[Red House] That natural stay

After each competition, there will be a rest time in the middle.During this time, the fifty poems will be reviewed and only half will be left to go on to the second written test.Of course, as for who is selected and who is not selected, there will be special personnel to send sachets, and at the same time take care of the face of those who are not selected.

When someone knocked on the door, Mo Jue was listening to Xia Tian talk about the history and culture of the southern country. The system is currently insufficient in energy, and the scope of collection is only Xuancheng.So, he listened with gusto, and by the way added to the database that is still somewhat empty.

There was a knock on the door for a while, and after a sound of 'come in', the people outside just opened the door.

"Greetings to all the young masters, this is Mr. Mo's kit." He bent down and stopped three steps away from the table, and smiled and handed over the exquisite things in his hand.

Fu Yijun took it with quick eyes and hands, and glanced at Mo Jue, as if he was about to open it.Before he could do anything, he was snatched away by Mo Yu who was beside him. "This is Xiao Jue, how can I ask you to dismantle it?" Turning around with a smile, he handed it to Mo Jue.

"Xiao Jue, quickly open it and see what it is?"

Mo Jue nodded. He was already familiar with the rules of the competition. He opened the black kit embroidered with red thread in his hand, and took out a small red note from inside. , does this mean that you can enter the second competition?Shao turned his head to look at Mo Jue.

"Yes, Xiaojue, you can participate in the second competition." Mo Yu nodded with a smile, and stretched out his hand to pinch the young boy's tender cheek.

This caused Xia Tian's eyes on the other side of Mo Jue to darken calmly, but then returned to normal.

Not long after, the second match began.Mo Jue returned to the Wanmin Terrace again, and because the number of people was reduced by half, it looked even more spacious.As soon as he came to the stage, he felt a few strong gazes coming over him. He turned his head sharply and looked at them. It was the old men who served as the judges. When they were in the box just now, Xia Tian had told him about those people's deeds. Especially Fu Taifu, who has taught and educated people all his life, and has peaches and plums all over the world.A faint sense of admiration rose in Mo Jue's heart, so he also nodded to show his respect.

As for Fu Xing and the others, they had been waiting for the "superior" who wrote good poems with that name to appear, but when they saw Mo Jue's face clearly, they were stunned for a moment.Is this a mistake?

"Zi Lai, that's Mo Jue?" Fu Xing frowned and asked uncertainly.

Mencius smiled secretly in his heart, but on the surface he was serious. "Students dare not lie to the teacher, that is indeed Mo Jue."

Several people looked at each other, isn't this too young?Looking at that age, it's only fifteen or sixteen years old, right?But it was only for a while before I was relieved. Since ancient times, heroes have been born as teenagers. Who among them here is not famous all over the world at a young age?Although this 'young hero' may be too unbelievable to create a new typeface, non-generation masters would not dare to do it.

The content of the second competition is to make a painting based on the poem I wrote in the first competition, and there are two sticks of incense within a time limit.As soon as the topic came up, some people mourned and others rejoiced, but Mo Jue naturally didn't show any expression.

The poem he wrote in the first scene was what he saw with his own eyes in the valley. There is already a bright moon in the sky.

That scene was really beautiful, it was the first time Mo Jue felt so deeply about the scenery of this world.Now it is not difficult for him to draw that picture again.

Picking up the writing brush on the side, touched up the color in the inkstone, and began to write after a little thought.His expression was focused, as if he was doing the most sacred thing in the world.

"Mo Yu, how did you meet such an interesting little guy." Staring at the boy's profile, Fu Yijun suddenly spoke.

After Mo Jue left, the few people in the box did not speak again.The moment the boy picked up the pen, he was involuntarily attracted to him.

"Why do you ask this?" Mo Yu didn't look up, but still looked at the young man in the field.

"I'll just see how lucky you are to have picked up such a treasure to be your younger brother, who can compose poetry, draw pictures, and be medical." Fu Yijun said every word, and finally managed to make Mo Yu raise his head.

"You investigate him." Mo Yu said with a serious face.I don't know since when, the boy has become an existence like a reverse scale, even if he is a good friend, he is not allowed to have the slightest disadvantage to him.

Fu Yijun was taken aback, he didn't expect Mo Yu to have such an expression.

"We just happened to see what happened that day." Wang Meng, who hadn't spoken much until now, spoke suddenly, which made Mo Yu's expression slightly better.

"Jing Zhi, I treat Xiao Jue as my own younger brother, and I hope you can treat him correctly." He said seriously. For some reason, he felt that Fu Yijun's attitude towards Mo Jue was a bit strange, so he had to say this, friend And younger brother, Mo Yu doesn't want to lose any of them.

Fu Yijun turned his head slightly, he didn't have any malice towards that little guy, he was just curious, so he asked a few more questions.I really didn't expect my friend to be so nervous, this has completely exceeded the attention that ordinary brothers should have, right?

Then there was silence again, Xia Xia pretended to drink tea and lowered his head, but no one knew what he was thinking.

A little spark has the power to burn everything, and a stick of incense has reached the end unconsciously.Mo Jue is immersed in painting and can't extricate himself, as if he has isolated himself from the outside world. He adopts the most traditional painting method, using simple ink, color, and water to paint and paint on paper.In just a few strokes, the mountains in the distance and the lake nearby are clearly defined.The ink is not thick, but it feels as if it should be like this.This is a freehand landscape painting.Mencius, who stood aside for a long time, made a conclusion in his heart, but this freehand painting is easy and difficult to say, and difficult to say.I don't have much ink, but I pay more attention to the word "artistic conception". This "artistic conception" is so illusory.

Seeing that the boy's painting was faintly coming to an end, Meng Zilai left with a satisfied look on his face.Sure enough, the most indispensable thing in this world is 'wizards'.

Fu Xing and the others also stretched their necks hard to see what the young man in Tsing Yi was painting, especially after Mencius left shaking his head, but because of the occasion, they couldn't make it too obvious.But there is still a feeling that that young boy will bring them unexpected surprises.

"It's time!" Mencius stood at the front and announced. As soon as the words fell, a little boy came forward and began to collect everyone's paintings.

At this time, Mo Jue left Shi Shiran, this time he did not hand in in advance.It's not that he hasn't finished, it's just that the system reminded him that he was already a little out of the limelight in the last competition, so it's better to keep a low profile now.Mo Jue himself doesn't care about these things, anyway, few people here can beat him, so let's fight!

System: I have a more ambitious goal.

I came to the private room where Mo Yu and the others were again, eating delicious pastries as usual, feeling uncomfortable.

"The next competition is political theory, do you want to read a book?" Mo Yu finally proposed after Mo Jue was free.He never doubted whether the teenager could make it to the final round.

Mo Jue thought about it and nodded in agreement. He had already read all the books in the valley, and even if he went outside, all the information about Xuancheng collected by the system was 'stored' in his mind.

Quietly flipping through the yellowed pages, the others consciously did not disturb him.Mo Jue's reading speed is very fast, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as ten lines at a glance.Seeing that a book was coming to an end, Fu Yijun finally couldn't help but speak.

"Little guy, you turned so fast, did you understand?" This speed is simply against the sky.

Mo Jue looked up at him, closed the last page, and said, "I see."

The corner of Fu Yijun's mouth twitched, and he didn't know whether he really understood or was trying to calm down. "Then I'll test you to see if you really remember it." He said and pulled out the book from Mo Jue's hand.