The master of metaphysics led his whole family to become gods after being read into his mind

However, she had just observed it for a while and found that Mr. Jiusi didn't pay much attention to painting skills. Maybe her painting style would make him right.

Thinking of this, Qi Weier walked onto the stage with a firm gaze, found an inconspicuous corner, and began her creation.

"It's your turn to go up!"

Ji Xiaoyu saw the Jiusi artist starting to cough uncontrollably, fearing that he might not be able to hold on for long, so he quickly pushed Shen Nian onto the stage.

If they don't get up, they will faint and go to the hospital.

The organizer also brought more chairs to facilitate those who want to get on stage, so that everyone can create at the same time to save time.

Everyone is considered orderly in the chaos. Under the supervision of so many judges, they are all painting seriously. After the painting is completed, they will take it to the judges' table for the judges to check.

"Xiao Yu, don't you go up and try?"

Chen Qianyun yawned. The live painting above had been in progress for more than two hours, and she was already tired from watching it.

"I have a master, so I don't need to be a disciple."

Ji Xiaoyu said softly, but her painting master was reincarnated ten years ago.

It was said that he was a contemporary Leonardo da Vinci, but he actually didn't teach her a few lessons. He always told her to paint as she pleased and not to worry about painting skills or anything else.

So she still can't draw realistic style.

Suddenly, she saw Mr. Jiusi stand up with a pale face, walked to Qiao Weier's side, and said with admiration: "What is this lady painting?"

The little girls around saw Mr. Jiusi taking the initiative to ask people who had not finished painting, and they all became very envious.

If you have an unbalanced mentality, if you accidentally make a heavy stroke, the entire painting will be ruined in an instant.

It was not easy for someone with such a peaceful mind to stay any longer. He hugged the painting and left the stage without showing it to the judges.

And Shen Nian was almost disturbed because she was sitting right in front of Qiao Weier.

"Mr. Jiusi, what I paint is my past. When I was sick and hospitalized, I practiced painting every day. Only in painting can I feel that I am still alive."

Qiao Weier smiled shyly, and after filling in the last lines, handed the painting to Jiusi.

In the complete painting, you can clearly see a girl in hospital clothes, holding a sketchpad in her hand to doodle, with a longing smile on her face, but her other hand is still pumping water, and her figure is so thin that it is shocking. Feeling distressed.

The most bizarre thing is that the ceiling of the hospital is red, as if blood has soaked the whole world.

For Mr. Jiusi, who is often hospitalized, this painting can really bring back his memories, but the painting is a bit impatient and his painting skills are average.

But I thought that my time was running out, and I was afraid that I would never be able to find a more suitable apprentice.

"Mr. Jiusi, I've finished the painting too."

Shen Nian also handed his painting to Jiusi with great expectation.

What she painted was a large field of sunflowers, full of vitality and beautifully rendered. It could be seen that she had a good foundation and put a lot of effort into it. Her painting skills were much better than Qiao Weier's.

It just didn't resonate with him.

Jiusi smiled and praised a few words, then changed the subject and said: "Your painting style is very suitable for my old friend, Mr. Chen."

Mr. Chen, who was sitting at the judges' table, had already accepted an apprentice today. In fact, he had no plans to accept any more. But when he saw the suggestive look from Jiusi, he could only stand up with a smile and said to Shen Nian: "The little girl's painting is really good." That’s right, do you want to become your teacher?”

Shen Nian lowered his head in despair and said softly: "I'm here today for Mr. Jiusi. I'm sorry, Mr. Chen."

"It's okay, it's okay. Everyone has their own ambitions. The little girl is still young and she will meet a more suitable person in the future."

Mr. Chen smoothed things over with a pun and sent Shen Nian off the stage.

However, as soon as Shen Nian stepped off the stage holding the drawing board, he immediately started crying.

I'm so sad that I can't help myself. "Silly girl, why are you crying? Isn't it because you didn't get noticed? It's normal that so many people didn't get noticed."

Chen Qianyun found it hard to understand when she saw her crying so sadly.

Ji Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes and saw that the two people on the stage were still chatting happily, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"That's not the case at all."

Shen Nian wiped her tears and said, "That one named Qiao Weier, the painting is so ugly. It's obviously a improvised painting technique. It's just a scene in the hospital that resonates with Mr. Jiusi." Only then will he be favored.”

"I'm just very dissatisfied. If I had known I would draw scenes like that, my paintings would be much prettier than hers, wuwuwu..."

In fact, if he drew better than her, he would lose, and she wouldn't care. She just felt aggrieved that the person was opportunistic and won without a fight.

"The painting resonates with the hospital. Is this Jiusi so simple?"

Ji Xiaoyu patted Shen Nian on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "Don't cry, let me show you my sister."

"Yeah! Cousin, come up quickly. If you go to paint, you will definitely beat up those scumbags!"

In the old house, Shen Nian had seen Ji Xiaoyu paint before. Although his style was quite special, his painting skills were really impressive.

If she lost to her cousin, she would be convinced.

"Xiao Yu, if you also draw hospitals, you must be better than Qiao Weier."

Chen Qianyun quickly suggested.

"Don't worry, I know what to draw."

Ji Xiaoyu borrowed Shen Nian's drawing board and brushes, and she carried them on stage.

As soon as I sat down, I heard soft chatting over there.

Jiusi: "Are all the nurses you meet such bad attitudes?"

Qiao Weier: "Well, not only did he yell, but he also often ignored the needs of the patients. During that time, not only did he have to endure the pain, but he also suffered from the nurses."

Jiusi: "So are you cured now?"

Qiao Weier: "Mr. Jiusi, to tell you the truth, I still have many scars on my body, and some of them may never heal in my lifetime."

Jiusi: "That's really pitiful. Ahem, your painting skills still need more practice. I'll recommend Painter Liu to you."

Qi Weier: "What? Does Mr. Jiusi look down on me?"

Jiusi: "Ahem...No, it's just not very suitable."

Qi Weier: "I know my painting skills are not very good, but I can learn and practice them. I thought I had similar experiences with Mr. Jiusi, and we had such a good conversation that Mr. Jiusi has considered letting me be his apprentice." Well, I didn’t expect it to be all joy.”

Jiusi: "Cough cough...cough cough..."

In fact, Jiusi originally wanted to make do with it, but the more he talked with this girl, the more he felt that she was ambitious and thoughtful, so he changed his mind temporarily.

He was so tired talking to this girl that he felt as if he had failed her. The emotional Mr. Jiusi coughed violently, tremblingly, he took out a white handkerchief from his arms and covered his mouth.

When he took it away again, as expected, a pool of red blood appeared on it.

"Ah, Mr. Jiusi, you are coughing up blood!"

Qiao Weier exclaimed, frightening several little girls around who were painting to drop their brushes instantly, destroying several paintings that were about to be created.

(End of this chapter)