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"It's time!"

In the midst of the cheers, Ye Junsheng happened to stamp the freshly made danqing, as if pinching the stopwatch, and the dripping ink was still shining and had not yet dried.

The white space is prominent: "Pengcheng Ye Feng".

The four-character iron painting silver hook, the wind and bones are awe-inspiring, and it is from the hand of Li Yifeng.

Ye Junsheng's seal was the bloodstone given by Li Lao, not the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang stubborn stone seal.

I don't want to, I can't.

The battle with the ancestor was a lively battle for laymen. But as the protagonist, all kinds of hardships are really hard to describe.

By carrying the hearts of the people of the city, millions of people are huge, and their momentum is huge and heavy, far from what ordinary people can imagine.

The infusion of public opinion, of course, is invisible, but the oppression of the soul and spirit is really incomprehensible, as if carrying a huge mountain of 10,000 tons, if you don't pay attention to it, you will be crushed to the soul, at least you will become a vegetative person, or at worst you will turn into ashes, and you will die with a whimper.

Fortunately, the Natal Flying Sword "Will Enter the Wine" is extraordinary, and the strange sacrificial text flashed at the critical moment, showing a heroic power, which can mobilize so many people's hearts and minds to attack the ancestors.

Millions of hearts are combined into one body, and it becomes a thunderbolt, not to mention that the ancestors who have not yet returned to their normal level will not be shaken even in their heyday.

The strong enemy was defeated and retreated, and Ye Junsheng had also fallen out of strength.

During this period, I woke up a few times, ate and drank, and it was not until this morning that I felt that my strength was slowly recovering, so I rushed to the square to participate in the competition.

Having come to this point, he did not want to fall short and throw away an opportunity to gain fame in vain.

Pressed for time. Ye Junsheng showed the kung fu of his life, and his pen was like flying. The painting is Danqing, called "Lushan Map".

But a quarter of an hour. Ye Junsheng's pen and ink were urged, and he drew a large one. Such a speed, so shocked that the people present were speechless, and they couldn't react half-paid.

It is comparable to Cao Zijian's seven-step poem.

"Ouch bitter, I patronized it and forgot to stamp it......"

"Do you think this Ye Junsheng will be in a hurry to scribble together and make up the numbers?"

"Possibly...... Even if I draw a few points, the level is definitely not high......"

Whispering, it's a pity that it's in the way of the rules. I can't rush up to take a look and see what Ye Junsheng is doing.

When the time came, the personnel in charge of collecting the danqing began to come over, one by one, carefully drying the ink and rolling it up.

At this time, the major talents are leaving.

Gu Xuezheng didn't care about anything, and took the first step to stop Ye Junsheng: "Junsheng, you are here." That's nice. ”

Ye Junsheng arched his hand and replied, "Thank you for your concern." ”

Gu Xuezheng smiled: "What's polite now, your body is fine." I muttered in my heart, look at his previous miscellaneous painting methods, beyond ordinary people's handwriting. Difficult movements, the body must be better.

I didn't mention any pleasantries.

Soon, Gu Xuezheng asked the core question: "Jun Sheng, you Danqing." Satisfied?"

Ye Junsheng smiled and said, "It's not bad, it's a standard work." ”

Hear the words. Gu Xuezheng couldn't help but be happy in his heart: Ye Junsheng was quite confident in what he said, and he didn't mean to rush to the scene at all.

Let's put it this way. In the end, there is a little hope for a good result.

It's hateful that this kid is very tight-mouthed, and he doesn't mention the specific situation of Danqing at all. Although you don't ask straight to the point, you can't take the initiative to say it.

Gu Xuezheng was a little dissatisfied, but some words were really inappropriate to ask.

When he went out and met Ye Junmei, Li Yifeng and others, he naturally asked a long and short question.

At this time, the matter of Ye Junsheng painting with both hands, and the large-scale painting in a quarter of an hour had already spread, and it became a hot topic for a while.

A series of curious and burning eyes fell on him, and all kinds of speculation and words were loud at the same time.

In any case, after the competition, it was a relief for all the participating talents, and they were in groups of three or five, calling friends, and running towards the most prosperous and famous restaurant in Yangzhou, to eat and drink to celebrate.

Originally, Gu Xuezheng had the intention of being the east, but Ye Junsheng excused himself and said that he was not feeling well and wanted to go back to rest earlier, so he ran aground for the time being, and said that he would wait for the final result to be revealed, and then he would get drunk with everyone.

Ye Junsheng is really tired.

This kind of mental tiredness is different from physical fatigue, it is simply tired to the bones, and any hustle and bustle can be isolated if you want to, and it is the king to go back to the house and sleep well.

So Ye Junmei helped him, said goodbye to everyone, and returned to the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the bedside of the room, Ye Junsheng lay down, gasping for breath, his complexion changed, showing a sickly blush.

Ye Junmei was taken aback: "Brother, what's wrong with you? ”

Ye Junsheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's okay, it's just tired." ”

"Hey, I don't want you to dare to participate in the competition first, but I don't listen. ”

The girl complained.

Ye Junsheng sighed: "If you don't grit your teeth and get through, you will definitely regret it in the future." ”

"What's the last kick...... But my body matters, what should I do if something happens?"

As he spoke, Ye Jun's eyebrows and eyes were misty, and tears appeared. said that in the past few days, it really scared her a lot, and everyone was haggard and thin.

Looking at her, Ye Junsheng touched the scene, and couldn't help but murmur softly: "I will not regret the gradual widening of the clothes belt, and I will make people haggard for Yixiao...... Jun Mei, I'm fine, just rest for a few more days. ”

"I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yi. Good poetry, peerless poetry!"

In the exclamation, the second son of Ximen appeared at the door with bright eyes.

How did he get here?

"Junsheng, quick, I can't wait to chant this poem in its entirety. ”

This guy's current appearance looks like a dissatisfied pervert.

Ye Junmei remembered his brother's body, and said angrily: "Second son, my brother is tired like this, you still have to ask him to chant poetry, and he is not a friend." ”

But there is a trace of sweetness in my heart.

"My brother is going to win the world's number one talent. ”

The girl is pure-minded, and she has always thought that her brother is the most capable, and as for any other talents, I'm sorry, they all stand against the wall.

She couldn't help but say something, so she drove out the second son of Ximen.

The second son of Ximen also knew that it was not the right time, but when he heard Ye Junsheng chanting such a poem, he clapped his hands and applauded, his heart was like a hundred claws grasping his heart, and he even forgot about the original intention of coming, and only thought about what way to make Ye Junsheng finish these two poems.

These two sentences alone can be called a sentence that has been passed down from generation to generation. If you are in a tall building, with your hands behind your back, with such a trace of grief on your face, you will groan softly. Whether it is the Oiran in the Qinglou or the talented girl at the lady level, who will not be moved to tears like rain?

The belt gradually widens and does not regret it, and it makes people haggard for Yi, which is the god-level portrayal of amorous seeds.

Inexplicably, the second son of Ximen remembered the song "Qingyu Case" that Ye Junsheng had made before during the Lantern Festival. (To be continued.) )