Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

The second senior brother next to him couldn't help but move over to take a look.

The corners of my mouth couldn't help but twitch: What kind of painting is this?

Never seen anything like this.

People all over the world pay attention to skills in painting, and they also emphasize expressing emotions, integrating their own emotions into paintings, and expressing them with the best skills, just like poetry and songs.

Generally speaking, they usually draw mountains, rivers, pavilions, or flowers.

But the painting in front of me is like a child daubing it randomly. It's completely different from what they usually draw.

On a piece of white paper, a little monk was drawn very casually. The little monk was holding an outrageously large brush in his hand. In the upper left corner, there was a large eye-catching symbol.

This... it's a mess, what's all this!

The second child is a very standard student and has always been unable to accept extraordinary things.

"Which family does this girl belong to? It's simply immoral! It's so different..."

There is no style of painting and no conception. It's time to tear it up!

Isn't painting meant to allow you to draw beautiful things in the world and leave beautiful memories for yourself and future generations?

Shouldn't a woman in a boudoir paint pictures of mountains, rivers, flowers, and beautiful scenery?

What do you do when you draw a little monk? Encourage people to become monks?

This woman is out of her mind.

You can even draw the majesty and majesty of the temple. There was no temple, no trees, just a bare monk, a ridiculously big brush, and a weird symbol that I didn’t know what it meant.

The second junior brother reached out and was about to tear the painting apart.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" The senior brother held it down, preventing him from taking it away.

"Don't you see it? She painted a lifelike little bald monk in just a few strokes. This is not easy!

Look at the little monk's expression. He is smiling. You can guess that he is happy because he is writing, or you can guess that he is happy because the monk's temple feels like home. In short, from the expression on his face, a thousand people can feel that A thousand conjectures. "

"Then what does this symbol mean?" the second junior brother asked.

"This... I don't know. I'll ask the artist later."

"Humph, she was just doodling." The second junior brother said firmly.

"If you ask her, she will either not be able to answer, or she will just make nonsense.

Actually, if I painted a monk, I should paint a temple, but where is the temple?

The background is blank!

She just can't!

Senior brother, I know you are addicted to the research of all kinds of novel things, but this... this painting is obviously a little girl who can't draw, scribbling and fooling people.

She definitely has never studied painting.

I can also say responsibly that she is not serious about this competition at all. "

The second junior brother said firmly.

"You don't have to say that about a little girl, I think it's pretty good." The senior brother felt a little less confident after being told by his junior brother.

Is it really just a little girl drawing graffiti to fool people?

Great Confucianism has always been very serious about learning. The same is true for all his disciples.

Others are fine, but if they are not interested in the competition, they should be eliminated.

“I once saw this symbol in an ancient book, it’s called the swastika.

It is an ancient charm, talisman or religious symbol. It is a symbol of the sun or fire. Swastika is pronounced as Srivatsa in Sanskrit, which means "the gathering of auspiciousness".

Buddhism believes that it is the "auspicious sign" that appears on the chest of Sakyamuni, and is used as a symbol of "all virtues and good fortune"..."

At some point, Lao Sanwan Huazong also came over.

He is a Buddhist lover.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand and stroked the swastika symbol, frowning slightly, immersed in memories: "This is the ancestral symbol of Buddhism, but it has been forgotten by the world for many years... If I hadn't seen it today, I wouldn't have remembered it."

Everyone looked at each other: So, there seems to be nothing wrong with a Buddhist symbol paired with a little monk?

\"The fact that she can draw ancient symbols proves that she is very knowledgeable about Buddhism and respects it. I think her drawing of this swastika is far more clear-cut than the scenery of the temple. Today's temples , and which one can match the age of this symbol?\"

There was silence all around.

Wanhua Sect’s professional explanation convinced everyone.

"Oh my god! Which little cutie painted this?" The fourth junior brother didn't know when he fell asleep, and he was looking at Lin Yunxi's painting with bright eyes.

His painting skills are among the best in the world, but he also has weaknesses. Just draw characters.

Either the person is a portrait, but the expression is different; or the expression is there, but you can’t tell who it is.

Moreover, it takes a lot of time and effort to draw.

Seeing Lin Yunxi draw a vivid little monk with just a few strokes, he felt that he finally understood. His memory is about to sublimate, about to break through.

"Fourth, please stop making trouble."

Although the second junior brother was speechless by Wanhua Sect, he had nothing to say. But he did not approve of the painting skills of the painter of this painting at all.

What's the level of the fourth child? That's a master level.

For the thing in front of me, even a three-year-old child can draw better than her, right?

"Second Senior Brother, come on, come on, try to draw me and see if you can draw me with so few strokes."

The fourth junior brother likes actual combat.

Even if you win a fight with words, you may not actually win.

He picked up the pen and paper and handed it to his dick.

Disciples of great Confucianism are naturally omnipotent. Although the second junior brother is not as good at painting as the fourth junior brother, he is still among the top ten in the country.

Unwilling to admit defeat, he confidently picked up the pen and ink and began to draw his fourth junior brother.

result……

I drew a picture, but if I wasn’t satisfied with it, I tore it up.

I drew another one, but if I wasn't satisfied yet, I tore it up again.

The third one, tear it off; the fourth one, tear it off...the tenth one, tear it off...

There is no harm without comparison.

Lin Yunxi's simple drawings were placed beside him, and he finally realized that no matter how he drew, he couldn't compare to others!

Unknowingly, the second junior brother's forehead was covered with sweat. Still working hard on painting.

He must win!

The dignified second disciple of Qin Daru lost to an ordinary woman? If you tell me, you will be laughed out of your mouth!

Qin Daru looked on from the side, curling his lips and smiling.

It is a good thing for disciples to discuss knowledge. He's happy to see it work.

The fourth junior brother was playing with the brush on the side, turning it on his fingertips, looking at it with a smile, and never stopped.

Stupid or not?

He can't even draw something like this, so you still want to draw it?

After giving enough time, he saw that the second senior brother was too tired to lift the pen, so he stepped forward and patted the other brother's shoulder: "Come on, come with me to see this girl. Who is she? She can actually draw such miraculous paintings." Come."

They are all seniors, and discussing academic matters is a discussion. They range from low-level to personal attacks.

This is also well guided by the great Confucian scholars.

"Let's go." Da Ru, who had been watching quietly from the side, suddenly said.

"Let's go outside and take a look."