Chapter 666: who is the real number one
Chapter 666 Who is the real number one
It’s just that the other three looked too strange. Seeing the sneaky appearance in the painting really made him a little suspicious, and besides—this is tied for the first place...
Throughout the ages, this artist competition has been held for more than ten sessions, and there has never been a tie for the first place.
"Gongzhu Yang, this statement is wrong—" At this moment, a white-haired old man stood up from the judge's seat, and he carried the elegance and temperament that a master should have in his gestures. It makes people can't help but want to worship.
"I have been a judge of the painter competition for 50 years, and I have never heard of a tie for the first place. It is true that I have voted for one throughout the ages - but it is really against the rules of the competition. There can only be one first place. "
The old man's words made Palace Master Yang's face darken immediately, a pair of mung bean-like eyeballs were shining brightly, staring at the person in front of him, he didn't speak for a long time, after a long time, Palace Master Yang called With a sloppy eye, he said: "There is a first time for everything, and being tied for the first place is a recognition of the two contestants. Why not—"
"Since this is the case, why don't you take out the paintings of the two contestants and let everyone comment on them!"
But the old man in front of him is definitely not an honest person who is easy to fool. Naturally, he heard Palace Master Yang's perfunctory words, and his brows were furrowed together. The obvious dissatisfaction on his face made Palace Master Yang even more annoyed.
Gongzhu Yang gritted his teeth angrily, and the results came out. He also specially sold Chu Mu's face, making Jiang Jiuhe the number one. Why did this old man stand up and make trouble? It's really annoying.
The troubles in Yang Zhenao's heart were not much less than that of his uncle. He glanced at Jiang Jiuhe who was still standing not far away, and he was even more angry. He didn't expect that Jiang Jiuhe's skills It's so good.
My uncle had already opened the back door for me, so I won the first place. Why should I be tied with this bitch? I feel uncomfortable when I think about it.
Yang Zhenao was unwilling to do so, but he believed in his own skills, "Cousin Pei Chen—ah no, Palace Master Yang, otherwise let everyone judge and let the big guys come together to see who is the real No. One."
Hearing this, Palace Master Yang was taken aback, and looked at his nephew with some puzzlement in his eyes, but his expression did not change, it was still the same as before.
Everyone heard that Yang Zhenao spoke up, and some of them were flattered, so they naturally agreed.
Seeing that the crowd below echoed and were enthusiastic, Palace Master Yang couldn't say no again and again, so he nodded, and asked the boy at the side to move two easels up.
The easel was still tightly covered by a white cloth, and people outside couldn't tell the difference at once, until the white cloth on both of them was lifted at the same time, and two magnificent paintings appeared in front of everyone.
There are two paintings in front of me, one is a painting of landscapes in the forest, the other is a painting of mountains and river banks, each has its own characteristics, and each has its own outstanding points. , suddenly dazzled.
"This is beautiful!" Someone pointed to a painting of the mountains and river banks and began to praise, "The vast sky represents the painter's lofty psychology, and it also represents the painter's lofty ambitions, which really amazes me!"
Seeing that pair of mountains, everyone combined it with Yang Zhenao. Only men can draw such excellent paintings.
(end of this chapter)