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Chapter 810 Dreams in the world between square inches, I am happy to think twice.

Only the peony is truly national, and the capital moves when the flowers bloom!
Peony has always been the national flower of various countries. Scholars in various countries love peony very much.

Therefore, there have always been legends about the peony flower god. There are scholars who have met the flower god and left good stories.

Wu Daozi, the sage in the painting, painted a gorgeous red peony flower, which is vivid and full of charm, as if it is a real peony, jumping off the paper.

It is a rare masterpiece.

Many people were attracted by Wu Daozi's transformation, carefully observed and learned the techniques.

Yang Chen glanced at it, but didn't step forward to observe and study.

Yang Chen didn't pay much attention to Wu Daozi's technique.

No matter how brilliant Wu Daozi's technique is, it is still at the level of technique, and it is far behind his own.

And I have already reached the point where I am close to the Tao.

"This peony painting is so good, it is rare in the world, and it is worthy of being a master of painting. This time, Wu Daozi will be No. 1 in the competition of painting skills. Who will compete with him?"

"This peony is gorgeous in color and has a deep charm. It has reached the point of being fake. If I put it aside, I would think it was a flower blooming on the table."

"If a peerless famous painting or a peerless famous flower is collected by an expert and warmed up, maybe in the future, this painting will also be able to understand spirituality and practice Taoism from then on."

Everyone has high praise for Wu Daozi's paintings, and it is indeed a miracle, which is rarely seen.

As for Yang Chen, he was ignored by everyone.

In the eyes of everyone, Wu Daozi's painting skills have reached the pinnacle in the world, and there is no one better than him. Even if Yang Chen is a genius in the sky, a sage in the world is useless.

As long as you are a person in the Taoist painting, facing Wu Daozi's peony picture, you can only bow down and admit defeat automatically, you can go all the way.

After Wu Daozi heard this, he smiled brightly. If he could get the Dao No. 1 painting this time, it would surely make him famous all over the world and gain prestige.

Among Confucianism and Taoism, there are many secret methods, and Taoism painting is one of them.

"Everyone is absurd. Now that the heavenly talents of all countries gather here, geniuses come out in large numbers, each with unique skills. I just know a little about Danqing, and I can't talk about being number one. There are still many national talents who have not written. After the comparison, you will know the level."

Wu Daozi said humbly.

Yang Chen nodded, and said, "If you are sincerely humble, you are still a master of painting. If you are pretending to be reserved, your painting skills will stop here."

Wu Daozi's face changed immediately.

Of course Wu Daozi knew Yang Chen, and almost every scholar present knew Yang Chen.

"What Yang Xianggong said is absolutely true!"

Wu Daozi said lightly, a little arrogantly, "Drawing is a journey, which is profound and difficult. I just learned a few graffiti strokes, so it's hard to be elegant."

Yang Chen said, "It's really hard to get into the elegant hall. You have self-knowledge, that's good, and there is still salvation."

Wu Daozi was so angry that he wanted to vomit!
"Also ask Gao Ming for advice!"

The scholars around heard it, and they also complained, "Everyone can speak wild words, but also see the real tricks under the pen. Who do you think you are, and can you be better than the master in the painting?"

Yang Chen nodded, "Of course it is better than his painting. His painting is just at the beginning. He is like a babbling toddler in painting. I have nothing to be proud of. I can beat him with just a few random strokes."

As he spoke, he added a few more strokes to his drawing board, and a majestic steed jumped out of the paper.

Hiss!

With a sound of a horse cry, I saw the energy flow on the paper. The horse came alive from the picture, jumped out suddenly, landed on the ground, turned into a divine horse, with four hooves forming auspicious clouds, galloping across the sky come and go.

It took a long time for this divine horse to return to the picture, lifelike.

"This horse is alive!"

"Painting mountains is mountains, painting water is water, and painting horses can be manifested immediately, just like elves. This kind of painting is almost good luck."

"My life's pursuit is such a realm."

Wu Daozi's eyes were confused, he stretched out his hand, and touched the horse in the picture.

After Yang Chen painted the horse, he didn't stop painting, and immediately drew a picture of peonies on another drawing board.

After painting.

Then I saw the peony swaying in the painting, and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers spread out from the painting.

A peony is in full bloom in the drawing board. It is beautiful and charming, and every petal is shining with crystal light.

"A strange flower, nothing special, just like a real peony, full of vitality."

After Yang Chen finished drawing two paintings, he left without saying anything.

Naturally, he was also number one in the Dao painting competition, getting full marks.

"Master Yang, please accept me as a disciple, I am willing to learn Taoism with Master Yang!"

Seeing Yang Chen who turned to leave, Wu Daozi suddenly came to his senses, immediately started to take down the two paintings, and chased after Yang Chen.

Yang Chen said, "No, I don't have much time to teach you, you'd better explore it yourself."

Wu Daozi said, "Master Yang, no matter what, I will follow you. Only by following you can I comprehend the true way of painting."

Yang Chen waved his hand, "As long as it doesn't affect me, it's up to you."

Turning over and riding the pony king, Yang Chen ran towards the next examination room.

"You, it's you, this table, you pick it up and eat it, scholar, you can't be dishonest."

A student from the Great Zhou Empire grabbed a scholar from the Great Qin Empire who was about to leave, with a loud voice.

The scholars of the Great Qin Empire are about to cry.

Who knew that Yang Chen was so monstrous!

Wu Daozi, the sage in this painting, wanted to worship Yang Chen as his teacher, and the gap can be imagined.

In the ten-athlete competition, Yang Chen rushed all the way. Wherever he passed, people turned their backs on their backs, and there was no place for them to meet. All the people were not Yang Chen's opponents.

Every time the record was broken, every game was a perfect score, which made all the candidates despair.

When it was still early, others had just participated in two or three competitions, while Yang Chen had participated in nine competitions several times.

In every competition, Yang Chen didn't have to put a lot of effort into writing, without thinking about it, obviously he hadn't used his real strength yet. This kind of thing shocked the whole world, and his reputation became louder.

There is one last game left!
Chess!

If it is this game, it can also get the first place, which is a Grand Slam.

And it will be the only grand slam in the history of poetry and poetry in various countries.

There is an ancient poem about the so-called way of chess:

There is no sound and no smoke, and the black and white are mixed with clouds and rain.Concentrating on searching for clever strategies, concentrating on dark circles.There are no boats in the mountains and rivers, and the road turns to the peak and returns to another sky.Dreams in the world between square inches, think twice and settle down.

Arrived in the arena.

Only then did I realize that there are quite a few chess masters, scattered all over the place, standing everywhere.

(End of this chapter)