As always, it's like the first round of speed drawing.
After Su Pingan's painting was placed on the holy table, there was only a slight glow on the table, but the stars were not condensed for a long time.
There was a reaction, but no score was given. It was as if the sage at the painting table was still observing the painting, or thinking about how to give Su Pingan a score.
It’s not that realistic painting style doesn’t exist in this world, it’s just that few people can be realistic to this extent.
Bai Qianxue's paintings can actually be regarded as realism. She painted a corner of Daming Mansion in detail, but in this corner, she slightly added her own understanding.
For example, houses, figures, landscapes... these are all realistic paintings, and they seem to be imitating Su Pingan's painting methods.
But in terms of the expressions of the characters, she is a bit more freehand. Everyone's face is filled with relaxation, happiness and smiles, as if they are satisfied and hopeful about life, which is a bit too idealistic.
Although Damingfu is a prosperous and prosperous place, the faces of some ordinary workers and farmers will never be relaxed. They are busy with life every day, and no one can say that they are truly happy.
Therefore, her paintings can be considered freehand style.
Let's talk about Su Pingan, his paintings completely describe the real life in Qingyun County, whether it is houses, buildings, characters, expressions or actions... they are all in a unified style, and they are in whatever state they should be.
Some students even saw this painting and said that the environment in Qingyun County was poor and poor, but this didn't prove from the side that Su Pingan's painting was very real?!
This is why the Holy Table hesitated.
"What happened to the Holy Table? Why didn't it give out results for so long?"
"Is it because the seniors inside are tired of appraising paintings?"
"That's nonsense... I think there is something mysterious about this Su Sheng Xiaomeng painting, it's hard to judge!"
"What's so hard to judge? Look at his painting, it's not as beautiful as Senior Sister Bai's painting!"
"That's what the painting says, but don't you think Su Sheng Xiaomeng's painting actually looks quite comfortable? Although it's not beautiful, it gives people a very kind and real feeling!"
"Yes, I feel the same way. Before I came to Wen Gong, I lived in a small county town. The environment there was similar to the environment in Su Sheng's Xiaomeng paintings, so I felt very friendly when I looked at this painting!"
In the crowd, many students who originally dismissed Su Pingan's paintings gradually found some resonance in the paintings, so the voices mocking Su Pingan gradually became quieter.
But there are also some stubborn students who still say contemptuously: "I don't care whether his paintings are real or not, anyway, I just think his paintings are not as good as Senior Sister Bai's. The fact that the Holy Table has not responded now proves this..."
The voices of everyone's discussion were not muffled, so others could hear it clearly.
"What the hell is going on? Why haven't you given the results yet?"
Behind the crowd, Tao Waner felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and inevitably became nervous.
Liu Qingxi also pursed her lips, her brows almost knitted into a knot, and she felt very nervous.
"Geez, what on earth is going on with this holy table? Are you trying to play tricks on me at the last moment?"
Su Ping'an saw that there was no movement on the table for a long time, and his palms were sweating nervously.
He had talked so much about the painting before he came, but now it would be too embarrassing if he didn't get any results at all.
Xiyinting and Bai Qianxue were also staring at the painting table, with a hint of solemnity in their expressions.
The white light of the Holy Table painting is still shining, but not a single star has come out. In other words, no sage has been able to give a verdict so far.
Just as the discussions around him became more and more intense, a moment later, with a 'swish' sound, the first star finally condensed on the holy table.
The stars are shining, extremely dazzling!
Seeing this scene, Xiao Fuzi couldn't help but get excited, "Look, it's light, it's finally light..."
Bai Hao was also excited, "Let me just say, no matter how good Ping An's paintings are, he won't even get one star. His quick paintings will give him five stars!"
Luo Feng didn't speak, but a smile appeared on his face and he nodded.
After the first star on the Holy Table lit up, the starlight stopped condensing again, as if the sages inside were lost in thought again.
This made everyone anxiously waiting.
After a long time, the white light flickered intermittently, and the light flickered on and off, as if the sages inside were intensely discussing how to give the score of this painting.
People outside looked nervous and uneasy, fearing that the painting appraisal would end here.
"I wonder, whether it's life or death, can you just be more direct..."
Su Pingan was also a little impatient with waiting.
He now has an illusion, as if someone is holding a knife to his neck, and the blade is gesticulating in front of his eyes. It feels like he is about to stab himself to death, but he is reluctant to use the knife. It is simply torture.
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Finally, the holy table seemed to hear Su Ping'an's voice, swish, swish... stars suddenly sprung up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and quickly condensed above the painting table. The speed was so fast that it caught people off guard.
In the blink of an eye, the stars above the painting table were like a small nebula, densely packed together.
The people around were startled by this sudden outburst, and then some people hurriedly started counting.
Hearing this sound, the surrounding area suddenly exploded!
"What, you're almost twenty?"
"Isn't this equal to Senior Sister Bai's results?"
"This stamina is too cruel!"
"The white light is still flashing. Is it possible that this guy can't break through twenty stars? Is that the quality of Wenzong?!"
After everyone reacted, their expressions became more and more horrified.
The quality of Wenzong, this is the evaluation that many Wen Gong students dream of. This means that as long as you work hard and don't give up, the lowest achievement in the future will be the realm of Wen Zong.
Even Wen Gong will pay more attention to such potential.
But now, a literary cultivator outside the Wen Palace actually appeared, and this person turned out to be a 'Su Sheng Xiaomeng', which made many students unable to accept it.
"How can this be……"
Xiyinting's face quickly darkened when he saw Su Pingan's results.
Nineteen stars.
A full five more than him!
Although the gap seemed small, the invisible gap was like a chasm, lying in front of him.
That is the gap between talent and qualifications!
He can accept that he is not as good as Bai Qianxue, but he will never accept that he is not as good as Su Pingan.
Because his pride won’t allow it!
But the next moment, his pride was quickly stepped on the ground by Su Ping'an and crushed to pieces, because under the attention of everyone, the shining white light flickered for a while, and finally with a 'pop' sound, it was like an explosion.
The fireworks started, and a star suddenly condensed over the table...