, it's a pity, it's not the one who gets the most-" Before Zhou Rong finished speaking, his eyes were suddenly stung by a fierce and dazzling light, and then, he heard the noise downstairs again, but this time, it was extremely shocking and extremely lively.

Almost at the same time, hoarse shouts were heard from all sides: "It's on fire, it's on fire!" Look, this painting is on fire! ”

Zhou Rong was shocked, a fire rose in front of him, and he grabbed the collar of Painting Thirteen: "You are presumptuous!" Dare to set fire to the paintings, do you know how precious and rare these three paintings are! ”

"Mrs. Zhou is a little restless, no paintings were burned." Hua Thirteen glanced downstairs, "It's better to ask the Taifu to see the situation clearly, and then it's not too late to question me." ”

Zhou Rong snorted, pushed away the painting thirteen, leaned down to look down, and was suddenly stunned like a cold stone statue, he saw an unforgettable scene in his life: it was not the three paintings that burned, nor the "Phoenix Picture" that painted the thirteen, it was not on fire at all, it was a painting.

Everyone was shocked by the surging light of "Phoenix Picture". At this moment, the people in the streets and alleys who were retreating and shouting "fire fighting" were quiet, staring blankly at the flames on the painting.

"And he did." Guan Tianyu was also stunned, she had never seen his paintings, she didn't know they were so magnificent and amazing.

Yin Chenglian looked westward, and when he saw that the last ray of sunset was completely engulfed by the distant mountains, it was projected on the "Phoenix Picture" in the distance, and the phoenix of the huge painting suddenly "poofed", overflowing with vigorous and blazing flames.

"How can it be ......" Yin Chenglian's heart tightened suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed, and he shook his head in disbelief, "How could he draw like this......"

"You...... Who are you?! Zhou Rong saw clearly the scene of the phoenix bathing in fire in the painting, and a terrible thought prompted him to almost roar.

"Mrs. Zhou, this is the second time you've asked me this question." Hua Thirteen's gaze was extremely clear and resolute, "Then I'll tell you for the second time that I'm the one you have to let go." Mrs. Zhou, look downstairs, the wind direction seems to have changed. ”

What is Painting? A blank piece of paper, a pair of pen and ink, coupled with the painter's years of painting skills sharpened, to absorb the world's rivers and lakes and the ravines in the chest, so enough?

Jiang Li's question is still in my ears, and it took many years to understand that what the master said at that time was that this alone was not enough, because the weight of the painting always lies outside the painting. Some painters have depicted everyone's works all their lives, and they can also gain a bit of fame with their painstaking efforts, while some painters have gone off the rails and deliberately sought innovation and change, but they are controlled by ungodly demons, and the gains outweigh the losses. Born in a prosperous era, the painter does not deliberately sing the praises of virtue, and in the troubled times, the painter does not sell his painting skills against his will, and the way of painting is with one heart. The painting of the heart will be moving, from the royal power and wealth, down to the peddler and pawn, all of them will be amazed and even unforgettable from the bottom of their hearts because of a glimpse of this painting. This fleeting gain is probably the meaning of the painting.

Zhou Rong saw that the crowd that was originally lined up in front of the last three paintings gradually diluted and dispersed, and they all poured back to the shining and colorful "Phoenix Picture", and the fire on the painting was cast under the eyes of every people, and they held the peacock feathers in their palms, and threw them out reverently and in amazement as if they were pilgrimage to incense.

Jingmo began to count the number of peacock feathers obtained by painting thirteen, and then she stopped, because the peacock feathers that came in one after another were dense and could not be counted, her eyes were full of joy and happiness, and she looked at the painting thirteen on the high platform from afar.

Hua Thirteen's gaze was retracted from the countless peacock feathers, and he looked at Zhou Rong with a smile: "It seems that this trick of a hundred birds and a phoenix has overwhelmed Zhou Taifu's borrowed tent to make the wind." ”

"Someone! Take him down! Zhou Rong shouted loudly in the hall, and he didn't care about what everyone was watching. The soldiers drew their swords one after another, approaching the thirteenth draw.

"Where is the long spirit?" As soon as the words fell, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of Hua Thirteen, and with a sudden shock, a white light flew out of the sword box on his back, and Chang Ling picked up the sword neatly, pointing directly at Zhou Rong's throat.

"Hahaha, this king really didn't see the wrong person!" A voice as clear as the night breeze and as warm as the moon, accompanied by the sound of applause and applause, came from behind the layers of government soldiers.