"Tianyu... Are you sure I'm painting a portrait of the ancestor..." Yang Feiyu's expression was a little uncomfortable, and she coughed lightly and said, "Actually, I'm painting two of you."

Lu Tianyu and Xiu Li's expressions froze at the same time. I remembered that Yang Feiyu suddenly started painting with interest some time ago. After the painting was finished, they asked them to go there together. Although it was barely possible to see that there were two Taoist priests on the painting, the lines on their faces were almost blurred together. I can only guess that it was a certain Taoist ancestor.

However, Yang Feiyu now said that she was painting the two of them. Thinking of the two paintings like children's graffiti, the muscles on their faces twitched a few times, and they almost couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong? Isn't it like?" Yang Feiyu asked in confusion as she looked at the expressions on the faces of the two.

"It's quite similar." Lu Tianyu nodded, and the corners of his mouth moved, for fear that he could not help laughing.

"Well, then you can play the first game, there are two games in the next one." Xiu Li nodded as well. When it comes to painting, she and Lu Tianyu were even worse. In contrast, Yang Feiyu was more powerful. Looking for a taller person among short people can only let Yang Feiyu appear.

"Compared to painting? It seems that these monks from the Tang Dynasty only have this method."

"That's right? What's the point of painting? And the National Master knows everything. Even if you draw, you're definitely not comparable to ordinary people."

"Yes, it is a blessing for us to be able to see the work of the National Master today. We have never seen it in so many years."

When the ministers heard the content of the first competition, they also started to discuss it. The words they said were mostly to belittle Tang Sanzang and his group and touted the three national teachers.

Seeing that both sides had decided on the first project, the little king also said in unison: "If you draw, then draw this hall. The final result will be decided by me. Don't worry, I will carefully choose the best one to win."

"Okay, then according to Your Majesty's words." Sha Wanjing nodded and glanced at the civil and military officials in the hall. Although she felt it was a bit difficult, this challenging feeling was exactly what she liked.

"I have no objection." Yang Feiyu nodded, and she was still very confident about her paintings. She had painted more than a hundred pieces of paper in her room some time ago. The disciples praised her, saying that she would take it back and frame it and pass it on forever as a family heirloom. These words made her a little bit elated. Now she has a rare opportunity to express it in front of so many people. Of course, she cannot show her too weak and at a disadvantage.

"Master, it seems that we have lost our first game." Zhu Tianpeng sighed, but there was a smile on his face.

"Well, it's almost the same." Tang Sanzang nodded. He knew the best of Sha Wanjing's painting skills. He was the one thing that could put her there to make her draw something else. Now there are so many people in the hall, and it's just to make it difficult for her to draw it.

Of course, if you didn’t know her level, looking at the confident expression on her face, you would probably think that her painting skills are really great.

On the other hand, Yang Feiyu on the other side was calm and relaxed, and she was completely unhappy. At first glance, it was because people who often painted had such confidence. It seemed that there was no suspense in this competition from the beginning.

"Then set aside the time. For one incense stick of time, you two draw everyone in the hall. Whoever draws it well will win this game." The little king once again talked about the rules and added time limits. The time for one incense stick of time is very short. Even Tang Sanzang was not sure if he wanted to draw everyone in the hall, let alone Sha Wanjing, which was undoubtedly a hell-level difficulty for her.

Several eunuchs quickly lifted two small tables. Sha Wanjing and Yang Feiyu stood opposite each other ten feet apart. In order not to disturb them, the others stood on both sides. The plain paper and pen were too far away and could not see clearly.

"Okay, start!" The little king looked at the two people who were already standing at the table and shouted with excitement.

A little eunuch lit a stick of incense, and the two of them picked up their pens at the same time, looking at each other, their eyes in mid-air, as if sparks were coming, and they vaguely felt evenly matched.

After brushing twice, the two of them put their pens on almost the same time, and then... both pieces of paper were broken at the same time.

The whole audience was quiet and everyone looked at each other, but they didn't expect that this would be the start.

Tang Sanzang slowly turned his head to the side, and suddenly felt ashamed, hoping that Sha Wanjing would not say that he taught her painting later.

"Change another one." Sha Wanjing and Yang Feiyu said at the same time. Looking at each other, they felt more and more that they had to do their best to defeat this opponent today.

The two pierced drawing papers were replaced with new ones. The two took a deep breath and adjusted their mentality, then lowered their heads and began to paint seriously. Everyone looked at them from a distance, and they saw that they held a brush in their hands as if they were holding a knife, stroke by stroke, and they both seemed to be very serious, and their expressions on their faces were even more serious, as if they were doing something very serious and solemn.

Infected by this emotion, the entire hall became quiet and everyone tried to remain motionless to avoid affecting the two people who were painting seriously. Even the little king stretched his head to see how they were painting, without saying a word.

"If I hadn't known what she would draw, I would probably have the same expression as them." Tang Sanzang sighed silently in his heart. Sha Wanjing's serious look was still very scheming, and the posture of holding the pen was also very good. His wrist turned gently, and the brush in his hand seemed to be spiritual, just like a master of Chinese painting - just by looking at the posture.

Yang Feiyu on the other side was similar, with a solemn expression, holding a brush in his hand, and stroked and stroked, all of which were very cautious, as if he was carving something exquisite.

Everyone stretched their heads and wanted to know what kind of paintings they had drawn. However, because the edges of the table were raised, everyone's eyes were blocked. However, looking at the two of them in such a posture, they were already full of expectations and stood up unconsciously. These two paintings would definitely leave a legendary story, and they might be recorded in it because of this, so they naturally wanted their own appearance to be painted better.

"You said...what would Wanjing draw?" Zhu Tianpeng also took a step and looked at it, saying curiously.

"It should be very good. Senior Sister Third is so amazing. The flowers are so beautiful." Ao Xiaobai said confidently.
Chapter completed!