Nine Stars Killer Chapter 685: A stunning work

　　 The time for a cup of tea soon passed, Ye Feng stood up slowly, and Tang Liangyun walked in front of Ye Feng on purpose.

　　 "Ye Feng, do it with confidence and your family will always support you!"

　　 Ye Feng has a black line. Now he has won two games in a row. Even if the last two games are lost, the Tang family can’t lose anything. Now he stepped up to comfort himself. He didn’t start the game with a cautious attitude, thinking that Ye Feng would definitely lose.

　　 "Thank you elder!"

　　Although Ye Feng knew clearly in his heart, he still expressed his gratitude. At least when the family came, he did not blame him, but supported himself. This made Ye Feng quite moved.

　　 From the very beginning, Ye Feng didn't plan to use the resources of the Tang family, but no one knew about it except he knew it. They all believed that the Tang family was Ye Feng's backing.

　　 "Who will play in the third pass!"

　　 Ye Feng came to the middle of the painting boat, and asked the Zhong family camp, the third level is also the literary talent level, this level is relatively not difficult, who says that the cultivator is the eldest person, and some people know how to write and dance.

　　 "Patriarch, let me come!"

　　 At this time, a disciple took the initiative to ask, planning to play.

　　 "Well, it's up to you!"

　　 Zhong Yang glanced at the man who invited Ying and nodded.

　　"Zhong Shuang, you have to win this round, otherwise our Zhong family will be very passive."

　　 Zhongli looked at the disciple Yingying, with a serious and earnest tone.

　　 "Don't worry, elder, I will definitely defeat my opponent and save the honor for the family!"

　　's name is Zhong Shuang, who has a confident look on his face. In terms of literary talent, he is confident.

　　 Both sides stood still, Zhong's eyes were very gloomy, and he held a fan in his hand, which also smelled of books, but unfortunately there was a sense of hostility on his body.

　　 "I have a painting here. You both write a poem and attach it to the painting. In the end, whose poem is closer to the meaning of the painting, naturally is the winner!"

　　 The third level is to write a poem. Elder Guo took out a painting from his arms, placed it on the case, spread it out, and painted a huge mountain on it. On the huge mountain, a giant pine tree stands proudly. Standing promotion means pointing directly to the sky.

　　 When the two looked at this painting, no one dared to write it lightly. Once they wrote it, there was no room for regret. They kept thinking about it. The time limit is a stick of incense.

　　 Many people around were talking about how to write poems if they were replaced by them.

Does 　　 describe mountain peaks, green pine trees, or both.

　　 This will give everyone a difficult problem. If you describe a mountain, it will naturally deviate from the topic. If you describe Cangsong, it will be a partial topic. So the seemingly simple poem inscribes it, but many people are embarrassed.

　　 Time is passing by a little bit. If you don’t lift the pen anymore, the time will be too late. Zhong Shuang picked up the prepared brush, dipped it in ink, swiped the pen, and began to write a poem in the lower left corner of the painting.

　　 "The taller is three thousand feet tall, and the lower one thousand feet low, like wild things, I don't know who will plant it!"

　　Zhong double-lifted pen inscribed, five-character quatrains, but also appropriate, describing high mountains, low mountains, and green pine. I don’t know who planted it.

　　 There is less than one-third of a stick of incense left, and Ye Feng is still looking down in thought.

　　 Very few people in the Tang family showed a sneer, most of them were secretly anxious. Zhong Shuang was done, no matter what, it’s better to write a song, it’s better than nothing.

　　 Looking at the sandalwood burning to the end, everyone's hearts were lifted, because at this time Ye Feng suddenly lifted the pen, dipped in the ink, and at a very fast speed, like a dragon flying and phoenix, the pen wandering around, here The lower right corner of the picture is inscribed with poems.

　　 In the blink of an eye, the verse was formed, the sandalwood was burned to the end, the last drop of incense ash fell, Ye Feng also put down the pen in his hand, and some cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

　　 Everyone stood up and walked towards the case. The first person to walk towards the case was Mr. Guo. He paused for a few breaths on each of the two poems, and finally settled on Ye Feng's poem.

　　"Wonderful, wonderful, and the time should be the scene!"

　　It is not Mr. Guo who speaks, but a large merchant. This person can be regarded as a literati. He is proficient in some arts and sciences. I don't know whose poetry he is evaluating.

　　The people who were close to him were big people. As for those disciples, they could only stand far away and couldn't see what they were writing.

　　"The sentence mentioned mountains, peaks, scenery, pine, and even more rarely, artistic conception, and the ambition of Lingyun!"

　　 This time it was an elder of the Mo family who touched his beard, and even the Mo family, who had never interfered in the world, spoke out. It seemed that he was also attracted by one of the poems.

　　"Good poems, good poems, even if the poetry fairy is alive, you can't write such a timely sentence!"

　　 This time it's Tang Tian's turn to praise. Although there is something to show off, it is indeed attracted by the meaning of the poem.

　　 Only the old man Guo stroked his beard lightly and never spoke. He looked at the Zhong family and found that the faces of the Zhong family were all green.

　　"What do you think!"

　　 Old man Guo did not speak, so he looked around and asked everyone for their opinions.

　　"What you see is poetry. The real meaning should be above the momentum. The whole spirit and spirit are all integrated into the poem. The pen walks around the dragon, like a dragon going out to sea, every word has the air, especially This loose character seems to be alive."

　　 This time it was the Lan Family Patriarch who was speaking, and he was also complimenting him, which is rare.

　　 At this time, everyone reacted and looked at the sentence carefully, and found that the pine character was swaying, like a giant tree, standing tall and tall on a giant mountain.

　　 Old man Guo smiled slightly, and finally someone knew the goods. Those people just commented on poems, and they didn't even notice this.

　　"Wonderful, wonderful, really eye-opening!"

　　 The face of the big businessman whom he began to evaluate was almost all pasted on the painting, wanting to see what happened.

　　"The five old peaks in the southeast of Lushan Mountain, the green hills cut out golden hibiscus. The beauty of Jiujiang can be gathered, and I nest here in Yunsong. People did not know Lingyun wood, and waited until Lingyun began to rise!"

　　 Tang Liangyun read the poem written by Ye Feng loudly, and all the people around him heard clearly.

　　 "Miao Miao Miao..."

　　 There were bursts of witty words all around, all attracted by this verse.

　　 Everyone present was amazed, only Ye Feng, a black line, was squeezed out and retreated directly outside.

　　"Brother, I didn’t expect your literary talent to be so good. It seems that I have been worried for nothing!"

　　 Watching Ye Feng retreat, Tang Yan rarely smiled on her face. Not surprisingly, Ye Feng won this round, and the Tang family won three in four games. Even if the last game was lost, the Tang family would make a lot of money. Full.

　　 "Blindly written!"

　　 Ye Feng curled his lips. This is just a poem he borrowed from a previous life. If people know it, I don’t know how he would feel, but at this moment, Ye Feng would not say that he was killed.

　　 At this time, they can no longer use facial expressions to describe the emotions of the Zhong family, and all of them are downcast and have to admire Ye Feng's poem.

　　 "Ahem..."

　　 Old man Guo coughed a few times at this time. Those who were on the case were all together, and found that they were a little gaffe. At their current state, they were gaffe in front of so many juniors.

　　"Gaffes..."

　　 Many people felt that they were gaffes, and quickly put away their embarrassment, and sat down safely.

　　"Everyone can judge this round!"

　　 Mr. Guo doesn't make a statement, he must first seek other people's opinions on everything.

　　"Ye Feng's poem is impeccable and deserves to be won. It can be said to be a stunning work!"

　　 The big merchant said without hesitation, and soon a few cold eyes gathered on him, and he shrank his neck quickly, not daring to speak.

　　 "Today's game is not allowed to have any threats, everything is fair, and anyone who dares to tell lies will have trouble with the old."

　　 Old man Guo was a little angry. The look in the Zhong family's eyes was obviously threatening, and these big merchants didn't dare to offend the Zhong family.

　　 With the words of Mr. Guo, the Zhong family has become more restrained and dare not show a fierce light.

　　 Around the big merchants and some disciples began to comment, and this poem by Ye Feng has been pushed to a new height.

　　 "Now I announce that Ye Feng won the third round!"

　　 Listening to the discussion around, Mr. Guo announced the result.

　　 Listening to the cheers of the Tang family, everyone in the Zhong family sat down softly, Zhong Yang's face was gloomy, and Zhong Li stared at Ye Feng with murderous eyes.

　　 Zhong Qiang is showing a trace of decadence. Today's events are all caused by him. If it were not for his aggressiveness, he would not lose three games in a row.

　　 But now that complaining can't solve the problem, the key is the last round, whether you can get back one sentence, even if you lose two games, based on the Zhong family's background, you still can't hurt your muscles.

　　"Everyone, take a break and go to the fourth round!"

　　 is almost late at night~ IndoMTL.com~ The cold autumn wind blows through, but the mood of everyone is indelible. At this time, the interest is higher. There are more and more people watching around, and the city of fire has almost become an empty city. All gathered here.

　　 Feeling the eager gaze around, Ye Feng's expression is still very natural, talking and laughing with the Wang Ziao and Tong Shen beside him, and those Tang family disciples stepped forward to show their favor at this time.

　　 There were only a dozen people standing in the corner, their expressions gloomy. It was Tang Lei who saw Ye Feng's winning streak. Tang Lei couldn't sit still, and wanted to go up and kill Ye Feng.

　　 "Ye Feng, relax at the last level, don't have any pressure!"

　　 Tang Liangyun still walked over, at this moment, his face was full of spring breeze, with a smile on his face.

　　 Even Tang Qiu, who had been stern, couldn't understand his expression at this time. When he came to Huafang, Tang Qiu was hostile to Ye Feng, and now he began to change his attitude.

　　 Tang Tian nodded to Ye Feng with a smiled eyes, so that he would not have any worries, just do it.

　　"The disciple understands that he will certainly not let down the family!"

　　 In any case, the family did not abandon him after all, which made Ye Feng a little touched.

　　"The fourth round begins now!"

　　 take a break for tea time, the fourth round begins, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the last round should be tested is painting.

　　 Ye Feng stood up and walked toward the middle of the painting boat. Someone has already arranged two cases with various paints on them, and prepared one-meter-long rice paper.

　　"Zhong Wuyan, you go!"

　　 Zhong Yang spoke at this time, and from among the Zhong family disciples, a young woman stood up and walked towards the center of the field.

　　 In the fourth round, the Zhong family sent out a woman, who looked mediocre, very enchanting, and exuded a strong powdery air.