Chapter 2416 Three thousand roads, I will tell her
Full of pride and confidence, Wang Shangdao picked up the pen and started painting.
With two swipes, Wang Shangdao drew a luxurious palace suspended in the high white clouds and blue sky on the rice paper.
The palace is resplendent with carved beams and painted buildings, standing sacredly amidst the layers of clouds and cold smoke.
The palace painted by Wang Shangdao is the realm of gods.
Wang Shangdao put down his pen and explained in a formal manner: "There are three thousand avenues, but I only want one in my heart. My avenue is in the realm of gods."
Wang Shangdao painted the divine realm so beautifully that it looked like a fairyland on earth. Apart from anything else, this painting skill alone made Mr. Ju Hua nod.
"Not bad." Mr. Juhua praised it.
Only strong people can be praised by Mr. Si Ya.
The so-called Siya are the four gentlemen of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, who are the literary masters employed by the Divine Lord of the Divine Realm.
Wang Shangdao walked to the right and walked straight to Mr. Zhushu.
Mr. Zhushu is wearing a white robe, with poems embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs.
"Sir." The king saluted.
"Um."
Mr. Zhushu nodded, raised his hand slightly, and pointed to the poems on the cuffs, "Everything outside the cuffs is inferior, but reading is good. Guess what poems are on the inside of the cuffs, as long as they are related to it."
Wang Shangdao's eyes lit up and he said: "Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles?"
Mr. Zhushu shook his head.
Wang Shangdao hesitated for a moment and then said: "The emperor values heroes and his articles teach you."
Mr. Zhushu kept shaking his head. Wang Shangdao said a lot more, but none of them were appreciated by Mr. Zhushu.
"The time has come." When Wang Shangdao was about to speak, he was interrupted by Mr. Zhushu.
Wang Shangdao walked towards Mr. Lan Qi with his head lowered and his brows lowered, helpless about the end game, and then walked dejectedly to Mr. Mei Qin, finding nothing.
Seeing this, the remaining participants felt unprecedented pressure.
Wang Shangdao's literary and calligraphy skills are well-known within the Four Continents, but he did not expect that he would only be appreciated by a Mr. Ju Hua.
Next, the pilgrims went to Mr. Siya one after another, and the remaining people performed mediocrely.
Under the altar, Wang Yunhe and the head of the Yan family in Nanzhou were sitting at the same table. The head of the Yan family smiled and said, "It's good that the third young master Wang can be appreciated by Mr. Ju Hua."
Wang Yunhe nodded. Indeed, as the head of the Yan family said, Mr. Siya is a master of everyone, and his son has already performed well.
"Master Yan, how do you think Ye Qingge will behave?" Wang Yunhe asked
The head of the Yan family smiled and said: "The literature and ink of the four continents are all taught by the gentlemen in the clan. How can the civilization of the four-star continent compare to the higher planes? It's just that Ye Qingge is indeed talented, and maybe even more talented.
It’s impossible to tell if he has hidden abilities.”
"In the past competitions between North and South Korea, the two continents were competing for each other. I didn't expect that a dark horse would emerge this year." Wang Yunhe said calmly.
The head of the Yan family had a smile on his face, but he looked at Ye Xuanji doubtfully.
He attaches great importance to Ye Xuanji, and also knows some of Ye Xuanji's abilities. What is the reason for Ye Xuanji's frequent show of affection for Ye Qingge?
The people around me all have their own thoughts.
On the other hand, Qingge looked at the so-called Mr. Siya and touched his chin.
cough--
She can still put up a good fight in other matters, but she is really not good at things that require basic skills in writing and calligraphy.
Qing Ge was not too bad at playing the piano because of Feng Qi's relationship. As for the other Sanya, she decided to just do it casually and not force it.
As long as I can get Mr. Machin's appreciation, it won't be a bad result.
But Feng Qi, who was in the spiritual world, suddenly became energetic.
She finally comes into use!
A proud smile appeared on Feng Qi's lips.
"Nanzhou, Ye Xuanji." As soon as Lin Heshan finished speaking, he saw Ye Xuanji walking towards Mr. Juhua.
Ye Xuanji held the pen holder in her hand, pondered for a while, and then drew on the rice paper.
When Ye Xuanji finished the painting, the people around him were sighing and stared at Ye Xuanji's painting in amazement.
Qingge Ben was deep in thought, feeling the strange atmosphere, and immediately looked up.
This look was incredible, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Ye Xuanji drew a person, a person standing in the nine-layered sky, with red clothes and white hair, slender figure, graceful posture, eyes like autumn waves, and a face like a delicate flower, like a woman who is independent from the world.
The immortal in the painting is none other than the Eastern Emperor - Ye Qingge!
"Ye Xuanji, what are you kidding about? Mr. Juhua asked you to use Tao as a painting, so why are you painting Ye Qingge? Are you blaspheming Juhua's honesty?" Seeing this, Wang Shangdao pointed at Ye Xuanji and shouted angrily.
"What does my painting have to do with you?" Ye Xuanji tilted her head and looked at the king indifferently. Her tone was as calm and indifferent as frost.
"Mr. Ju Hua, look at this man, he is unreasonable and disrespectful!" Wang Shangdao looked at Mr. Ju Hua.
Mr. Ju Hua glanced at the person in the painting, then at Qing Ge, and finally his eyes fell on Ye Xuanji and asked: "Why?"
"There are three thousand avenues, I will tell her. Sir, can't you?" Ye Xuanji put away her coldness and regained her composure.
Mr. Ju Hua and Ye Xuanji looked at each other for a long time and smiled, "Okay, okay, the genius of our generation will not perish. It's a great way for me to follow her."
Wang Shangdao wanted to say something more, but when he saw Mr. Juhua praising Ye Xuanji, he had to shut up and remain silent.
Wang Shangdao glanced at Qingge suspiciously, leaned next to Wang Qinghong, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, could this Ye Xuanji be beheaded by Ye Qingge?"
Wang Qinghong thought for a long time and nodded: "It's very possible."
In the spiritual world, Feng Qi kept whispering to himself: "It's over... it's over... another girl who was poisoned."
Qingge: "???"
Qingge looked sideways at Ye Xuanji's back, her eyes trembling slightly.
Before, Qingge only doubted Ye Xuanji's motives, but now, Qingge was really moved by Ye Xuanji's words, "There are three thousand avenues, and I will go to her."
Ye Xuanji left Mr. Siya, and on her way back to where she was, she smiled at Qingge and nodded.
Seeing this, Qing Ge raised her red lips slightly and smiled lazily.
"Xizhou, Bai Liuguang!" Lin Heshan read.
Among the four arts, Bai Liuguang is best at "calligraphy", but like Wang Shangdao and Ye Xuanji, Bai Liuguang could not guess the poem embroidered on the inside of Mr. Zhu Shu's sleeves.
Lin Heshan: "Nanzhou, Yan Liufang."
Yan Liufang walked to Mr. Juhua, bowed, and drew the Eight Diagrams of the Universe with a pen.
Qingge: "..." This is really simple and crude.
Isn't this the Tao...
Seeing this, Mr. Ju Hua rarely smiled, "My painting skills are good, but as for enlightenment, I still lack a little."
Yan Liufang saluted: "Sir, please give me some advice. Please stay with me and learn from me."
Yan Liufang walked towards the other three gentlemen, but the result was nothing surprising.
"Xizhou, Bai Han."
"..."
Next to Bai Liuguang, the aloof and silent young man walked towards the gentlemen.
The young boy drew a picture of heaven and earth, raised his chin, and said softly: "The road under my feet is the way of earth, and the place I am going to is the way of heaven."
Mr. Ju Hua heard what the young boy said and saw that the young boy was really good at painting. Mr. Ju Hua nodded repeatedly and liked the young boy very much: "Very good, very good..."