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Half an hour, but only the time of four incense sticks, it is extremely difficult to paint a hundred flowers to compete for beauty.

The so-called speed is not enough, and in such a short time limit, only people like Su Xue can still maintain a high level.

In the exclamations of everyone, Su Xue kept flashing and shifting...... The various brushes in his hand are also alternate.

The pen is gone, but that's it!

On the other hand, Qingqing still hasn't started to write.

The reason is very simple, Lin Chen's grinding speed is too slow.

It's slower than grinding tofu, so much so that the ink is not enough to grind it out.

The disciples of Xiaoxiang Academy in the back row all showed anxious expressions, and they kept urging: "Lin Yuan...... Little scholar, you're grinding!"

This scene was clearly seen by a group of people who supported Su Xue, and they couldn't help but sneer in their hearts: "Since ancient times, stupid slaves have harmed people, and this scholar can be regarded as the end of the scourge!"

Who doesn't know that such a painting battle is largely related to the final ownership of the position of the city lord...... Could it be that Xiaoxiang Academy is going to fold it in the hands of a scholar?

"Could it be that this scholar is my own, and I didn't buy him?" the young man in the pergola muttered to himself as he watched this strange scene.

Under everyone's attention, the little scholar Lin Chen spoke again.

"Young Master Qing, why don't you use your pen yet?Oh, I know, you must be thirsty!" Lin Chen said very casually, as if everything had nothing to do with him, "I'm going to make you some tea, it's not too late to draw after drinking tea!"

After speaking, Lin Chen was like a spectator, and went to the tea pavilion not far away.

Leaving behind a group of almost petrified talents......

This scholar still has the face to ask why he doesn't use his pen? Isn't it all mixed up with the grinding speed of your snail!

Qingqing sat upright on a stool, holding a paintbrush in her hand, facing a piece of rice paper that had been completely blank so far, looking a little dazed.

She unconsciously skimmed Su Xue, who was sitting opposite her, and saw her figure fluttering, flashing left and right, and colorful flowers were constantly depicted.

Colorful, very glamorous, and real.

"Awesome! It's not a loss, it's my first talent in Suzhou and Hangzhou City!"

"This is the raindrop method, Su Xuegongzi has even learned this trick of painting!

"Look at it! It's only been less than a stick of incense, and Su Xuegongzi has already completed the peony, gladiolus, hanging bell, narcissus, and white chrysanthemum...... Nine flowers in total!"

............

The praise of Su Xue from the audience made the tension of Qingqing and the disciples of Xiaoxiang Academy rise to a new level.

Because, so far, Qingqing has not been able to put pen to paper.

In the eyes of the vast majority of talents, the outcome of this painting battle has long been known.

Even the three respected referees thought the same way, and looked at Qingqing with a pitying attitude.

As if to say: The next time I look for a scholar, this kind of scholar is simply a pit! If it weren't for Su Xuegongzi's arrogance, others would probably think that you, a scholar, were bought by him!

And this scholar, who caused a burst of disdain from everyone, slowly returned to everyone's attention with a cup of fragrant tea at this time.

"Okay, okay, Qing Gongzi, it's almost time to paint!" Lin Chen showed a smile and whispered in Qingqing's ear, "I'll grind it for you, you paint slowly, and there is still half an hour, it is enough to paint a delicate peony!"

Qingqing had an inexplicable trust in Lin Chen, and immediately bowed his head slightly.

After speaking, Lin Chen's grinding was obviously a lot more serious, and a lot of ink was grinded out after a while.

Seeing that the scholar had returned to normal, everyone was slightly puzzled, but they also felt that it was reasonable, and immediately turned all their eyes to Su Xuecaizi, who had already painted with two two-pronged strokes on the opposite side.

Admiring his superb painting skills, he continued to marvel and applaud.

And when Qingqing, who no one paid attention to here, was about to dip in ink, he noticed a small movement of Lin Chen.

She looked at Lin Chen with a suspicious look.

Lin Chen just gave her a relaxed look, and immediately signaled that she could start writing.

"At this time, Shi Shiran put down the pen, it's too late, right?" Zen Master Fa Ming noticed that Qingqing finally began to put pen to paper, and let out a light sigh.

Everyone in the audience thinks so, and thinks that the outcome of this painting battle has long been decided.

The remaining suspense is whether Su Xuegongzi can complete this hundred flowers!

The first incense burns out.

............

The fourth incense stick is also about to burn out.

Time kept moving forward, and in the blink of an eye, half an hour was approaching.

At this time, on both sides of the long table, the scene is one heaven and one earth.

"This young boy of Xiaoxiang Academy, this peony is about to be painted, but Su Xuegongzi has already completed ninety-nine flowers!"

"Su Xuegongzi is Su Xuegongzi in the end!"

"Oh no! Run out of paint!"

............

Everyone followed the last sound, and the red paint in the dye box had dried up, which was not enough to complete the last "red plum in the snow".

The three judges looked at each other and sighed, and all said with regret: "It's a pity, it's a pity! Seeing that a hundred flowers are about to be completed, they have lost on this dye!"

However, no matter how many people strangle, in their opinion, there is no suspense about the outcome of this painting battle.

One and ninety-nine, a fool can see the winner or loser!

Su Xue held the brush in his hand and was speechless.

As an arrogant talent, he obviously didn't want his paintings to fall short.

Without much thought, he gave his scholar a stern look.

The scholar walked quickly to Su Xue's side, and in the infinite surprise of everyone...... "bang bang bang" was three heavy palms falling on Su Xue's chest.

It's not light at all!

"Poof!"

A stream of blood spurted out wildly, falling like raindrops on the most "red plum in the snow".

Lin Chen's eyes widened when he saw this scene, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Isn't it? I still say that I am a pit, I think this scholar is a strange thing! The master let me be beaten, so I beat it so hard, what should I do if I get killed?"

"Crazy! This No. 1 genius in Suzhou and Hangzhou City is simply a madman!"

"The red plum in the snow has turned into a plum blossom in the blood rain......! I don't know what to say!"

Lin Chen had already seen that his heart was about to collapse anyway, and he really didn't expect that the other party could get it to this extent by making a painting.

In his image, shouldn't Jiangnan geniuses be gentle and elegant? He can be so manic!

I'm so scared!

(To be continued.) )