Chapter 83 Ji Ping'an: Let's start (two in one)

Author: 100,000 Vegetables

Chapter 83 Ji Ping'an: Let's start (two in one)

Lost... When Qu Chuchen spit out these two big words.

In the distance, the "referees" who had not yet been surrounded, the disciples of Molin painters scattered around, and even the servants and servants, the first thing they felt was wrong.

Or, because I have heard similar words too many times in the past few days, I just came to the challenger to say them.

I suddenly changed people, which was very uncomfortable.

"Senior Brother Qu...you..." The young painter in charge of the reception spoke in a lost voice, trying to say something, but he raised his hand to interrupt Qu Chuchen.

Then, the first genius of the young Molin came to his desk, pointed his finger, and the half of the painted scroll suddenly burned and burned into smoke and dust.

Qu Chuchen sighed and looked at Ji Ping'an, who was wearing a hat on one side and looked calm from beginning to end:

"It's a big coincidence, Mr. He has learned about it."

The word "sir" is a respectful title.

This means that at least in front of this picture, Qu Chuchen was willing to give up the disadvantage and was convinced.

He really won... Hearing this, a group of great scholars led by the old man with white beards was in a trance.

With their cultivation, this is not the case, but first, they have not completely escaped from the impact of the meaning of the picture. Secondly...

Shendu has won many awards. In the history of Molin's martial arts performance, both sides have won and lost.

But only in the "painting" path, Molin maintained a record of winning all the best.

Ever without exception.

But today... they have witnessed history and are honored.

The faces flushed with excitement, and the other great scholars and even the resentful painters flocked to the ground, surrounding the sloppy picture of the dragon, and riots began to spread in the quiet garden.

"Take it."

Ji Ping'an got the answer he wanted, turned around and was about to leave, preparing to rush to the next game.

Qu Chuchen opened his mouth and wanted to stop the other party, and had a long talk to discuss the true meaning of painting.

But seeing Ji Ping'an walking in a hurry, his origin was mysterious, and hesitated.

"I don't have much time, so I'm in a hurry." Ji Ping'an seemed to have understood his thoughts and opened his mouth in advance to block it.

He took a few steps to the door, then suddenly stopped again and asked, "How to get to the back door?"

...

...

"Shi Gao, right ahead."

The carriage is scattered, on the street along the river in Baidi, Molin's carriage arrives outside Qingxingyuan.

The sturdy coachman held the reins with one hand and said to the carriage.

Gao Mingjing said "happy", lifted the curtain, and stepped onto the ground with Zhong Tongjun one after another, and walked towards the crowd.

"Molin's people are here."

"Hey, it's the one who played the piano."

The originally noisy and buzzing readers came to their sight and were surprised.

Most of the people do not recognize Gao Mingjing, but they are deeply impressed by the wide and unique robes of the "Molin" painter.

As for Zhong Tongjun, he has been admired for many days in Baidi, not to mention that he is a graceful woman, and I don’t know how many fans she has attracted.

Putting aside his position, he became famous in a few days, which is quite a bit like a lover in the dream of the public.

"I have seen Master Gao." A Molin disciple who was guarding the door hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

Gao Mingjing said "happy" and looked at the closed courtyard gate, frowned slightly: "Someone is fighting?"

The disciple nodded and said, "If Master Gao wants to enter the door, I will inform you."

Gao Mingjing raised his hand to stop him, looking calm:

"Rules are rules. How can we abandon them because of others? Just wait a little longer."

The disciple looked admiring, then hesitated and looked at Zhong Tongjun:

"Senior sister, Fang Fu heard the news of some scholars, and there is the Baidi..."

Zhong Tongjun's chin was light and his expression was depressed.

Molin's disciple's heart sank. Thinking about the comments he had just heard, he couldn't help asking:

"I wonder what that young master He is dressed up? But he is wearing a hat and a blue shirt, and he is probably so tall..."

He described it.

Zhong Tongjun was stunned for a moment, and the genius musician's beautiful eyes were surprised:

"How do you know how clearly you are?"

Molin's disciple hesitated:

"The man who just entered the door to compete and said that he was competing with Senior Brother Qu... was the same."

Now, not only Zhong Tongjun, but also Gao Mingjing was stunned.

The two of them looked at each other and saw the surprise and absurdity in each other's eyes.

"It must be...it's just a coincidence." Gao Mingjing pondered for a while and said:

"This is an unusual dress. As for age and figure, the scholars here are similar."

As he said, the crazy thought in his heart grew wildly like wild grass.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard that had been closed for a long time was opened with a "creak" sound.

In the heavy sound of folding wooden doors, the noise and buzzing discussion faded away, and the eyes were all drawn.

The readers who were originally meditating on the ground or squatting at the base of the wall were shocked and surrounded them, preparing to appreciate them.

There are many elegant people in the capital of God, who put aside their desire for victory or defeat. Being able to appreciate the work of Molin painters in this way is a feast for those who love calligraphy and painting.

"It's out, it's out."

"You guys, please enjoy your eyes."

"I don't know what technique Master Qu changed to."

Amid the discussion, the readers were looking forward to it, like a hen being fed.

However, the picture of a servant running out in a flash and wavering manner did not appear. In the door, a group of great scholars led by an old man with white hair and hair walked out together.

Holding the roll in your hand.

He looked very excited and excited, with an unconcealed smile on his face.

"this……"

The readers looked at each other, not knowing what was going on. Some scholars frowned and vaguely realized something was wrong.

"Brother Li, Brother Han... Why do these old men come out to post in person?" The fat white scholar who drove to report the message was surprised.

Beside him, the other two classmates also showed confusion. Scholars were in a circle and naturally knew the fame and status of the old masters.

Gao Mingjing looked up and felt uneasy.

The next moment, in front of everyone, in a sudden quiet atmosphere, the old master of white bearded sinks into his dantian, holding the roll in his hands, and shouts:

"In this game, Mr. Shenduhe won!"

God has... won?

In Molin's most proud and impeccable painting path, all gods have successfully chosen it? Qu Chuchen... lost?

The scholars at the door, and even the art-like people who come to hear the news, cannot believe their ears.

It was not until the other old masters spoke in unison that the whole scene burst and boiled.

"Win...we won Molin on the Painting Road..."

"If I remember correctly in many years, it would be the first time I have performed martial arts in previous years!"

"Brother Li... I seem to hear that Qu Chuchen lost." The scholar holding a folding fan murmured.

My classmates next to me blushed and I clenched my fists excitedly: "I heard it too!"

He exhaled heavily and then burst into laughter. The scene was in chaos, and some people flocked to watch what the winning picture was.

Some ran wildly in the distance to tell their friends about this amazing news. If a song "Time" boosts morale, then the situation has reversed after this game.

The fat white scholar keenly captured the three words "Mr. He" and opened his mouth wide, thinking to himself whether I guessed it was true?

At the same time, more and more people noticed this and asked questions in a slight manner. Several old masters were confused and did not understand why, and people outside responded so fiercely to this surname.
To be continued...