"The national teacher's pen is shocked by the wind and rain, and his painting skills are truly our role models!"

"The paintings made by the national teacher are like a scene reappearing, and they deserve the most!"

The little king announced his acceptance, so the ministers naturally wanted to follow the trend and praise him immediately.

"Will your conscience hurt if those who say such words?" Tang Sanzang stared at the ministers who were generous and praised Yang Feiyu, which was the old fox in the officialdom who could say such words. He turned to Sha Wanjing, who was a little disappointed, and was a little worried. They all supported her painting along the way, and now they seemed to have suffered a major blow.

"Will the third senior sister not accept it?" Luo Xi looked at Sha Wanjing with some concern.

"It's okay, Wanjing is stronger than we imagined first." Sun Wukong shook his head. Sha Wanjing could have been so quiet for hundreds of years in the cell of Liusha River. This small blow should not be a problem.

Sha Wanjing, who was silent for a while, took a step forward and looked at the little king with dissatisfaction, saying, "Why? Although hers is also good, I think I really painted the people in the hall."

The venue gradually became quieter again. It seemed that Sha Wanjing was not convinced and wanted to argue.

"But... although you have drawn everyone, I can't recognize any of them. At first glance, only the chair can barely tell that I am sitting on it. As for the others, they all look the same." The little king shook his head in embarrassment.

"That's right, except for you who can make it up by yourself, ask the guards standing outside the hall who can recognize someone from above." Yang Feiyu also said proudly. He was a little worried that he would lose when he saw Sha Wanjing drew so many people. Now that the result is out, he naturally has to take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the situation to get a slaughter.

"Can't you tell her? Can you find your minister from those wave lines?" Sha Wanjing was still dissatisfied and pointed to the casual wave lines and said.

"Those don't matter." The little king shook his head and pointed to the notes above and said, "Look, Master Yang is much more thoughtful than you think. Anyway, he can't recognize who he is when he draws it, so he writes him on it. It looks like he at least knows who he is. And it's obvious that in this hall, only these wavy lines are unexpectedly the protagonists, and those wavy lines are just backgrounds, so I chose Master Yang."

"..." The ministers looked at each other, but no one dared to object. There was no way. Who made this his master? Although his words were heartbroken, he still didn't dare to exchange them. It was so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry...

Yang Feiyu's expression also froze. Although she won, why does the little king's words sound a little wrong? What does it mean that he doesn't recognize who he is after drawing it? Is this a compliment or a belittlement?

"Okay, Wanjing, come back. If you practice for a while, you will be able to surpass her." Tang Sanzang held back his smile and said to Sha Wanjing. The little king is not old, but he is a sensible person. He said this...it still won his heart. If you really want to choose one of the two, pull a taller one from the short one, Yang Feiyu's painting is indeed better.

The main and secondary issue is quite important. It is densely packed with heads of about a hundred people, which really makes people feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, the waves are a little more vivid and interesting. In general, Yang Feiyu is more talented than Sha Wanjing in painting.

"Master... I'm embarrassing you." Sha Wanjing retreated, her eyes drooped slightly, and she said with a little disappointed look.

"How could it be? You have already drawn great, but I didn't expect the other party to use a trick like notes." Tang Sanzang comforted with a smile, suddenly feeling that his conscience was a little painful.

Sha Wanjing soon had confidence in her eyes, and she nodded vigorously and said, "Well, Master, I will try harder to learn from you in the future."

"Okay." Tang Sanzang nodded, suddenly feeling that his comfort seemed a bit too much. If Sha Wanjing would pester her to teach her how to draw every day in the future... that would be a little bad.

"Yes, Third Senior Sister, let's draw more Xiaobai in the future." Ao Xiaobai also comforted him.

On the other side, Yang Feiyu also smiled happily at Lu Tianyu and Xiu Li, and sent a message: "Sister Xiu Li, Tianyu, I won! Look, I just said that my painting is still super good."

"Well, it's super awesome." Xiu Li and Lu Tianyu nodded and responded against their conscience.

No one else can win this inexplicably wonderful thing, but since winning is at least a good thing, it seems that today's competition will end in just two games, which seems to be simpler than originally expected.

"It seems that this monk can be left here this time." Lu Tianyu looked at Tang Sanzang, with some excitement flashing in her eyes. She suddenly became a little sure. What she remembered might be that way, not Taishang Laojun. After all, she didn't know anything about that person. She could only say that the so-called love at first sight was just about being lustful. Now, this person who was almost exactly the same appeared in front of her again. Then, this time maybe she could be more proactive.

Thinking of the hot hands that were wandering on his body yesterday, his eyes fell on the slender hands of Tang Sanzang's fingers, and a hint of blush appeared on his face, which looked as slender and powerful.

Seeing that everyone had no doubts, the little king nodded and said, "Okay, then I will decide that the national teacher team will win in the first game. Let's start the second game. National teacher, what is the second game?"

"Your Majesty, the ministers discussed politics in the morning. The country of Chechi has been drought for several months and has not rained for a long time. People have a little trouble drinking water. Therefore, I want to use rain as a competition in the second game." Xiu Li stepped forward and nodded.

"Please rain, this is the master of Master Xiu. When our Chechi country was drought, the national master came on stage to ask for rain. Soon, the rain fell from the sky, which relieved the catastrophe of my Chechi country."

"Yes, over the years, as long as there is a drought, the national teacher will come on stage to ask for rain and can we ask for a good rain, so that we can protect our country's style and prosperity, and peace and prosperity."

"How could these monks ask for rain? If they could ask for rain back then, even that would be more than that."

When all the ministers heard this, they all started to talk softly.
Chapter completed!