Early the next morning, a big news appeared in the Spring Equinox City:

The two subordinates of Prince Huazhu, one is as beautiful as a flower, and the other is wearing a mask all day long. In order to prove who is the most powerful subordinate of Prince Huazhu, the two launched a fierce battle. The two used the Spring Equinox City at night as their battlefield. After all, there was no one in the Spring Equinox City at night. But there was a place where the eight alleys of Prince Huazhu City were open all night, which was the Eighth Hutongs in the Spring Equinox City. The two went there with fighting, causing a stir. Fortunately, Prince Huazhu arrived later to stop it. The losses caused this time were compensated by Prince Huazhu.

"Look, isn't this handled quite well?"

In a private room in a restaurant near the square, Lu Shuangyang and Qin Yunfei were sitting in it. Both of them felt a little uncomfortable crowded near the stage that day, so they now chose to watch it in the restaurant.

Both of them were holding tabloids in the restaurant that guests could watch casually, which also reported what happened in the Bada Hutong the night before. Of course, this matter had been decorated with bamboo paintings into another thing.

"You are said to be one of his subordinates, or to make trouble for something like stealing the best subordinate..." Qin Yunfei looked at the small report.

Lu Shuangyang smiled and shrugged: "His subordinate is called Yue Feiyang, Yue Feiyang wants to compete for the best subordinate. What does it have to do with me, Lu Shuangyang?"

Qin Yunfei rolled her eyes slightly. Of course, he knew that the name Lu Shuangyang reported to Hua Zhu was Yue Feiyang, but isn’t Yue Feiyang the same person as you Lu Shuangyang? According to what Lu Shuangyang said just now, Lu Shuangyang and Yue Feiyang are two people... Why does this sound a bit strange?

In a private room in another restaurant, there was a middle-aged man with a slightly fierce face and a man wearing a veil.

These two are the two altar masters of the Heavenly Thieves. The middle-aged man is the sword altar master, and the one wearing a veil is naturally the whip altar master who was stained by a bamboo painted on the night before.

Both of them saw today's tabloid newspapers. The master of the sword hall was enjoying it, while the master of the whip hall showed his fierce look as he looked at it, and finally even tore the entire newspaper to pieces...

"Hey, don't be so angry!" The master of the sword hall held back his laughter and persuaded the master of the whip hall. He was really afraid that the master of the whip hall would go out and kill all sides and smash the Painting Immortal Competition.

"Why did I become your subordinate? With your strength, I still think that you are useless to be my subordinate!" Although the whip master is not very quiet, he is not as irritable as he is now. He even said the claim of "I" like this. It seems that she is really angry about this incident and will she calm down for a while.

"Oh... no one can mess with her..." Although the master of the sword hall saw the master of the whip hall like this for the first time, this time it was enough to scare him. Being hated by this woman would definitely bring a lot of trouble. He was really silent for the prince of the painting bamboo.

...

It was dawn, and as usual, the Spring Equinox City was still drizzling.

"Hey, have you voted?"

"Of course I voted!"

"Which picture did you cast?"

"I cast a picture of a practitioner."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? All the paintings are called practitioners."

"Then which one did you cast?"

"A picture of a practitioner."

"Don't you say the same as mine?"

"I can't do anything! Although I voted, I don't know how to describe the painting I voted for."

Off the stage, the audience was talking about it. After all, the result of this competition was obtained by them, so everyone was talking about who to vote.

"I guess you have been waiting for a long time!"

As before, a sudden sound calmed the originally very noisy audience.

A man walked out of the competition committee building. The person who came was Chunyan, the host a few days ago, and he was still the host this time.

"I am still the host of this conference Chunyan!" Chunyan bowed slightly.

"After three days of fierce voting, the contestants who finally entered the last round of the Painting Fairy Competition have already been elected. I believe everyone wants to know whether the painting they like and the author have entered this round..." Chunyan looked like an old host.

"Stop talking nonsense! Announce the result quickly!"

"Yes! Announce the result quickly! I can't wait!"

"Ahem..." Faced with the voices of the masses, the host Chunyan was also a little embarrassed. "Since you are so anxious, I won't talk nonsense anymore! Now I will announce the promotional contestant."

Chunyan began to announce the promotions one by one. Every time a contestant's name was announced, the contestants with the corresponding name would come out of the committee building, and next to the contestant, a staff member would push their corresponding painting and walk out.

"Oh my God! It was the painting I cast, it advanced!"

"So the author of the painting I cast was this person!"

"Why haven't you seen the one I cast yet? Could it be that I haven't advanced!"

As the promotional contestants came out one by one, the audience in the audience became more and more excited... Among the promotional contestants, Chen Feifan and Ren Qiu were naturally among them.

"It's Xiao Huaxian. It turns out that the portrait I cast was painted by Xiao Huaxian!"

"No wonder it was so well drawn. It turned out that the painting was painted by Xiaohuaxian!"

"Ren Qiu..." Lu Shuangyang looked at Ren Qiu from afar. Is that guy Ren Qiu still so uninspired? He probably hasn't had a good rest these days!

"Are you worried about Ren Qiu?" Qin Yunfei seemed to have seen through Lu Shuangyang's thoughts.

Lu Shuangyang said: "Although this time the incident was something his mother did to hire those thieves to win the championship. But he himself didn't know about it... If he knew that his mother had done such a thing, he would be very sad."

"As long as the game goes on smoothly, no more problems will occur, then he will not know that his mother has done such a thing." Qin Yunfei said lightly.

Lu Shuangyang nodded. Indeed, as long as nothing happens, Ren Qiu doesn't need to know what his mother is doing.

However, although I stopped the Lord of the Whip Hall last night, the Painting Immortal Competition has not ended yet, and the Tianji people will definitely have follow-up measures.

...

"This is our ten promotional contestants. I wonder if there are any of them you selected that painting?" Chunyan asked.

"Oh my God! The painting I cast didn't advance, it's a pity."

"It's great that the painting I chose has advanced."

"The painting I chose was from the painting immortal Ren Qiu, and I have a really good vision."

Although everyone was talking about this result, they had no objection. After all, the people who came to participate in the Painting Immortal Competition were very high, and there were naturally wins and losses in the competition!

"Since we have met the contestants who have advanced! Then now we have invited our judges!"

The judges came out of the committee building. The only difference was that a person with a bandage on his face appeared.

"Why did that guy Huazhu... make such a outfit..." Lu Shuangyang was a little speechless. He obviously just made some band-aids and the like last night, but now he is going to make it look like this.

"Is that the Prince of Painting Bamboo?"

"It should be, even that set of clothes has not changed."

"What's wrong with Prince Huazhu? Why is gauze wrapped around his face..."

"Is Prince Painting Bamboo Disfigured?"

The female audience on the stage was also talking about this. Instead of paying attention to the Painting Fairy Competition, they paid more attention to what happened to their male god, the Prince of Bamboo.

"I'll explain it!" Chunyan looked at the female fans who were talking, "The night before! The two subordinates of Prince Huazhu fought to fight for a while, Prince Huazhu went to stop him, but accidentally injured Prince Huazhu's face!"

"No! Why is this like this!"

"Those subordinates should be punished well!"

"The Prince of Huazhu will not be disfigured and cannot be restored!"

Those female fans all looked tearful, and you can imagine how status the Prince of Huazhu is in their minds.

"Don't worry!" Chunyan explained, "We have invited the best doctor to see the prince, and have also given him the best medicine. We will recover in a few days!"

"That's good!"

The female fans also breathed a sigh of relief, as if a big stone pressed on their hearts had been put down.

Huazhu didn't say anything, but she bowed politely to everyone and sat down.

Lu Shuangyang looked at the painted bamboo with gauze wrapped around his face, and felt a little disagreeable, but he didn't understand what was going on.

"You actually hurt the prince like this. I remember this prince was quite handsome before." The master of the sword hall looked at Prince Huazhu and said.

"Haha," the owner of the whip star looked at Hua Zhu coldly, "This time he just cut his face. If that guy meets me again in the future, I will definitely not be as simple as cutting his face."

Although the owner of the whip hall was very unhappy with painting bamboo, she should have gloated about the painting bamboo bandage like this, but looking at the gauze on his face, I still felt a little strange. I did scratch a lot of injuries on his face last night, but those injuries were not deep, so there should be no need to be bandaged like this.

"Since the judges and contestants are all here, then let's prepare for this last round of competition right away!"

The ten contestants were all in their positions, but this time, they did not prepare ink except for paper and brushes.

Just as the contestants were confused, Chunyan came to: "I believe everyone is wondering why there was no ink prepared this time! Don't worry, please ask our staff to send our ink now!"

Ten staff members came out of the committee building, each holding a small basin the size of a palm in his hand, which contained almost the same amount of ink.

When the ink was delivered to the drawing tables of the contestants, the contestants were surprised because there was too little ink on the plate, and it was difficult to draw a picture with just this little ink.

"Just just a little ink, how can I draw a picture? Is this a difficult thing for me?" One of the contestants said dissatisfied.

Chunyan said calmly: "Don't worry, this contestant! Wait until I finish talking about the rules about this round first."

"Ahem," Chunyan cleared his voice, "As an excellent painting, if he wants to draw excellent paintings, he should not be limited by the painting materials. Even if there is less ink, a real immortal can use these limited ink to draw a truly good painting. So the rule of this last round is to use these limited ink to draw a painting that you think is the best."

Hearing this request, all the contestants, including Chen Feifan and Ren Qiu, frowned. Although the content of the painting was casually drawn, how could they really draw casually with only such a little ink? When it comes to drawing, you really need to think carefully about what to draw, and use limited ink to draw the best painting.

"There is no time requirement for painting this time, so please draw slowly... No, if you don't draw, it will be difficult for you to delay time. So, please stay within today," Chunyan continued, "Okay, you can start drawing."

Although Chunyan already said that he could start writing, none of the ten contestants started writing. After all, there was too little ink. It was a bit difficult to draw excellent paintings with limited ink... It was not right, it was very difficult.

"A truly smart person will draw slowly." Qin Yunfei said lightly.

"Indeed," Lu Shuangyang nodded, "because this drizzle will fall on the plate containing ink. Although this will make the ink a little thinner, the total amount of ink will increase, so that more ink can be drawn."

This is a very simple truth, but the so-called authorities are confused and bystanders are clear. Lu Shuangyang and Qin Yunfei, as bystanders, can easily think of this truth, but those contestants cannot think of so much about these things.
To be continued...