One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 519

"Tianyu...Are you sure I'm painting the portrait of the Patriarch..." Yang Feiyu had an uncomfortable expression on her face, coughed lightly and said, "Actually, I'm painting you two."

Lu Tianyu's and Xiuli's expressions froze at the same time, remembering that Yang Feiyu suddenly started painting with great interest a while ago, and asked the two of them to go there together after the painting was finished, although it was hard to see that the painting was two Taoist priests , but the lines on the face are almost blurred together, so we can only roughly guess that it is a certain Taoist patriarch.

However, now Yang Feiyu actually said that she drew the two of them. Thinking of those two paintings that looked like children's graffiti, the muscles on their faces twitched a few times, and they almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

"What's the matter? Don't you look like it?" Yang Feiyu looked at the expressions on the faces of the two, and asked a little puzzled.

"It's quite similar." Lu Tianyu nodded, and the corners of his mouth moved, afraid that he couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, then it's up to you to play the first game. Anyway, there are two more games." Xiuli also nodded. When it comes to Huahua, she and Lu Tianyu are even worse. It was Yang Feiyu who was stronger, and if one were to find a taller one among the short ones, Yang Feiyu would have to play.

"Competition painting? It seems that these monks from Tang Dynasty only have this kind of means."

"Isn't it? What's the comparison with painting? Besides, Master Guoshi knows everything. Even painting is definitely not comparable to ordinary people like them."

"That's right, it's my good fortune to be able to see Master Guoshi's handwriting today. I haven't seen it for so many years."

When the ministers heard the content of the first competition, they also started discussing one after another, most of what they said was to belittle Tang Sanzang and his party, and to praise the three national teachers.

Seeing that the two sides had decided on the first project, the little king also said in unison: "If you want to draw a picture, then draw this hall. The final result will be decided by me. Don't worry, I will carefully choose the best one." , as the winner."

"Okay, then follow His Majesty's words." Sha Wanjing nodded, and glanced at the civil and military officials in the hall. Although she found it difficult, this kind of challenging feeling was exactly what she liked.

"I have no objection either." Yang Feiyu nodded, she is still very confident in her own painting, some time ago in her room there are no less than a hundred sheets of drawing paper, and those disciples all praised her, saying that she would take Go back and frame it, and pass it on as a family heirloom forever. These words made her a little ecstatic. Now it's a rare opportunity to show it in front of so many people. Of course, she can't show too weak a disadvantage.

"Master, it seems that we have already lost the first game." Zhu Tianpeng sighed, but there was a smile on his face.

"Well, more or less." Tang Sanzang nodded. He knew Sha Wanjing's painting skills best. He just put one thing there so that she could draw other things. Now there are so many in the hall. Man, wanting to draw it is simply embarrassing her.

Of course, if one didn't know her level and looked at the confident expression on her face, one would have thought that her painting skills were really great.

On the other hand, Yang Feiyu on the other side was also calm and relaxed, without panic at all. It seemed that only people who often paint had such confidence. It seemed that there was no suspense in this competition from the beginning.

"Then let's set a time again. Within the time of a stick of incense, the two of you can draw all the people in the hall. Whoever draws better will win this game." The little king explained the rules again, At the same time, a time limit is added, the time for a stick of incense is very short, even Tang Sanzang is not sure if he wants to draw all the people in the hall, let alone Sha Wanjing, this is for her Undoubtedly, it is hell-level difficulty.

Several young eunuchs quickly brought up the two small tables. Sha Wanjing and Yang Feiyu stood facing each other a foot away, and the others stood on both sides in order not to disturb them. It's too far away to see clearly.

"Okay, let's start!" The little king looked at the two people who were already standing in front of the table and shouted excitedly.

A young eunuch lit a stick of incense, and the two of them picked up their pens at the same time, glanced at each other, and their eyes met in mid-air, as if sparks were sparked when they collided, and there was a vague feeling of being evenly matched.

With two swipes, the two wrote almost at the same time, and then...the two sheets of paper were torn at the same time.

The audience fell silent immediately, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. They did not expect such an opening.

Tang Sanzang slowly turned his head to the side, suddenly a little ashamed, hoping that later Sha Wanjing would not say that he taught her how to draw.

"Change one." Sha Wanjing and Yang Feiyu said at the same time. Looking at each other, they felt more and more that they had met their opponent, and they needed to go all out to defeat this opponent today.

The two punctured drawing papers were replaced with new ones. The two took a deep breath to adjust their mentality, then lowered their heads and began to paint seriously. Everyone watched from a distance, and saw that the two of them were holding brushes like knives, Every painting seems to be very serious, and the expression on his face is even more serious, as if he is doing a very serious and solemn thing.

Infected by this emotion, the whole hall fell silent, and everyone tried to keep still, so as not to affect the two people who were seriously painting. Even the little king stretched his head to see how they were painting. Like, did not speak.

"If she didn't know what she would draw, she would probably have the same expression as them." Tang Sanzang sighed silently in his heart. Sha Wanjing still looked serious when she was serious, and held the pen very well. Good-looking, with a slight movement of the wrist, the brush in his hand seems to be spiritual, just like a master of traditional Chinese painting - just look at the posture.

And Yang Feiyu on the other side was similar, with a solemn expression, holding a brush in his hand, and drawing every stroke with great care, as if he was carving something exquisite.

Everyone poked their heads, wanting to know what kind of painting they drew, but because the edges on both sides of the table were tilted up, everyone's sight was blocked, but seeing the posture of the two of them, their hearts were already full of anticipation. Unconsciously stand up straighter, these two paintings will definitely leave a legendary story, and they may be recorded in it because of this, naturally I want my appearance to be painted better.

"What do you think Wan Jing will draw?" Zhu Tianpeng also stepped on his feet and looked at it twice, curiously asking.

"It should be very beautiful, the third senior sister is amazing, the flowers are really beautiful." Ao Xiaobai said confidently.

"I think... Maybe those people want to beat people after seeing it." Luo Xi analyzed rationally: "And will we be arrested and beheaded because of the third senior sister's painting?"

(End of this chapter)