I don’t know who shouted, “Look at His Majesty Tuoba in Xiliang.”

Hearing the movement, Chu Sheng, who was about to paint with both hands, raised his head and looked over there, frowned, "So what about Xiliang?"

Tuoba Kui spread the paper two feet on the ground, and then started to choose pens. He asked for three pen holders to place them on the ground... and then chose ink... and all of them were complete. Some people in the same competition had already started to lay out their colors... and Qin Xuanling never looked up from beginning to end.

Chu Sheng was shocked as he looked at it. Looking at the pen in his hand and the white paper dyed with ink, he suddenly became a little angry... Why did it seem lively? He is still competing!

He hurriedly withdrew his gaze... But not long after, he saw from the corner of his eyes that Tuoba Kui, who had always been gentlemanly, actually took off his shoes and socks in public, stood barefoot on the paper, then squatted down and twisted a pen from the pen holder beside him, and began to draw bit by bit...

"What are you going to do?"

He just stared at Tuoba Kui, watching him squat on the ground seriously, holding his legs in one hand and drawing bit by bit with his pen in the other hand, just like a village man squatting on the ground and looking at his seedlings, like a naughty boy squatting on the ground watching ants fighting... Focusing, serious and relaxing.

The square had already quieted down, but Chu Sheng still couldn't concentrate and looked at Tuoba Kui squatting on the ground from time to time... I don't know why, I just wanted to see him.

Tuoba Kui'an squatted quietly, either holding his legs with one hand, or hanging his hands on the ground, or even holding the pen with both hands...

A hint of surprise flashed through Chu Sheng's heart. Could he even draw with both hands?

Looking at the small and dense patterns on his paper, but for some reason, Chu Sheng felt more and more nervous, as if he was looking forward to the patterns on the paper, but he felt afraid...

The beautiful maids on the side saw that their prince was stunned and hurriedly reminded him, "Prince! Come and paint!"

"..." Chu Sheng immediately came back to his senses, murmured in a low voice, and looked at his drawing paper, with two balls of ink on it, his expression became more and more confused, "What am I going to draw?"

This was better, he withdrew his gaze and woke him up.

There was also the sight that had retracted its sight. He held the pen and looked at Tuoba Kui who was squatting on the aisle. He saw him squatting on the ground, his whole body shrank into a ball. The white paper under his feet and the white robe seemed to be integrated with the heaven and the earth, becoming smaller and smaller. The heaven and earth were so big that he was the only one point...

I was fascinated by the fact that I felt like this?

There was a strange atmosphere in the square, quiet and inexplicably depressing. Yun Xihe sat on the platform, frowned slightly, and looked at Qin Xuanling. Seeing that he had not been affected from beginning to end, he still completed his painting seriously, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiaotao asked nervously, "Princess...what is this doing?"

Yun Xihe shook his head and looked over again. Several great scholars had left the stage and stood closer to Tuoba Kui and watched intently.

Tuoba Kui never stood up, and just hugged his knees and curled up to draw his feet with his feet focused on his feet. There was no such thing as a king of a country. The ink gathered in his pen bit by bit, and the pictures on the paper were presented to everyone... The mountains of clouds and mountains here are covered with mountains, the divine beasts and fairies are looming, and the prosperity and wealthy people over there are all kinds of things.

The paper is getting more and more lively. The people he wrote are only inch long. The feast of the heavenly palace is held, and tens of thousands of taels of gold scales are spread on the earth. The small river flows on the earth. The shepherd boy rides a cow and looks at the willows along the river. The lazy yellow dog on the roadside, and the peddlers in the distance are hawking...

Not far away, I entered another gorgeous palace, and a banquet was held on earth...

It was so lively. The more people watched it, the more they felt it was lively. Even the ears became noisy, and they were chatting and laughing...

Chu Sheng was stunned again with his pen. Why was he here? What was he doing?

With the sound of a gong, this is a reminder, and there is still half an hour left.

Qin Xuanling's writing has not stopped. He used the poem Xihe wrote before at the Spring Flowers Banquet to paint the spring day Chang'an.

There was only a "click" sound in his ear, and there was a sound of a pen falling down. He was indifferent and indulged in his own world. When everyone looked over, they saw that the thick ink stained on Chu Sheng's pen splashed a piece of stain on the white paper, and half of the paintings he had originally made were immediately ruined.

The great scholar looked over and said regretfully, "Ah! It's ruined!"

"What should I do? It's too late."

Everyone couldn't help but look at the unlucky Chu Sheng. His originally gentle face was dull at this time, as if he had lost his soul.

"Your Majesty, you can't paint and you have a chance to write." His beautiful maid hurriedly reminded him.

Chu Sheng came to his senses, looked at his paintings, looked at everyone, and suddenly smiled ghostly, "...what else am I drawing? What are you all drawings?" He looked at Tuoba Kui who was squatting on the ground to draw, and broke the brush in his hand, "I will never paint again in this life!" After that, he shook his sleeves and left!

Is this giving up?

Everyone in the square was stunned, and a sound of discussion immediately sounded, and many people's expressions became complicated. They hesitated, looked down at their paintings, murmured...

What else to draw?

Don't draw anymore!

This situation is wrong. Yun Xihe raised his hand and took off a sachet from his waist, and pulled it away in the direction of the wind...

Everyone felt a coolness coming, and Yun Xihe stood up dignifiedly and solemnly, "The six arts of a gentleman are to cultivate one's own character, not to be competitive and competitive... I advise you not to forget your original intention."

Everyone in the square is gradually becoming clear. Yes, your level is not as good as others, just practice more... You can't never take a pen again just because others paint well, right?

The noise in the square gradually dissipated, and everyone gradually calmed down.

From beginning to end, those who were not affected were Qin Xuanling and Tuoba Kui.

Qin Xuanling just sat upright in front of the desk, and his pen was wielding and splashing ink.

The posture of Tuoba Quina painting is simply unique.

"However, this posture and expression..." A great scholar murmured, "It seems like he has heard it somewhere..."

Hearing another gong, the time came, Tuoba Kui, who was squatting on the ground, jumped up, threw the two pens in his hand, landed them accurately on the pen holder, and shaking the ink dripped on the ground.

Many people in the square were reluctant to leave, and their eyes were looking at the painting of Tuobakui, from the clouds to the earth, from the feast of the heavenly palace to the prosperous streets to the city gates to the increasingly sparse population, until the birds flew in the distant mountains and dense forests, and the sky and earth...

The painting Tuoba Kui has an alternative style and a rare creation method in the world.

So finally someone remembered it,
Chapter completed!