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Volume Two: The Edge of the Sword Appears Chapter 240: Speed

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    Time passed quickly, and it was already half time.  (Baishuzhai.)

    In the square, some quick talents have finished their works. They blow-dry them carefully, check and appreciate them repeatedly, and after confirming that there are no major problems, they hand in their papers and leave happily.

    It was only half tea time, and half of the seats on the court were empty.

    Under the influence, the remaining talents could not help but speed up, wave their brush strokes, and hurry up to finish.

    There is not much time left. If it is not completed, it will be extremely urgent. If the work cannot be completed in the end, it will be tragic.

    Mei Xuehai¡¯s expression is devoted, her writing is tactful, and her cheeks occasionally reveal a gentle smile.

    This is the smile of victory.

    The painting is full of new ideas, and this work can be regarded as his masterpiece.

    "Spring Warm Peach Blossom Picture", what he painted is the peach blossom, including beauties, talented people, and outing scenes.  As for the idea of ??poetry, I had already developed it in my mind. When the last stroke of the painting was completed, I didn't stop. I quickly inscribed in the blank space with pen and ink, which is the one-word song "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

    The rhetoric and sentences are used to make people look like a bunch of flowers.

    At the end, the seal was sealed and the coffin was sealed.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    I couldn¡¯t help but throw the pen on the ground, and looked around, as if someone could compete with me.

    Calculating the time, there is only a quarter of an hour left, which is just right.

    On the other hand, Guo Nanming also completed the work, but whether due to emotional instability, he used the wrong ink on one of the rocks he painted, causing flaws.  Although I tried my best to make up for it later, I could never fully make up for it, so I could only sigh sadly.

    High-level competitions have very strict requirements. A slight mistake will cause immeasurable and irreparable losses.

    ¡°That¡¯s all, I have already lost the qualification to win the championship anyway.  I have already been mentally prepared for the poor ranking.

    With a wry smile on his face, he saw Mei Xuehai's proud posture and suddenly understood that the other person must have done a very good job in painting, and he might even have done it horizontally.

    "In this way, the title of "the most talented person in the world" is inseparable from ten, and it is already in Mei Xuehai's pocket, and it is truly deserved.

    Suddenly, there was a noise at the entrance outside the venue.

    The judges at the judges' table were closing their eyes and concentrating, but now they raised their heads and shouted: "What's the fuss about?"

    Then I saw a handsome-looking scholar walking in.  It was Ye Junsheng.

    Why is he here?

    Ye Junsheng¡¯s sudden appearance surprised many people present. Then they thought, could it be that he had just woken up?  Look at his pale face, nothing more than that.

    As soon as you wake up.  He rushed to the square immediately, but he was persistent.  But just coming here now, what¡¯s the point?

    There is only a quarter of an hour left.

    The first surprise disappeared in an instant, and Gu Xuezheng's originally upright body couldn't help but sit back.

    "The talent competition does not stipulate arriving late or leaving early. Ye Junsheng's late arrival does not constitute a violation of the rules."  Therefore, the officer in charge of order did not ask.  Instead, come to the entrance and be quiet to the people outside.

    When Ye Junsheng arrived, Ye Junmei naturally accompanied him, joining Li Yifeng and others outside the court.

    Li Yifeng asked: "Miss Ye, is your brother?"

    Ye Junmei replied with some worry: "When I woke up, I heard that the competition was restructured. Today is the final battle, so I have to come and participate no matter what."

    Huang Yuanqi sighed: "It's a pity I didn't come half an hour earlier. Now I can't help myself."

    Come half an hour early and have plenty of time.  There is still a chance to give it a try, but right now, it's too late.

    Li Yifeng's expression changed suddenly, and he suddenly said: "Jun Sheng has always been steady in his work, maybe there is still a chance."

    Huang Yuanqi made a sound, very disapproving.

    Li Yifeng pondered for a moment and said, "Yuan Qi, do you still remember the scene when Jun Sheng was painting with two strokes?"

    "Huh?"

    Huang Yuanqi suddenly remembered: In the past in Jizhou, Ye Junsheng worked hard to practice painting, and he humbly asked them for advice on techniques. At that time, Ye Junsheng showed a kind of juggling brushwork, using two prongs, doing two things at once, and dancing in a dazzling way.

    Using the brush in this way, the painting speed is extremely fast, even too fast, which can easily make people feel careless.

    However, in fact, the level of paintings produced by Ye Junsheng should not be underestimated.

    So, now he can repeat his old skills and paint the work in only a quarter of an hour?

    It¡¯s too mysterious.

    Even if it can be completed, what will the quality level be??The point?

    Hearing what Li Yifeng said, Huang Yuanqi's thoughts suddenly became vivid: Besides, it is a great thing for Ye Junsheng to appear on the court and participate in the competition, and it is even more rare to be able to hand over his work.  As for the level, it is not that important

    In the square, Ye Junsheng came to his own seat and saw the four treasures of the study neatly arranged. He suddenly raised his hand and said, "Can I change the paper to a full size?"

    As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

    Originally, this unit was doing painting, and everyone¡¯s rice paper was four feet wide, which was a medium format. However, Ye Junsheng, who finally arrived, actually asked for a four-foot-wide sheet. What did he want to do?

    The time is almost up, do you still want to paint?

    Even if you are painting, why do you have to use large paper? Doesn¡¯t he know that the larger the paper, the more difficult it is to paint?

    In the competition, the paper selection stipulates that you cannot choose a small paper, which is lower than the standard, but there is no rule that you cannot choose a large paper.  So after a while, a boy brought a four-foot piece of rice paper to Ye Junsheng.

    The whole sheet of paper just covers the entire desk, and pens and ink can only be placed in the corners.

    Ye Junsheng suddenly made another shocking move. He moved the writing desk to another place, spread the rice paper directly on the ground, and spread it out.

    Before everyone could react, Ye Da Xiucai pushed up his sleeves with both hands, leaving his shirt bare. Then he flipped his fingers and held two different pens in each hand.

    Swish!

    The pen tip is very fast, I pick up the paint and start painting.

    ¡°It¡¯s not that the talented people, the pale judges, and the academic and political leaders have never seen this kind of painting method before, it¡¯s just that all they saw were the attire of street performers, so how could it be used here.

    This is the test venue for the competition for the best talent in the world.

    I believe that if Ye Junsheng shook his body at this moment, his eyes would be all over the floor.  However, time is precious and urgent, so there is no time to pay attention to these.

    Swish swish swish!

    After outlining the basic frame lines on the snow-white drawing paper, Ye Junsheng changed his pens so fast that no one could see clearly. The pens of different sizes were switched between his fingers, and the appropriate paints fell on the right places.  of blank space.  The whole movement is smooth and smooth, and it is completed in one go, and it actually has a graceful feeling.

    The hands are waving, the brush strokes are confusing, the legs change with the changes of the strokes, the body is squatting, sitting, bending or standing. It does not look like painting, but like kung fu.

    The brushes were rising and falling, and the paintings were taking turns, which made everyone present look a little straight-eyed, and even had no time to pay attention to what Ye Junsheng was painting.

    "Oh my God, he can draw with five pens with both hands at the same time?"

    "What did I see? He was writing and drawing at the same time?"

    Surprised and inexplicable thoughts made his heart beat wildly, and his little heart was as nervous as a ghost.

    "time up!"

    But the person in charge of the timely response shouted very dutifully.

    Amidst the shouts, Ye Junsheng just threw away the three or four pens in his hand, took out his seal and stamped it.

    Not bad at all!
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