When Xu Bi drew the outline of a character, Zhu Jun had already stopped writing, "Okay!"
Xu Bi was stunned, "Is it going to be fine so soon?"
During this pause, the ink on the tip of the pen fell on the paper.
But those who were watching Zhu Jun paint were all silent.
I thought that Zhu Jun was just good at poetry, but I didn't expect that he was also very creative in painting.
The competition is to see who can draw faster and who can draw better.
Xu Bi has just started, but others have already stopped writing.
In terms of speed, Zhu Jun has already won.
After taking a look at the portrait, Song Lian on the painting paper is almost exactly the same as Song Lian standing there, with the same expression on his face.
As the saying goes, it is difficult to paint a god when painting a tiger, and the same is true when painting a human being.
It is difficult to show the character's expression and spirit.
Although the rules of the competition here are not limited, the image is the image, and this cannot be faked at all.
Zhu Jun's sketches focus on speed. In fact, Xu Bi is not slow either. If he wants to paint a traditional Chinese painting, he can do it with just a few strokes, but Xu Bi is too conceited.
Seeing Zhu Jun take out the charcoal pencil, he felt contempt for him, expecting that Zhu Jun's painting skills were not very high.
But he was wrong. Maybe Zhu Jun was not proficient in painting skills, but he had his own strengths.
He turned the drawing board over and said, "Mr. Xu, don't be impatient. Draw slowly. I am patient!"
When Xu Bi saw Song Lian's portrait clearly on the white paper, he could no longer put down the pen in his hand.
Needless to say about the speed, the Song Lian painted by Zhu Jun is so similar, both in spirit and form.
Song Lian wanted to take a look at Zhu Jun's paintings, but he couldn't move around at will for fear of affecting Xu Ben's painting.
But because he was anxious inside, the expression on his face couldn't help but change.
Compared with Song Lian's impatience, Da Bentang was a kind of idiot who was excited.
How could they not know who Zhu Jun was?
How could a person who could write a few words crookedly suddenly be able to compose poems and draw pictures?
Zhu Yu was even more happy. His younger brother gave him such a big surprise.
This kind of talent, even he must be willing to be inferior to.
The unhappiness in Ma Daguo's heart had long since disappeared, and he had long been frightened by Zhu Jun's ability.
Forget about Zhu Yuanzhang in the Fengtian Palace, I was scratching my head, wanting to go down and see what Zhu Jun had painted.
This was the first time he knew that Zhu Jun could actually draw, and his speed was so fast that even Xu Ben couldn't compare.
"Bastard, the competition will be over in a moment. Go down and bring up that bastard's painting. We want to take a look!" Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Wang Gou'er who was in a daze and said.
Wang Gou'er said bitterly: "I just didn't listen to His Highness the King of Wu. I'm afraid His Highness won't be able to spare this servant after I go down!"
Zhu Yuanzhang thought so. This bitch had been beaten just now. Based on his understanding of Zhu Jun, Wang Gouer was afraid that he would be beaten again when he went down to get something.
Although in his heart, eunuchs are unimportant and the lowest existence, Wang Gou'er is the person around him after all, and it is not good to be beaten all the time. Although the person being beaten is his son, that bastard can't give him some points. face?
"Forget it, we'll talk about it later." Zhu Yuanzhang suppressed the curiosity in his heart.
At this moment, Xu Ben's heart was racing, but he still calmed down his mind and pressure, regained his gaze, and began to draw on the paper.
He was very fast, no less than Zhu Jun. With just a few strokes, he sketched the outline of Song Lian's body.
The inking is just right, and when the pen comes down, an old man who is 80% similar to Song Lian appears on the paper.
Because the paint was painted too fast, it looked a bit abstract, but it had the divine form, but it was a pity because the painting was done too fast, and the details were missing.
Although it is more inked and more enjoyable to watch, if you lose, you lose.
Everyone looked at Xu Bi's portrait. Some people praised it, but most people chose to shut up.
Because, according to the rules of the competition, Xu Ben lost.
Praising Xu Bi is no different from slapping him in the face.
The moment the portraits of the two people turned to Song Lian, Song Lian was completely lost.
Zhu Jun's portraits are simple, but not simple. Just using charcoal pencils quickly reveals his characteristics.
Xu Bi's paintings are good to watch, but it's a pity.
At this moment, Zhu Jun's impact on him was huge.
It was so big that it overturned all his understanding of Zhu Jun.
His eyes were extremely complicated.
Is this still the uneducated madman in his eyes?
How come you are so talented?
Not only Song Lian, Zhan Ting and others also completely lost their voices.
"Mr. Wei, who loses and who wins?" Zhu Jun asked.
Wei Guan pursed his lips, glanced at everyone, and found that everyone on his side had similar expressions, with solemn expressions, but no one spoke.
He glanced at Song Lian again and found that his old friend's eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.
He looked at Xu Bi again. At this moment, his face was full of despair and energy.
Also, being defeated by a young man in what he is best at would be unacceptable to anyone else.
What's more, the person who defeated him was an uneducated lunatic in everyone's eyes.
He wanted to accuse Xu Benying of being unconscionable, but His Highness the Crown Prince was watching. The hundreds of people around him were not fools.
He suddenly regretted standing up.
"His Royal Highness King Wu wins!" Wei Guan said with some despair.
After the words fell, everyone in the Hanlin Academy couldn't help but sigh, while everyone in the main hall cheered.
"Uncle Six, you are so awesome!" How could Zhu Yingxiong be missing in such an occasion? This was because he had not spoken just now. He was afraid of putting too much pressure on Zhu Jun, so he kept standing next to Zhu Yu for fear of disturbing him. Zhu Jun fights.
At this moment, Zhu Jun had won three games in a row and victory was in sight. He couldn't bear it any longer and trotted up to Zhu Jun and took his hand.
"You little monkey, why didn't I see you just now?" Seeing Zhu Yingxiong, Zhu Jun was in a good mood.
"I'm cheering you on from the side!" Zhu Yingxiong raised his head and said, "I have the loudest voice!"
Zhu Jun rubbed his head and looked at his face that was red from the sun. Seeing the sun shining high, Zhu Jun couldn't stand it any longer, so he said: "I have done three poems, songs, calligraphy and paintings." , It’s quite hot today, so let’s not let you guys stand around.
Let's do this, the rest of us will come together, I will take them all! "
Wow!
Everyone was in an uproar again!
Zhu Jun's arrogance is obvious to all, but no one expected that he would actually challenge three!
This is not only arrogant, but also contempt for them.
Although Song Ke was angry, he had proven himself with his strength, and he had the capital to be arrogant.
If he had this talent, he would definitely be the best madman in the world.
He glanced at Wang Xing, who was also a calligrapher, and said, "Brother Banxuan, are you coming?!"
Wang Xing was a little hesitant. This year he moved the capital and he had just hired Lan Yu to sit in the Lan family. Needless to say, Lan Yu had a relationship with the prince. Now the King of Wu was conquering three cities. If he joined them, would he hate Lan Yu?
