"Feather has always been very careful." Zhuang Moran said this, and Rousha had no words to refute.

Indeed, Beiling has always been a very careful person among the three of them.

"Tell me the reason." Zhuang Moran took a deep breath, endured the anger in his heart and asked calmly.

Yu Rousha raised her head, looked at Zhuang Moran, and shook her head: "Now is not the time."

"Now is not the time! Yu Rousha, please figure it out!" Mo Ran roared.

"I'm sorry. I really can't tell you this matter now. After the peak meeting, I will tell you the truth. Okay, it's getting very late and I want to rest." Yu Rousha gave the eviction order.

"Yu Rousha! Please don't be so willful!" Zhuang Moran was also angry.

"Please leave." Yu Rousha didn't say much. She raised her hand, opened the door, and pointed outside.

Glancing at the open door, Zhuang Moran waved his sleeves angrily and turned to leave.

Yu Rousha retracted her hand and the door closed automatically again.

She covered her face and lips, slowly squatted down, and fell to the ground. Tears had already flooded her face, and she was sobbing.

"Master..." A white dragon emerged from nowhere and transformed into a human form. It had a soft voice and patted her back with its small hands to express comfort.

"Yu Ye..." Yu Rousha suddenly threw herself into Yu Ye's arms and cried loudly.

Yu Ye was startled and then smiled with relief: "Don't be afraid, Yu Ye is here, I will always protect you. I will always protect you."

Summer nights always pass so quickly, and it's daytime again all of a sudden.

Today is the same as yesterday, there are only two competitions - calligraphy and painting.

These two tests are all about writing skills. For those big families and royal families, these are just daily basic training, so they should be quite interesting.

In this first item, the competition is not about books but paintings

The calligraphy and painting competition of the Fengliu Conference is not an ordinary calligraphy and painting competition. The general calligraphy and painting competition is just about asking people to draw pictures, write inscriptions, poems, ancient poems, or couplets. These are all very common. The Fengliu Conference is very popular.

A grand banquet and grand competition once a year would naturally not be so vague and uninteresting.

Calligraphy and Painting Competitions Calligraphy and painting competitions are naturally related to painting and calligraphy, and the strong smell of ink is indispensable. However, this time, the Haoyue Dynasty was ingenious. The order of calligraphy and painting competitions has reached a position, painting first, then calligraphy, and after completing the painting, participate in the calligraphy competition

The person who finished the painting wrote an inscription and put forward relevant verses based on the content of the painting. Then the audience at the scene made a judgment.

Of course, this painting is not painted on paper but painted in the sky, painted in the air. The paints are naturally paints of various colors, so this will not change. What has changed is the tool for holding the paint, this time it was replaced with

cylinder.

Think about it, on a small stage, eight people from four countries take the stage together. This scene shouldn’t be too spectacular!

Bei Ling sneered at this method of competition, feeling that it was a waste of time and sensationalizing. It had no meaning at all. So, fortunately, she planned to spend the day sleeping.

After Mu Shengtian announced the official start of today's competition, a ceremony official announced the list of participants in the painting competition. Bei Ling was bored and listened, but when he heard the names of the two people, he was slightly surprised.

It only took a few seconds for him to regain his composure.

Wei Yunan of the Huaxia Dynasty, Zhuang Moran of the Haoyue Dynasty, Dongfang Jianyu of the Poquan Dynasty, and Ye Qingning of the Nanshu Dynasty.

Although she and Wei Yunan had been together for three years, their relationship was not deep. In her impression, she was nothing more than a little girl who loved to cry and eat. She had good medical skills but was not popular enough to be feared.

Zhuang Moran, this girl's painting skills are only half-assed. Her paintings can barely be recognized as what they are, so there's nothing terrible about them.

As for the last Ye Qingning, Bei Ling is not familiar with this person. I have only heard some rumors about her. She is the prime minister's legitimate daughter and is very favored. She looks pretty and pretty, and she should be considered Xiaojiabiyu. It is said that she and Rousha are handkerchiefs.

As for the other things, she didn't know much about them and hadn't investigated them carefully.

However, it seems that it shouldn't be a problem for Dongfang Jianyu to beat them.

Just when Beiling was sizing up those people, the game had already started.

Because you are painting in the air, you must use spiritual power to draw paint into the air. This will test the contestants' cohesion and control.

I have to praise it, this test is still somewhat difficult.

On the playing field.

Dongfang Jianyu glanced at Zhuang Moran and said with a mocking voice: "You dare to play even if you are half-assed?"

Zhuang Moran frowned coldly, snorted and ignored him.

"Ha. If you lose badly, don't blame me for being ruthless." Dongfang Jianyu didn't pay attention and continued.

"Hey, don't think that just because your painting is better than mine, you can definitely win. Don't forget, there are two other people besides you and me!"

"They are no longer considered." Dongfang Jianyu said lightly.

Zhuang Moran snorted coldly: "Humph! Wait until you lose!" Then he raised his hand and started painting.

Dongfang Jianyu didn't say anything anymore.

The time spent painting is like a stick of incense.

The time of burning incense passed quickly, and the painting of the four of them was basically completed, and now they only needed to write the poem.

Four people go off and the other four come on.

Mu Qiyu of the Haoyue Dynasty, Yun Xuanling of the Huaxia Dynasty, Mu Senyu of the Poquan Dynasty, and Yu Rousha of the Nanshu Dynasty.

Seeing Yu Rousha, who was the last one to take the stage, Beiling's eyes darkened and she stared at her right hand.

Last night, since it was Beiling who sent Zhuang Moran to inquire, naturally Moran would tell Beiling everything in detail. What happened to Beiling's Natural Way Rousha's hand.

"She can use her left hand."

Beiling was right, Yu Rousha used her left hand.

Judging from her skillful appearance, she must have been practicing for a long time. It seems that the right hand became disabled not this month, but several months ago. It is necessary to ask what happened.

Soon, the poem was completed.

The last thing is voting.

There were a total of eight boxes on the stage this time, four boxes were used for painting competitions, and the other four were used for calligraphy competitions. One thousand, four hundred and thirty people came off the stage one after another, each with a box in their hand.

There are two tickets.

The time to vote is still a stick of incense.

After the last section of incense burning, someone came up to count the votes. This time the people counting the votes were the same as last time, with two people from each country on the stage.

Everyone is waiting for the final votes to come out.

These two games are very crucial. Whether a country can win the first test depends on these two games. Therefore, everyone is very concerned about it.
Chapter completed!