The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 237
She glanced at the sound and stopped.

High mountains and flowing water, it seems to have been mentioned by someone, and it seems that the idea of ​​going there has once arisen.

Over there, the young man surnamed Dai is still boasting: "It must be difficult to find someone to compete with in the capital!"

Immediately, supporters echoed: "Brother Dai is right, those talented people in the capital have nothing but false names!"

"Wait for brother Dai's title on the gold list, calligraphy must be hard to find!"

"Interested in painting?"

"Ah?" She was about to answer, but saw that he was walking towards the crowd with his long legs.

She was in a hurry, this person, wouldn't want to buy that painting, would he?

"So confident?" The voice was neither high nor low, deep and powerful.

The restless students couldn't help but calm down, and turned to look at the person coming.

In his early twenties, he looks good without being frivolous, has a restrained temperament, and has tough eyes with a hint of majesty.

Dai Xiu lowered his face and said, "What do you mean?"

It's not that I haven't encountered someone who smashed the field, but I have never missed a shot because I am serious, talented and practical.

Huangfu Yue picked out a fine brush, dipped it in ink, put it in her nose and sniffed it for a while, then said slowly: "Ting Guimo, good stuff."

"You know what to do." Dai Xiu raised his chin, "Naturally, a good painting needs good ink."

He nodded slightly in agreement: "Can I borrow paper, ink, brush and inkstone?"

"Why, do you want to compete with me in public?" Dai Xiu guessed that it was probably a scholar or a scholar from a nearby town. Seeing his confident appearance, he should also have two brushes, so he provocatively said, "If you lose, you have to agree with me His paintings are world-class works.”

He raised his eyebrows: "Then you won?"

"Win?" Dai Xiu gritted his teeth, "I will give you five boxes of Tinggui ink."

You know, Ting Guimo is not only something you can buy with money, but you can barely get six or seven boxes by entrusting relatives who are officials in the capital. Such a bet is very tempting for literati. .

"Okay." He was noncommittal.

Outside the crowd, Eunuch Yu asked strangely: "There are so many Longxiang Yumo in the study, what do you need Ziting Guimo for?"

Su Yingchun was slightly surprised: "He... really intends to compete with him?"

Eunuch Yu shook his head: "Master, it's not that picky."

The implication is that this scholar surnamed Dai is not qualified to be an opponent.

It also sounded like arrogance, but she subconsciously felt that what Yu Si said was the truth.

Could it be that her husband is not only good at martial arts, but also good at painting?

In the end, who did you marry?
"Then you start, there is still an hour before sunset." Dai Xiu stood aside with folded arms, waiting to watch the show.

What kind of painting can be made in an hour, if it is only a few strokes, how can it be compared.

"No, half an hour is enough." He said lightly.

The crowd suddenly became even more uproarious, their eyes staring straight at the rice paper that had already been written.

He picked the thinnest hair, and his wrist trembled extremely fast, as if he didn't need to think at all.

At first, no one could understand it, but gradually, someone exclaimed:
"This is not freehand brushwork!"

Dai Xiu frowned: "It's really not a freehand technique."

He continued to sketch while answering: "Meticulous painting."

"Meticulous painting? Are you kidding me!" All the students present laughed.

In the name of precision, it is not something that ordinary scholars can control. Now this kid who came out of nowhere actually boasted that he would finish it within half an hour, which is incredible.

After a while, the mocking faces gradually froze.

His painting method is unheard of, and his hand speed has only increased, and each stroke is even and delicate.

(End of this chapter)