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Mu Qianmei came to the desk and sat down slowly, looking at the drawing paper spread on the desk, as if she was in deep thought.

Although everyone's eyes were on Mu Qianmei, she sat there as if no one was around, as if she was the only one left in the world, giving people a feeling of independence from the world.

After pondering for a while, Mu Qianmei picked up the brush casually and began to draw on the drawing paper.

No one in the distance could see it, only the Overseer sitting in front of her could clearly see her painting.

At first, he still had a confused expression on his face, because Mu Qianmei had just started to write, and he hadn't yet seen what she was about to draw.

However, as Mu Qianmei painted on the drawing paper one by one, after a while, a landscape painting with distant mountains and near water jumped on the paper, and seeing such a landscape painting, the overseer's brows seemed to wrinkle even tighter, because he obviously saw that Mu Qianmei drew a lot to draw a chrysanthemum, why was Mu Qianmei painting landscapes and pastorals?

Seeing the overseer frowning, many people watching couldn't help but hang their hearts, could it be that Mu Qianmei didn't paint well? Everyone's hearts are full of doubts, with Mu Qianmei's reputation, it won't be a bad drawing!

From Wu Changhao's location, you can also see the scene of Mu Qianmei's painting, because of sitting high, you can also see a general outline, of course, the cultivator can see it more clearly, when he saw Mu Qianmei painting the landscape and the thatched house, Wu Changhao also asked suspiciously:

"Why didn't she paint chrysanthemums, but she painted such a landscape?"

When he asked, Mu Qianmei immediately drew a fence on the edge of the thatched hut in the near view, leaving a clearing in the fence.

When Zhou Yunxi saw her draw the fence, he replied slowly:

"Back to Your Majesty, the chrysanthemum she wants to paint should be within that fence, Weichen guessed that she was trying to create a more complete artistic conception and facilitate writing poems, so she would depict the general environment."

After listening to Zhou Yunxi's explanation, Wu Changhao still asked puzzled:

"According to the regular test paintings, since the chrysanthemum was drawn, isn't it all about painting chrysanthemum? Judging from the proportions of this painting, how can she highlight this theme by leaving such a small area? ”

Zhou Yunxi went on to explain:

"Back to Your Majesty, the so-called poetic and picturesque, painting heavy meaning but not heavy shape, in this painting, although the place to paint the chrysanthemum is not big, but it is like the finishing touch, just highlight the theme of the painting, the chrysanthemum in the near scene, is often more important than the form, and the chrysanthemum here, only need to borrow its god, the chrysanthemum in the painting is just a symbol, representing a kind of image."

When Zhou Yunxi finished explaining, Mu Qianmei had already painted a blooming chrysanthemum in the fence, and painted a graceful woman at the entrance of the fence, looking light, graceful, and very leisurely.

After painting the whole work, Mu Qianmei immediately picked up the brush, dipped it in a few inks, and in the blank space above the thatched hut, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote a poem in a flowing manner, the title was called "Picking Chrysanthemums", and after a while, a poem was written, only to see that it was written-

"The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses. How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning. There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it. ”

After writing, make up the payment, and the whole work is completed.

At this time, only half an hour has passed, and many contestants are still nervously painting, and some are even meditating and have not yet put down their pen.

Most of the people who can enter this Youlan Hall are not low, so their eyesight is naturally very good, as long as the location is close to Mu Qianmei's side, most of them can see the works she painted, and when she put down the pen in her hand, many people began to discuss:

"Miss Mu's chrysanthemum picking picture looks far-reaching, and it is indeed full of poetry!"

"This poem of hers is destined to be another masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages!"

"Yes, compared to her words and paintings, this poem is more amazing, it is really the best work of its kind!"

"It's only been half an hour, and the competition time is two hours, and it only took her a quarter of the time to complete the three competitions, which is too fast!"

"Guess what, will she go to the other two?"

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When the people around him were talking, Wu Changhao asked Zhou Yunxi again:

"Teacher, how should Mu Qianmei's work be evaluated?"

Zhou Yunxi, who was reciting words and savoring the poems on Mu Qianmei's paintings, heard the emperor's question, immediately retracted his thoughts, and replied slowly:

"Back to Your Majesty, this work is perfect, it is still a masterpiece of ancient and modern times, and it is a peak of chrysanthemum poetry!"

Wu Changhao exclaimed:

"Mu Qianmei is only fifteen years old, right? How did you reach such heights? ”

Zhou Yunxi sighed:

"In addition to saying that she is talented, Weichen doesn't know how to explain, strictly speaking, this poem has gone beyond the simple poetic conception of chrysanthemums, and writes a kind of spiritual realm that is far away from the world and otherworldly."

Wu Changhao then asked:

"The woman in the painting seems to be the image of the author himself, right?"

Zhou Yunxi nodded and replied:

"Yes, maybe Miss Mu lived in such an environment before she left the mountain, living idyllicly, picking chrysanthemums in the east fence, leisurely, this is the life that many hermits yearn for, Weichen is also very curious, what kind of person is her master? can teach Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng so well, and live in this paradise-like environment, it is estimated that her master is a real hermit. ”

"Such a spiritual realm may not be realized by Miss Mu personally, but after her master realized it, it had a subtle influence on her, and she will have this experience."

After reading the poem carefully a few times, Wu Changhao said with a little doubt:

"The words of this poem are extremely plain, and the whole poem is easy to understand, as if it were casually spoken, unpretentious, why is it difficult to read it with a deep sense of charm?"

Zhou Yunxi replied thoughtfully:

"The simple and natural language, the most can reflect the leisurely artistic conception, no need to carve carefully, no need to decorate gorgeously, this is the realm of returning to the basics, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan, this experience, not in the scene, it is difficult to taste the charm of it, this kind of blandness, is flat and interesting, light and tasteful, seemingly plain, in fact mellow, is difficult to achieve the realm of ordinary poetry, very well-known, but also very human, Miss Mu is indeed a strange woman in the world!"

The people around her were noisy, and Mu Qianmei couldn't hear their discussions, so she handed the work to him under the surprised gaze of the overseer, and then calmly left.

In the midst of people's speculation, Mu Qianmei slowly walked to the location of the guqin area, and saw that she was going to participate in the guqin competition.

However, she had not yet entered the guqin area, and the handsome Liu Tingfeng, who was wearing a white shirt, also happened to come out of the Go area, and the two happened to meet outside the guqin area.

Liu Tingfeng walked over with a happy face, and said to Mu Qianmei with a smile:

"Senior sister, have your poems, calligraphy and paintings been completed so quickly?"

Mu Qianmei smiled and replied indifferently:

"How long does it take for a painting to be it? I spent half an hour on this painting today, and I have a lot of time. By the way, how are you playing Go? ”

Liu Tingfeng replied with a smile:

"I have successfully challenged the successful nine-dan player, which is very good. Which one is my sister going to participate in next? ”

Mu Qianmei pointed to the guqin area on the side and said:

"Right here, Guqin District, otherwise, let's go in together!"

Liu Tingfeng replied without thinking about it:

"Okay, let's go in together!"

The two walked to the guqin area while talking, one was a beautiful young man in white, and the other was a beautiful girl in a blue dress, a beautiful girl with a peerless fragrance, the two had outstanding temperament and were extraordinary, and immediately became the focus of the competition, and countless people secretly sighed, this is really a pair of talented and beautiful golden boys and girls!

Walked to the guqin area, looked at the rules, if it is a piece of music composed by yourself, and the tune is beautiful, you can get ten points, if you play the existing tune, you can get up to eight points, and the rest, depending on the level.

After half an hour of competition, there are not too many people in the guqin area, some are playing, and some are already completing the competition and are walking out of the venue.

Mu Qianmei said softly to Liu Tingfeng:

"Tingfeng, you play the mountains and flowing water, I play other tunes, just say original, no need to explain."

Regarding Mu Qianmei's words, Liu Tingfeng has never refutated, although he is a little resistant to such an approach in his heart, but, in comparison, he still respects Mu Qianmei's orders more.

The two of them found two adjacent guqins, and after sitting down, they both picked up the pen and paper next to the piano table, wrote their names, and quickly wrote down the song name and score, and then handed it to the supervisor.

Liu Tingfeng wrote "Mountains and Flowing Water" according to Mu Qianmei's instructions and handed it in, and Mu Qianmei composed another tune, called "Ambush on All Sides".

When the two overseers got the score, they both showed shocked expressions, and their expressions filled the audience with anticipation at once.

However, due to the large number of people playing at the same time, it was difficult for others to distinguish their notes from the many playing sounds, so they could only look at the piano and sigh with regret, and only the supervisors who sat not far in front of them could look at the music and hear the music they played.

Of course, although I can't hear their piano sound clearly, just looking at their playing posture and technique, it is also a very beautiful enjoyment, especially Mu Qianmei, whose technique is extremely skillful and smooth, and the whole person seems to have completely integrated into the music.