In the painting academy, as the second competition began, the scene became quiet again.
Hundreds of artists were painting together, and their traces could be found in every corner of the art academy, and the scene was quite spectacular.
Looking around, I saw that some of the literary cultivators had their eyebrows furrowed, some were waving their pens calmly, some were scratching their heads and scratching their heads...with various expressions. And the onlookers seemed to be wandering the streets admiring the lanterns, and from time to time they were painting.
They were walking behind the painter, but they were careful not to disturb the painter while he was painting. When passing by, they would look curiously at the painter's drawing board, and then they saw different paintings one after another.
Some people chose to paint scenes, which have profound artistic conception; some chose to paint objects, which are lifelike; some chose to paint people, which are bright and moving... Everyone tried their best, and they all wanted to show up in this competition.
In the process of painting, some people seem to be alone in a scene without being disturbed by external objects.
For example, Bai Qianxue stood quietly under the pavilion by the lake, concentrating on painting. Without her saying a word, a group of students from the Painting Road Branch automatically appeared around to protect her.
There are also Xiyinting, and there are many people protecting him, so until now, no one knows what he and Bai Qianxue drew on the drawing boards.
Beside Su Ping'an, Xiao Fuzi also took the initiative to act as a guard, helping him stop waves of Hua Dao students who wanted to get closer to inquire about the news. This caused many students to complain, "Take a look.
What, if he has strength, are you still afraid to see it?!"
"That's right, painting is just for people to see. Even this has to be hidden. It seems like he doesn't have any real ability."
Students from the Painting Academy couldn't get close, so someone tried to use trash talk to interfere with Su Pingan's painting.
When Xiao Fuzi saw this, he couldn't help but became furious, "You people are too despicable. You know clearly that the painter needs to be quiet when painting, but you still come to disturb him. You clearly have bad intentions!"
"What you are saying is just slander. Look at the painters around you. There are people around them watching the painting. How could this be malicious..." the student sneered.
"you……"
Xiao Fuzi couldn't argue, and his face turned red with anger.
At this time, Liu Qingxi stood up, looked at the opponent and said: "Senior brother, although the outcome of the martial arts competition is very important, I think that as a student of the Wen Palace, you must at least understand that winning must be fair.
You must lose gracefully even if you lose; even if you do everything possible to win, it should be used on demon cultivators. But for fellow human beings, you cannot, at least you should not do this. Isn’t it?!"
Liu Qingxi's words could be described as righteous and righteous, which made several Wen Gong students blush with shame on the spot. Then they lowered their heads in shame and turned around to leave.
When Tao Waner next to her heard these words, she couldn't help but give Liu Qingxi a thumbs up, "Sister Qingxi, what you said is so nice!"
Liu Qingxi smiled faintly, but there was a hint of bitterness in her eyes.
She suddenly understood why Su Ping'an agreed to participate in the Wen Palace Competition before. It was because these people in the Wen Palace seemed to have been comfortable for too long and were too proud, so much so that they had lost all the enthusiasm they had when they first founded the Wen Palace.
original intention.
"Now...maybe it's time for them to wake up."
Liu Qingxi murmured in a low voice.
…
While everyone in the Painting Road Branch was concentrating on painting, other places in the Wen Palace were also extremely lively.
In the Qindao branch, bursts of music and piano music continued to sound on the stage, and various musical instruments took turns. Disciples from the Qindao academy and folk cultural cultivators would come on stage to perform, and then light up lamps in public for evaluation.
In the competition, the folk literature cultivators naturally lost more and won less. However, those students from the Qin Dao School of Literature were very graceful and had a very humble attitude. After the competition, they would even take the initiative to point out those folk literature cultivators.
Their deficiencies in performance made many participating writers highly praise them.
Under the ring, Zhou Xiucai, a literary scholar from the Qindao Branch, was a little absent-minded. Although his hands were placed on the piano stand in front of him, his eyes were staring in the direction of the Huadao Branch in a daze.
At this time, Pei Shaoshang, the person in charge of Qindao Branch, suddenly came over. Seeing Zhou Xiucai in a daze, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hey, why are you dazed? Get ready, it's your turn soon."
You’re on stage!”
Zhou Xiucai came back to his senses and said, "Oh, it's nothing. I'm just thinking about the competition at Hua Dao Branch. I don't know what's going on?"
Hearing this, Pei Shaoyang curled up the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have arranged for someone to watch the competition over there. Judging from the news just sent back, Su Sheng Xiaomeng seems to have some ability in speed painting and painting."
There was a draw at the Dao Branch, and now we are competing for the whole painting. I believe it will take a while before we can decide the winner."
Zhou Xiucai lowered his head when he heard this, and then gently slid his hands over the strings, as if caressing the woman he loved.
Pei Shaoshang knew that he had been defeated by Su Pingan before, and he still had knots in his heart, so he encouraged him: "Don't worry, I will leave this opportunity to you. I believe that you will defeat him this time."
, and then avenge the past!"
Hearing this, Zhou Xiucai remained silent, but a light seemed to light up in his eyes.
I must defeat him!
…
At the same time, the Chess Branch.
In front of a square, the open space was filled with Go chess boards.
The students from the Chess Branch were also in front of the chess board, playing chess with the private chess players who had come to participate in the school competition.
However, as the competition progressed, the number of onlookers suddenly became smaller and smaller, because they all gradually gathered in front of a chessboard.
Looking carefully, I saw that the Wen Gong student playing chess on the chessboard was a strong, honest-looking guy, but he looked a little fierce at this moment.
This person is none other than Meng Erhu, a talented chess player from the Chess Branch who possesses the eighth level of scholar cultivation.
Even though Meng Erhu looked tough and not very smart on the surface, once he came into contact with Go, he seemed to be a completely different person.
At that time, the momentum was as aggressive as a tiger descending from the mountain.
Therefore, the folk chess players who played chess with him in every game were almost forced to abandon their pieces and surrender before they reached the middle game. This was also the reason why more and more people surrounded him.
Now everyone is waiting to see who can defeat him.
However, Meng Erhu was a little impatient at this time. After he defeated another opponent, he couldn't help but roared around, "Damn it, why doesn't that Su Sheng Xiaomeng come? I can't wait to kill him."
