already trembling with fear and had a pale face, closed his eyes and fainted."You're courting death! He's Chen Jianhui's younger brother!" At this moment, a young man who had been standing beside Ch...Just at this moment, Ye Fan suddenly walked towards him. Ma Xiaobai was startled, "Brother, you're back Did you lose so quickly No wonder, Mo Ziyan is said to have an IQ of 180. Even I am not her opponent. It's already very good that you lasted this long."

Yet, Ye Fan didn't care about him at all. He snatched the mineral water from his hand and took a gulp.

Then, turn around and leave.

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

Ye Fan ignored him, pushing Ma Xiaobing aside and walking towards Mo Ziyan.

Mo Ziyan watched Ye Fan go back and forth, still holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand. Her face sank at once.

"What is he doing" someone shouted from below.

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

The crowd was astonished. Had he gone mad

But the next moment, they closed their mouths in astonishment, for they saw that on each sheet of paper, which had been blank a moment before, several characters were now faintly visible.

And when Ye Fan had sprayed the entire sheet of white paper, it revealed its original appearance.

It was quite unexpected, however, to find that the paper wasn't a painting at all, but a poem.

In the Peach Blossom Grove, there is a Peach Blossom Hermitage. Beneath the Peach Blossom Hermitage lives the Peach Blossom Immortal. The Peach Blossom Immortal plants peach trees and sells peach blossoms for wine money.

The handwriting was neat and tidy, but lacked power. Ye Fan thought to himself, this must be written by Mo Ziyan. It's just because of the time constraints, it wasn't written very beautifully, but it was still neat and tidy.

Ye Fan also recognized these lines of poetry. They were from Tang Bohu's "Taohua An Song." There were several more lines following, the most famous being: “Others laugh at me for being too eccentric, I laugh at others for not seeing through me.” Could it be that Mo Ziyan was about to test him on poetry and literature

"Mo Ziyan, do I have to read this out loud" Ye Fan was actually quite lucky to be able to decipher the painting.

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

“No, it’s alright.” Mo Ziyan felt her lips were slightly parched. She really hadn't expected Fan Ye to be able to break through her secret technique. After all, she had learned it from an ancient book, and ordinary people wouldn't even think of using water to break it. Could it be that Fan Ye also knew this secret technique

Mo Ziyan quickly came to her senses and said, "Below is the second question. I think you also know the source of this poem. Now, please imagine yourself as Tang Bohu and paint the mood described in the poem."

After Mo Ziyan finished speaking, her eyes were filled with a smile again. She was really ruthless, and she felt it herself. To be fair, not only was it unfair to Ye Fan, who wasn't a professional, but even for professionals, it would be difficult to paint a picture that captured the mood of the time based on just a few lines of poetry.

If Ye Fan can't draw it or draws poorly, Mo Ziyan will have reason to make things difficult for him, which is also a way to give today's sisters some relief.

Even if Ye Fan managed to pass the first two questions, he wouldn't be able to answer the third. He would never have guessed that the third question was related to his painting.

But I definitely won't tell him that now, this time I think you're not losing

Ye Fan took a deep look at Mo Ziyan. He had to admit, among all the female guests, her question was the most profound and difficult to answer. If it were anyone else, she would definitely have been taken aback on the spot. Even he himself felt a little out of his depth.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to breathe a word, staring intently at this side. Each one had a smug look on their face, thinking that this time, the kid would definitely be unable to answer.

I guess I'll have to show off my skills again.

Someone had already prepared paper and a pen for Ye Fan by the side, still the same brush he used when he was drawing just now.

Ye Fan held the brush in his hand, and with a sweep, he drew beautiful and domineering curves on the paper. With each stroke, a scene appeared: a thatched cottage, spring peaches, rocks, or flowing water.

The whole painting is flowing and natural, coming together effortlessly.

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

Mo Ziyan also watched Ye Fan paint, looking at him as if she were entranced. Suddenly, she felt the affectionate gaze and her face blushed slightly. She said unnaturally, "What are you looking at"

Ye Fan didn't answer her, suddenly his pen moved again in his hand. Under the peach tree, he wrote furiously. With a few strokes, a woman who seemed untouched by earthly affairs appeared in the painting. The woman in the painting had captivating eyes and a radiant gaze, with an extraordinary bearing and unparalleled elegance.

It seems like she's either missing her lover or lamenting the sorrow of flowers falling and fading. Whatever it is, her eyes are filled with longing, and her posture is full of dejection. I feel pity for her.

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

They are exactly alike, like they were carved from the same mold.

The only difference is that in the painting, Mo Ziyan appears incredibly heartbroken, yet this adds to her feminine allure.

Seeing this painting, not only outsiders, but even Mo Ziyan herself, was intoxicated.

"Sex"

Suddenly, someone clapped their hands, followed by more applause. Then, almost everyone was clapping, cheering for Ye Fan. Although they envied Ye Fan's good fortune, when they saw him create such a painting, they couldn't help but applaud sincerely.

The applause continued for a long time, showing that they had completely changed their initial hostility towards Ye Fan into respect.

Mo Ziyan seemed to not hear the applause around her, nor did she ask Ye Fan to continue answering her third question. Instead, she stared blankly at the painting of herself, her eyes gradually becoming hazy.

Lao Mo, standing beside her, saw her daughter's appearance and couldn't help but worry for her. Suddenly, he waved his hand, silencing the applause around him. His voice was still low and steady as he said, "Ziyan, quickly come up with the third question."

He said this, which is to say he has already acknowledged Ye Fan's painting. This second question has 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.

She was already deeply impressed by Ye Fan's talent, but she couldn't let him win. This concerned the reputation of her father's calligraphy and painting association. The prestigious calligraphy and painting association, being challenged by an unknown young man who defeated ten guests in a row, would spread rumors that there were no talented people in the Liming Calligraphy and Painting Association.uldn't itIf I had known this, I would have rather changed my clothes in Ding Ran's car just now, even though it was a bit cramped.Just as Ye Fan was feeling troubled, a figure suddenly dashed towards...