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First, he took away his own granddaughter, so everyone in the audience could wait for him. After that, he arrogantly reprimanded all the young talents present after he came, and now, he even deliberately destroyed his brush, using it to make people flatter him. This was simply too much of an exaggeration.

As a scholar, one had to be gentle like jade. It was difficult for a person like Chu He to have any achievements, and this kind of person wanting to marry his own granddaughter was simply wishful thinking!

"Father, don't be angry yet. Maybe little brother Chu can make a good work of this. It's better for you to take a look first."

City Lord Zhao knew his father's violent temper was the kind that would explode at the slightest bit, and said while smiling bitterly.

"With his grandiose personality, how could he possibly produce such a masterpiece? Just throw this work into the trash can so it won't dirty my eyes!"

When Elder Zhao saw that his son was still speaking up for Chu He, he became even more angry for a moment, and his tone became even more unrestrained.

Just as he was about to retort, he heard Zhao Xuner's voice suddenly ring out.

"Suddenly, as if a spring breeze had arrived, a thousand trees and ten thousand pear blossoms blooming."

Zhao Xuner picked up Chu He's work and read out the poem aloud.

"Hahaha ?" Elder Zhao took snow as the title, Chu He, is your brain damaged? and actually wrote about the scenery in the spring. "

Just as Zhao Xuner finished speaking, an untimely laugh came out, the one laughing was none other than Sun Yi.

"Ignorant child, shut up!"

At the moment, Elder Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank, her body swayed and she almost fainted. Then, she crawled and rolled over to Chu He's work and snatched the work from her granddaughter's hands.

"Suddenly like a spring wind, thousands of trees and pear blossoms, it is truly wonderful!

This poem did not mention a single word about snow. Instead, it made the silver winter snow jump onto a piece of paper. It was a godly work, a godly work! "

Elder Zhao's hand that was holding the xuan paper was trembling uncontrollably as he continuously wiped the sweat off his hand, afraid that the sweat would stain this sacred work of his.

He had originally thought that Chu He was a person who sought the favor of the masses, but now, he suddenly felt like he had become immensely reverent. He probably wouldn't be able to write such a poem in his entire life.

"There is actually someone who can use a wooden stick to write such an exquisite character. With each stroke, he has the power to cut through iron, his entire body is vigorous, his body is tight, and it fully combines the characteristics of a wooden stick to write. Not to mention a poem, just this character alone is enough to shock the heavens!"

Just a moment ago, he had only noticed the subtlety of the poem and had ignored the extraordinary handwriting. Now that he looked closely at it, he felt extremely astonished.

Chu He scratched his head doubtfully, wasn't he just imitating the writing style of the willow body? However, using his cultivation of a level 4 painter, he was able to imitate at least seventy to eighty percent of the charm of the willow body.

Just then, Sikong Bai who was at the side finished his own work, and said with a face full of pride: "Elder Zhao, junior's work is also finished, take a look."

However, the Elder Zhao completely didn't notice that someone was calling him. It was only until someone beside him reminded him that he finally realized, "Okay ? Let me take a look. "

"Oh ?"

Elder Zhao immediately took a glance at Sikong Bai's work, and then stopped looking, continuing to study the work in his hands, unable to extricate himself.

Although Sikong Bai's works looked good, but compared to people, they had to die. Compared to Chu He's, this was like a pile of shit!

Sikong Bai was stunned on the spot. What does "oh" mean, is it good or not good?

"Elder Zhao, oh, what does that mean? Does it mean that he won on my behalf?"

Just now, Sikong Bai was immersed in his own Spiritual World, and hadn't noticed anything happening in the outside world.

However, he had never thought that he would lose. He had already reached the level of a rank 2 painter at such a young age. Even the emperor had called him a genius in painting. His future achievements would be limitless.

"Sigh ?" I declare that the victor of this competition is Chu He. "

After all, this Sikong Bai's father was the Heavenly Abyss King. If he could marry his granddaughter to, his own family would be like chickens and dogs rising to the sky.0

However, the disparity between the two parties was too great. Even if he wanted to side with them, he could not say it out loud.

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