In the lounge of the committee building, Lu Shuangyang and Hua Zhu both looked solemn. If the guys from Tianji are really proficient in disguise and can get into the inspection team, will they disguise and do other things? For example, get into the judges?

"Did any of those judges have abnormal behavior?" Lu Shuangyang asked.

Hua Zhu shook her head: "I'm not very clear when you ask me. It was a sudden decision for me to join as a judge. I'm not very familiar with those judges, so I can't tell whether there are any abnormalities in them."

Lu Shuangyang pondered: "If those guys really sneaked into the judges, then for the final judgment, wouldn't it be said that anything would be said?"

This will not allow the game to be truly fair!

"The rain is about to stop!" Hua Zhu looked out the window, and the heavy rain outside was getting smaller and smaller, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated.

"When the rain reaches a certain level, the meeting will continue... Is there really no way?" Hua Zhu was also very anxious.

Lu Shuangyang suddenly said, "I have a way."

"Can you find out the guys hiding in the judges' Zhongtian Thief?"

"No, if they are caught out now, the meeting will be difficult to continue. I thought of a relatively fair and just way." Lu Shuangyang said, "But this matter must be left to you to arrange."

"Come and listen."

...

The rain was getting lighter and smaller, almost so small that it could go out on the street without having to hold an umbrella. People gathered around the already quiet stage again.

"The rain is getting lighter, so the Immortal Painting Competition should be able to continue!"

"Not necessarily, it depends on the official arrangement."

Just as everyone was talking, the host of this competition, Chunyan, the lord of the Spring Equinox City, walked out of the committee and stood in the middle of the stage.

"Let you wait for a long time!" Chunyan made his voice very loud through the mysterious energy, "The rain is getting lighter, and our Immortal Painting Competition can also be carried out as usual! First, please ask the staff to clean up our stage!"

With Chunyan's order, dozens of staff immediately ran out of the committee building, but they didn't take anything. They all came to the stage. At the same time, with a wave of their hands, a gust of wind swept across the stage, quickly cleaning up the stage, which was originally a bit messy due to the heavy rain.

"So amazing!" The audience in the audience was shocked and actually used this method to clean up the stage.

Lu Shuangyang had also returned to the stage with Qin Yunfei: "I actually used the Wind-attribute Xuanta practitioner to clean up the stage... It turns out that the Wind-attribute Xuanqi can still be used like this. Why not let Han Feng clean up, it should be very effective!"

"Do you know I'm saying that?" Han Feng's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Guess!" Lu Shuang turned his head with a sarcastic smile.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say you were stared at and couldn't get through?" Qin Yunfei asked.

Han Feng looked solemn: "Don't talk about this for now, do you know? The master of the sword hall just went to the private room next to me."

"The private room next to you?" Lu Shuangyang suddenly frowned, "Who is the private room next to you?"

Han Feng described the situation at that time. According to Han Feng's description, Lu Shuangyang concluded that he was in the bag.

The woman in the middle is Ren Qiu's mother. Lu Shuangyang was just guessing before, but now he is basically sure.

"A woman's son, it's not the painting immortal Ren Qiu!" Han Feng had not yet expressed his inference, and Qin Yunfei also made the same inference. After all, this is not difficult to guess, because among the remaining contestants, only Ren Qiu and Chen Feifan can be called sons. Chen Feifan ruled it out, and only Ren Qiu was left.

"Although the ultimate goal of causing trouble is to make him win, Ren Qiu himself should have no idea. It was all done by his mother himself." Ren Qiu said.

Qin Yunfei said seriously: "It doesn't matter who did it now. Didn't the master of the sword hall say that there is still a next plan. What is the next plan? How should we stop it?"

Lu Shuangyang shook his head: "It's hard for us to do anything now. I've just told Huazhu that maybe he will have a solution..."

After all, they are just audiences and cannot directly interfere with the competition, but Lu Shuangyang has already come up with an idea to Huazhu, hoping that his side will go smoothly.

...

After cleaning the venue, all the judges returned to their judges' seats. Lu Shuangyang noticed that Hua Zhu's expression was even more solemn than before, but this was normal. After all, I don't know if the judges around him were disguised thieves...

After the judges took their seats, all the contestants also came to their respective painting tables.

"Next, please send the painting tools!"

"Wait!" Hua Zhu suddenly interrupted Chunyan.

"Is there anything wrong with the Prince of Bamboo?" This was beyond Chunyan's expectations, because there was no such paragraph in the line given to him.

"I just went to the warehouse myself and selected fifty sets of good painting tools. Just use what I prepared!" Huazhu said seriously and did not allow anyone to refuse.

"Okay, just listen to Prince Painting Bamboo!"

Huazhu waved his hand slightly, and the ten guards brought by Huazhu came to the stage and gave the contestants the tools to draw.

These guards were brought by Huazhu from the emperor. After following Huazhu, Hua was very familiar with them. If there were any disguise, he would recognize them at once... He had personally checked all the tools himself, and people were their own people, so there should be no problems with the tools.

"Hmph, do you think this is enough?" The master of the sword hall snorted coldly in the stands. They had no intention of using the same technique in this round. After all, if you have used the trick once, it will not work if you use it again.

The tools were delivered to the hands of all contestants. Huazhu checked the tools. As Huazhu said, these painting tools were very good and were worthy of being selected by the prince himself.

"It seems that something happened in the previous round!" Seeing the solemn expression of Shuangyang at the bottom of the stage, coupled with the prince's specially prepared tools, it should be because of the situation in the previous round.

"Those guys from Tianzhe will definitely make trouble. What will happen this time..." Chen Feifan thought so.

"Since you all have the tools I have prepared, let me explain the rules of this round!" Chunyan said in a loud voice. Chunyan took out the incense burner again and inserted a huge incense on it. "It's still the time for a stick of incense. During this period, you must draw a painting that meets the proposition according to the proposition. Then write down your name in the lower right corner of the painting, and give this picture to the practitioner.

Interpretation of painting.”

"Listen to you!" Chunyan shouted, "The proposition is: Cultivator!"

"Bang!" As soon as Chun Yanhua finished speaking, she snapped her fingers in her hand. A ball of flame ignited the incense in the incense burner. "Please start drawing with all contestants."

"Are you a practitioner?" Lu Shuangyang was also thinking when he heard this proposition, "This proposition is too broad and there are too many things that can be used to express this word. How to draw a painting that can impress the judges must draw a unique practitioner."

"You actually know how to draw?" Qin Yunfei remembered Lu Shuangyang said that he would not know how to draw.

Lu Shuangyang said: "I don't know how to draw, but I know how to practice. Since the theme is a practitioner, I can naturally say a few words."

...

Although the fragrance was ignited, none of the contestants on the stage started writing, and all of them fell into deep thought.

As Lu Shuangyang said, there is too much content for practitioners, and it is really difficult to find the content that is most suitable for practitioners among the many contents.

"A practitioner?" Chen Feifan recalled everything he had experienced since he started practicing, and then a light of inspiration appeared, "I have it! I know what to draw!"

Chen Feifan took the lead in starting to take action. After Chen Feifan started to take action, many contestants also started to take action.

On Ren Qiu's side, he looked at the blank drawing paper in front of him, and he fell into deep thought... He really didn't know what to draw!

When Ren Qiu was a child, because his family was just an ordinary grocery store, it was already good to make a living, so there was no resource to practice. After Ren Qiu became famous, his life improved, and he did think about practicing, but his mother asked him to keep drawing, saying that he could draw well and he didn't have to practice.

Therefore, Ren Qiu can be said to be ignorant of practice, let alone asked him to draw a painting titled "Cultivator".

"What to do..." Ren Qiu was very anxious. If this continued, he would be really going to be wiped out.

"What exactly are practitioners... practitioners... practitioners?" Thinking of this, a figure suddenly flashed through Ren Qiu's mind.

"Is the practitioner like him?" Ren Qiu murmured to himself.

"That's it!"

Ren Qiu no longer thought about it. He picked up the brush and started drawing. Although he had limited knowledge of practitioners, the practitioner he had met recently was that person...

"Half of time has passed!" Chunyan announced loudly.

"alright!"

Unlike the last round, Chen Feifan was a contestant who completed early this time.

"The next step is to interpret the practitioner!"

Chen Feifan took out another pen, which was specially used for writing.

"This is my interpretation of practitioners!"

Chen Feifan did not hesitate too much, because he had been practicing for so many years, and he had already had his own answer to what a practitioner is.

Chen Feifan picked up the painting and sent it to the judges' seat.
Chapter completed!