Wei Fuzi looked at the two of them and smiled, "The second scene is like a painting."

draw?

Yi Junkun and Liu Yi looked at each other. It was over. Yunshu was still learning the basics now, and he had never drawn it twice. At first glance, the other party looked very good at picking it up.

Seeing their faces showing anxiety, Wei Fuzi seemed a little dissatisfied, and continued, "And what we painted this time is different from before. Our academy recently taught a new way of painting, which can draw people to life, as if they are direct printing."

He looked at Gu Yunshu, "I heard that your master has also learned this method of painting during this period. I think he should have taught you. Since everyone has not learned for a long time, this competition is naturally the fairest."

Yi Junkun was a little annoyed. They had never learned any new style of painting. It was abominable that Wei Fuzi wanted to step on them.

The other students wanted to speak, but were grabbed by Yi Junkun.

"No need to make meaningless arguments, otherwise we will fall down before we can compete." He whispered, pursing his lips, "Let's see what their new style is."

They can't yell at this time, otherwise they will only embarrass themselves.

Looking at Wei Fuzi's expression, it was clearly waiting for them to refute.

Seeing them silent now, he still had a trace of regret on his face.

Immediately, Wei Fuzi could only focus on Gu Yunshu and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

Yun Shu shook her head, full of confidence, "No problem."

Qin Wenzheng, not far away, sighed, "A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. This boy is the same as his sister."

"Isn't it good? Judging from his appearance, even if he loses, he will not be depressed." Although Ge was worried, he was still amused by Gu Yunshu.

Wei Fuzi snorted secretly and asked someone to take the thing up.

Two tables, two chairs, a few sheets of paper, and two charcoal pens, were gone.

The people below were looking at each other in confusion, looking at the things above.

When painting, pen, ink, paper and ink are always the most basic equipment. Now there are only pens, paper, or charcoal pens?

But Gu Yunshu touched his chin, looked at something familiar, and sat down straight.

Wei Fuzi said, "Today I will use this charcoal pen to draw, well, how about I paint me?"

He asked the guy again to take a chair, sat upright on it, put his hands on the armrest of the chair, looking ahead, looking in a mysterious and profound look.

The students of Dongyi Academy nodded, "There is no problem for students."

After that, he sat down, held the charcoal pen and thought for a moment, and then started to do it.

Gu Yundong in the box on the second floor was shocked. Their new style of painting was... sketching?

She squinted slightly. It turned out that someone had figured it out by himself, but she didn't know how the effect was.

The people downstairs were lying their necks to look up on the platform, and some were whispering, especially those scholars, who seemed even more anxious.

On the high platform, only the students from Dongyi Academy were making pictures, writing and looking at Wei Fuzi, who looked so serious.

Gu Yunshu had no movement yet and didn't know what he was thinking, but he would occasionally look at the other person's paintings.

However, Yi Junkun and Liu Yi were a little anxious. Since they didn't do anything, why not give in?

Yi Junkun looked serious and was about to speak when he was suddenly pulled by Liu Yi.

"You read the cloud book."
Chapter completed!