"I see, by the way, Ruyue, Ruyan, my parents know that you have come to Kyoto, and they are also very happy, so I must invite you to have a meal together tonight. Liu Hao said to the two sisters, but his eyes always fell on Yan Ruyue alone.

"Well, we haven't seen my uncle and aunt for a long time. Yan Ruyue hadn't answered yet, so Yan Ruyan agreed for her sister.

"Great, I'll tell them the good news, and they'll be happy. Liu Hao immediately said excitedly.

Yan Ruyue originally wanted to find a reason to shirk it, but she didn't expect her sister to agree in one bite, so she had to glare at her sister, and she had to reluctantly agree.

After Liu Hao left, Yan Ruyue pinched her sister's arm and said, "Dead girl, how did you promise him." ”

"Sister, I can't figure it out, what's wrong with Liu Hao, tall and handsome, you want to be rich and good-looking, you have to keep a certain distance from him every time. Sister Yan Ruyan muttered.

"You don't understand, I didn't call him at all, and you don't know, his parents have been trying to match the two of us, and this time they went to dinner, they will misunderstand. Yan Ruyue said with a headache.

"Sister, you don't want such a good man, I really don't know what you think. Yan Ruyan shook her head, looking like she was eating inside and out, only helping Liu Hao and not helping her.

"He's so good, why don't you marry him. Yan Ruyue said angrily.

"Do you think I don't want to, but Brother Liu Hao, he only likes you, and he doesn't like me, if he likes me, I would have promised him a long time ago. Yan Ruyan said with a look.

"I can't stand you, okay, let's stop talking, so as not to disturb everyone's painting. "Yan Ruyue really has no way to take her.

Her sister and her completion are two different personalities, she is more introverted, and her sister Ruyan is more lively and active, and has no patience, even her teacher Chen Hongyi has said that it is estimated that her parents have inherited all the artistic genes on her body, and all the lively and active have been passed on to her sister.

For Yan Ruyue, there is nothing to look at at all about these painters on the scene, her teacher was originally the top Taishan Beidou in the Chinese painting world, and her student, she is even more young and has amazing painting skills, and is known as a talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River, coupled with her unique beauty, I don't know that she is the goddess in the minds of many literary and artistic youths.

At this time, the people who participated in the painting competition were all engrossed in painting, only one guy held a brush in his hand for a long time, and the drawing paper was still blank, as if he didn't know where to start, so Yan Ruyue couldn't help but shake her head, just this kind of technique, she dared to participate in the competition, and she was not afraid of jokes.

And this guy who can't write is Ye Wudao, he doesn't know how to draw, it's not that he is modest, but he really hasn't learned to paint systematically, if he used a wooden root branch to draw two small brain axes on the sand when he was a child, then he really can.

Not only Yan Ruyue found out about this situation, but other people, including those who were participating in the competition, also found out about this situation, and they all cast an extremely disdainful look at Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao originally thought of just scribbling a few strokes on the drawing paper, anyway, he didn't really come to participate in the competition, but when he wanted to put down the pen, the painting that the old man showed him back then came to mind.

There is a bitter sea in the painting, the bitter sea is rippling, and there is a green lotus floating on it, and there is a long-haired woman on the green lotus, the woman is holding a sword in her hand, and she is carrying her body on her back.

Ye Wudao never knew who the woman in the master's painting was, but he knew that the master would often look at this painting in a daze, especially on the night of the full moon, he would hold the painting alone and sit outside all night without sleeping.

However, at that time, Ye Wudao was still young, and he didn't know anything about love, nor could he understand the artistic conception in the painting, but now Ye Wudao seems to vaguely understand that it should be because the master is missing the woman in the painting, so Ye Wudao guessed that maybe the woman in the painting was the love of the master's life.

However, Ye Wudao didn't have the ability to copy that painting, and he knew that he couldn't copy it, but maybe he could paint one of the furs he had learned from Master's painting.

But what do you want to draw? Ye Wudao's mind was blank, so he didn't pick up the pen for a long time, and half of the time between an hour had passed, some of them were fast, and they had even finished drawing, and Ye Wudao was the only one in the audience, and the painting paper was still blank.

A drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen onto the white paper, making a faint sound, and the ink seeped off the white paper like a blooming flower.

But Ye Wudao didn't seem to see it, and he didn't feel anything, because he had entered a dazzling realm at the moment, and he didn't know anything about what was happening in the outside world.

If there is a master of cultivation here at this moment, maybe you will be able to detect that there is a mysterious aura on Ye Wudao's body, as if you obviously see Ye Wudao sitting here, but in the induction of the martial artist, Ye Wudao does not exist, as if there is no existence of him at all.

There are still five minutes left before the one-hour competition, and at this time, basically all the participants in the competition have finished drawing, and those who have not finished painting are also nervously doing the finishing work, but Ye Wudao is still standing still.

Even those who still have one-ten-thousandth expectation of him are probably already disappointed, and now there are only five minutes left, what can they still draw? It seems that this person is not pretending to be paralyzed, but a stupid pen.

But at this time, Ye Wudao moved, the brush in his hand fell, and it fell where the ink dripped before, if someone was paying attention to Ye Wudao at this moment, they would find that Ye Wudao's eyes were closed at all, and he had never opened his eyes at all.

When the time was over for a second, the pen in Ye Wudao's hand suddenly stopped, and his eyes opened, only to see an ink lotus flower appear on the white paper, and there was nothing else besides this, but Ye Wudao put the pen down with satisfaction, which is also his greatest copy of that lotus flower so far, as for the others, he has no ability to copy them.

(End of chapter)