There are a lot of people in this audience.

That sentence was quickly drowned out.

But some people showed an expression of approval, in the eyes of many people, Que Zhou is only twenty-three years old this year, even if there are many masters who have achieved fame at the age of twenty-three, but they absolutely do not believe that this person is Que Zhou.

"I don't know which gentleman said that sentence just now, if a person's age can represent whether the person's pen power is mature, then I believe that the gentleman who spoke just now, the pen power should not be very mature."

With a faint smile on her lips, she was like a perfect work of art.

Someone lowered his head and didn't look at Que Zhou's eyes.

Cheng Li smiled and came out to play a round, "What this little friend said is very reasonable, what we paint should not be defined by age." ”

When this sentence came out, Xiao Sesame nodded in the space, "There is still a good person." ”

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Li smiled and said: "But since some people are questioning, we also have to face the doubts bravely, Que Zhou Xiaoyou, I don't know if you are interested in improvising a painting in front of everyone?" ”

Little Sesame paused, "I thought this person was a friendly army, but it turned out to be an enemy army?!" I'm going to forklift all these people away!! ”

As soon as Cheng Li's words fell, a woman wearing a cheongsam with a wooden plate appeared next to him.

In the wooden plate are paper and pens.

At such a fast pace, it is clear that this is not a temporary preparation.

A dark glint flashed in Que Zhou's eyes.

Maybe the people behind this have wanted to do this for a long time.

It's just that someone in the audience said a question, so Cheng Li pushed the boat down the river and followed the man's words.

It's not right, it's very wrong.

"Sister, I think they must have a conspiracy." Little Sesame spoke in an angry tone.

Que Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly: "Little Sesame thinks it's right." ”

There must be a conspiracy on the part of this man.

This huge demonic aura.

and Cheng Li, who is nearly seventy years old but looks like a young man in his twenties.

and the eagerness in Cheng Li's eyes at this moment to paint by himself.

Something is wrong with everything.

Looking at the audience, the mentor was anxious to rush to the stage.

It's not that he's worried that Que Zhou won't be able to draw, but he's just worried that Que Zhou will be unhappy, and that posture seems to be if Que Zhou doesn't agree now, then he can immediately rush to the stage and take Que Zhou away.

But the woman on the stage just smiled faintly: "Since it is what Master Cheng Li said, there is no reason for the younger generation to refuse." ”

She picked up the paintbrush and smeared it in the ink next to her.

With just a few strokes, a mountain leaps onto the page.

The crowd craned their necks to see.

While Que Zhou was drawing, he was distracted and saw the change in Cheng Li's expression.

He was shocked, then jealous, then excited.

Little Sesame snorted: "Why does this old man still change his face?" It's ugly to death. ”

Que Zhou chuckled in his heart: "He is happy that his face can remain young again." ”

"Huh? What does that have to do with my sister drawing? ”

"It has a lot to do with it, his youth is exchanged for demonic energy, which means that there is a big demon behind him, and what does the big demon rely on to maintain his cultivation? Little things, you guess. ”

Little Sesame thought about it for a long time, but as a salty snake who was very salty and only knew how to win after several worlds, she didn't think of any inevitable connection between these two things.

Que Zhou shook his head helplessly, "Because the big demon behind this is going to eat me." ”

"Huh?!"

"A long time ago, when the technology was not so developed, those elegant monks painted, many pigments were chopped with petals of different colors, constantly purified, and then made into pigments to paint on the paper, but the artificially cultivated flowers are always not as good as the flowers that bloom in the deep forests for many years, so some people specially pick those flowers that grow in the deep forests and mountains."

Que Zhou's voice was very soft.

Mixed with the aroma of the main hall, the little sesame felt as if she was listening to a story.

"After a long time, those flowers will give birth to great resentment, some goblins who have been cultivating for many years, they like to eat the eyes of Fengya monks, at first it was to take revenge, but then they found out that the painter has a spirit, his eyes see the beautiful scenery, eat it, people can argue about ghosts and gods, and demons can increase his cultivation for a hundred years."

Little Sesame takes a deep breath.

The tip of her tail was frightened, "This, this, this..... Where did you hear this, sister, don't scare me. ”

Seeing the frightened appearance of the little sesame seeds, Que Zhou's somewhat unhappy mood instantly improved a lot.

"What do you scare you, the three thousand worlds themselves are even parallel worlds, although I know what things are not known in this small world, but many times, the worlds are connected."

Que Zhou finished the last stroke.

The ink is scented on the paper.

She saw Cheng Li's almost greedy eyes, hidden under those seemingly kind eyes.

Que Zhou took the microphone and said with a smile: "I myself studied oil painting, and this ink painting is rarely touched. ”

She picked up the painting and showed it to everyone.

The whispers disappeared in an instant.

In the face of absolute strength, everything is in smoke.

The smoke is vast, and the ink is depicted just right under her brush.

Mountains and rivers overlapped, and there was a house on one of the highest mountains, which was the view they had just seen when they got on the elevator.

It's even better.

It was obviously an ink painting without color, but they seemed to see the verdant mountains and forests, the sun hidden in the sea of clouds, and the golden light leaking out from the clouds.

The point is that it only took more than ten minutes for Que Zhou to paint this painting.

It can be seen that there are many places where she draws very sloppily.

But the pen is very sophisticated, and no pen is wasted, and it falls where it should fall.

Que Zhou glanced at his painting, and then looked at the audience, the tutor held his head high and looked proud, eager to sew the words I am Que Zhou's tutor on his face.

Her gaze scanned back and forth among the people in the audience, "I wonder if this proves that the painting behind me was painted by myself?" ”

Of course, not everyone does not believe that Que Zhou is the owner of this painting.

Most of them still have an appreciative expression.

Especially after Que Zhou painted this landscape painting, some people's eyes were shining, and the words worship and envy were written all over it.

Twenty-three waves are a masterpiece.

They were twenty-three, and they were still in the studio thinking about baldness for a picture detail, and then after finishing the painting, they found that it still looked like a piece of.

Someone raised his hand and said with a smile: "Ms. Que Zhou, can I buy this painting!" ”

"Sell it to me! I'm richer than he is! ”

"Hey, I'll say it first!!"

"So what, I've got money!"

Que Zhou smiled, and there was a sound of footsteps beside him, followed by a man's somewhat weak voice, "Why don't you sell this painting to me?" ”

Along with the footsteps and the sound of talking.

There is also a strong demonic aura.