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Chapter 1875 Competition

The fourth young master has no real estate in the ancient city, so he will leave the ancient city at night.

The calligraphy and paintings of the Grand Master Hua Shen only cost 100 to 200 divine stones. The Guild's Enlightenment Tea and other expenses are also very expensive every day, so without the support of the family, there is really not much money.

"It seems that you are very rich. I bet with you that if you win, you will lose 1,000 low-grade divine stones for you. If you lose, take out 1,000 low-grade divine stones." The eldest son knew that the fourth son had no money, so he took out the money to help the fourth son, and wanted to see what talents such an arrogant young man had.

The eldest son is a knowledgeable and talented person, a typical tall, rich and handsome man, and belongs to the prince charming in many goddesses' dreams.

Ning Caichen was shocked and always felt that this young master was not simple. How could he know how much money he had?

Ning Caichen has more than a thousand low-grade divine stones in his hand. Apart from one thousand divine stones, there are not many left.

"It's hard to comment on who has the best paintings at your level." Ning Caichen said with a sneer.

"We go to the second floor and draw and let the audience decide. Whoever auctions the paintings for a high price will win. How about it?" Danxiang was ecstatic and comparing paintings could attract many people to watch, which was also helpful to the guild's business.

"Even if you find someone to buy your own paintings, I don't mind." Ning Caichen said with a sneer.

"All children of Confucianism will never do those despicable and shameless things. If you don't have justice in your heart, you will not have good righteousness. Without righteousness, how can you draw good paintings?" Danxiang said with a smile.

"Then we will go to the second level to compete." Ning Caichen said with a smile.

Rumble!

The Calligraphy and Painting Guild launched fireworks, and a few colorful characters appeared above the ancient city, and someone challenged the four young masters.

In the competition of calligraphy and painting guilds, painters will be asked to draw on the spot and then auction on the spot.

Ning Caichen arrived at the second floor and saw that the hall was almost covered with people.

"May I ask the name of the young master?" Danxiang said with a smile, worried that Ning Caichen was a person without virtue and talent, and such a competition would affect the reputation of the guild.

"I am not given the surname Ning and his name is Caichen. This is still my clone token." Ning Caichen took out the teacher's identity token.

The four young masters and Dan Xiang showed a look of surprise, but they were relieved that the other party could become a teacher, which was definitely not an ordinary person.

Being a teacher is not an ordinary person. Teachers are generally knowledgeable and talented. If they are not good at it, how can they guide others?

The fourth young master became solemn.

The eldest son still looked calm and composed, and a thousand divine stones were nothing to him.

Confucian scholars make bets just to bets, they will not make heavy bets, and they will not hurt their wins or losses.

"Hello everyone! Thank you for your support to our guild. Today I am honored that there is a teacher from the college who competes with the Four Young Masters. They are all top painters, and their calligraphy and paintings were auctioned on the spot. If there is no auction, maybe you can use a god to buy a good painting that can greatly increase your cultivation." The crisp and pleasant voice of Danxiang sounded.

"Let's start!"

"I haven't seen anyone challenge the four young masters for a long time."

"The four great young men will win."

More fans of the Four Masters shouted.

"Thank you for your support, I'm so ugly." The fourth young master walked onto the podium and immediately started painting.

The fourth young master did have two or two strokes of the dragon. He held two brushes and only took fifty breaths to complete a painting.
Chapter completed!
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