There is a lift inside the parking lot that goes directly to the mountain.

Since the elevator is in the mountains, it is a little stuffy.

When I walked in with the professor, Que Zhou had a kind of situation, and these people were all goods that had been packed in containers, and now they were going to be transported to the slaughterhouse.

There was a clang.

The elevator doors are opened, and the crowd is called the cable car.

In the distance, Que Zhou saw a mansion on the top of the mountain.

Everyone was amazed that the organizer was really rich enough to build a place to live in this place.

For ordinary people, building a house here is a waste of money, but for rich people, living here is to cultivate leisure and elegance.

"Sister, I just found out the information of this organizer, and I'll pass it on to you." Little Sesame transmitted the information of the organizer of this competition to Mi Ci's mind.

The organizers are a group and a family business that has a history of almost 100 years.

In the early days, it made its fortune on spices, and now the group is mainly wood, furniture and spices.

These two industries, which seem to be incapable of playing together, support the group.

"The boss of this Danfeng Group is really generous."

"Isn't it, in addition to holding a national art exhibition for free, the top few places in this competition will also have a seven-figure bonus!"

"I heard that this gold medal is still a student?"

"Aren't people over there?"

Immediately afterward, Que Zhou felt that there were eyes looking at him, but basically there was no malice.

Follow the reception staff and get on the cable car.

The cable car passes through the mountains, lined with vigorous trees on both sides.

The tutor's eyes were shining, "The scenery of this place is really good, if only I could come here to sketch." ”

Que Zhou smiled and didn't speak.

There is only one end to sketching here - death.

The closer he got to the house, the more Que Zhou could feel the intensity of this demonic aura.

This demonic aura is just a fragrance in the nose of ordinary people.

After getting off the cable car, almost everyone took a deep breath.

"Que Zhou, have you smelled anything, it's so fragrant." The tutor asked.

Que Zhou nodded, "I smell it, it does have a special aroma." ”

It's the scent of a flower demon, and this aroma is mixed with the smell of ink.

Hardly anyone noticed that there was hardly a single bird to be seen in this beautiful mountain.

It stands to reason that there should be a lot of birds on the mountain with such a good environment, but the whole mountain is quiet and a little scary, only the sound of the wind shuttling between the mountains and forests, rolling up those fragrances, and burrowing into the noses of humans.

The house is huge.

The award ceremony took place in a main hall in the courtyard.

As the winner of the gold award, Que Zhou naturally sat in the first row, and the tutor's seat was arranged in the third row, with the silver and bronze awards of this competition on the left and right respectively, and the winners from the fourth to the tenth place.

Ten people sat right at the front.

The moment Que Zhou sat down, she felt that a pair of eyes were scanning back and forth on her body.

This kind of look made her very uncomfortable, but Que Zhou could only pretend that she didn't know anything now, otherwise if she was exposed, maybe the mentor would be in danger.

She can not care about so much by herself, one more burden, she can't always ignore the cumbersome life and death.

A man in a Chinese robe walked in through a side door next to the main hall.

It seemed that many people knew him, and some people were very surprised when they saw the man.

"Sister, this is a master of ink painting, named Cheng Li, who is seventy-three years old this year." Little Sesame said as she stared at the master.

There are no wrinkles on this face.

He said he was seventy-three years old, but those who didn't know thought he was thirty-three.

Xiao Sesame was very emotional: "The medical beauty technology of human beings is too developed, is the facelift technology so good now?" His expression is not stiff at all. ”

"He didn't become like this by medical aesthetics." Que Zhou said.

Little Sesame: "Huh? ”

"He became like this by relying on demonic energy, little sesame, feel it again."

"What?!" Little Sesame was shocked.

But she's just a Tongzi who has been born for only a hundred years, not counting living in a small world with the host, she is not a hundred years old, and she is still a minor.

I can't tell that this person has been made normal by demonic energy.

The little sesame took a deep breath, and then sank into the dantian.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that this man's body was shrouded in a faint demonic aura.

The demonic aura clings to his skin.

Immediately after, Que Zhou heard someone whispering behind him.

"How can this Master Cheng Li get younger and younger in the past two years, it's weird and scary."

"I heard that he exercises every day."

"He said you believed it? Exercise is to slow down aging, not your mother's rejuvenation, if you can rejuvenate, I will exercise 25 hours a day. ”

"Hahahaha, I heard that he has been very close to the boss of Danfeng Group now, Danfeng Group seems to have developed a skin care product, which is expensive and sky-high, but it is said to be very easy to use, and it is estimated that Master Cheng Li is the first batch of people to use it."

"Good fellow, what a miracle elixir, you can still stay young forever, how does it feel like a ghost story?"

Cheng Li stood on the stage, his eyes scanning back and forth over the people he was talking about just now.

The sound of discussion behind him came to an abrupt end.

He coughed lightly and picked up the microphone.

The voice spread throughout the main hall, "This competition, has been held for more than 30 sessions, each session has a powerful painter to stand out, the competition has a hundred years of history, I think when I won the gold medal, maybe many of you have not been born yet, now I am old in the blink of an eye, and the winner of this year's gold medal is still a young man who pushes the waves behind the Yangtze River, only twenty-three years old this year, very young." ”

After finishing speaking, Cheng Li's eyes looked over.

He had a smile in his eyes and deep eyes.

There was something else in his eyes, and there was a dark tide surging under that skin.

Cheng Li raised his hand, "Let's invite the gold medal winner, Ms. Que Zhou, to come to the stage to share her experience of being able to paint such a good painting at such a young age. ”

With a thud, a huge cloth fell behind him.

Que Zhou's painting was displayed in front of everyone.

Everyone was in an uproar, shocked and envious.

Que Zhou walked up to the stage, the red dress was extremely gorgeous, she stood in front of the huge picture, making people not know whether to look at paintings or people for a while.

took the microphone, but Que Zhou didn't speak yet.

Suddenly, someone in the audience said first: "This brush looks so mature, as far as I know, Ms. Que Zhou seems to be still in graduate school, you must have painted this painting yourself, not anyone...... Do you want to draw it? ”