Blood rain plum blossoms? What is this?

No one knew what Lu Zhi was talking about.

Lu Zhi trembled, pointed to Zhao Qi's painting excitedly, and said, "Look! “

Everyone looked and saw that the canvas was covered with plum blossoms, and this plum blossom was the blood that Zhao Qishi vomited.

Is there such a magical way to draw in this world? There are people in this world who are willing to hurt their bodies for the sake of a painting?

Everyone was shocked and couldn't help but look at Zhao Qi.

At this moment, Zhao Qi's face is pale, but he is in good spirits, he has been painting for decades, this painting is his pinnacle work, very satisfied.

Lu Zhi sighed: "In the past, I heard that the cadre Mo Ye threw himself into the furnace in order to forge a sword, and I can't wait to witness the demeanor of my predecessors, but today Zhao Qi you paint by example, which is comparable to your ancestors!" "

Zhao Qi smiled faintly and said, "Lord Lu has praised it falsely! "

Song Zhong was very proud, and said to Lu Zhi, Zheng Xuan, and Cui Yan: "Presumably the three adults have made a decision about the victory or defeat!" "

Liu Shan interjected: "Decision? I don't think I've seen my drawings yet! "

Only then did everyone think of Liu Shanlai, and they couldn't help but look at Liu Shan's paintings.

There is only one flower on the canvas, and it is the peony flower.

Looking at this painting, Lu Zhi nodded and said, "Brother Bo is really a great talent, and the disciple has a set, and this peony is a fine product!" "

Zheng Xuan also nodded, saying that Liu Shan's paintings are rare.

Song Zhong sneered: "Liu Shan, your peony may be vivid and delicate, but unfortunately the text is not right, the topic of the competition is a hundred flowers, what is it that you only have one flower!" "

Cui Yan and Song Zhong had a good relationship, and also said: "Liu Shan, you did lose, Zhao Qi's painting is more than a hundred flowers!" "

Liu Shan sneered: "Does the so-called Hundred Flowers Compete stipulate how many flowers to paint?" "

Zheng Xuan shook his head and said, "How can there be such a rule." "

Liu Shan continued to ask: "Isn't your weight heavy on quality?" "

Song Zhong said impatiently: "Liu Shan, you don't want to argue, let me ask you, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, where did you get a hundred flowers?" "

Liu Shan laughed and said: "You are a great Confucian in the world, I really don't know how to be!" "

"You!" Song Zhong rolled his eyes in anger.

Liu Shan ignored him and said to everyone: "The peony is naturally arrogant and is known as the head of a hundred flowers. "

When everyone heard this, they all nodded yes.

Lu Zhi said: "What Liu Shan said is reasonable, reasonable! "

Song Zhong said angrily: "What's the reason, I think it's a strong word, you see that his peony is only black and white, and Zhao Qi's hundred flowers are colorful, who wins and who loses, at a glance!" "

Indeed, Zhao Qi's Hundred Flowers are richer in color.

Liu Shan sneered: "You say that I am unreasonable, I want to say that you are quite unreasonable, you are not blind and start talking nonsense now, I am really worried that if you are blind, how will you be honest!" “

Song Zhong said angrily: "Liu Shan, if you lose, you lose, if you mess around, it will be your teacher Cai Yong's face!" "

At this time, Guo Jia interjected: "As long as you are not really blind, it is clear who wins and who loses!" "

As he spoke, he pointed to Liu Shan's peony picture.

The crowd couldn't help but look over.

How can it be? How is this possible? No one believes their eyes.

I saw that on Liu Shan's peony picture, a flock of butterflies fell on it, as if they landed on real flowers.

Zheng Xuan shouted: "Miracles, miracles! "

Lu Zhi was also excited, and said: "It is the nature of butterflies to pick flowers, Liu Shan's paintings can be fake, and there is no suspense in winning this game!" "

In front of everyone's eyes, Cui Yan could only say, even if he had a good relationship with Song Zhong: "I also think Liu Shan won!" "

Liu Shan looked at Song Zhong and said coldly: "Song Zhong, hurry up, it's still early, I've gouged out my eyes, and I still have time to make you a blind cane before it gets dark." "

"Don't talk about it!"

Cai Yong walked over, he looked at Song Zhong and said, "You and I have known each other for decades, this matter is over!" "

Lu Zhi also persuaded: "Old friends for decades, why bother to come, Zizhong, you better let go of your hatred!" "

Zheng Xuan also persuaded: "It is better to settle the dispute, so forget it!" "

Song Zhong glanced at a few people, and without saying a word, he stretched out his right paw and grabbed his eye socket, and two bloody eyeballs were gouged out.

Song Zhong was very stiff, he didn't hum, he spread out his palms to reveal his terrifying eyes, and said coldly: "Is it okay?" Let's start piano fighting! "

Then, Song Zhong was helped out of the garden by his disciples, and the rest of the people came out.

Guo Jia is a ghost, although it is natural for butterflies to pick flowers, no matter how much Liu Shan paints it, it is fake after all.

He saw everyone coming out of the garden, picked up the ink that Liu Shan used just now and smelled it, and immediately understood.

It turned out that what Liu Shan had just drunk was tea, which was clearly honey water, and the ink milled by honey water naturally had the fragrance of honey on the painting, and the butterflies came smelling the honey.

Guo Jia scolded in his heart, fuck, who said that Liu Shan is a reckless man, I am in a hurry with you, that reckless man has so many eyes.

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