Chapter 317

Tan Jing thought it over and over again. It is still difficult to associate the image of an elegant scholar in white with Li Yang, who is 24 hours a day and at least 23 hours and 59 minutes obscene. Therefore, she decided that she could not compare calligraphy and painting. If she did, she would lose or win.

Unfortunately, before she could speak again, Guo Lanxiang on one side said first: "it doesn't matter if it takes a long time. Anyway, there's nothing to do. Um... Mrs. Tan, we had a discussion before. The rules of the three games are determined by Mr. Cheng. Now you don't want to go back and eat your words?"

Tan Jing frowned.

In fact, there was not much content in the secret conversation upstairs just now, except that Guo and Li raised their prices. Master Cheng hesitated and finally came up with a trick of martial arts competition to recruit relatives. Tan Meier didn't continue to oppose it, on the one hand, because she didn't want to really make the relationship stiff, on the other hand, it was out of confidence in Li.

Contest!

You can even resist lightning. It's a matter to beat a childe.

As for bicai learning

It's smarter than a monkey to stick hair on it. I'm afraid it's not easy to lose.

As for luck, Tan Jing didn't consider it. She felt that Li Yang's first two games were not a problem. But now there's a problem. I learned to compete. I even got a painting and calligraphy

This is not idle egg pain. I'll smoke if I have nothing to do!

Tan Meier glanced at the old man and had an impulse to burst foul language.

Although she was very unhappy, Guo Lanxiang blocked her words in advance. If she argued again, she would undoubtedly lose her identity. Thinking of this, Tan Jing pursed her red lips and hummed from her nose. She reluctantly acquiesced to the result.

"Well, since there is no objection, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready. Those two wise nephews, let's start now. By the way... Although there is no time limit, the speed should also be included in the evaluation standard. "

After saying this, Master Cheng waved with a smile, spread out the rice paper, and the servant who had studied the ink immediately bowed back and let out the two temporary painting tables.

"Li Yang, can you...?"

Here, after the surprise, Cheng Yixuan began to worry again.

"Yes. Why not. I often draw with watercolor at home. "

"Haha, watercolor pen... Painting? You call that graffiti! "

Guo Ziming couldn't help but be very happy. At the beginning, he devoted himself to making a beautiful girl who came from a scholarly family. He made great efforts in the way of painting and youth. He used a hundred and eighty Balu with a single brush. Although he didn't become a master of painting, he was a fool. It's not easy to say that he has no pressure at all?

Guo decided not to talk nonsense. Take a deep breath, go forward, close your eyes solemnly, and conceive while brewing emotions in your heart. Unfortunately, less than two seconds later, I heard a click coming from the side.

"Yes!" Guo Ziming looked very unhappy. He saw that a silly lack of joy had lost the broken pen holder. His two fingers held the brush tip only half an inch. He said to himself, "Er, it's much more comfortable to take it up like this."

Cheng Yixuan and Tan Jing: "

"Ha ha, the brush can still be used like this. I've really seen it today!"

Guo Ziming couldn't help but open his mouth. Is this stupid? Is it the teaser sent by the monkey? It's so coke! There's wood! Blinking and blinking, Guo Ziming felt that competing with someone was an invincible catch-up. Well, that's right. It's just bullying kindergarten friends!

Take a deep breath and close your eyes solemnly. Guo Dashao decides to abuse the other party to throw away his armor and die without a whole body based on the facts with his exquisite painter and writing skills of ox and fork... Unfortunately, it took only two seconds, and a click suddenly came from the side.

"Shit!"

The train of thought was repeatedly interrupted, and Guo Ziming wanted to be rude. However, considering that there were many women present, especially beautiful women, he decided to maintain his elegant demeanor. Immediately, he tried to resist the sound of clicking and picked up his pen.

Painting is actually a meticulous work. A good work is normal for ten or eight days. But in this Wenbi, we must decide the outcome today, and there will not be enough time. Therefore, after pondering for a moment, Guo Ziming decided to draw a picture of spring wood and autumn frost. Why? It's also very simple. He practiced Balu's 180 brushes at the beginning of this painting, which has long been familiar to his heart. Even if he abandoned the brush for half a year and his skills were a little rusty, he can finish it in two hours, but I think it's not difficult.

Um! That's it.

When he made up his mind, Guo Ziming gracefully raised his wrist and dipped his brush in the inkstone. He was about to splash ink. He was very natural and unrestrained to show the elegant demeanor of literati. A burst of surprised voice suddenly sounded from the side.

"Paralysis, is it over?"

Guo Ziming was angry. Just break the brush for a long time, brother Ren! But it only stopped for a few minutes, and then they yelled again. NIMA's, still let people... Er, wait, it doesn't seem that the voice was made by a fool?

Thinking of this, Guo Da Shao narrowed his eyes and looked aside. As a result, it didn't matter. The eye-catching scene made him open his mouth, and the chin shell almost fell to the ground. "I'll pull up, don't I?"

In fact, not only Guo Ziming, but everyone present was stunned.

It is said that painting is fast, which is not absent in the world. It has been circulated on the Internet. It takes five minutes to sketch a portrait. But the problem is that pencil sketch is not at the same level as traditional Chinese painting! Whether it's old man Cheng, who has rarely lived in ancient times, Tan Jing, who has a broad social network, or Cheng Yixuan, who has studied abroad for many years, I haven't seen anyone who can make a pair of ink and wash paintings in such a short time.

Yes, it's ink painting.

It's not a scribbled chicken eating Mitu.

On the rice paper, there appeared a beautiful woman with a smile and unlimited customs. She was graceful, beautiful and refined, and her whole body was permeated with a simple, elegant and noble atmosphere. Looking back and smiling, the stunning charm of the city turned into a breeze and came to her face. People couldn't help being infatuated and intoxicated in it.

It's really hard to imagine that this is a simple ink painting, because it's too realistic.

Even father Cheng, whose eyes were not so good, suddenly saw that the great beauty on the paper was not someone else, but his own granddaughter... Cheng Yixuan.

"Lying trough, printing press!"

Guo Xianglan had no manners. Her eyes stared round. In a hurry, she stepped forward and looked left and right. She especially wanted to find some printing marks from above. Unfortunately, she failed.

Although Tan Jing didn't move, her beautiful eyes also showed an incredible color. It seemed that she didn't expect that her dry brother had such... Elegant Kung Fu. However, the fact was in front of her, and she couldn't help but believe it, "this little villain..."

She raised her mouth and whispered softly. Tan Meier stretched out her little hand and lifted the green silk scattered in front of her eyes. Originally, some worried emotions disappeared at this moment.

Same as last time.

Among all the people, the most shocking is Cheng Yixuan.

Pity our best imperial sister. She always feels that someone is mentally handicapped. How could she expect that the other party made this lifelike and vivid... Beauty painting at an unimaginable speed?

Looking at the "self" on the rice paper, Cheng Yixuan didn't know why. Suddenly, his pretty face turned red and his heart beat faster. He covered his small mouth for a long time, and then reluctantly calmed down. In his heart, he already loved the painting. He decided to mount it and hang it in the most prominent position in the living room of his farewell villa

Then the friend will come.

See!

Tut tut... What a face!

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Yixuan looked at Li Yang with bright eyes. He was about to speak, but the latter suddenly patted his head, "Oh, I forgot to write! Well... What should I write? "

Li Yang smashed his lower lip and looked at Cheng Yixuan.

"Well, why are you looking at me? Don't you know what to say about your own painting?"

Cheng Yixuan looked a little flustered, bit his lips, subconsciously lowered his eyes, but he couldn't help thinking: what word would he mention? Smile and admire the city and then the country? So in line with the artistic conception. Uh huh... Just a little shy... But then again, this fool is really a little romantic.

When thinking in his head, Li's eyes lit up and seemed inspired. He pushed them aside and came up to Guo Xianglan, who muttered "impossible" repeatedly in his mouth. Then he picked up his small pen and fell on the table to write.

The brushwork is natural and unrestrained. Cheng Meier's eyes are blurred for a moment... Well, it's just a moment.

When Li Yang got up and gave up three big words, Cheng Yixuan felt a little stiff.

This

Is it the legend that the dog tail continues to mink, the dog doesn't understand, and the dog... Well, anyway, Yixuan Mei paper suddenly wants to swear? fuck! It's a beautiful picture that Mingming has made. It's Mao who wants to put it aside: are these five big characters of my wife?

It's really poetic, romantic, romantic... Well, it's nothing anyway. It's disturbing to see it in your eyes. It's like suddenly seeing a lump of shit Baba in the colorful peach blossom forest with pleasant scenery. That's... Absolute damned scenery!

"Aha, it's finally done. I'm so tired!"

At this time, Li stretched himself, yawned and blinked. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He quickly twisted up the drawing paper and turned around like a treasure, "Xuanxuan, this gift for you, hey hey, how, isn't he very happy!"

Cheng Yixuan twitching at the corner of his mouth: "

Poop!

Just then, a dull noise came again.

When they looked at it in amazement, they saw that young master Guo, who was dignified and full of literati and refined scholars, suddenly fainted for some reason. The whole person was lying on the ground and didn't respond at all.

"Hum, you're lucky!"

Guo Lanxiang gritted her teeth. The young master of the Guo family lost two games in a row. Moreover, she was defeated by a fool. It was a great shame. It was embarrassing to say it. She couldn't even hang her face. She wanted to find a way to get in! However, who makes his nephew "dizzy" fast! Hate stared at Tan Jing, Li Yang, Guo Lanxiang put down a scene sentence, and asked people to set up Guo Ziming. They didn't even bother to say goodbye, so they jumped out