The game of drumming and passing flowers continued, but the people were not idle, and the calligraphy written by You Buyu was still passed down and discussed in the hands of everyone.

Seeing such a scene, Mo Huaifeng was so angry that the hand under his sleeve secretly clenched into a fist.

Didn't these people see the scene that You Buyu had been so fierce and rude before? It was as rough as a bandit.

Now it's just a little bit of a good handwriting, and it's not to the extent that it's particularly good, so it's so praised!!

Can You Buyu, such a domineering and domineering man with an empty shell, stand up to such praise?

It's just relying on his own family background.

Speaking of which, the Lingshan monks were too partial to their own families, and actually let this kind of person participate in this kind of cultural banquet, which simply lowered the level of the banquet.

Mo Huaifeng was angry, and the drumming stopped again. wap.feng✬shu✧❈ge.✩✳info

This time it stopped at the hands of a scribe who was good at drawing.

The scribe, who was good at painting, quickly drew on rice paper the mountains, above which was the half-set sunset, and below the mountains were peasants who had finished their work......

Because there is a time limit for this drumming to pass the flowers, it is naturally impossible to draw too finely.

And it is precisely the difficulty of having a time limit that tests the urgency of the scribes even more.

How can we write or make or draw impressive works in this short period of time?

Sometimes, at such times, it is possible that the inspiration is too explosive to make a great work.

Nowadays, although this picture of the distant mountains and green daisies is only a few strokes, the artistic conception is well outlined.

Although it is not a superb painting, it is still a masterpiece, and people praise it again.

Because of these two good starts, the atmosphere on the field is getting better and better.

Continuing to beat the drum and pass the flowers, the calligraphy made by You Buyu finally came back.

Zhou Yizhi handed it to You Buyu and said, "Little Yuyu, your calligraphy has not yet been signed, let you quickly add your name." ”

That's the rule.

Otherwise, when the time comes, collect and bind, and who knows which copy was written by whom.

You Buyu glanced at Zhou Yizhi, and then picked up the pen and signed his name under the calligraphy he wrote.

Such a vignette did not interrupt the rhythm of the drumming and passing the flowers, and time passed quickly in such a fun game.

In the seventh round, it was finally the turn of Mo Huaifeng to show himself.

He couldn't wait to write down the words he had brewed and show them to everyone.

However, for these masters, this young man's writing was a good work for his age.

But from their point of view, there is a tendency to use too much force, that is, they want to express it too much, and it is a bit tedious and redundant.

So there is praise for it, but it is mediocre, and it has not been rated higher, and even one of them has kindly said that there are shortcomings.

Such a reaction was naturally not what Mo Huaifeng was expecting.

He almost wanted to pat the words he had written in front of them, so that they could take a closer look at them and taste them again.

Such a good word, how did you get such an evaluation!!

But apparently he did not dare to do so.

So I could only watch as his words passed by quickly, and did not make a big splash in this river pool.

Wronged in his heart, he only felt that he had never met him, and he thought angrily, these people have no vision, and when it spreads, there must be people who know talents!

Everyone didn't know what Mo Huaifeng was thinking.

Attention is now drawn to the interesting couplets written by the young scribe of the moment.