Standing on the wooden platform with one hand, Xiao Yueming looked at the noisy crowd in the audience with a calm expression, waiting for the arrival of Examiner Lin.

In the hall on the first floor of the White Moon Building, the sixth prince and the third prince sit in the main seat, many officials are in the second position, they are talking very happily, the sound of laughter is constantly fluctuating, the officials present are responsible for managing the poetry and music in the palace, chess and painting-related things, although the official rank is not low, but there is no real power, can only hold each other for warmth, through the convening of this White Moon Meeting, if you can have some relationship with the two people on the main seat, it is really beneficial.

The atmosphere in the hall was harmonious, and at this moment, I saw a figure stumbling into the hall, it was the Lin examiner, who stood in the center of the hall, facing everyone, holding a roll of rice paper in both hands, and said breathlessly:

"The lower and lower officials are in charge of the painting examination room, and when they saw a peerless treasure, they didn't dare to judge without permission, so they came to ask the pavilion master. ＂

When everyone in the hall heard this, they immediately fell silent, and the sixth prince and the third prince of the main throne couldn't help but glance at each other, and they all noticed a look of surprise in each other's eyes.

A sixty-year-old man dressed in the official mansion trembled and stood up, with a solemn expression, it was the master of the painting pavilion, I saw him walking slowly to the center of the main hall, and when the examiner saw the old man coming, he immediately bowed his head and held the rice paper in both hands.

The master of the painting pavilion took the rice paper from the hand of the examiner Lin, and slowly unfolded the rice paper with his wrinkled hands, the face of the master of the painting pavilion was surprisingly calm, and he quietly stopped there to admire, everyone held their breath and stared, although they were extremely curious, but they did not dare to disturb easily.

After a long time, I saw that the master of the painting pavilion sighed slightly, shook his head gently, and said with emotion on his old face: "Yes, this kind of work can indeed be regarded as first-class, although there are also masters in my painting pavilion who can paint first-class works, but compared with this painting, it is still a little worse, Examiner Lin, where is the author of this painting now, hurry up and take me to visit his old man's house." ＂

The master of this painting pavilion subconsciously thinks that the author is an old man, and there is nothing wrong with thinking about it, the level of painting is like practicing martial arts, and it cannot be refined overnight.

Before Examiner Lin could answer, everyone gathered around to observe, only to see a painting painted by black ink displayed in front of everyone's eyes, the hazy drizzle, the elegant fallen leaves, the dusty back, the painting level can be called the peak, everyone only felt that they had blended with the soul of this painting, the scene in the painting seemed to be within reach, and even felt the slightest coolness of the rain dripping on the skin.

There was silence around, looking at the painting in front of him, the fingers of the sixth prince who had been rubbing the dragon-shaped jade pendant also stopped, and after half a ring, the third prince shook his head and said in amazement:

"It's really amazing, this prince has never seen a painting with such an artistic conception, Examiner Lin, take the lead quickly, this prince wants to meet the author of this painting and see where he is sacred. ＂

As soon as these words came out, many officials urged one after another, and the sixth prince's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the painting in front of him, and slowly spoke: "This kind of talent must be used by the royal family." ＂

Hearing this, Examiner Lin did not dare to hesitate at the moment, and hurriedly walked towards the examination room with everyone.

The sixth prince and the third prince walked in front, followed by a group of old officials who had already gray hair and were in the age of flowers, this group of people was too conspicuous, and a hundred red-armored soldiers opened the way to escort them, and walked all the way, attracting many crowds to follow.

At this time, in the painting examination room, the noisy crowd was still talking, Xiao Yueming standing on the stage closed his eyes slightly, closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly, his heart felt something, Xiao Yueming opened his eyes, only to see that the crowded crowd was quickly rushed open a passage by the red-armored soldiers, everyone was quiet for a moment, and a group of people came into view.

Two of the three people who started Xiao Yueming knew that they were the third son of the examiner Na Lin and the king of Na Zhennan, and the yellow-robed man standing in the middle was noble, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were blazing, leading everyone to the front of the stage.

Seeing Xiao Yueming, everyone was slightly stunned, they really didn't expect this author to be so young, Examiner Lin quickly bowed forward and whispered to Xiao Yueming: "These two are the third prince and the sixth prince, why don't you hurry up and see them." ＂

When Xiao Yueming heard this, she slightly looked at the yellow-robed man standing in the middle, "No wonder the temperament is so extraordinary, presumably these six princes are also an absolutely outstanding one among the many brothers." ＂

Glancing at it without showing a look, Xiao Yueming bowed and said, "In Xia Xiao Yueming, I have seen the six princes and the third prince." ＂

Seeing that Xiao Yueming was so young, the third prince instantly walked forward with a laugh, patted Xiao Yueming's shoulder and said with a smile: "Hahaha, Brother Xiao is really young and promising, he can paint first-class works at such a young age, this prince still thinks that the peerless painting was painted by an old man, Brother Xiao is really giving us a young generation of long faces." ＂

As soon as these words came out, the voices of everyone in the audience who had been quiet started talking again, and the third prince said it himself, so it must be true, and those big officials dressed in the government were also present, which is even more indisputable.

The sixth prince played with the jade pendant, laughed quite handsomely, and also praised: "Brother Xiao is really talented, it's too noisy here, it's better to enter the Baiyue Tower, I have good wine waiting for Brother Xiao." ＂

Saying this, the sixth prince thought secretly in his heart, but his voice was as usual: "This person is so old, he has such a level of painting, it can be said that he is a genius of the ages, and he must be included in my command on this trip, and it may be of great use in the future." ＂

He saluted slightly, and said slightly apologetically: "The six princes, the painting below has not been completely completed, so it is better to fill in this last stroke first, and talk with the six princes about wine." ＂

Xiao Yueming's purpose of coming here is naturally to become famous, and now that she is so trembling, she naturally can't give up.

The six princes took a deep look at each other, and naturally guessed Xiao Yueming's thoughts, but they didn't break it, and the six princes were also a little curious about what changes could be made in this painting, which seemed to him to be flawless.

With a wave of his hand, the master of the painting pavilion behind him bowed forward with the painting in his hand, and his already somewhat cloudy eyes looked at Xiao Yueming with admiration, as if he had seen an idol.

took the painting, avoided the goosebump-like gaze of the old pavilion master, and unfolded it in front of everyone, which immediately caused a burst of exclamations, holding the painting in his left hand and the hilt of the sword in his right hand, Qing Yuan slowly unsheathed, with a crisp sword sound, at this moment, Xiao Yueming seemed to have become the focus of the audience.

"This is, Qingyuan Sword?" the Sixth Prince's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the Qingyuan Sword in Xiao Yueming's hand, and muttered to himself.

The spears in the hands of the soldiers in charge of the guards around them were raised one after another, and they all pointed their spears and swords at Xiao Yueming, and the old man who was hiding behind everyone instantly appeared beside the six princes, his head slightly lowered.

The appearance of the old man instantly attracted Xiao Yueming's attention, and his eyes faintly swept over the old servant in blue behind the six princes, and he was secretly frightened: "Another first-class master." ＂

Secretly inhaled, the Qingyuan ancient sword was held in his right hand, the bright red blood groove in the center of the Xueliang sword body was extremely eye-catching, the internal force of the dantian was surging, Xiao Yueming threw the painting high into the air under the gaze of everyone, Qingyuan raised it in his right hand, and the last sword intent was integrated into the painting.

"Zheng~"

The painting in mid-air suddenly burst out with boundless sword light, and the majestic sword intent crushed all around, and those ordinary people who had no cultivation in the audience were suppressed and lay on the ground, wailing continuously, even those who were slightly weaker in martial arts were on one knee, and only second-rate martial artists could barely support it.

On the stage, the old string who was originally behind the six princes had appeared in front of everyone at this time, resisting the overwhelming sword intent with his own qi, and the six princes and others behind him were safe, the old string's body trembled slightly, his sleeve robe was agitated, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat, obviously holding on extremely hard.

Don't look at Xiao Yueming's sword intent as if even a first-class master can suppress it, this is because the string elder has pulled all the sword intent around him, if he is allowed to resist alone, I am afraid that he will not be able to hurt a single hair of his hair.

Ordinary martial artists are artistic conception and internal force at the same time, this artistic conception is not lethal, for the same level of martial artists, will not use it against the enemy, because it is useless, only Xiao Yueming is wonderful, only has a lot of artistic conception cultivation that exceeds the internal force, with the equivalent of a half-step peerless artistic conception, to suppress the same realm of martial artists can be said to be tried and tested, but if Xiao Yueming is even against a first-class martial artist, even if the other party's artistic conception cultivation is slightly lower, it will hardly have any impact.

The reason why the sword intent can exert such power is that Xiao Yueming injected several sword intents into the paintings, and with the influx of the last sword intent, the paintings have completely reached saturation, so there is such a scene now, in fact, it is the same as the red jade card, it is also possible to inject internal force, but since it is to make a name for itself, it is natural to choose the most high-profile appearance method.

Seeing that everyone was almost unable to support it, Xiao Yueming realized that he couldn't go too far, all the people present were big people who stood up to the sky, and some things going too far would backfire.

The painting floated in the air out of thin air, slowly turning, exuding boundless sword intent, Qingyuan entered the sheath, without the support of internal force, the sword intent in the painting disappeared suddenly, and slowly fell from the air.

Without the suppression of sword intent, everyone felt that their bodies were loosened, and the mountains on their bodies disappeared, and the original light blue robe of Xian Lao was slightly darker at this time, and his whole body was soaked with sweat, mobilizing the internal force of the dantian to adjust the somewhat disordered aura, Xian Lao's eyes were firmly fixed on the black-clothed man with the sword in front of him, in case the other party made a rash move.

The people who were hiding behind the old xian, although they didn't personally feel the sense of oppression as if they were carrying a mountain, they also looked at Xiao Yueming with palpitations, the six princes have been practicing martial arts since they were children, and now they have just entered the second-rate realm, so they naturally know that this is a very high level of sword intent cultivation, and they can't help but be a little frightened, this Xiao Yueming is definitely a first-class martial artist, such a young first-class martial artist, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is extremely terrifying.

Looking at everyone's shocked expressions, Xiao Yueming was very satisfied, and thought, "Yes, the result is much better than I expected before." ＂

Catching the painting falling from the sky with one hand, using the index finger as a pen, writing with the ink that has not yet dried, everyone saw Xiao Yueming's pen walking a snake and dragon, writing a line of small characters in the lower right corner of the painting, and the pen and ink are horizontal:

Falling rain stream ink drawing

Xiao Yueming painted on June 16, the 38th year of the Qianlong Dynasty