Seeing that everyone was in place, the examiner walked to an iron frame, and a nine-hole incense burner was placed above the iron frame, and the incense inserted in the furnace was lit, and the examiner said to everyone:

"The duration of painting is the time of one pillar of incense, and when the incense burns out, you must stop painting, otherwise you will be considered abstaining. ＂

"There is no limit to the types of paintings, so let's start now. ＂

After the examiner finished speaking, a soldier lifted the gong in his hand, and the gong sounded, and the test officially began.

Everyone began to paint hard, and some young students who looked like talents were sweating profusely and looking nervous, hoping to play their best and seize the opportunity to soar.

Xiao Yueming slowly picked up the wolf pen placed next to the wooden easel, and there were several stone inkstones placed together with the brush, respectively containing various colors of pigments that had been grinded, Xiao Yueming placed the inkstone containing ink in front of him, this time, he decided to use only the purest black ink to paint the painting.

When he was on Black Maple Island, Xiao Yueming followed Chang Muyin to practice calligraphy and painting since he was a child, teaching Xiao Yueming to hold a pen as a sword and paper as a person, and came here to practice sword intent and heart.

Lifting the pen, dipping ink, one stroke, the wolf pen in his hand is vivid and flexible, flowing water, like a dexterous flying sword, Xiao Yueming is engrossed, and his own sword intent is perfectly integrated into the painting, less than half a pillar of incense time, suddenly stopped the pen, a painting painted by black ink is formed.

Taking a deep breath, he carefully looked at the painting in front of him, which was the scene of Xiao Yueming's first meeting with Chang Mu Yin and showing his sword intent cultivation in the Maple Leaf Forest.

The drizzle continued, a slender back stood in the maple forest with a sword, and next to him stood a short figure who was looking up and watching, wearing a hat, and the fallen leaves around were cut in half by the sword intent, falling at will in mid-air, and the whole painting could be called the pinnacle, as if immersive.

Fingers lightly swiped over the somewhat rough and yellowed rice paper, Xiao Yueming seemed to return to that night, as if the next day.

"Wow~"

The last trace of incense in the incense burner turned to ashes, indicating that the time had come, and the soldiers rang the gong, and some of the people who had not finished painting had to stop their writing, sighing heavily, revealing a look of regret on their faces.

The examiner looked at everyone, and then slowly spoke: "The paintings are rated as A, B, C, and D, and only the third grade or above can climb the Baiyue Tower, and they will be judged from the first place on the left." ＂

The first person to take the stage was a poor scholar, holding his painting in both hands, standing in front of everyone, he depicted a landscape painting.

The scholar looked at the examiner nervously, and his hands trembled slightly.

The examiner frowned slightly, and after a glance, he judged: "The artistic conception is good, but the skill is slightly lacking, let's count it as a C-class, and when dusk comes, you can go upstairs." ＂

When the poor scholar heard this, he was overjoyed, and he ran off the stage with his hands dancing happily, and shouted while running: "I, I can go upstairs, I can go upstairs!"

Seeing this person's behavior, no one laughed at him, and he was able to obtain the C grade, which proved that this person's painting skills were already quite level, and the first person to go on stage obtained the qualification to climb the building, which made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief, but the next scene destroyed the self-confidence that had just been accumulated.

The examiner stood on the stage expressionlessly, glanced at the painting in second place, and said lightly: "There is no brushwork at all, Ding, etc." ＂

The man was slightly unconvinced, shouting to reason with the examiner, and was immediately knocked unconscious on the spot by several soldiers in charge of guarding, dragged out of the field like a dead dog, and then thrown in the middle of the street.

The next dozens of people failed to get the qualification to climb the building, and there were even a few examiners who didn't give any comments, just waved their hands and signaled the other party to leave the scene.

"Next. ＂

At this time, most of the selection had been made, and an old man with gray hair walked up to the stage tremblingly, and his wrinkled hands slowly opened his painting for the examiner and everyone to appreciate.

"Huh?"

The examiner looked indifferently, his originally calm eyes exuded a little brilliance, and after observing for a long time, he looked at the old man with a slight smile and said: "Yes, this picture of the tiger descending the mountain is exquisite and vivid, and it can be rated as B." ＂

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, this is the first second-class painting today, the voice of discussion did not fall, and the examiner then said: "I don't know if the old gentleman is willing to enter the painting pavilion, now there is still a lack of a painter in the painting pavilion who is responsible for teaching his disciples, and the official thinks that the old gentleman will be competent." ＂

"Okay, old man, it's really an honor for me to be able to enter the painting pavilion in my old age. ＂

The old man's voice was hoarse, and he saluted the examiner tremblingly, and when the two soldiers stepped forward to help the old man down carefully, the examiner said with a blank face: "Next"

Xiao Yueming was waiting calmly in the audience, only to see a handsome boy dressed in a gorgeous robe and holding a folding fan walk up to the stage, holding his head high and his face with confidence.

Before this person could completely walk on the stage, the originally indifferent examiner suddenly had a smile on his face, bowed down and walked towards the other party, and said flatteringly: "The lower official greets the third prince." ＂

The third prince smiled slightly, and opened the painting in his hand: "Examiner Lin doesn't have to be polite, come and see how the next prince's painting is." ＂

"Don't dare, don't dare"

Examiner Lin bowed forward, carefully observed the painting, it was a Danqing, and then exclaimed: "Wonderful, wonderful, it's just a wonderful brush, the pen is like a god, the level of the third prince has been 108,000 miles off the official, and it is definitely a second-class level." ＂

When the third prince heard this, he immediately laughed, and his heart was extremely useful: "Okay, Examiner Lin really has a good eye." ＂

Patting Examiner Lin's arm, the third prince laughed and walked all the way to Baiyue Tower.

At the main hall on the first floor, some officials and the sixth prince were here to observe the movements of the people below, and at this time, the third prince walked into the main hall in a hurry, and all the officials got up and saluted.

The third prince walked to the side of the sixth prince and said with a smile: "Sixth brother, how come you have time to come to this White Moon Meeting this year?"

The sixth prince rubbed a dragon-shaped jade pendant with one hand, and quipped: "Of course I came to see your kid, why, the sixth brother is not welcome yet?"

"How can it, our brothers haven't seen each other for a while, so we won't get drunk today. ＂

The third prince put his arm around each other's shoulders and smiled.

In the examination room, everyone was talking about what had just happened, Xiao Yueming had excellent ear power, and naturally heard everyone's conversation clearly.

"Who was that boy just now, I only looked at that painting but a C grade, how did you get a B grade?" someone commented.

"Shhh ＂

"This person has such a prominent status, why doesn't he be rated first-class?"

"It's the first time you've come to the White Moon Society, what are the first-class paintings, each one is a peerless painting, that can be collected into the Imperial City Painting Pavilion, it is said that there are only no more than three hundred first-class paintings in the entire Painting Pavilion, and the painters who can paint the first-class in the Painting Pavilion can't exceed the number of hands. ＂

Xiao Yueming listened to everyone's discussions, and gradually had a basic understanding of the painting pavilion, it didn't matter if the work entered the painting pavilion or not, all he needed was the fame that Bai Yuehui carried by himself.

"Next"

Time passed slowly, and it was finally Xiao Yueming's turn to come to power.