My "bird"?

Still "bird"?

All the famous teachers in the room did not realize that the birds were gone and never returned, and thought that Elder Yun had other intentions. They all looked at his crotch and felt a chill.

It seems... Teacher Zhang only gave a lecture, does it have anything to do with your "bird"?

And, it seems like it’s still there!

A four-star famous teacher, in public, keeps asking others for "birds". It's really... so embarrassing!

Many of the famous female teachers’ faces were red and full of shame... Elder Yun studied calligraphy and painting. He was outstanding and personable. He looked quite serious and chic. Unexpectedly, he was still an old man without shame!

"No, Elder Yun was probably talking about those birds just now!"

Someone reacted.

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned.

"These birds seem to have become alive after listening to Master Zhang's lesson, breaking away from the shackles of the painting... and flying!" The man recounted his findings.

"Flying? This [Picture of Soaring Birds] is made up of birds. The most valuable and valuable ones are these birds that contain intelligence. Once they fly away... then there will be only white paper left...

…”

"Yes, that's why Elder Yun went crazy! This is a work of calligraphy and painting with spiritual wisdom, and it is priceless..."

"The treasure that I regard as life turns into a blank piece of paper...anyone would go crazy!"

…

After hearing the explanation, they understood what was going on. Everyone looked at each other and twitched the corners of their mouths.

Elder Wu and Elder Bai who were standing by the wall also looked at each other, their expressions twisted.

They were just injured and could be nursed back to health. This picture was the lifeblood of Elder Yun. It was completely destroyed. It would have been good if they didn't tear this guy to pieces on the spot...

"The lectures were so clever and so intelligent that they flew away..."

Mr. Ruohuan, who was full of pride just now and thought it was easy to get first place, even burst into tears.

I had secretly calculated before that if he lectured, he would definitely keep Lingzhi alive for more than ten minutes, but this guy... just let Lingzhi fly away and never come back...

I'll beat your lungs out!

Do you want to be so cruel?

If you play like this, how can others compare you? If you keep doing this, you will have no friends...

"Ahem, Elder Yun, calm down, calm down..."

Seeing that this always calm old friend seemed to be about to kill someone, Elder Su hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.

"Calm down? Calm down! This is what my calligraphy and painting teacher left for me. I still hope that I can study it every day and break through to a four-star calligraphy and painting master... How can I break through now?"

Looking down at the white paper on the table, Elder Yun gritted his teeth.

Who said it was just an assessment, very simple?

Come out and see if I don't beat you to death...

Just as I was going crazy with depression, I heard a slightly confused voice from the young man opposite: "You scared these birds away before I even finished my lesson... How can you calculate the time for me?"

In fact, not only Elder Yun was angry, Zhang Xuan was also a little depressed.

This old man is too unreliable!

He taught the calligraphy and painting of heaven and helped these spiritual intelligences gather strength. According to the truth, the complete transformation was completed. They could fly at will and stay as long as they wanted. Who knows... Before it was over, this guy yelled and asked himself to stop.

, so scared that the birds flew away.

Now it’s better, the way of heaven allows birds to fly, and I don’t know where they are. How can I count my grades?

What a loss if you lose because of this!

After all, a lot of effort has been put in...

"It's still time... What time is it when the pictures of birds flying are gone!"

Elder Yun almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

I’m your sister!

After destroying my baby, not only do you not feel a trace of guilt, but you are still thinking about your own assessment... Do you have a big heart, or is there something wrong with your brain?

"Ahem, Master Zhang, please stop saying a word. Only these birds are valuable in the Flying Birds Picture. If they fly away, it means the treasure is destroyed. Elder Yun... is in a bad mood, which is natural!"

When he came up to him, Hall Master Kang gave him some advice.

"The treasure was destroyed?" Zhang Xuan shook his head: "Since the scroll is still there, just paint those birds again. What's there to worry about?"

"That's a Six Realm work. Only a five-star calligrapher and painter can make it... It's unique to Wan Guo City. How can you paint it? You say it's easy!"

Seeing the opportunity, he stepped forward and scolded him. Master Ruohuan clasped his fists and looked at Hall Master Kang, saying righteously: "Teacher, the flying birds diagram has been destroyed, and those behind us cannot continue the assessment. I think this competition should be done in another way."

…”

The other party gave a lecture and his intelligence was extraordinary. If he continued to take this test, he would definitely not win, so he might as well take the opportunity to decline.

"Well, this is... a work that can show intelligence. The City of All Nations only has this one. Now that it's broken, you guys really can't test it anymore..."

Hall Master Kang nodded.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have let this guy take the exam first. Now, if the paintings are gone, the people behind will not be able to take the exam.

Smart retention is the best way to assess teaching. I don’t know of any good way to change it temporarily.

"If it really doesn't work, it's also fair to find students to teach, blindfold them so they don't know who we are, and don't even let them hear our voices..."

Mr. Ruohuan said.

"Don't worry, I'll discuss it with the other elders...ah? What's going on..."

Nodding, Hall Master Kang rubbed his brows and was worried about how to proceed, when suddenly his eyes glanced and he was startled.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that he was so rude, Mr. Ruohuan was stunned. When he followed his gaze, he almost jumped up. He couldn't take a breath and fainted on the spot.

I saw that the young man he had just scolded had arrived in front of the scroll at some point, holding a brush in each hand. The previously blank picture of birds flying was now filled with birds singing in harmony, exactly the same as before.

"Are all these birds back?"

The voice is a little hoarse.

"It's not that I can't come back...it's that...it was painted by Zhang Shigang!"

Fu Xiaochen's throat felt dry.

"Just drawing..." Mr. Ruohuan's body swayed.

This is a work from the spiritual realm, a masterpiece that can only be created by a five-star calligraphy and painting master...it can be drawn with just a brush. Is it true?

More importantly... even a five-star grandmaster would need several days to conceive, months to carve, and exhaust all his energy to create such a work... This guy is so good, I finished the painting before I even said a few words...

…

Do you want it to be so fast?

"What kind of brushwork did he use?"

I couldn't help it anymore, so I asked.

It takes dozens of breaths to create a painting. What technique can do it so quickly?

"Wandering dragons left and right..." Fu Xiaochen said.

"It's used by craftsmen on the street...it's a dragon that swims left and right..." Mr. Ruohuan's eyes darkened.

It doesn't matter if you use some advanced technology, I admire you...

The street craftsmen use the left and right dragons for mass production to draw... six-level works... Brother, you are not a three-star calligrapher and painter, you are a six-star or higher level!

It's ridiculous to hear that Lingzhi has survived, and he almost jumped up with joy, thinking that the other party who attacked first would definitely fail...

If I had known that he was such a powerful calligrapher and painter, I wouldn’t have even tried to show off!

"Okay, Elder Yun, I've redrawn your painting for you. It seems...it's not too difficult!"

Putting the brush and ink back into the storage ring, Zhang Xuan said calmly.

When I saw Elder Yun yelling and yelling, I thought it was a big deal. It was just a painting. The bird flew away and it was over with just one more painting. Is there any need to make such a fuss?

"this……"

Arriving in a hurry, Elder Yun lowered his head and looked at the picture in front of him.

After watching for a while, his lips trembled and he looked at the young man in front of him as if he were looking at a monster.

This picture is exactly the same as the one he had before. If the ink hadn't dried completely, I would have doubted whether everything before was just a dream.

After just looking at it for a while, I was able to copy it. Not only were the patterns the same, but the amount of ink used and how it was distributed were exactly the same, and the artistic conception was exactly the same...

How?
To be continued...