Time flies, and halfway through the hour.

In the square, some fast talents have already completed their works, carefully dried them, checked and admired them repeatedly, and after making sure that there were no major problems, they handed in the papers and left happily.

But in half a tea time, half of the seats on the field were empty.

Under the influence, the remaining talents couldn't help but speed up, wave their brushstrokes, and hurry up to finish.

There is not much time left, and if it is not completed, it will be extremely urgent, and if it cannot even complete the work in the end, it will be miserable.

Mei Xuehai looked engaged, and her pen was tactful, with a gentle smile on her cheeks.

It's a triumphant laugh.

This work can be called his masterpiece.

"Spring Warm Peach Blossom Picture", what he painted is the peach blossoms, there are beautiful women, talented people, and the scenery of stepping into the green. As for the idea of poetry, it has already been completed in the chest, and when Danqing's last stroke is completed, it does not stay, and the pen and ink are quickly inscribed in the blank space, which is a song "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

The rhetoric and sentences are made like flowers.

In the end, the seal was sealed, and the coffin was decided.

Hurry!

I can't help but throw the pen in my hand on the ground, look around, there is a great style of who competes.

Calculating the time, there is only a quarter of an hour left, and it is just right.

On the other hand, Guo Nanming also completed the work, but I don't know if it was because of emotional instability, he used the wrong ink on one of the rocks he painted, resulting in the formation of flaws. Although he tried his best to remedy it, he could not completely make up for it, so he could only sigh.

The high-level competition is very demanding, and there are slight mistakes. will cause immeasurable losses that are irreparable.

That's it. Anyway, he has long lost the qualification to win the championship, and he has already been mentally prepared for the poor ranking.

He smiled wryly. Seeing Mei Xuehai's arrogant posture, Huo Ran understood that the other party must have drawn very well, and might even play beyond the level.

In this way, the title of "the world's first talent" is inseparable, and it is already in Mei Xuehai's bag, which is well deserved.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance to the venue.

The chief judge was closing his eyes and recuperating, but at this moment he raised his head and shouted, "What's the noise?"

Then I saw a scholar with a beautiful face walking in, it was Ye Junsheng.

How did he get here?

Ye Junsheng suddenly appeared. Many of the people present were greatly surprised, and when they thought about it, could it be that he had just woken up?

As soon as I woke up, I immediately rushed to the square, but I was persistent. But what's the point of coming here now?

There's only a quarter of an hour left.

The first surprise dissipated in an instant, and Gu Xuezheng's originally straight body couldn't help but sit back softly.

Talent competitions do not stipulate late arrivals and early departures. Ye Junsheng's belated arrival is not a violation of the rules. Therefore, the officer in charge of order did not ask, but went to the entrance and quieted down to the people outside.

Ye Junsheng is here. Ye Junmei was naturally accompanied, with Li Yifeng and others outside the court.

Li Yifeng asked, "Miss Ye, is your brother him?"

Ye Junmei replied with some concern: "Brother wake up." I heard that the competition was restructured, and today is the final battle. Come and participate anyway. ”

Huang Yuanqi sighed: "It's a pity that I didn't come half an hour early, and now I have no strength to return to the sky." ”

Half an hour early. There is a lot of time, there is still a chance to fight, and now, it is too late to say anything.

Li Yifeng's face changed uncertainly, and he suddenly said: "Junsheng has always been stable in doing things, or there may be opportunities." ”

Huang Yuanqi sighed, very disapproving.

Li Yifeng groaned slightly and said, "Yuan Qi, do you still remember the scene when Jun Sheng painted with two brushes?"

"Huh?"

Huang Yuanqi suddenly remembered: In the past, in Jizhou, Ye Junsheng practiced Danqing hard, and humbly asked them for techniques.

With the pen in this way, the speed of painting is extremely fast, even too fast, and it is easy for people to feel sloppy.

However, in fact, the level of Ye Junsheng's paintings is still not to be underestimated.

So, now he can do it again and paint it in just a quarter of an hour?

It's too mysterious.

Even if it can be done, what is the level of quality?

Hearing what Li Yifeng said, Huang Yuanqi's mind suddenly became lively: Besides, Ye Junsheng can appear on the field and participate in the competition, which is already a great thing in itself, and it is even more rare if he can hand over his works. As for the level, it is not so important......

In the square, Ye Junsheng came to his own seat, and when he saw the four treasures of the study room that were neatly placed, he suddenly raised his hand and said, "Can the kid change the whole size of paper?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Originally, this unit was Danqing, and the rice paper distributed by everyone was four feet in folio, which belonged to the medium width, and Ye Junsheng, who came last, actually opened his mouth to be four feet large, what did he do?

It's almost time, do you still want to paint?

Even if he paints, why does he have to change to a large piece of paper, doesn't he know that the larger it is, the more difficult it is to draw?

In the competition, the selection of paper stipulates that it cannot be selected small, which is lower than the standard, but there is no provision that it cannot be selected to be large. So after a while, a little servant brought a four-foot piece of rice paper over to Ye Junsheng.

The whole piece of paper happens to cover the bookcase, and the pen and ink can only be placed in the corner.

Ye Junsheng suddenly made another stunned move, he moved the bookcase elsewhere, and directly spread the rice paper on the ground and spread it out.

Before everyone could react, Ye Daxiu rolled his sleeves high with both hands, shirtless, and then flipped his ten fingers, holding two different pens in each hand.

Whew!

The pen is very fast, and the paint is picked up, and the painting begins.

This kind of painting method, whether it is a genius or those gray-haired judges, as well as various academic and political masters, they have not seen it, but what they see are all street performances, how can they be used here.

This is the testing ground for the world's first talent competition.

I believe that if Ye Junsheng shakes his body at this moment, he will shake off his eyes all over the ground. However, time is precious and urgent, and there is no time to pay attention to this.

Whew!

After sketching the basic frame lines on the snow-white paper, Ye Junsheng changed the pen so fast that no one could see it clearly, and the pens of different sizes changed between his fingers, and a variety of suitable pigments fell on the blank space where they should be. The full-width action is smooth and smooth, and it has a beautiful feeling.

Hands waving, brushstrokes are chaotic, legs change with the change of the pen, body or squatting, or sitting, or bending or standing, where it looks like painting, but like doing kung fu.

The pen is up and down, the danqing is rotated, and the eyes of the people present are a little straight, and they don't even have time to care about what Ye Junsheng paints.

"Oh my God, he can draw with five pens with both hands at the same time?"

"What do I see, he writes and draws at the same time?"

Surprised and inexplicable, my heart was stirred up, and I was as nervous as a ghost of death.

"It's time!"

But the person in charge of the time shouted very dutifully.

In the midst of the cheers, Ye Junsheng just threw away the three or four pens in his hand, took out the seal and stamped it.

Not bad at all!(To be continued.) )