There are no noisy gongs and drums, and there is no high-pitched suona. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info this high-standard event began in a clear bang.

It is said that it is a grand event, but due to the limitation of the space area, the number of attendees is far from being comparable to the crane singing festival in the Kunlun Immortal Valley in later generations.

Du Yuan and others, as contestants, were arranged to wait on the back side of the stage. It's time to come, and nine artists from different regions and eras have finally gathered in one place.

There was no communication for the time being, some were nervous, some were excited, and some were nervous.

Du Yuan kept looking for his idol Da Vinci, but the other party buckled his head with a gray hood, and only his long beard was exposed, preventing eye contact.

He had no choice but to give up, but pricked up his ears and listened intently to what the front desk had to say—

The master of ceremonies was Liao Qing, who led everyone into the palace yesterday, he changed into a new court dress, and said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the snow in Kyoto has not disappeared, and spring has returned to the Imperial Palace. Thanks to Grandma's blessing, on the occasion of the New Year, it is a blessing for the demon clan to participate in the grand event in the palace——"

On the two rows of seats in the shape of a figure-eight radial under the stage, the guests raised the standard white fans distributed in a unified manner and waved them in unison, like more than 100 giant vegetable butterflies flapping their wings in the field.

There was no loud applause, no applause, these demons didn't know whether they were reserved or too high-quality, and none of them made a noise. But the scene of this silent fan is neat and uniform, and it is obviously not unsympathetic.

"Okay, don't say anything superfluous. Grandma Baizun said that the demon clan, as a minority elite group in this world, must act differently from mortals. Na Liaoqing pressed his palms downward, signaling that he could stop, "A hundred years ago, we held a 'Hanmo Spring and Autumn' calligraphy competition, which coincided with the meeting, and it happened to be the host - its grand occasion is still vivid."

At that time, the contestants, especially the Eastern Emperor of Saga, were noble, and his calligraphy adhered to the legacy of the Tang Dynasty of the Celestial Dynasty, which was extremely ancient and honorable. There is also its strongest opponent, Master Kukai, who uses a pair of scriptures to copy the mysteries of Buddhism, attracting the blessings of thousands of Buddha lights.

But the winner was the grotesque and uninhibited Mr. Tachibana Yishi, a local calligrapher who was regarded as the successor of the mantle of the master of Liu Gongquan of the Celestial Empire, who only wrote the word 'heart' on the ground, and penetrated the bricks and stones. Immediately won the full house of exclamations, and even finally won the cup......"

There was a buzz in the audience, and many senior demons whispered to each other, some frequently nodded their heads in approval, and some were indignant and seemed to be unconvinced.

Looking at the past from Du Yuan's point of view, there is nothing special about the appearance of these demons, but they are no different from ordinary literati and. All dressed in kimonos, the clothes are gorgeous, and the neckline is also starched, and they look like a family.

"For a hundred years, your faces have not changed, but this world has become more exciting. Grandma said that although 'Hanmo Spring and Autumn' is rumored to be a good story, it is not perfect. After all, the way of calligraphy is limited to the hieroglyphic system, and the contestants from other phonetic alphabet countries are basically here to accompany the runners. No matter how well those tadpole texts are written, they are similar to the finely decorated, lacking the charm and aura they deserve.

In order to make the event more complete, and in order to make the most of the world's talents - so today's grand launch of the 'Writing Ceremony' is compared to painting. ”

A big demon in Tur interrupted Liao Qing, "On painting, do I lose to others because of my great Fusang?" This voice was very high-pitched, and it seemed that a woman emphasized.

Liao Qing took the opportunity to look at it, "It turned out to be Gu Yusang, what's the matter, in addition to kendo, you also have research on painting?"

The "Gu Huosang" stood up, squinted his eyes, and gently shook the white fan in his hand, "The way of the sword is used to forage for food, and the way of painting is used to nourish the heart, and I have some of these two things." The people of the world are greedy for life and afraid of death, so they only know my sword, and if I ask the superiority of the two sides, I will believe that my Danqing skills are higher. ”

Hahahaha...... The audience was full of laughter, and many big demons broke the silence and praised her for cocking their fingers. "It's good, let's show it first!"

"Yes, let the so-called players see, our demon clan is not a layman. In terms of elegance, how can human beings be arrogant?"

"Come on, Gu Won Bird, warm up first-"

Du Yuan was shocked when he heard the words "Gu Won Bird". Isn't this a big monster bird that steals children and raises them themselves? Moreover, this legend is not the Fusang version, it really originates from the Celestial Empire.

Out of curiosity, he simply opened the curtain with a wide slit and looked outward.

But I saw that the woman was thin and tall, with a long and pointed nose, sharp eyes, and an awe-inspiring aura all over her body. At first glance, it's not a good-looking character.

Gu Huoniao's temperament is simple and direct, and he can't stand everyone's encouragement. Put the fan in his hand on the table and walk straight to the front of the stage.

The distance was still three zhang, but I saw that her arms vibrated slightly, and the sleeves of her kimono stirred up the demonic wind, holding her slender body and flying directly onto the stage.

"One comes, one comes. She walked to the middle of the stage, held up a finger, and shot a sword qi from between her fingernails, nailing it accurately to the scroll hanging high above the beams.

Those scrolls were originally tied with black silk ropes, but now the bow was cut by the sword qi, and one of the scrolls suddenly slipped off and unfolded.

Different from the preparation before ordinary painting, these scrolls are actually framed Jingxuan, full of blank paper without ink, just waiting for the contestants to put down their pens.

changed to an ordinary painter, I'm afraid I'm immediately discouraged. Because after the intersection of ink and paper, the tightness changes greatly with the transition between dry and wet, and if it is framed in advance, it will directly affect the rhythm of pen movement, and the final product will also be wrinkled and difficult to get into the elegant hall.

Gu Huoniao didn't mind, and reached out and flicked the dangling scroll attached to the back of the stage with his long nails. "Say, what's the rule? free creation or improvisation?"

The audience laughed, and Liao Qing also smiled wryly, "Free creation and improvisation...... Isn't that the same thing? This time it was named 'Writing the Ceremony', and the original intention of my grandmother was to delineate the subject matter, focusing on portraits. Everyone is all focused on creating characters, which is also convenient for comparing high and low. ”

"It's easy-" Gu Huoniao raised his eyebrows and glanced at Liao Qing up and down a few times, "Let's look!"

Before the words fell, she had already made a move.

A long feather popped out of the cuff of her kimono, about a foot two inches long, with a blue-black end and a gray-white middle, and the tail stem pinched between her fingers.

The black mist visible to the naked eye rose from the end of the blue and black feathers, like a black flame, winding and curling, jumping non-stop. The blue-black color gradually became darker until it became pure pitch black.

The condensation fire has arrived, and the body of the bird is flashing!

Click...... The sound of sword qi stirring was endless, and her whole person turned into a string of gray shadows, attacking continuously between the place where she stood and the scroll.

This posture is not like painting, it is similar to fencing.

The black mist at the tip of the long feather soaked into the scroll, forming thousands of criss-crossing lines, and the pen was sharp and flying.

The lines of varying thicknesses are like knives and axes, gradually cutting through the picture, at first resembling a bird's nest, and gradually appearing as blocks and corners. As the speed of movement increases, the subject of the depiction breaks through the paper.

Finally, Gu Houniao finished the last stroke, dodged back into place, and retracted the long feather into his sleeve with a bang. He shook his shoulders and said, "That's it." ”

The audience stretched their necks and looked intently—huh......? What kind of goods is this?

"It's like a big frog!" someone speculated.

"No, not really. I think it's more like a toad—" and some people spoke up.

Liao Qing's face sank like water, "Gu Yusang, I have already said that we are comparing portraits ......"

"yes, I'm a portrait. Gu Xuaniao looked proud, tilted his head to admire his work, and then turned his face to look at Liao Qing, "The model is you-have you forgotten your real body?

After you were captured, you toad spirit was very clever, and immediately worshiped under the door of Grandma Bai, and turned into a loyal attendant. If I had half of your sycophant skills, I'm afraid the whole of Hokkaido would become my territory at this moment. ”

The words are like knives, revealing Liao Qing's life experience, and he is ruthless - which makes this white tomb grandmother very embarrassed by the former minister.

"Ahem. Liao Qing turned his gaze to the scroll, looked at the bust of the big toad with a sword aura, and suddenly slapped his slap twice, "Like, it is indeed very similar! If it weren't for Gu Yusang's constant memory, he would definitely not have been able to draw such a vivid work." Looking at it, it's like I'm looking in a mirror...... Thank you for reminding us that only by looking back on the past correctly can we better face the future!"

Du Yuan picked a thumbs up behind the scenes, this master of ceremonies is really good at kung fu!

I just caught all the smashed faces, and none of them fell to the ground. did not smash the field and disturb the overall situation.

Gu Xuaniao deliberately created a burden, but he didn't smash it, and he heard the fans waving in unison, obviously praising Liao Qing's wit, so he was dissatisfied.

"In that case, do you need to compare? Where is the trophy? Quickly award it to me - it doesn't matter if there is no trophy, just have a prize. I heard that this time Grandma took out a fragment of an immortal artifact!"

Liao Qing didn't have hatred to be fake, just to cover up the hard work. He regained his respectful color and bowed slightly, "Gu Yusang is too anxious. How dare you make such a hasty conclusion about winning or losing? This is a grand ceremony, and it is a gathering of giants in the art world. Let's read them one by one......"

He straightened his waist, made a gesture of "Please step down", and said aloud to the audience, "Thank you for the warm-up performance." Now I'm going to state the format—

In order to control time, we have carefully selected nine great artists from the Western, Fuso, and Celestial Empires, and spanning different dynasties. Originally, it was planned to use the region as the boundary and form a team to compete. ”

He paused for a moment, and then said slowly, "But Grandma Baifu is from a lofty position, and she believes that there should be no regional division for a successful event. Our demon race is not a race that is forever trapped in Fusang. In order to avoid the suspicion of favoring the host, grandma instructed that the group should be disorganized on the spot and the team should be re-formed. There are still three teams, and each team is still three people, but they are from different regions. ”

Du Yuan, who was standing on the edge of the curtain, was stunned for a moment, and looked back at several acquaintances.

From Osashi Tezuka, Jun Miyazaki, Kuniyoshi Utagawa to Zhou Fang and Tang Yin, who was not yet fully awake and yawned, they were all stunned.

What's going on here?

Liao Qing's voice continued to come from the front desk-

"The first team, under the name of 'Flying Cormorant', the three players are, Rembrandt, Utagawa Kuniyoshi, and Tang Yin!"