Even for Yunting, Du Ziyuan had no plans to release water. Drawing comics is not an easy thing, especially when you have to learn from scratch. Without the support of talent, perseverance and interest, painting will only be a torture for painters.


    Because it is a painting training course run by Shanfeng, it is unimaginable that many people come to sign up. There are even people who come from abroad to join a force in Aolan country.


    Du Ziyuan didn''t have the patience to assess one by one, so he simply came to an audition first.


    "Everyone draws one of their most confident paintings, which is limited to 3 hours. When it is finished, it will be reviewed by me."


    The people of Tiangang sect immediately distributed paper and pens to all candidates, and arranged a huge examination room for candidates to draw. The audition was decided by Du Ziyuan temporarily. If it was someone else, he might be in a hurry, but Pei Mingyang, who has been working with him for nearly a year, won''t. He had expected that Du Ziyuan salted fish could not have such patience, so there would be an audition. The table, paper and pen were prepared several days in advance.


    Yunting also started painting. As a princess, she didn''t have any privileges. At least she didn''t have to go out to bask in the sun with others and began painting directly in front of Du Ziyuan.


    Du Ziyuan glanced a little and found that Yunting didn''t seem to be bored. Du Ziyuan quietly pulled Pei Mingyang to his ear and asked, "are those clothes I gave you useful?"


    "How dare you say!" Pei Mingyang gnashed his teeth in anger. "If I hadn''t beaten you, I''d like to press you now, strip off your clothes, and let you taste the taste of wearing a belly pocket!"


    "Eh... What a deep resentment," Du Ziyuan stepped back and smiled, "just admit your fate. You look so good. You are born for women''s clothes. Anyway, you are all cloth. What to wear is not to wear? Loveliness is all justice."


    Pei Mingyang said, but he just said to him angrily, "you are so wicked, you will be punished sooner or later."


    "Retribution? Hey, it doesn''t exist."


    ……


    Three hours later, hundreds of paintings were held in front of Du Ziyuan.


    Du Ziyuan first saw Yunting''s painting. She painted her father, the emperor. At the level of a child, it was very good, so Du Ziyuan let her pass. As for the others, they all painted vividly, but it was a pity that they were too crafty. Du Ziyuan knew that they were the kind of painters who had systematically studied painting and had a fixed style.


    If this type of painter has talent, he can still make good achievements. Unfortunately, Du Ziyuan didn''t have the mind to identify them one by one, so this type was directly eliminated. Just now, there are only about 200 of the hundreds of paintings left.


    Among the more than 200 photos, very few of them were also pass. Those who can come to this registration are confident in themselves. It is obvious that they came up with such bad works to try their luck. Du Ziyuan is too lazy to talk to them.


    Finally, Du Ziyuan looked at the images of the 200 candidates again.


    "Don''t, don''t, don''t... this can, this can... This don''t..." Du Ziyuan''s hand slid on the Lingguang jade and almost decided to go or stay at a glance. More than half of the 200 people were lost in an instant, leaving less than 50 people.


    The elders of Miaozhu peak on one side were confused. They couldn''t understand the criteria that Du Ziyuan had just deleted. It has nothing to do with the quality of painting, identity and background, or even nationality.


    "Mountain breeze teacher." Pei Yue couldn''t help opening his mouth.


    "Huh? Something?" Du Ziyuan looked at him.


    "Well... What are the criteria for your deletion this round? Why can''t I understand it?"


    Without waiting for Du Ziyuan to answer, Pei Mingyang pulled him: "Dad, haven''t you seen it?"


    "What do you see?" not only Pei Yue, but also others looked at Pei Mingyang. Sure enough, only editors know their author best?


    Pei Mingyang looked at Du Ziyuan and said with some contempt: "he just left the good-looking ones and eliminated all the unsatisfactory ones."


    "What?!"


    Including the emperor, I didn''t expect that this cartoon still depends on the face?


    "Mr. Shanfeng, is that so?"


    Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Du Ziyuan shrugged: "I will often meet them in the future. Can''t I choose some pleasing ones?"


    "Er... Of course, no problem." [your own training class, who dares to say no?]


    People can only sympathize with those who have been deleted because of their appearance. However, in terms of publicity, a handsome and beautiful painter is obviously more gimmicky than a plain painter, so they don''t dislike Du Ziyuan''s choice too much.


    The remaining talents officially entered the selection stage. Du Ziyuan divided them into 10 groups with 4 to 5 people in each group.


    He said to these young girls, "my training class doesn''t need too many students. It''s almost 10, so next you will have one final winner in each group, and the others will go back to their homes."


    "What!?" the candidates were stunned.


    Immediately, a hostage asked, "Mr. Shanfeng, didn''t you say that the number of the training class is 30? Why is it so much less all at once?"


    Du Ziyuan looked and found that the questioner was Yunting''s cousin and the grandson of Da Sima. Probably because he was a member of the royal family, he was more confident than others and was the first to question Du Ziyuan.


    Du Ziyuan didn''t play the trick of getting rid of me if you dare to question. He just looked at him and said, "what? Don''t you have the confidence to stand out among the five people?"


    "That''s not true," the boy looked at the other four in the group. "I''m sure I''ll win."


    "What does it matter to you that I choose a few people?"


    The teenager was run by Du Ziyuan. He didn''t say anything, but replied without thinking: "of course, it doesn''t matter. Most of the people here are from Aolan country. If there are more excellent painters, our country''s cartoon industry will be much ahead of other countries. What is beneficial to the country is my pursuit!"


    "Oh, patriotic boy," Du Ziyuan smiled, "what''s your name?"


    "Jiang Yi!"


    "All right, Jiang Yi, you can go out." Du Ziyuan pointed to the gate and said.