the tea ceremony. 。 Two stone lions stand at the entrance of the tea garden. They are carved so lifelike that at first glance, they look almost indistinguishable from real ones. It is said that t...Just then, Ma Xiaobing suddenly saw Ye Fan walking towards him. "Brother, how did you come back Did you lose so quickly It's understandable, Mo Ziyan is said to have an IQ of 180. Even I can't beat her, it's already very good that you lasted this long."

Yet Ye Fan didn't care about any of that. He snatched the mineral water from his hand and took a large gulp.

After that, turn around and leave.

But Ma Xiaobing grabbed him, "Brother, where are you going Let's just leave quickly."

Ye Fan ignored him, pushed aside Ma Xiaobing, and came towards Mo Ziyan.

Mo Ziyan watched Ye Fan go and come back, still holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand. Her face immediately fell.

"What is he doing" someone shouted incessantly below.

Ye Fan ignored these people completely. He walked straight to the front of the stage and, facing the blank sheet of paper, suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed out the mineral water he had been holding in his mouth.

The crowd was astonished, had he gone mad

But the next moment, they shut their mouths because they were astonished to see that on each sheet of white paper, which had been blank a moment ago, several characters were now faintly appearing.

After Ye Fan sprayed the entire sheet of white paper, the true face of the paper was revealed.

What was rather unexpected, however, was that the paper held not a painting but a poem.

Painted on the picture is: Peach Blossom Hamlet, Peach Blossom Hermitage under the hermitage. Peach Blossom Hermit planted peach trees and exchanged peaches for money to buy wine.

The handwriting was neat and tidy, but lacked strength. Ye Fan thought to himself that this must be written by Mo Ziyan. It wasn't as beautiful as it usually was because of the time constraint, but its neatness stood out.

Ye Fan also recognized this line of poetry. It was from Tang Bohu's Peach Blossom Cottage Song. There were several more lines after it, the most famous being "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not seeing through." Could it be that Mo Ziyan was going to test him on poetry

"Mo Ziyan, do I still need to read the content above" Ye Fan was actually quite lucky to be able to decipher this painting.

He had heard of a secret technique that could quickly erase the contents of paintings and calligraphy within a short period of time. He had also experimented with it before. Today, he was incredibly lucky to have guessed that water could break it.

"No, it's alright," Mo Ziyan felt her lips a little dry. She truly didn't expect Fan Ye to be able to break through her secret art. After all, she learned it from an ancient book, and ordinary people wouldn't even think of using water to dispel it. Could it be that Fan Ye also knew this secret art

Mo Ziyan quickly regained her composure and said, “The next question is below. I think you know the source of this poem. Now, please imagine yourself as Tang Bohu and draw the mood described in the poem.”

After Mo Ziyan finished speaking, her eyes were filled with a smile again. She was indeed quite cunning. She herself felt it was excessive. Not only was it unfair to Ye Fan, who wasn't a professional, but even for professional painters, it would be difficult to create a painting that matched the mood of the moment based solely on a few poems.

If Ye Fan couldn't draw it or drew it badly, Mo Ziyan would have a reason to make things difficult for him. It could be considered a way to vent the anger of the few sisters today.

Even if Ye Fan miraculously passed, he would definitely not be able to answer his third question. He would never have thought that the third question was actually related to his painting.

But I definitely won't tell him now, this time I see you still haven't lost.

Ye Fan took a deep look at Mo Ziyan. He had to admit that among the many female guests, her question was the most profound and difficult to answer. If it were an ordinary person, she would definitely be taken down on the spot. Even he felt a little helpless.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to breathe a word, staring at this side with anticipation. Each one of them felt secretly pleased; this time, that kid was definitely going to be stumped.

Well, looks like I'll have to show you what I can do again.

Someone had already prepared paper and a pen for Ye Fan beside him, it was still the same brush he used when he was drawing earlier.

Ye Fan gripped the brush, and with a swish, he drew beautiful and domineering curves on the paper. With each stroke, a scene came to life – a thatched cottage, a spring peach blossom, a rocky mountain, or a flowing stream.

The entire painting flowed seamlessly, coming together effortlessly.

Ye Fan again stuck the pen in his hand to the inkstone, and suddenly took a deep look at Mo Ziyan, staring without blinking for nearly ten seconds.

Mo Ziyan was also watching Ye Fan draw, mesmerized. Suddenly, she felt the deep affection in his gaze, and her face flushed slightly, awkwardly saying, “What are you looking at”

But Ye Fan didn't answer her. Suddenly, his pen started moving again in his hand. He continued to write under the peach tree, and with a few strokes, a woman who seemed untouched by the world appeared on the canvas. The woman in the painting had captivating eyes, a radiant gaze, an elegant bearing, and peerless beauty.

It seems like she is either missing her beloved or lamenting the sadness of flowers falling, unable to do anything about it. In any case, that look in Mo's eyes, that melancholy posture, I feel pity for her.

And most surprisingly, the woman in the painting looked exactly like Mo Ziyan.

It's exactly the same, like they were carved from the same mold.

However, the Mo Ziyan in the painting wears a look of profound sorrow, adding to her feminine and delicate beauty.

Looking at this painting, not only the bystanders, but even Mo Ziyan herself, was completely lost in admiration.

"Sex"

Suddenly, someone clapped their hands, and then more and more people joined in. Soon, almost everyone was applauding. Although they were envious of Ye Fan's good luck, when they saw him create such a wonderful painting, they couldn't help but applaud him sincerely.

The applause thundered on, showing that they had transformed from hostility towards Ye Fan at the beginning to complete respect.

Mo Ziyan seemed to not hear the applause around her at all. She didn't tell Ye Fan to continue answering her third question either. Instead, she stared blankly at the painting of herself, her eyes gradually becoming distant and hazy.

Lao Mo, seeing his daughter like this, couldn't help but worry for her. Suddenly, he waved his hand, silencing the applause around him. Still in that low, rumbling voice, he said: "Zi Yan, quickly come up with the third question."

He said that, which could be considered as acknowledging Ye Fan's painting. This second question has been passed.

Mo Ziyan only then woke up as if from a dream. Ye Fan's paintings were for all to see, and she couldn't refute them.

Although she was already deeply impressed by Ye Fan's talent, she couldn't let him win. This concerned the reputation of her father's calligraphy and painting association. The prestigious calligraphy and painting association had been challenged by an unknown young man who defeated ten guests in a row. If this spread, it would mean that the Linhai Calligraphy and Painting Association had no talented artists.tacted the Li and OuYang families. They said they would stop the attacks, but only if OuYang Yingliang took charge of the OuYang family. 。They will help the Ouyang family fight against the Yuwen famil...