"The person who wants to participate in the painting can stand up now."

After talking to everyone, he also walked towards several cases.

When everyone stood up, there were about fifty or sixty people.

The servants placed their pens, ink, paper and inkstones one by one in front of everyone.

"Mr. Cai asked the question, and the scholars played chess pictures."

"When one of the chess players decides the winner and lose, I can't draw any pens, so let's start now."

After saying that, Li Zhi leaned over and drew on several tables.

When I saw him, I first looked at the chess player.

Then he used charcoal to draw a rough outline on the paper, calculated the proportions silently in his mind, and then started writing and drawing.

Time passed by bit by bit, and one of the chess games came to an end.

"Huh... I've given up."

One of them wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed his hands.

"Thank you, brother, for your mercy"

The person who played against him was also sweating profusely.

But he didn't care about wiping, but just stared at the chessboard with his eyes tightly, and finally sat on the ground as if he was defecated.

“When… when…”

A gong sounded, but Guo De saw that the two of them had decided to win.

Then he beat the gong to remind everyone who was painting that time had come.

"call……"

Li Zhi heard the sound of the gong and let out a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Holding the scroll in both hands, looking at his work, nodding with satisfaction.

At this moment, Guo Debian led a group of servants to collect the paintings.

After Li Zhi handed the painting to Guo De, he stretched and looked at the place where the game was played.

Although there are several groups of players who have decided the winner, most of them are still fighting hard to solve.

He shook his head when he saw this and thought, this was the first round, and he didn't know if he could decide a chess master today.

Just when Li Zhi was thinking about everything, Cai Yong was also seriously evaluating every painting he had.

I saw that every time he flipped through a painting, his face changed.

I saw that he sometimes smiled, but sometimes he frowned.

The most interesting thing is that there is a painting that actually makes him furious. I don’t know what kind of painting it is to make a good man like him angry.

He flipped through and was stunned when he saw a painting.

He held the scroll in both hands, staring blankly at the vivid figure on it, and was very shocked inside.

"Can you still draw like this?"

He murmured to himself in disbelief, and then as if he had thought of something, he quickly looked up at the painting and looked at the place where the name was written.

I saw two big words written on it crookedly
Chapter completed!