Compared with the first three games, the calligraphy and painting chess in the last three games are much quieter.

On the fifth book dojo, blank book screens were neatly placed on the high platform, and the candidates stood in front of the book screens, concentrating on holding their pens and hanging their wrists.

There is a small number of people around each person, and there is a pen and ink inkstone and an incense burner on several cases, and the green smoke curls on the incense burner.

Completing a calligraphy work before the incense burns out is the content of the fifth book of the six arts.

Unlike ordinary calligraphy, candidates are required to write on a screen lined up with the public because of the purpose of co-evaluation with the public.

The vertical book screen is like a display board, and the audience can clearly see the writing process of each candidate, which adds an element of performance to the whole calligraphy competition.

Many candidates were defeated because they couldn't bear the pressure of writing in front of everyone.

However, there are also candidates who take advantage of such characteristics to make a big fuss about the way they write and attract people's attention.

Calligraphy is a compulsory course for every reader, and although it is not as infectious as music and dance, there are many onlookers at the beginning.

It was the first time Zhu Rong was watched by so many people to write, and it was inevitable that his palms were sweaty, but the time was limited, so he had to force himself to calm down and write.

But writing and writing, Zhu Rong felt that the pressure on his back was getting lighter and lighter.

He didn't know why, thinking that Xu was immersed too much, but he faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart.

The examiner was watching from above, and Zhu Rong didn't dare to look back.

Looking around when writing is a taboo for literati, in case it is recognized by the examiner as unrestful, it is inevitable that the impression will be reduced.

All the candidates wrote hard and tried to make their posture look chic and free.

At this moment, the examinees beside Zhu Rong suddenly shouted!

The shout sign filled the audience, and many candidates who were concentrating on writing looked up in shock.

Zhu Rong looked out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the candidate was crazy, pulling down the hair band, knocking over the inkstone, and planting his hair in the inkhole.

Later, he wrote with ink and made a crazy gesture.

"There are a few of them every year."

"Imitate the grass saint Zhang Dian, ......"

“…… Zhang Changshi wrote in ink after being drunk, this is just a pretentious gesture......"

"But I can't stand it, the people just like to see this crazy posture......"

Zhu Rong was taken aback when he saw such a scene for the first time, but then the discussion of the examiners came from the top of his head, and he seemed to be surprised.

The quiet atmosphere in the dojo was broken, and one person looked at the others and stopped being self-conscious.

The candidates, who had been holding back for a long time, took this opportunity to finally be able to look around blatantly.

"In the last township exam, there were also people who wrote with ink......"

"Although the handwriting is not very good, many people are applauding there......"

The candidates talked a lot, but everyone had some scruples, and the voice was not too loud.

But I didn't expect that the exclamations of the onlookers did not come, and the discussion of the candidates seemed to be very loud, echoing on the high platform.

The candidate who spoke suddenly blushed in embarrassment, looked around, and suddenly exclaimed.

"Huh? Why doesn't anyone watch? ”

"What about the onlookers?"

Candidates who were originally immersed in their own world have woken up.

In the past, most of the candidates were ignorant and unconscious, focusing and selflessly putting pen to paper.

Now I woke up like a dream and found that the people around the field were almost gone, and only a few people were still there.

The candidate who wrote in ink was still there shaking his head at the paper, and there were candidates pushing him.

"Hey, stop performing, few people are watching it."

"Huh?" The examinee stiffened, lifted the hair blocking his eyes, and found that there were really few people, and his eyes were about to fall off.

"What about people?" The ink dripped on the candidate's chest, and it was black.

All candidates have a question mark in their minds.

What about people?

"Look!"

Some candidates exclaimed, pointing south.

The candidates looked over, only to find that the third field next to the field was black and crowded.

The fourth game, which is next to the third game, is even worse, at first glance it looks like one side is full of people, but if you look closely, you find that there are too many people around the third game, and they are all crowded to the side of the fourth game.

There was no one in the middle of the fourth and fifth games.

Looking to the side, the same is true for the sixth game. All the people in the entire township test site seemed to have been pulled away by the third one.

A few leaves drifted by.

The candidates were dumbfounded.

Except for the sixth game, the candidates also focused on the game, and the candidates in the other games all looked pitifully.

Although the examiners had already discovered this matter, they could not tell it because of their duties, so they could only put on a majestic appearance and shouted.

"What to see, it's only right to take your own project seriously!"

It's a pity that this scene is really weird to the extreme, and the other candidates can no longer concentrate on the center, and they are tiptoeing towards the third game.

"What the hell happened in the third game?"

"Is Duan Lizheng jumping?"

"No, why does it look like there's a woman?"

Zhu Rong was shocked when he heard this.

It's her.

It had to be her.

Because each high platform is at the same height, there are too many people around the third high platform that can't really see it.

Zhu Rong looked far away, and could only see the tip of the halberd in the air.

But just a few strokes are already thrilling.

Zhu Rong closed his eyes, turned around and hung his wrist again, and the pen in his hand was stained with thick ink, and the paper fell like a cloud of smoke.

However, just as he was about to finish the work, a faint sound suddenly came from not far away.

The boy suddenly clutched his chest.

Something is moving.

This is......

His blood?

……

……

On the high platform of the third scene, the girl's halberd stepped forward again.

A world has been formed here.

The audience next to them was either attracted or pulled in, but no matter how scolding and scolding they were full of doubts, the moment they saw that figure, they looked at it blankly.

The maiden dances in the world she has created.

Thousands of troops, swords and swords, shouts are shocking, thrilling.

There's everything in her world.

In Chu Ge, a heroic weapon has a poignant and unique beauty in her hands.

It is not the halberd that sweeps, but the brain and heart of the person who sees it.

At the end of the line, not only the soldiers, but also many onlookers shed tears with a sour nose.

The pipa sound became excited again, and Zhu Luan once again held the end of the halberd and swayed.

The onlookers were fascinated, and the whole space seemed to be filled with the power of the halberd dance.

The halberd slammed into the ground, and the girl took another step with the halberd.

As if sucked into this space, no one noticed the quiet change of the surrounding environment.

It was getting dark, and some audience members rubbed their arms with a chill, but their eyes were still on the stage.

After the four strings were slashed, the sound was like a crack, and the music stopped abruptly, but the musician in the music studio watched the girl's dance steps, and plucked the strings again as if he couldn't help himself.

Princess Jinyang stood on the high platform, her fists clenched at her sides.

"Here we are."

She whispered.

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