Heavenly Star

“This… this… is incredible! ”

“God, I can't believe my eyes. ”

“Amazing! Until today, I didn't know what real painting was. ”

“It's a real painting technique to make a bird completely real! ”

“I want to be a teacher, I want to be a teacher! ”

“Come on, he's Mr. Ye's son. How can he take in your little dean? Besides, you're a little too old. ”

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All sorts of amazing, all sorts of incredible shouts. The level of enthusiasm at this time far exceeds previous praise for the forest tsunami. Such a painting technique is the true divine technique, don't say to see it, they haven't even heard of it.

Looking at that pecked hole, Lin Xiao knew that he had defeated... Ye Wuchen took a few seconds to draw a little blue bug, defeated him to the best of his ability, used ten kinds to make the peak work. His previous confidence and pride had been crushed without a trace. And what he just said was, "Above the art of painting, he also deserves to be arrogant”, which is tantamount to slapping himself hard.

And the hollow that the bluebird pecked was the equivalent of destroying the painting. He couldn't help but sigh and think that if Ye Wuchen had calculated this, his heart plan was too terrible.

He just wouldn't believe that his reckless assumption was actually true. With the level of thoughtfulness of Ye Wuchen. Pay attention to the soft flowers, but how could you fail to notice her silkbird and even clearly perceive its hunger. So when Lin Xiao finished painting "On the Shores of Lake Qingshui", Ye Wuchen sentenced the painting to death.

Together? With him, too!? The Emperor's collection? Favorite fart! Put a hole in it and see if you still have it.

“Admire, admire the Five Bodies into the field. Whether it's painting skills or painting, Lin Xiao is downwind!” Lin Xiao sighed.

Ye Wuchen nodded, accepting it peacefully, and said seriously: "Well, though, your foundation is still good. If you work harder, you may become a master in painting in the future. ”

Lin Xiao: "…”

“Okay, okay! After all, the work of painting has made Tianlong's first talents worship the wind. It seems that I still underestimate you. It's just...” He glanced at the blank drawing board on Ye Wuchen's side and said: “According to the rules I set before, you won and you didn't do anything, so you still lost the first game. ”

As anyone can see, Lin Xiao lost, and he himself has admitted to losing. Ye Wuchen defeated him with the blue worm he painted in the Lin Xiao painting. The blue worm was the painting he painted. But what the emperor said was not inappropriate, if he decided that the painting on his drawing board must prevail, who would dare to refute it?

So the emperor wins whoever he wants. Today, it seems that the Emperor still favours the Lin family, and Ye Wuchen is undefeated.

“Wait a minute.” Ye Wuchen shook his hand and said: "His Majesty has set a time of one minute, which, according to my calculations, does not seem to have lasted a minute. ”

The yellow coat behind the dragonfly follows: “Your Majesty, Mr. Ye is right, there is only one minute left to reach an hour. ”

“Oh? What do you mean? Do you want to spend the rest of the minute doing this?” Dragonfly asked.

“Yes!”

“Good! Then let me open my eyes again and see how you can complete such a big painting in such a short time.” Dragonfly stunned and nodded looking forward to it.

Ye Wuchen turned around and shouted his hands: “Go find your master. ”

The bird circled around him for two weeks before falling in love with the flowers. It's just an animal without rank, but it's spiritual and revenge. It was slightly injured in the impact and then recovered by him, and it was remembered.

The glance walks with the bluebird, it doesn't seem to care at all about the time of the same run. After seeing the flowers softly held the silkbird in his hands, he smiled slightly at her and suddenly panicked and lowered her head, daring not to raise her for half a day.

Ye Wuchen only moved to the drawing board, picked up the brush and ink, and then he closed his eyes and didn't even think about it. He just lit the ink and waved the pen. Changing pen, spotting ink, swinging pen, cheerful, fast hand movement, obviously more than Lin Xiao, arms with unrecognizable shaking white shadow, makes people's eyes confused. Although the creation of his paintings is known to be far beyond the forest tsunami, people still cannot bear to be amazed at the scene. This kind of hand speed requires not only extremely high drawing skills, but also very strong martial arts training.

Ye Wuchen's body station leaned forward, and the position was just right, combined with the windy movement on his hands, making it difficult for the people on the field to see what he was drawing at this time. The only exception was Lin Xiao, who stood next to him. Only his eyes did not fall on the painting, but on Ye Wuchen's hands. Because the content of the painting no longer mattered, by the way and speed of his painting, he knew that he had lost ground.

The ordinary martial arts practitioner's monograph is the right choice. If both are combined, they will lose each other instead, both are lost. Lin Xiao reached the peak of his peers and even complemented each other with his very high talent. For example, if he painted at such a tongue-in-cheek speed, without skill and martial arts, even those who had reached the peak of the gallery would never have been able to do so. Therefore, Lin Xiao has always thought that he has a difficult opponent in painting skills.

Why did he propose to compare to Ye Wuchenwen? Because Wubi won the first two times in a row, at the same time, almost everyone decided that he was still the first. Until now, he didn't know how to defeat, and he was long cut together on his face. After him, Flower Tremor, who wanted to "get him back", also lost to him, and was picked up two heavenly cheaper. Later, in addition to the sword god, even his infallible second grandfather Lin Yan in the kingdom of Tianlong was overwhelmed with defeat in his hands... and he lost somehow, not only losing, but also losing his face, making people watch all the jokes, being humiliated by the shame and disgrace they had never suffered, but also irrefutable.

When did the Lin family ever hold back so much, and in such a short period of time, in front of the emperor, as well as so many privileges, they lost to the only son of the old Ye family.

So, in order to earn some face back, for the first time, he offered to compare it to a human being younger than him, which was intended to frustrate him and save his face, but did not expect him to add a bit of shine, and he became a complete companion.

He regretted that his previous confidence, high spirits had been crushed into thin air, and he had even begun to lose faith in the next contest.

Why did Ye Wuchen have such a high ability... he was younger than himself! And more than a decade before that, the rumors about him were pure and clear “Unable to lift the Sick Son”. Is all this just a deliberate concealment and cover-up by the Ye family? So what's the purpose of this? Why the sudden outbreak today? If the truth is rumoured, and he came back a year after he disappeared, what kind of horrific odds did he encounter this year? Or -- he's totally fake.

He glanced at the face of Ye's door in the distance and secretly rejected this bold assumption.

Look at the title. Who's this painting for? Don't tell me nobody knows and what Tillian Flowers does. Speaking of which, when I was chasing the first little girl I was secretly in love with, it also meant a lot and Tillian flower —— oh, of course it was bought for a precious dime. Turns out the little girl probably didn't understand, but thought the paper was of good quality, so she cut the flowers and played with it.

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