Hey! But I saw Lu Ji's face change, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Ma Qibo's paintings in a daze, and no longer spoke. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brother Lu, I'm sorry, Ma is a little selfish, so he painted two paintings! Please forgive me! Ma Qibo bowed his hand to Lu Jiyi and said apologetically.

What the? Painted two? Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, no wonder Ma Qibo took so long, but it turned out that he actually painted two paintings.

"No, if you say a good competition, it can only be one, how can you not be satisfied with the first one, just paint another one!"

"Yes, people must think that the first one must not be compared, so I have to paint another one, hoping that the second one can play at a super level!"

"Yes, if quality is not good, do you want to win by quantity?"

The audience was full of condemnation.

Ma Qibo looked at Lu Ji a little helplessly.

Lu Ji didn't say a word, just stared blankly at the paintings on the table.

"Brother Lu, if this guy's painting can't be seen at all, then you have to let everyone see it!" Someone in the audience shouted.

Lu Ji finally reacted, but his face was full of red, he shook his head and sighed, "Brother Ma, Lu Mou admits that he is not as good, but I want to ask, what kind of painting skill is this?" ”

"Don't hide it from Brother Lu, this is passed on by the teacher, and the sketch is also!"

"This kind of painting skill is really a magic skill!" Lu Ji sighed.

"Where, where! The teacher's skills are ten times better than Qibo! Ma Qibo said with a look of reverence.

"Really?" Lu Ji was a little unbelievable, after all, Ma Qibo's painting skills were inferior, not to mention that his painting skills were ten times better than a hundred times, so what kind of magic skills were they? He really didn't dare to imagine.

"Brother Lu, Ma Mou is not lying when he speaks!" Ma Qibo is colorful.

Lu Ji looked at Ma Qibo, his sincere and enthusiastic eyes told him that this Ma Qibo was never lying, it was ridiculous, he actually wanted to compete with such a master of painting skills, how much he couldn't help himself!

Lu Ji was full of shame, hugged his fists at Ma Qibo, turned around and walked off the stage, and actually went straight to the outside of the hall without looking back.

For a while, the scene was silent, and everyone looked at each other, what was going on? Why didn't Brother Lu say goodbye?

Liu Daxia also looked puzzled, and asked quietly, "CITIC, Ma Qibo's paintings are really so godly?" ”

"To be honest, I'm only a little bit better than him in sketching, but when it comes to painting skills, I really can't catch up with him!" Ming Zhongxin smiled.

"In other words, this time you actually pushed Ma Qibo to the front desk and asked him to block the arrows and rain for you?" Liu Daxia's face suddenly realized, and then he looked at Mingzhong with disdain.

"That's natural, the master has something to do, and the disciple obeys it, isn't it a matter of course?" Ming Zhongxin is a matter of course.

"Hmph, what a cheeky one! Even apprentices take advantage of it! Liu Daxia had a look of disdain on his face.

Ming Zhongxin smiled smugly and ignored this stubble.

"We're going to see the paintings!" A voice from the audience broke the silence.

"Yes, we're going to see the paintings!" There was a cacophony in the audience.

"Okay, everyone, please don't be impatient!" Pavilion Master Wu raised his hand and asked everyone to be quiet.

Immediately, he asked Li Tianyi and Zhao Deming to carefully hold up the painting and show it to everyone.

But in this painting by Ma Qibo, chrysanthemums are standing tall, and two small birds are flying nearby. The chrysanthemums blooming in mid-air are in full bloom in the sun, smart and beautiful. The fresh scent of nature is blowing in your face. The bird is leisurely and comfortable, as if enjoying this hard-won beauty, and the leisurely posture of the bird is vividly presented.

The whole painting is clear and dense, revealing the ingenuity of Ma Qibo's layout conception, exquisite and delicate brush and ink skills, outlining a graceful and elegant atmosphere, making the painting full of charm. In particular, his kung fu is very good. The extension of the dots constitutes the texture of the stem, and the side of the line is obliquely out, outlining the delicate veins of the chrysanthemum, which is enough to show his comprehension and cognitive whipping.

For a while, the scene was terrifyingly silent, and all the readers present were dumbfounded, even if a needle fell on the ground, they were afraid that they could hear the sound.

"Didn't you say there's another painting? Take it out and take a look! A voice broke the silence.

"Yes, take out that one!" Someone chimed in.

However, more readers are silently watching.

"Hmph, these people are really thieves!" Liu Daxia looked at this scene and snorted coldly angrily.

"Don't blame them, anyone has a fluke mentality, not to mention, they want to find a weakness through that painting, so as to hit Qibo and find a balance. After all, it is really unbearable for an outsider to compare a Jingshi scholar! It's just that this time they are afraid that it will be in vain, and that painting is even more shocking than this one! Ming Zhongxin said with a smile.

Wu Gezhu motioned, and Li Yuliang raised another painting above his head to show everyone.

But I saw that another picture of flowers, birds and chrysanthemums was displayed in front of people.

It's just that this painting is only a few thin line outlines, but the whole is more concise and neat, and the bird's agility is presented in the eyes between a few strokes, as if the bird's vigilance is expressed, which is unforgettable at first sight. What is particularly rare is that he uses bright colors, clear style, unique taste, and a flower and grass also give vitality, and the smart birds in the sky reflect each other, the image is touching.

This one is even more angry than the previous one.

For a while, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Look, I'll just say it! They're stealing chickens and rice! Ming Zhongxin's tone was full of schadenfreude.

"Just do it!" Although Liu Daxia recognized it in his heart, he would not admit it on his lips, and sneered.

Ming Zhongxin tilted his head to look at Liu Daxia, smiled and stopped talking.

This kid is really annoying, and he doesn't want to lose at all! Liu Daxia sighed in his heart, he didn't want to refute himself, so he was angry with himself with his expression, it was really, alas!

"Ladies and gentlemen, this game is won by Ma Qibo, I don't know if you have any objections to this?" Wu Pavilion Lord asked everyone.

"This?" A group of scholars looked at each other, having nothing to say, after all, everyone else had admitted defeat, could it be that they and others denied it in vain? They can't do such a tasteless thing.

Lord Wu looked around, saw that no one had any objections, and announced with a smile, "Since everyone has no objections, then this painting competition will be won by Ma Qibo of the Ming family!" ”

Everyone in the audience sighed lightly and acquiesced to this result.

"Okay, what are we competing, please make it clear!"

Everyone in the audience looked at the three twelve or thirteen-year-old students on the stage, speechless for a while, do they really want to compete with these little children on stage? It's disgraceful to win, and it's a shame to lose if you lose! I want to retreat, but I can't get over my face, after all, it is a matter of the face of the Jingshi scholars, and retreating without a fight will also increase the laughing stock! Moreover, this competition was proposed by myself and others, and others responded to the battle, but they retreated from the battle, so it would be easy to say!

For a while, everyone fell into a dilemma.

"Old Liu, what do they say?" Ming Zhongxin asked with a smile.

Liu Daxia looked at the scholars, and his heart was both annoyed and angry, although these people could not represent the Jingshi scholars, but they came in the name of the Jingshi scholars, so to speak, now even if they don't represent, they have to represent, alas, these rotten Confucians! It's really not enough to succeed and more to lose!

Liu Daxia smiled bitterly and did not answer.

Ming Zhongxin didn't care too much, turned his head and looked at these readers with a smile, and secretly said in his heart, if he continues like this, he will lose all his face!

The lord of Wu Pavilion looked around complacently, with joy in his heart, this competition is really a bad breath, you know, these days these Jingshi scholars have forced him not lightly, that arrogance, I really want to think about it, now you don't jump!

You have learned the skills of my young owner! Even if you send a few apprentices, you will be beaten to the point that you can't find the north, which is great! Do you want to add another fire?

Pavilion Master Wu thought.

"Guys, are you comparable?" The Lord of Wu Pavilion looked around, looking forward to his self-pride, and couldn't help but feel a burst of pride in his heart, look, my young master only sent a few disciples to compare the scholars of the entire Jingshi, it is better to add another fire, and by the way, make a name for his own young owner again! He made up his mind in his heart.

"If you can't decide, it's better for us to throw bricks and lead the way first!" As he spoke, Wu Ge Master bowed to Ma Qibo and said, "Mr. Ma, why don't you let Deming write a poem on your painting, what do you think?" ”

"It's good!" Ma Qibo would not disagree.

Ming Zhongxin in the audience changed his face, and secretly screamed in his heart, it's bad! However, it is too late to stop it at this time!

"Deming, come on!" Wu Pavilion Lord said to Zhao Deming.

Zhao Deming looked at Pavilion Master Wu with a shy face, a little embarrassed.

Pavilion Master Wu stepped forward and whispered in Zhao Deming's ear, "Don't you want to make a name for yourself?" ”

When Zhao Deming heard this, his eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded firmly, you must know that Ming Zhongxin has established unprecedented prestige through several events among their students, so to speak, as long as it is beneficial to Ming Zhongxin, they will charge forward without hesitation, so when they hear it, they are eager to try.

And everyone in the audience also wanted to see what was special about Zhao Deming's calligraphy, so they no longer stopped it.

I saw Zhao Deming step forward, come to the table, take a deep breath, calm his mind, and close his eyes and concentrate. Li Tianyi stepped forward to polish ink for him.

"Pretending!" Some people below couldn't get used to Zhao Deming being like this, and muttered in a low voice.

"No, this is the essence of calligraphy, only by calming down can we go deep into the artistic conception of calligraphy and write the true taste of calligraphy!" Someone next to him reminded.

The man who had muttered before blushed.

Suddenly, Zhao Deming opened his eyes, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he lifted his pen with a stroke.

Ma Qibo, who was next to him, had bright eyes and nodded frequently, obviously, he was very appreciative of Zhao Deming's poetry and calligraphy.

"Do you need to pretend to be like this?" Someone in the audience was unhappy. Obviously, he thinks that Ma Qibo is selling himself and boasting.