These four short words made everyone fall into silence. These four words were indeed in line with the artistic conception just now. Song Ming's face was gloomy and uncertain. He did not expect Zhang Tao to be so eye-catching. He was so powerful when he came on stage, and he was completely powerless.
resist.
At this time, outside Zhuangyuanfang, a servant had not returned. Wang Hongju was a little angry, but Wang said regretfully, "Father, there is no need to be angry. With such music, everyone will stop here. He is back."
"Tell me? Who wrote it?" Wang Hongju was a little impatient. His biggest goal today was to get to know the prince, but he failed. He has always been worried about it.
"It's Zhang Tao, Mr. Zhang, the song is called High Mountains and Flowing Waters!" the servant replied politely.
"Oh? Is it him? Okay, Jun'er, you shouldn't stay out for a long time. Let's go back home." Wang Hongju said.
Wang Que was reciting the two words Zhang Tao, thinking of the heavy bet he made in front of the prince for Yuemei, thinking of the happy and ecstasy look on Yuemei's face at that moment, thinking of the melodious and shocking sound of the piano just now, Wang Na
A smile appeared on the fat and thin face across the sedan chair, "Thank you for the mountains and rivers, Mr. Zhang. If we are destined, the county would like to have a long talk with you, and I will also pour you a pot of wine. Thank you for today."
A voice given by a confidant."
At this time, in Zhuangyuan Square, Zhang Tao was dressed in white robes like an immortal. He stood calmly and calmly. His demeanor made many women present intoxicated. But Song Ming didn't expect that he would lose a battle like this?
Gu Bin, who was on the side, also secretly scolded Zhang Tao for being pretentious, "Master Song, it's your turn." Zhang Tao's words made Song Ming's face look even more ugly. He didn't expect that Zhang Tao actually had such profound attainments in playing the piano. Although he didn't want to admit it, he
Even a great master would not be able to describe Zhang Tao too well.
Playing the piano by yourself can only sound good but has no charm. However, Zhang Tao's song "Mountains and Flowing Waters" expresses his ambitions and at the same time brings close friends around him. It is like letting people experience a lifetime. With such connotation and agility, how can any other music be comparable? What if he went up to play it?
It's not good to play, so it's better to just admit defeat and be generous...at least people can say that he is not weak.
"Why would a person who is so accomplished at playing the piano apply for a martial arts school? And he is still so young? Is he a monster?" Song Ming said sadly and indignantly.
At this time, the Wang sisters jumped over and said, "Okay, you can play the piano so well without telling us? Remember to play some nice little songs for us at any time in the future. Don't worry, what do you look like? We know how to do it."
You have to pay." The words of the Wang sisters made everyone smile a little. Zhang Tao's piano skills are obvious to everyone, how can they be obtained by paying money? With Zhang Tao's skills, it is more than enough to even go to the Jinluan Palace.
Zhang Tao also didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The Wang sisters always made such mistakes, which made him very embarrassed. "Your Majesty, although these two are the daughters of the county people, they are also the apprentices of the old man from Wushan." Qin Zhen said softly to the ancient king.
Said next to me.
"Oh? I am blind." The ancient king was slightly surprised. Any one of the top ten masters is an extraordinary person. No wonder the ancient king was surprised.
"Master Zhang's piano music was so melodious and melodious that Song Ming was ashamed of himself. If he really played it, wouldn't it destroy the good feelings in everyone's hearts? Since I lost one round, how about I decide the next round?" Song Ming said calmly.
He smiled, but the unwillingness in his eyes was still clearly revealed.
Zhang Tao made a gesture of invitation, then left the guqin. He looked back for the last time, brushing the strings with his right hand, and a hint of piano sound rippled out again. Although it was just an ordinary sound, the beauty of the playing made everyone feel this ordinary sound.
The sound is also like celestial music.
"How about we paint in the next game?" Song Ming brought up one of his best skills. Song Ming was known as a painter at Haoran Academy who was fascinated by painting people and scenes. The students from Haoran Academy in the distance were watching the show. "This is a good show."
It looks like Mr. Song will be able to win this game back." Although Zhang Tao's piano music just shocked everyone, they still have a certain degree of confidence in Song Ming.
Kong Ling smiled faintly, and there was a hint of charm in his expression, "Not necessarily."
"Oh?" Others felt strange about Kong Ling's words, but they didn't say it clearly.
Shiyun was so excited that he could finally see Zhang Tao painting with his own eyes. When he encountered a bamboo forest at that time, Zhang Tao hit the nail on the head and made great progress in his painting skills with just a few words. He even surpassed Song Dynasty, who was known as the first painter of Haoran Academy, just in painting bamboo.
Ming, if Zhang Tao takes action himself, Song Ming will definitely not be his opponent.
Yuemei was slightly worried. Song Ming looked confident. He must have come prepared. He was definitely choosing his strengths. Zhang Tao was probably in danger.
"Okay, then what is the title? People? Objects? Or Scenery?" Zhang Tao remained calm, and his indifferent attitude made Song Ming's heart sink. "Does he also have attainments in painting and playing the piano? How is it possible! How can a person be like this?
He is good at many fields? If it were true, wouldn't he be a monster? Huh, he is just bluffing. Song Ming, you have to calm down, you just need to show your normal strength, and you must not be disrupted."
"The topic is about people. We have to draw everyone in Zhuangyuanfang, including Prince Gu." After saying this, Song Ming clasped his fists.
As soon as the question came out, everyone was stunned. Drawing people is actually very difficult, but drawing living things is definitely more difficult than drawing dead things! Although dead things will change with the seasons and climate, it only costs
Observed over time, the dead objects painted definitely retain their charm.
Whether it is the majesty of the mountains or the vastness of the sea, it can all be described with just a few strokes, but living things are different!
Living things are changing at every stage, so how easy is it to make them lifelike? Only by understanding them from the heart can we achieve extraordinary results, so it is very difficult to draw living things.
"Okay! Then Mr. Song, please!" Zhang Tao said lightly.
At this time, Song Ming and Zhang Tao walked aside and said, "Let's set a time for this competition. It's difficult to draw living things. We must limit the time. Otherwise, it will be bad to keep the prince waiting. Wait until all the sand grains in the hourglass are filled."
Once it's over, it's over. How about about an hour?"
The hourglass on the side was not big, and the bottom was blocked by a small wooden stopper. "Okay!" Zhang Tao was not afraid at all.
"Which classmate can help me sharpen my ink? Thank you Song Ming." Song Ming clasped his fists, and the person who was sharpening the ink was saving time for himself.
Just as Shiyun was about to step forward, Yuemei came to Zhang Tao in advance and said, "Can I grind the ink for you?" Yuemei took the lead and made Shiyun stunned, with a trace of sadness appearing on her beautiful face.
"Okay!" Zhang Tao smiled slightly.
Song Ming on the side and Gu Bin in the distance both had livid faces. Even if this kid is facing such a competition, he still has to be pretty? What a blessing!
The ancient king looked at Yuemei meaningfully, without saying a word. The fragrance surrounded him, and the sound of grinding ink slowly sounded like eternal love, faintly surrounding the air.
Song Ming took a deep breath, and then began to observe the people around him. The person who helped him polish the ink was also someone from Haoran Academy. Zhang Tao was also observing like Song Ming!
During the whole meal, neither of them started to write, and the surroundings were silent. No one wanted to disturb. Suddenly, Song Ming started to write! The brush in his hand first roughly sketched, which is also the so-called confident! Song Ming's observation just now has already completed the outline.
Everything around you is clearly understood, so there is no pause when writing.
See it in your heart! Slowly draw everything in your heart. This is a perfect painting! Because the picture in your heart is always perfect and without flaws.
But Zhang Tao didn't move at all, just slowly observing, bit by bit, bit by bit, as if he didn't miss people's fluttering hair.
You know, there are quite a few people in Zhuangyuanfang. One hour is already a bit tight, but Zhang Tao is still wasting time.
"Hmph, just pretend. When I put this painting in front of you later, I can slowly appreciate the decadence of your failure." Since he wants to paint people, of course Zhang Tao also has to paint them, Song Ming
The pen in his hand did not stop, and many people were sketched out, either surprised, curious, happy, excited, or irritated! Everyone's expressions jumped up, and some women in the distance,
Whether it's a slight application of powder, or a shy starry eye, or a beautiful face and smile, every detail has been spared.
Half an hour has passed... The painting in front of Song Ming has been completed more than half. Song Ming, who is sure of winning, looked at his opponent, but Zhang Tao was still observing unhurriedly at this time, and the people around him were concerned about Zhang Tao.
Instead, the people broke into a cold sweat for Zhang Tao.
"What is this guy doing again?" Sun Yueqing looked at Zhang Tao anxiously.
Shiyun's beautiful eyes were also slightly worried, but her eyebrows were not there, she was just lightly rubbing the ink, her delicate jade hands kept turning, and there was an intoxicating and charming smile on her lips.
Suddenly, Zhang Tao slapped the table with his right palm, and the brush rose into the air, but the ink did not spill out at all. Can you imagine how powerful such force control is?
In the distance, Gu Bin's pupils shrank, and he secretly hated himself. He had trained hard to become a sixth-level martial artist at such an age, but this Zhang Tao was just better than him, but he actually had such a talent in literature. This...
.How can this be tolerated?
"Is it finally time to start? This guy always makes people worry, can he finish it?" Sun Yueqing was slightly worried, her hands seemed to be praying, while Dong Wudao looked on, just sighed deeply, and then cast his gaze on Zhang Tao, who had already started writing.
"Nine? What kind of senior can cultivate such an amazing and unparalleled hero?"
When Song Ming saw Zhang Tao writing at this time, he sneered, "Isn't it too late?"
While continuing to observe the people around him, he continued to create. Song Ming was already confident, with a smile of victory on his face. He would definitely be able to complete it within half an hour. As for Zhang Tao! Just prepare to leave Haoran Academy.