"Time is here!"

As he shouted, Ye Junsheng happened to stamp the newly prepared painting, as if he was pinching a stopwatch. The dripping ink was still shining and had not yet dried.

The red seals are prominent in the white space: "Ye Feng, Pengcheng".

The four characters are made of iron and silver hooks, with awesome character, and they are written by Li Yifeng.

Ye Junsheng used the seal this time, the chicken blood stone given by Mr. Li, rather than the stubborn stone seal of the heaven and earth.

Neither want nor can I.

The layman watched the battle with the Sha Zu, but as the protagonist, all kinds of hardships are really hard to describe.

By relying on the hearts of the people in the city, the huge and heavy momentum of millions is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Although the infusion of public opinion is invisible, the oppression of the soul and god is really unparalleled. It seems that it is carrying a mountain of ten thousand tons. If you are not careful, you will be crushed to death. At the least, you will become a vegetable, and at the worst, you will turn into ash and die.

Fortunately, the natal flying sword "wine" was extraordinary. At the critical moment, the strange sacrificial text flashed, showing a powerful force, which was able to mobilize so many people's hearts and opinions and attack the evil ancestors.

Millions of thoughts are combined into one, forming a thunderous momentum. Not to mention the evil ancestor who has not yet returned to normal levels, even in his heyday, he will not be in a head-on manner.

The strong enemy retreated, and Ye Junsheng had already lost his strength and fell down.

During this period, I woke up a few times and ate and drank. It was not until this morning that I felt my strength slowly recovered, so I rushed to the square to participate in the test.

When he came to this point, he was unwilling to fail and threw away an opportunity to gain fame.

Time is tight, so Ye Junsheng used his life's proud skills, and his writing is like flying, and his paintings are painted. It is called "Lushan Tu".

In just a quarter of an hour, Ye Junsheng's brushwork and ink was created and he drew a large amount. At this speed, the people present were speechless and could not react.

It is comparable to Cao Zijian's seven-step poem.

"Oh, I'm so sad, I'm just watching, forgot to stamp it..."

"Do you think Ye Junsheng will be rushing to draw together and make up the numbers?"

"It is possible...even if you draw a little bit, the level will definitely not be much higher..."

Whispering. Unfortunately, due to the rules, I couldn't rush up to observe and see what Ye Junsheng did.

When the time comes, the person responsible for collecting the painting begins to come over, one by one, carefully blowing the ink and rolling it up.

At this time, all the talents are about to leave.

Gu Xuezheng didn't care about anything and called Ye Junsheng first: "Junsheng, you are here, it's great."

Ye Junsheng bowed and replied, "Thank you for your care."

Gu Xuezheng smiled and said, "You are so polite now, your body is fine." He muttered to himself. Look at his previous mixed painting style, which is beyond ordinary people's work and has high difficulty movements, and his body will definitely be better.

No mention of any greetings.

Soon, Gu Xuezheng asked the core question: "Junsheng, are you satisfied with your painting?"

Ye Junsheng smiled and said, "It's not bad, it's a good work."

Upon hearing this, Gu Xuezheng couldn't help but feel happy: Ye Junsheng's words are quite confident. He has no intention of rushing to the scene at all.

In this way, there is some hope in winning a good ranking in the end.

It’s a pity that this kid is very tight-mouthed. He doesn’t mention the specific situation of Danqing at all. Although he has not asked straight to the point, you can’t take the initiative to say it.

Gu Xuezheng was a little dissatisfied, but some words were indeed not suitable for asking more questions.

When I went out and met Ye Junmei and Li Yifeng, I naturally asked again.

At this time, things about Ye Junsheng painting with both hands spread in a quarter of an hour, and it was a hot topic for a while.

Curious and hot eyes fell on him; and all kinds of speculation were rampant at the same time.

No matter what, after the competition, all the talents participating in the competition were relieved and relaxed. They all called their friends in groups and rushed towards the most prosperous and famous restaurant in Yangzhou to celebrate with a big meal.

Originally, Gu Xuezheng wanted to be an agent, but Ye Junsheng made an excuse to say that he was not very comfortable and had to go back to rest earlier, so he was temporarily stranded. He said that he would not stop drunk with everyone until the final result was revealed.

Ye Junsheng is really tired.

This kind of mental fatigue is different from physical fatigue. It is so tired that you can get rid of any bustle and noise. The kingly way is to get back to the house and fall asleep well.

So Ye Junmei helped him, said goodbye to everyone, and returned to the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the bed in the room, Ye Junsheng lay down, gasping heavily, his face changed, showing a sickly red color.

Ye Junmei was shocked: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Ye Junsheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's okay, it's just tired."

"Hey, you don't have to hurry to participate in the competition, but you don't listen."

The girl was very complaining.

Ye Junsheng sighed: "If you don't grit your teeth and hold on, you will regret it in the future."

"What a kick...but the body is important. What if something happens, what should I do?"

As he said that, Ye Junmei's eyes were blurred and tears appeared. Speaking of which, she has really scared her over the past few days, and she has become haggard and thin.

Looking at her, Ye Junsheng felt moved by the scene and couldn't help but whisper: "I will never regret it when my clothes are getting looser and I will become haggard for her... Junmei, I'm fine, I'll just take a few more days of rest."

"I will never regret it when my clothes get looser and I will become haggard for her. What a poem, a peerless and wonderful poem!"

Amidst the amazement, the second young master Ximen appeared at the door with his eyes lit up.

Why did he come?

"Junsheng, hurry up, I can't wait to recite this poem in its entirety."

What this guy looks like now is like a pervert who is dissatisfied with desire.

Ye Junmei cared about his brother's body and said angrily: "Second Young Master, my brother is so tired. You still want to ask him to recite poems, so he is really not a friend."

But there is a hint of sweetness in my heart.

"Brother is so honest that he must win the world's number one talent."

The girl has a pure mind and always thinks that her brother has the greatest ability. As for other talents, I'm sorry, they all stand against the wall.

Without saying anything, she drove the second young master Ximen out.

The second young master of Ximen also knew that it was not the time, but just now, he heard Ye Junsheng chanting such a poem, clapping his hands and screaming, his heart was like a clutch, and even the original intention of coming was left behind, thinking about how to make Ye Junsheng complete these two lines of poetry.

These two sentences alone can be called a sentence that has been passed down from generation to generation. If you are in a tall building, carrying your hands on your back, and chanting with such a sad and lingering expression on your face. No matter whether it is the courtesan in the brothel or the talented woman of a lady of a wealthy family, who will not be moved to tears like rain?

I will never regret my clothes getting looser and become haggard for her. This is the god-level portrayal of the sentient beings.
Chapter completed!