One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 520
"There is a certain possibility." Sun Wukong nodded, if the little king was drawn too strangely, maybe those ministers would explode on the spot.

"It's okay... Generally speaking, it's just some stick figures." Tang Sanzang shook his head and said to himself, based on his understanding of Sha Wanjing, this possibility should be the highest.

On the other side, Xiuli and Lu Tianyu also glanced at each other, and said via voice transmission: "Sister Xiuli, tell me... Feiyu won't paint us ugly too, right?"

"Can it be uglier than last time?" Xiu Li frowned, then shook her head slightly and said, "However, there are so many people in this hall, and there is only one stick of incense left, so she probably won't have time to draw everyone. , so we should be uglier."

"..." Lu Tianyu looked at Xiu Li in a daze, and for the first time found that the usually serious sister Xiu Li was also very talented in telling jokes, but her words were very reasonable, not the ugliest, Only uglier.

Under the attention of everyone, the time for a stick of incense passed quickly, and with the voice of the little king, "It's time!" The two of them also stopped writing one after another, and Yang Feiyu finally wrote two strokes on the paper, as if What word did you write.

Sha Wanjing put the brush aside, looked at the drawing paper in front of her, and nodded with satisfaction, looking full of confidence.

The other half, Yang Feiyu, also had a similar expression, and even raised an eyebrow at Sha Wanjing provocatively.

Everyone's interest was also brought up. Tang Sanzang and the others didn't have much expectations for Sha Wanjing's masterpiece, but they were curious about what Yang Feiyu painted. No matter how they thought it, it couldn't be worse than Sha Wanjing's.

Xiuli and Lu Tianyu also had similar thoughts. They looked past Yang Feiyu and looked at Sha Wanjing. The girl looked at Wen Wen quietly, and she also had a style of writing beforehand. Yang Feiyu's painting is definitely not comparable to Yang Feiyu.

"Bring it up and show me." The little king ordered with a curious look on his face.

Four young eunuchs walked forward quickly, each carrying the paintings on the table and walking forward.

The moment they saw the painting on the table, the expressions on the faces of the little eunuchs were all taken aback, but on this occasion, no one dared to exaggerate and feel the guilt of losing their heads.

However, as the drawing paper was lifted up, the painting that everyone had been waiting for for a long time finally fell into the sight of everyone, but the words of praise and countless words of praise that had been repeated many times in their hearts had already been repeated in their hearts. After Wan Jing and Yang Feiyu's paintings, they both swallowed them abruptly. If they said this, it would be a crime of deceiving the emperor.

There are two paintings, Sha Wanjing's one is full of fiery figures composed of a circle, a cross horizontally and vertically, and a character horoscope. At a glance, there are hundreds of them densely packed. All the people present were drawn in, but... I am afraid that except for the stick figure sitting alone on a small stool in the front, who can be seen as the little king, the others can't tell which one they are at all.

And Yang Feiyu's painting, which everyone is looking forward to, is even worse than Sha Wanjing's. The whole picture is full of extremely abstract waves. A few waves can make the minister who just tidied his clothes full of expectations. They are represented, at least there can be a sense of presence in Sha Wanjing, but it directly becomes the background in Yang Feiyu.

However, apart from the wavy lines, Yang Feiyu also drew Tang Sanzang, his master and his disciples. Of course, this is what Sha Wanjing thought of. She drew a bald head with simple lines, and added a note of 'monk' by the way. , and the others drew two soaring braids on their heads, indicating that they were girls. I need to mention a little bit-the braids have also added notes, otherwise at first glance, they would think it was the collective appearance of the Teletubbies.

Then the two national teachers and the little king sitting on the small stool also added notes, because the number of stick figures drawn is less than that of Sha Wanjing, so a single stick figure looks better than Yang Feiyu's.

The venue suddenly fell into extreme silence, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. Everyone looked at the two paintings in blank dismay, and the atmosphere was very awkward.

"Remarks... Praise." Tang Sanzang stared at Yang Feiyu's painting, was stunned for a while, and then nodded slightly.

"Hey, Wan Jing is a chess match. From this point of view, there will be suspense in this duel." Zhu Tianpeng also nodded, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, full of smiles.

"I didn't expect the painter of the national teacher to be so ingenious..." Luo Xi nodded, wanting to laugh, but holding back.

"Hey, if that's the case, Feiyu seems to have a chance." Xiuli looked at Sha Wanjing's painting, and was a little surprised. She thought it was a duel without any suspense, but after seeing the paintings that both sides showed ...the situation is suddenly reversed.

"That girl...is really confident like a fan." Lu Tianyu also looked at Sha Wanjing with some dumbfounding. Just now, she saw that Sha Wanjing volunteered to come out, and she offered to compare paintings, but now the things she draws are not It was like a child doodling, it was beyond her expectation.

In the eerie silence, the four little eunuchs also brought the two paintings in front of the little king, stood side by side, and showed the two paintings to the little king.

"Master, Third Senior Sister should win, right?" Ao Xiaobai looked up at Tang Sanzang and asked.

"Maybe, maybe, I can't win." Tang Sanzang thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head slightly. If the painting styles of the two are comparable, then Yang Feiyu at least drew some important points, and Sha Wanjing... It's a bit like a head counting game, that is, more than 100 stick figures are drawn.

Everyone quietly looked at the little king on the dragon chair. The final result of this competition was determined by him. It could be said that it all depended on its preferences.

Of course, this rule was agreed by Tang Sanzang himself just now, and relatively speaking, the things drawn by the two are evenly divided. Anyway, the little king subjectively thinks which one is better, which is not too unfair.

The little king put his hands behind his back, looked left and right like a little adult, and finally stood in front of Yang Feiyu's painting, nodded and said: "I think Yang Guoshi's painting is better, so this is Yang Guoshi's win." gone."

The ministers were overjoyed when they heard the words. Although they really didn't want to comment on the so-called painting, the final result still made everyone quite excited. The first game was won by the national teacher, and the next two games were played by the national teacher and the others. Project, it seems that the results of today's three games are self-evident.

(End of this chapter)