Huadu Superb Mad Doctor

Chapter 446 Sword-Shaped Diagram

After a slight pause, Ye Xiao said slowly: "A young man listens to Yuge upstairs, the red candles are dimmed, and a mature man listens to Yu in a boat, Jiang Kuoyun is low, what is the next sentence?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xu's eyes lit up first, and then he walked back and forth quickly. He vaguely remembered this line of poetry, as if he had heard and read it somewhere.

But now I can't remember anything.

Angrily, he kept patting himself on the head, and finally he could only look at Ye Xiao helplessly: "I forgot, you win this game!"

"Duanyan is called West Wind, and now I'm listening to the rain under the monk's furnace, and there are stars on my temples, and the joys and sorrows are always merciless!" Ye Xiao glanced at Jiang Xu: "This is the three geniuses? So forgetful!"

Jiang Xu's face trembled when he heard the words, and he was so angry that the onlookers also looked at each other in blank dismay. Unexpectedly, Jiang Xu lost in the first round.

It's luck, maybe it's a bad state.

"I'll come first and chant a poem!" Jiang Xu said impatiently, he must find the place again: "The wind and rain can't wash away the scars of the heart, and the vicissitudes of life can't erase the emotional wounds. Don't talk lightly about the ancient times. Only when you are separated can you see the desolation!"

After speaking, he looked at Ye Xiao proudly: "How about it, can you do it?"

Some of the onlookers who understand poetry couldn't help but nodded. This poem corresponds to a neat rhyme, and the parting emotion contained in it is very sad.

This is a good poem that enters the room.

Being able to write such poems at such an age is really considered a genius, and it is enough to blow itself up when it comes to the National Poetry Association.

Ye Xiao smiled slightly and murmured softly, "A wisp of autumn wind wipes away tears, a melody of music and a melody of drunkenness, no matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they will end up being cold, and the sound of the blue rain is waiting for you!"

For some reason, Gao Yue and Gao Lan suddenly felt sad and wanted to cry.

At this time, Ye Xiao's temperament suddenly changed.

It is no longer so aggressive, no longer so arrogant, very melancholy, with blurred eyes, as if missing a lover far away.

Think of the soft voice of answering the phone on the train.

Think of the little pillow that you carry with you.

This is a man who interprets affection in arrogance.

Gao Yue and Gao Lan believed that at this moment, Ye Xiao was the real Ye Xiao.

The room was very quiet, and after a while, everyone exclaimed in admiration, if Jiang Xu's poems were sentimental.

Ye Xiao's poems directly make people cry.

The emotions contained in it are too strong, and Ye Xiao is even better in terms of the neatness of the poems.

So there is no doubt that Ye Xiao won again.

Although Jiang Xu was full of displeasure, he had to admit that he was not as good as Ye Xiao in terms of poetry.

Everyone was amazed, they didn't expect that the number one martial arts genius of the Guwu family, a master of acupuncture and moxibustion, could even write poems, what a ghost.

It is said that he seems to be good at calligraphy, piano, and drag racing.

Is it true that it is omnipotent as rumored.

If yes, what the hell is so perverted.

"I haven't lost yet, I know how to draw ancient paintings, let's compare ancient paintings again!"

Jiang Xu said in a panic.

"Okay, whatever you want!"

Ye Xiao sneered all over his face: "The purpose of his life is to destroy all his pride, and then step on it hard, it's cool!"

Jiang Xu brought seven-color brushes and a blank picture scroll, opened it, flattened it, ground it, and embellished it.

Then take a deep breath and concentrate on drawing.

One stroke, one stroke, one spirit and one painting, all of which are extremely charming!
It can be seen that Jiang Xu is indeed very accomplished in ancient paintings.

Soon Jiang Xu stopped writing, picked up a bottle of wine from the side and took a sip, then sprayed it on the scroll.

The crowd exclaimed.

Jiang Xu's painting is Qingming Rain.

A small river, a flat boat, an old woodcutter, the drizzle, the whole picture scroll looks psychedelic and mysterious, especially the few drops of wine on the picture scroll.

It plays the role of finishing touch, making the whole picture scroll humorous.

There is a feeling of becoming immortal.

"Fuck, Jiang Xu is sure to win this time. I bet, if this scroll is put up for auction, it will definitely be worth tens of millions!"

"Isn't this nonsense? No matter how rubbish the picture scroll of the young master of the Jiang family is, many people will rush to buy it. However, frankly speaking, the level of this painting has definitely reached the level of traditional Chinese painting!"

"666, this painting is really wonderful, it gives me the feeling that the river is really in front of me, this is the realm!"

Ye Xiao smiled slightly, this painting is really good, but it is far from enough to win against him.

Ancient paintings are actually similar to calligraphy, and what is important is the artistic conception contained in them.

Even if the painting is slightly worse, as long as the artistic conception is strong enough, it is a good painting. He doesn't know much about painting, so he can't make a good painting if he wants to.

Because among the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, sculpture and fishing under his control, painting is the least used.

But that doesn't mean he will lose.

Immediately picked up the brush, Ye Qing hurriedly grinded and rolled out the scroll.

Everyone's eyes were burning and they were curious about what Ye Xiao would draw.

Ye Xiao's eyes flickered with a sword light, and he swiped the brush in his hand quickly. The strokes were so heavy that the bristles of the brush were almost completely dented and scattered.

Ink is scattered all over the scroll.

There is a feeling of graffiti.

Everyone was stunned, is this self-defeating?Regardless of the effect of the painting, such heavy brushwork is not as attractive as the painting style brought by the soft brushwork.

The picture scroll at this time gives people a dirty feeling.

Jiang Xu also sneered, this kind of action looks like an amateur at first glance, such a heavy brush stroke and so much ink, it is very likely to seep through the drawing paper, and it is not writing wild grass, stupid.

Immediately, I felt relieved, and finally found the place, this time I will win!
But immediately everyone was stunned, and saw that as the brush danced wildly in Ye Xiao's hands, the ink was swaying, and a sword was being formed.

At the same time, the sword power permeating Ye Xiao's body became more and more powerful and terrifying, and the sword light flickered in his eyes non-stop. He completely defeated this match.

It has become the state of practicing in the wilderness.

Sharp-edged, cold stars radiate.

With the formation of the brush and the sword, a swordsman in linen gradually appeared.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he couldn't see his face or eyes clearly.

The picture scroll is only black and white.

But it is more attractive than Jiang Xu's colorful scrolls.

There is a feeling that one person and one sword can smash everything in Cangxiong, and despise the common people. It is powerful and terrifying, and everyone shudders.

Some people who don't know martial arts vomited blood collectively, and couldn't bear this momentum at all.

All the people looked at Ye Xiao in awe, they were ashamed.

It exploded.

You can kill with just a picture scroll.

To be able to deduce the aura of kendo to such a level, how strong is this understanding of kendo.

How terrifying.

He really has the demeanor of a top swordsman.

laugh!
After the scroll was finished, Ye Xiao stopped writing. No one dared to look directly at him. Ye Xiao said slowly, "This painting is called the sword-shaped picture!"

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