Even for Yun Ting, Du Ziyuan had no intention of releasing water. Drawing comics is not an easy task, especially if you have to learn it from scratch. Without the support of talent, perseverance, and interest, painting will only be a torture for artists.

Because it is a painting training class run by the mountain wind, there are unimaginably many people who come to sign up, and there are even those who come from abroad to join a certain force in the Aolan country to sign up.

Du Ziyuan didn't have the patience to assess them one by one, so he simply came to an audition first.

"Everyone paints a painting of their own confidence, with a time limit of 3 hours, and I will review it when the painting is completed. ”

The people of the Tiangang Sect immediately distributed paper and pens to all the candidates, and arranged a huge examination room for the candidates to draw. This audition was decided by Du Ziyuan temporarily, and if it was replaced by someone else, he might have to be in a hurry, but Pei Mingyang, who had partnered with him for almost a year, would not. He had long expected that Du Ziyuan's salted fish temperament could not have this patience, so there would inevitably be an audition, and the table and paper and pen were prepared several days in advance.

Yun Ting also began to paint, as a princess, she is not without privileges, at least she doesn't have to go out to bask in the sun with others, she starts painting directly in front of Du Ziyuan.

Du Ziyuan glanced at it a few times and found that Yun Ting didn't seem to be painting for the first time, and her brushwork was very orderly, and it seemed that Yun Yu had also asked a painter to train her on weekdays. When he saw Yun Yu looking at him, he nodded and signaled that his little princess was okay. This made the emperor greatly relieved, and the previous court was not so nervous.

Boredom waiting, Du Ziyuan quietly pulled Pei Mingyang over, leaned into his ear and asked, "Did those clothes I gave you come in handy?"

"You still dare to say it!" Pei Mingyang gritted his teeth in anger, "If I can't beat you, I want to hold you now, strip off your clothes and let you taste the taste of wearing a belly pocket!"

"Wow...... What a deep resentment," Du Ziyuan took a half step back and smiled evilly, "You just accept your fate, you look so good, you were born to be a material for women's clothing, anyway, it's all fabric, what to wear is not to wear? ”

Pei Mingyang couldn't say anything about him, but said to him angrily: "You are so lacking in virtue, sooner or later you will be punished." ”

"Retribution? hehe, non-existent. ”

......

Three hours later, hundreds of paintings were brought to Du Ziyuan.

Du Ziyuan's first thing to see was naturally Yun Ting's, and she painted her father, that is, the emperor. is already very good at the level of a child, so Du Ziyuan let her pass. As for the other people, they all painted vividly, but it was a pity that the craftsmanship was too heavy, and Du Ziyuan knew at a glance that he was the kind of painter who had systematically studied painting and whose style had been set.

If this type of painter has talent, he can still have good achievements, but unfortunately, Du Ziyuan didn't have the heart to identify them one by one, so this category was directly eliminated. At this moment, there were only about 200 paintings left out of a few hundred.

And among the two hundred or so, a very few miserable ones were also passed. The people who can come to participate in this registration are confident in themselves, and they actually came up with such a bad work, obviously to make luck, Du Ziyuan is too lazy to take care of it.

In the end, Du Ziyuan watched the images of the 200 or so candidates again.

"Don't, don't, don't...... This is okay, this is okay...... Don't ...... this" Du Ziyuan's hand slid quickly on the Lingguang Jade, and almost at a glance he decided to stay or go, and more than half of the two hundred or so people were instantly reduced, and there were less than 50 people left.

The Miao Zhufeng elders on the side were confused, they couldn't understand the criteria that Du Ziyuan had just deleted. It has nothing to do with how well the drawing is made, it has nothing to do with the identity background, or even the nationality.

"Mr. Shanfeng. Pei Yue couldn't help but speak.

"Huh, what's wrong?" Du Ziyuan looked at him.

"That...... What are your criteria for this round of deletions? Why can't I understand it?"

Without waiting for Du Ziyuan to answer, Pei Mingyang on the side pulled him: "Dad, haven't you seen this?"

"See what?" Not only Pei Yue, but everyone else also looked at Pei Mingyang, is it true that only editors know the author they are responsible for best?

Pei Mingyang looked at Du Ziyuan and said with some contempt: "He just left the good-looking ones behind, and all the unsatisfactory ones were eliminated." ”

"What?!"

Including the emperor, I didn't expect that this cartoon still needs to look at the face?

"Mr. Shanfeng, is that so?"

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Du Ziyuan shrugged: "I will meet with them often in the future, can't I pick a few that are pleasing to the eye?"

"Uh...... Absolutely, no problem. "[Your own training class, which of us dare to say no?]

Everyone can only sympathize with those who were deleted because of their appearance. However, as far as publicity is concerned, a handsome and beautiful painter is obviously more gimmicky than a mediocre-looking painter, so they are not too disgusted by Du Ziyuan's choice.

The rest of the talents officially entered the selection stage, and Du Ziyuan divided them into 10 groups, each group of 4 to 5 people.

He said to these teenagers and girls: "I don't need too many students in my training class, 10 is about the same, so then each of you will produce a final candidate, and the others will go back to their own homes." ”

"What!?" the candidates were shocked.

Someone immediately asked, "Teacher Shanfeng, didn't you say that the number of places in the training class is 30 people, why is there so much less all of a sudden?"

Du Ziyuan took a look and found that the person asking the question was Yun Ting's cousin, the grandson of Da Sima. is probably the confidence of being a relative of the emperor, so he is more confident than everyone else, and he is the first to stand up and question Du Ziyuan.

Du Ziyuan didn't play the trick of rolling Lao Tzu if you dared to question it, he just looked at him and said, "What's the matter, don't you have the confidence to stand out among the five people?"

"Not really," the boy looked at the other four in the group, "I've won." ”

"Then what does it have to do with you how many people I pick?"

The young man was squeezed by Du Ziyuan like this, and he was not speechless, but replied without thinking: "Of course it matters, most of the people here are from the Aolan country, if there are a few more outstanding painters, our country's comic industry will be much ahead of other countries, and the things that are beneficial to the country are my pursuit!"

"Hehe, patriotic boy," Du Ziyuan smiled, "What's your name?"

"Jiang Yi!"

"That's okay, Jiang Yi, you can go out. Du Ziyuan pointed to the gate and said.