Shi Qing and others were eager for the things Zhao Mu painted were nonsense, and then compared by Kong Ming's works, Zhao Mu's skills became more useless. Then he could take this opportunity to ridicule Zhao Mu.

Unlike Shi Qing and others' bad intentions, the elders still hope that Zhao Mu can come up with good works.

These elders did not care about the conflicts between the few young people. They only hoped that more outstanding young people could inherit the traditional Chinese culture.

One horizontal, one horizontal, one horizontal, one horizontal, one arc, one arc, Zhao Mu was writing quickly, drawing something that even the people couldn't understand.

The thick hair was so stunningly played in Zhao Mu's hands that he could draw lines of the same thickness, and the thickness of the horizontal arcs was different.

The horizontal lines are straight, and the width left between lines of the same thickness is the same.

The angles between the arcs are the same, and the two ends converge at an intersection point.

"Waocao, how did this guy make it? This is a brush, not a pencil ballpoint pen? Can you still play like this?"

Shi Qing and others said that they were seriously frightened, their eyes widened and wider, and they no longer had the leisurely expression they had watched the show before.

Zhao Mu's hand is a brush, and it is always thick. It is completely different from a pencil ballpoint pen. It is difficult for a pencil ballpoint pen to easily draw straight lines of the same thickness and thickness for a pencil ballpoint pen.

"What an amazing control, how did you practice this?"

The group of people looked shocked at Zhao Mu's actions, wondering how Zhao Mu did all this.

After a pause, Zhao Mu looked at Kong Ming who was holding the pen next to him and started painting, and put down the brush in his hand.

"Hey, the drawing is done? It doesn't look like it, why did it suddenly stop?"

Several people watched Zhao Mu's movements unclear. Zhao Mu ignored them, put down his pen and sat down easily and looked at Kong Ming and began to paint.

"What's the situation? Could it be that this guy doesn't know how to draw it later?"

"No way? It's not like this. He stopped just now, and there's no need to stop directly."

Looking at Kong Ming's painting, the group of people suddenly felt much more comfortable.

This is the way Chinese painting should paint. Every stroke has a unique charm, which is pleasing to the eye. What was Zhao Mu painting just now?

After waiting for more than an hour, Zhao Mu almost fell asleep, but the others were watching it with relish.

The bored Zhao Mu even took out his cell phone to play, which made the others frown. If Shi Qing and the others were not afraid of affecting Kong Ming's painting, they would have already scolded him.

Finally, Kong Ming stopped the pen, nodded slightly satisfied at the picture under the pen, and put down the pen in his hand.

"Ah, is it finally done?"

Seeing Zhao Mu's appearance of finally being relieved, Shi Qing and his men wanted to beat him up. It was so annoying that he looked so angry.

Zhao Mu stood up and looked at Kong Ming's works.

"Okay, not bad, this is a lady's painting in the style of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. Her eyebrows and eyes are as picturesque, her body is light, and she is as floating as an immortal."

"It's so beautiful. Brother Kong's craftsmanship is simply amazing. The woman in this painting is light and pretty, and it seems that she can even see the unknown sorrow of the woman from the slightly frowning of the woman."

"Okay, Brother Kong's painting technique is really beyond our reach."

Several elders kept nodding and praising them as they looked at the picture, while Shi Qing and others did not hide their flattery for Kong Ming.

Listening to everyone's praise, Kong Ming smiled faintly and looked at Zhao Mu.

"Brother Zhao Mu, where is your work? Why not let everyone appreciate it together?"

"Ha, his work? He is a waste, right? I saw that he drew it for a long time but couldn't understand what he was painting."

"No, Mr. Wang Bo is a master of calligraphy and painting. How could the Zhao Mu brothers, as his disciple?"

Kong Ming looked very surprised, and seemed to be unbelievable that Zhao Mu would actually draw a void work.

Zhao Mu smiled. It’s time for this, why bother pretending? Isn’t it just that he has lost his master’s face?

"Oh, my painting is still a little short of completion. It is normal for everyone to not understand it. Please wait a moment."

He picked up the pen and continued to paint on his own painting. The lines of exactly the same thickness made Kong Ming's face suddenly become solemn.

"Okay, now this painting is finished, let's see how it is."

"This is?"

Looking at the paintings with the ink on the table, Shi Qing and others hesitated for a moment and were not sure of their judgment, with a strange expression.

"Haha, Brother Kong, can you see what is in the painting?"

Kong Ming looked at it carefully for a few seconds, then said with a strange expression: "No wonder it is a ball?"

The other people's faces suddenly became very strange. A ball? Draw a ball?

Zhao Mu laughed, "Yes, this is a ball, a basketball."

Kong Ming's face looked weird. After holding it in for a long time, he didn't know what kind of evaluation it would be. Finally, a sentence popped up, "Yeah, Brother Zhao Mu painted it very well, this ball was very good."

Although the group of people were speechless, from their own perspective, I have to admit that Zhao Mu's painting is indeed a good painting.

Next, it became a stage for Zhao Mu and Kong Ming to compete. Various talents took turns to compete. Shi Qing and others became salted fish who could only shout "666".

At this time, Zhao Mu was fiddling with a guqin in his hand.

"Zhao Mu, do you still know the guqin?"

Shi Qing and the others were already numb. The talent they were proud of was completely crushed in front of Zhao Mu and Kong Ming, and they could not even show off.

Zhao Mu smiled and said nothing, and raised his fingers lightly. The guqin made a pleasant sound and began to tune.

"Zheng"

With a sound of the piano, a song unfolds as the fingers move.

The swords and iron horses, swords and guns fought against each other, and a murderous aura came towards us.

Green forest, stream, small bridge, pavilion, and a few people under the pavilion, one of them played the piano, and the rest of them closed their eyes and listened.

Soon, several people showed doubts on their faces, and then they focused on their ears and listened carefully.

A shocking voice, "How is it possible? This is?"

Accompanied by the shock, Kong Ming opened his eyes with a look of surprise, and several elders also opened their eyes with a look of surprise.

"That's right, Guangling San, Guangling San that had been lost in Jin Dynasty."

"Guangling San, also known as Guangling Zhixi, was also the ancient Nie Zheng's song of Han Kui. It is one of the top ten guqin music in China. It is the only guqin music in China that has the atmosphere of fighting with the spear and killing spear."

"How is it possible? Guangling San is one of the top ten guqin music in China. In the whole of China, there are not many people who can play this music independently."
Chapter completed!