"Childe, it's okay, as long as Childe is well, Xiaoya will be satisfied......" Song Xiaoya noticed that Jiang Chao was wrong, and hurriedly comforted her.

She looked at the group of talented people opposite, with a cold killing intent in her eyes, if Jiang Chao didn't want to leave, she might even go over and kill all those guys on the other side.

Dare to make her son-in-law unhappy, it's just not looking for death! The warriors of the Yelang clan were also full of coldness. But they listened to Jiang Chao's words.

turned around and took Gute of that state, carried Lu Yiming's corpse and walked out.

"Hey...... Jiang Chao, what are you going to do, you haven't finished the comparison yet...... You can't go...... You...... You can't ......go," Murong Mingyi shouted loudly at this time.

His eyes were full of reluctance and anger. When the surrounding talents saw this scene, they were inexplicably relieved.

They were really afraid that Jiang Chao would continue to compete, and the strength shown by Jiang Chao made them have no confidence.

Even if they have only heard of Jiang Chao's calligraphy and painting, as well as poetry and songs, they have not really seen it, but they are still a little afraid.

Liu Ying's abolition is nothing, but Lu Yiming's death is really frightening.

"Murong Mingyi, you really don't grow up, just rely on you, do you want to compare with him! Take a good look at what he left behind! Then you will know if you need to compare again. ”

At this moment, Su Yanran's mocking and slightly annoyed voice came from behind her. Immediately, Su Yanran got up and got down from her seat and walked to the place where Jiang Chao had just painted and painted.

She picked up one of the pieces of paper, and on it was a landscape painting, which was described as a grandmaster's brushwork. Next to the painting, there is a poem!

"Swing your chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to enter the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. "An imposing poem was written on it.

This poem alone can almost be regarded as a poem for generations. I'm afraid that no one here can do it. In poetry, no one can beat the tide.

As for the painting, not to mention, this painting makes the person who is a talented painter look at it, and he is ashamed of himself! He knew he was losing!

Although Jiang Chao did not use the imprint-like painting method, the current painting method is also beyond his reach.

As for calligraphy, Murong Mingyi, as a scholar, looked at Jiang Chao's words in a daze, and there was only shock in his eyes.

Even if he feels that his character can be called the king in the world, in front of Jiang Chao's character, it is similar to pediatrics. There was a look of shame on his face.

At this time, Su Yanran looked at the other piece of paper next to her, Jiang Chao had already outperformed the three great talents of calligraphy, painting, and poetry with the paper in her hand.

On the rest of the paper, the score is written. And this score is the familiar palace, Shang, horn, sign, and feather.

Under the score, it is a poem, and with the score above, it is a complete song.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

Su Yanran couldn't help but hum softly along with the score, and a majestic aura spread from her soft humming to the surroundings.

There was a look of consternation and disbelief in everyone's eyes. Even a sense of blood swelled in everyone's hearts.

Su Yanran hummed a little enthusiastically. Her eyes lit up. At this time, she looked at the third piece of paper, which was a fuwen!

Looking at that Fuwen, her eyes could only be described as amazement. Her heart was excited, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

The other talented people around showed a sense of shame on their faces, if they competed again, they were afraid that they would lose to the ground.

Jiang Chao didn't want to compare anymore because of Lu Yiming's death. Or, they want to save some face and give them a way out.

But Jiang Chao didn't do that untrustworthy person, he completely completed all the competitions, as for the victory or defeat, that is the benevolent see the benevolent, the wise see the wise!

"I lost...... Whether it is in character or talent, I think I am inferior to Grandpa Jiang...... In the future, if anyone dares to say that Grandpa Jiang is not worthy of his name, I Duan will definitely not agree! ”

At this time, Duan Ling, a talented person who represented the poem, opened his mouth and said.

With his voice, the remaining talents hurriedly automatically admitted defeat.

Including the invincible Murong Mingyi, there was only shame left in his eyes. If Jiang Chao hadn't left, but compared to them.

The six of them will definitely lose badly, there is no possibility of turning over, Jiang Chao left this, just to save some face for them.

If they don't know how to advance and retreat, they will really become eight talents in vain.

The people around didn't know what Jiang Chao left behind on the test table, and they didn't understand what was going on for a while.

Even the sacrificial wine on the main stage over there was full of astonishment, and their country eunuchs lost two games in a row. Even one was crippled and one died.

Now there is another six talented people admitting defeat, what is this?!

Unconvinced, they all came over from the main stage, some anxious, and even trotted over. When you see the three sheets of paper left on it.

There was a sense of horror and disbelief in everyone's eyes, as well as a hint of happiness, as well as a strong envy, and more of a joy.

One of the sacrificial wines even looked up to the sky and shouted: "My grandfather Zhao Youjiang, how fortunate he is, this is the talent of the world, this is the person with the highest moral character." I, Kong Sheng, will take Grandpa Jiang as a model in life in this life and motivate myself! ”

"Haha...... Good...... Good...... Okay......"

At this time, Su Wen, the great sacrificial wine of the Guozijian Prison, laughed wildly, and shouted three times in a row, and his gaze at his daughter became a little intriguing.

Su Yanran, who was admiring the three pieces of paper, felt her father's gaze, and she looked up. A blush suddenly surged across her face.

Looking at the lively people around, only then did he know what was going on, and Jiang Chao left three answers before leaving. It can be regarded as the completion of the competition.

It's just that Jiang Chao doesn't seem to want to compete with these talents anymore, so he will leave.

And the three pieces of paper left by Jiang Chao directly defeated the remaining six talents. The news spread throughout Kyoto.

Several priests of the Guozijian were even more shameless and wanted to grab these three pieces of paper, but Su Yanran saw the opportunity to be the earliest and got the paper with the song and lyrics.

The remaining one was taken away by the Chinese sacrificial wine, and as for the one with the text written on it, I don't know which sacrificial wine was taken first.

At that time, the scene was almost out of control for a while, and everyone wanted to get Jiang Chao's Mobao. This is a veritable ink treasure left by the first genius!