"Ha ha!"

Hearing the ending sound, Yang Xiuwen picked up the drawing board in front of him and laughed: "My painting has been completed, this is my...Purgatory of Hell on Earth!"

People looked at it and saw that the whole painting was divided into four small pictures.

The first copy depicts that during the war, people were forced to leave their homes and wander around in chaos...

The second pair depicts a severe drought and a scorching sun. People lie on the dry and cracked land, holding the crops that have been exposed to the sun, crying silently...

The third copy depicts a mountain torrent, a collapse of houses, a flooded fields, and the villagers stand by the river at a loss...

The fourth pair is drawn in the cold winter month. The wandering people have no home to go back and have no food to eat. They curled up in the corner of the street, with thin bones as thin as firewood and no clothes to wear...

The four pictures show the tragic scenes of people in the cold winter, war, drought, heavy rain, and miserable winter.

The scene is vivid and the person's image is vivid...

"What a picture of purgatory on earth!" County Magistrate Luo Chuannan stood up and looked excited.

"The four pictures tell the sadness of the world, four environments, and four different situations, which are enough to make people cry!"

“It’s excellent in terms of painting level and expression of emotions!”

"It is worthy of being a little painting saint!"

People were immediately amazed and praised them in a film!

"The key is to be able to draw this way within a stick of incense and meet the title requirements of the main text minister. It is rare and very rare!"

"This game will definitely win!" Dong Yiwu stroked his beard gently, looking like he was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai!

Dong Qian also agreed: "Although Yang Xiuwen is a lustful person, he is indeed talented, otherwise he would not have attracted the attention of the county magistrate!"

"But... there is probably no chance in the Earl's Mansion!" He never thought about what Wang Kang would paint.

Only Wang Dingchang's faces and the two women did not change at all, because they believed... Wang Kang!

"Young Master Kang, Mr. Yang has already displayed the paintings here. I wonder what you are?"

Dong Hui asked loudly.

"Brother Yang has a picture of the purgatory on earth. After seeing it, he can't help but feel sore in his chest. How dare Wang Kang show his ugly appearance?"

"You are all thinking too much. Maybe he just graffitied randomly and couldn't be called a painting at all!"

Several people spoke up and would not let go of such an opportunity.

"Yes, Wang Kang, where is your painting? Take it out and let it be viewed!" Yang Xiuwen said with a proud smile.

Once his hell picture on earth is released, he will definitely win this game!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Kang. Wang Kang's face was calm and he said in a deep voice: "My painting was not for the competition, but for my cousin... Su Zhe!"

He said that he picked up the drawing board on the drawing table. On the drawing paper was a bud, to be precise, a lotus bud, with paths and leaves, and there were a few lines of small characters next to the bud.

When people saw this picture, they were shocked!

It is about to bloom, bright and dripping, and the colors are clearly like real lotus reflected on the paper. Is this really what Wang Kang painted?

"This...this..." Luo Chuannan was also stunned. Judging from his perspective, this was also a good painting!

He looked at Wang Kang in the scene suspiciously. Didn’t he say he was a prodigal son? He couldn’t draw, but how could he draw such a thing?

For example, Dong Qian, Yu Hong and others were even more dumbfounded. They had previously mocked Wang Kang for not being able to paint, and even if he painted it, he would be graffiti.

And now it is clearly a masterpiece!

"Wang Kang!" Dong Gan gritted his teeth, his face extremely gloomy, and even he was slapped in the face by Wang Kang one after another today!

"Kang'er...Kang'er!" Wang Dingchang's expression was excited. Even he did not expect that his son had such skills.

Li Qingman and Lin Yuyan smiled at each other, and the meaning was self-evident. They all knew that Wang Kang would definitely bring surprises to them.

"Even so, your paintings are not as good as my Hell Picture on Earth!" Yang Xiuwen's face looked ugly. This time he was really slapped in the face!

"The main text has already stated that you should draw a painting that can make people cry. You obviously don't mean the question!"

"Yes, even if his lotus picture is extraordinary, it is not as good as Yang Xiuwen's Purgatory Picture on Earth. We will still win this game!" Dong Yiwu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

The scene was full of twists and turns, which really made him feel a little overwhelmed.

"No, this painting is not that simple!" Li Jitong suddenly said in surprise.

When everyone heard the sound, they saw that the originally still bud suddenly moved and started to flip from the outermost layer on the drawing paper, like petals...

Soon, the change stopped. When I saw it, it was no longer a bud, but a real lotus flower that was about to be released!

At this moment, Wang Kang's low voice sounded.

"Lotus is Su Zhe's favorite thing. I use this lotus to be Su Zhe. I hope he will be reborn like this blooming flower!"

"This...this..."

"How is that possible?"

Everyone was stunned. The painting was originally a dead object, so how could it be quietly opened under everyone's noses!

Even if I want to break my head, I can't figure out why!

This is simply amazing and breathtaking!

"It's wine!" At this moment, the official of the text suddenly spoke!

"Wine?" Li Jitong asked in confusion: "What does the official official mean?"

The main text man chuckled and said, "We have all ignored one thing before. Before painting, Wang Kang once drank wine, but he did not swallow it, but instead sprayed all the wine... onto the drawing paper!"

"I understand!" Luo Chuannan suddenly realized, "The painting paper is wet with wine and paints on it. The blending of wine and pigments will cause changes!"

"Yes!" Zheng Wengong nodded and said, "That's why we see that the buds bloom into lotus!"

"You see there are a few lines of small characters next to the flower," Li Jitong said in surprise again, and then recited it.

"I love the lotus that comes out of the mud without staining, washes in the clear water without being charming, is straight in the middle and out, does not vines or branches, the fragrance becomes clearer from afar, and is planted in a pavement, so you can see it from afar without being slandered."

"Good words, good sentences!"

People who listened to a few poems were even more shocked, and the meaning contained in it was deeply awake!

"This is not a picture of the bud, but a picture of the lotus blooming, which expresses his hopes and blessings to his cousin, and also indicates the feelings between the two!"

Master Wen stood up and said in a deep voice: "This is a profound and profound work. He puts the sorrow in the wine, puts the blessings on the pen, and blends emotions into the painting..."

"Yang Xiuwen's Purgatory Picture on Earth is certainly a way to make people cry, but the meaning contained in the lotus painted by Wang Kang is even more heartbreaking, and even a little crying!"

"So, I think!"

Master Zheng Wen said in a deep voice: "Wang Kang is the winner of this game!"

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

After hearing this, Yang Xiuwen shook his head and said sternly: "My painting is the best, I am the winner, I am Yang Xiuwen, I am the little painting saint, how can I be defeated by a prodigal son!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Kang calmed down and looked at Yang Xiuwen with a expressionless cold voice: "Do you really think the picture of Purgatory on Earth you drew is the best work?"

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