Wang Shangdao was full of pride and confidence, picked up the pen holder and put it into a painting.

With two swishes, Wang Shangdao drew a luxurious palace suspended in the high-altitude white clouds and blue sky on the rice paper.

The palace is magnificent, with carved beams and painted roads standing sacred among the clouds and cold smoke.

The palace painted by King Shangdao is based on the divine realm.

The king put down his pen and explained in a very good manner: "The great way is three thousand, and I only seek one in my heart. My great way is in the divine realm."

The King Shangdao painted the divine realm beautifully, just like a fairyland on earth. Not only did the other persons say that, just because of his painting skills, he asked Mr. Juhua to nod.

"No," Mr. Juhua praised.

Only those who can get the praise of the four "Ya" are powerful people.

The so-called Four Elegances are the four gentlemen, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, and are the masters of literary works and works used by the Divine Realm God Lord.

The king walked to the right and walked straight to Mr. Zhushu.

Mr. Zhushu is wearing a white robe and his cuffs are embroidered with poems and lyrics.

"Sir." The king saluted.

"Um."

Mr. Zhushu nodded, raised his hand slightly, and pointed to the poems on the cuffs, "The outside of the cuffs is inferior, but reading is high. Guess what poems are inside the cuffs, as long as they are related to it."

The king's eyes lit up and said, "Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles?"

Mr. Zhushu shook his head.

The king hesitated for a moment before speaking: "The emperor values ​​heroes, and the article teaches you."

Mr. Zhushu kept shook his head, and Wang Shangdao said a lot, but he was not appreciated by Mr. Zhushu.

"Time is up." Wang Shangdao was interrupted by Mr. Zhushu when he was about to speak.

Wang Shangdao walked towards Mr. Lanqi with his head down and his eyebrows down. He was helpless about the endgame, and walked to Mr. Meiqin in shame, finding nothing.

Seeing this, the rest of the archers felt unprecedented pressure.

Wang Shangdao's literary and mo's strength is still well-known among the four continents. Unexpectedly, he was only appreciated by a chrysanthemum painting master.

Next, Chao Bizhe went to Mr. Siya one after another, and the rest of the people performed mediocrely.

Under the altar, Wang Yunhe sat at the same table with the head of Yan Mansion in Nanzhou. The head of Yan smiled, "It's great that Mr. Wang can be appreciated by Mr. Juhua."

Wang Yunhe nodded. As the head of the Yan family said, Mr. Siya, everyone is a big shot, and his son has performed well.

"Head of Yan, how do you think Ye Qingge will perform?" Wang Yunhe asked

The head of the Yan family smiled and said, "The literature and works of the four continents are all taught by the gentlemen in the Zong Mansion. How can the civilization of the four-star continent be comparable to the higher plane? It's just that Ye Qingge is indeed talented, and perhaps he has hidden skills but can't tell."

"In the past, the two continents of the North and the South were fighting for each other. Unexpectedly, a dark horse was found this year." Wang Yunhe said lightly.

The head of the Yan family had a smile on his face, but he looked at Ye Xuanji in confusion.

He attached great importance to Ye Xuanji and learned some of Ye Xuanji's abilities. Why did Ye Xuanji frequently show goodwill to Ye Qingge?

The people around each have their own thoughts.

On the other hand, Qingge looked at the so-called Mr. Siya and touched his chin.

cough--

She can still fight for other things. She really can't do anything that requires basic skills and strength in Wenmo.

Qingge is not too bad in terms of Qin because of Feng Qi. She planned to do whatever she wanted and did not force her to do it.

As long as you can get the appreciation of Mr. Mei Qin, it will not be a bad result.

Feng Qi in the spiritual world suddenly became energetic.

She finally has a place to use it!

Feng Qi curled a smug smile at the corner of her 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 she drew a painting on the rice paper.

When Ye Xuanji finished painting, the people around him sighed and stared at Ye Xuanji's painting in surprise.

Qingge Ben was pondering, feeling the strange atmosphere, and immediately looked up.

This time, my eyes shrank slightly.

Ye Xuanji painted a person, a man standing in the nine-story sky, with white hair in red, slender figure, graceful figure, eyes like autumn waves, and beautiful face like beautiful flowers. What a woman who is independent of the world.

The immortal in the painting is not someone else, but the Eastern Emperor - Ye Qingge!

"Ye Xuanji, what are you making a fool of yourself? Mr. Juhua asked you to use Tao as a painting, why are you doing Night Qingge? Are you blaspheming Juhua honestly?" Seeing this, Wang Shangdao pointed at Ye Xuanji and shouted angrily.

"What does my painting have to do with you?" Ye Xuanji turned her head and looked at Wang Shangshang coldly, her tone was calm and calm as if it was dense frost.

"Mr. Juhua, look at this person, he is arrogant and unreasonable, and he is disrespectful!" Wang Shangdao looked at Mr. Juhua.

Mr. Juhua looked at the person in the painting, looked at Qingge again, and finally his eyes fell on Ye Xuanji and asked, "Why?"

"The road is three thousand, I said to her. Sir, is that not?" Ye Xuanji put away her coldness and restored peace.

Mr. Juhua and Ye Xuanji looked at each other for a long time and smiled, "Okay, okay, our genius will not die, what a great way, I will say to her."

Wang Shangdao wanted to say something, but when Mr. Juhua praised Ye Xuanji, he had to shut up and remain silent.

Wang Shangdao looked at Qingge suspiciously, leaned beside Wang Qinghong, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, was this Ye Xuanji wronged by Ye Qingge?"

Wang Qinghong thought for a long time and nodded: "It's very likely."

In the spiritual world, Feng Qi kept murmuring to himself: "It's over... it's over... another poisoned girl."

Qingge: "???"

Qingge looked at Ye Xuanji's back sideways, and his eyes trembled slightly.

Previously, Qingge only suspected Ye Xuanji's motive, but now, Qingge was indeed moved by Ye Xuanji's words, "Three thousand great ways, I say to her."

Ye Xuanji left Mr. Siya, and on the way back to the place, he smiled slightly at Qingge and nodded.

Seeing this, Qingge raised her red lips slightly, and she smiled lazyly.

"Xizhou, white lightning!" Lin Heshan thought.

Among the four elegances, Bai Liuguang is the best at "shu", but Bai Liuguang, like Wang Shangdao and Ye Xuanji, could not guess the poems embroidered inside Mr. Zhushu's cuffs.

Lin Heshan: "Nanzhou, Yan Liufang."

Yan Liufang walked to Mr. Juhua, and after saluting, he took the pen and drew a picture of the Bagua Qiankun.

Qingge: "..." This is really simple and crude.

Isn’t this the Tao?

Seeing this, Mr. Juhua rarely smiled, "The painting skills are good, but as for enlightenment, there are still some missing."

Yan Liufang bowed: "Sir, Liufang received teachings."

Yan Liufang walked towards the other three gentlemen, but the result was nothing amazing.

"Xizhou, Bai Han."

“…”

Beside Bai Liuguang, the noble and silent young boy walked towards the gentlemen.

The young boy drew a map of heaven and earth, raised his jaw and said softly: "The road under my feet is the way of earth. The place I am going to go is the way of heaven."
Chapter completed!