"You ......" Hearing the scolding, Zhang Jiuxiao's body shook and almost vomited blood.

He had just let the family study ink, and in the blink of an eye, the kung fu fell on him again...... This face hit too fast!

His face turned red, the fruit of the durian fell to the ground, and Zhang Jiuxiao was about to get angry, when he heard the other party's voice continue to sound.

"Why? I don't agree, I'm going to solve the seal, and so many people here must want to see it too...... It should be incumbent on such an important matter......"

His face turned black, and what Zhang Jiuxiao wanted to say was all held in his chest at the moment, and he couldn't say it anymore.

Seemingly...... This is what he said to the other party just now, and it is not bad at all......

Just now, I was in high spirits and pointed out the country, and now I ...... changed his identity, and his face was swollen.

"You can't live ...... your own iniquity"

was full of depression, but he also knew that he scolded the other party like that just now, and the other party said the same thing, which was understandable, and he was about to explode in anger, so he still came to him and began to study ink.

"Hmm!"

Seeing that he didn't say much, Zhang Hang nodded with satisfaction.

To tell the truth, he is not a person who holds grudges, because if there is a grudge, he will avenge it on the spot.

The other party's hostility towards him can be seen as soon as they meet, and since this is the case, there is no need to be a good person......

What's more, this guy's family still wants to marry Luo Ruoxi......

At the beginning, Feng Xun just confessed, and he was beaten into a pig's head, and he almost hung up, although he didn't know where this guy's family was, and his temporary strength was not qualified to make trouble, but ...... Don't hinder, collect some interest first.

Seeing that the other party had finished researching the ink, Zhang Hang was trying to get rid of the artistic conception of the painting with a brush, and his mind could enter, but suddenly his heart moved, and he looked up at President Meng Chong not far away.

"President Meng, I don't know if you have any calligraphy and painting books to carry with you here? The more the number of them, the better, find the most suitable point and activate the spirituality, so that the two can not hurt each other...... I want to see if there are any similar books that I can draw on!"

"Books from the Six Realms, Seven Realms?"

Unexpectedly, at this juncture, the person in front of him wanted to read a book, President Meng shook his head: "I don't have much on me, but the Calligraphers and Painters Guild is not far from here, I can go over and get some!"

"Then it's hard work......"

Zhang hung his fist.

"You're welcome!" answered, Chairman Meng Chong turned around and walked out of the room, not long after, came back again, flipped his wrist, and a pile of books fell in front of him, densely packed with tens of thousands of books.

He is the president of the Calligraphers and Painters Guild, and if he takes some books, no one will say anything.

Zhang Hang came to him, quickly scanned it, and then pretended to take out a book, opened it casually, and pretended to read it carefully, but in fact his consciousness entered the library.

"The Sixth and Seventh ...... of Heavenly Dao Calligraphy and Painting"

With a slight smile, he opened the sixth book that had just been formed.

He had only learned the fifth level, and although with the magic of the Heavenly Dao exercises, he could also make paintings at the level of spiritual wisdom, but in fact he had not learned the sixth level exercises.

Half an hour later, the sixth level of integration was completed.

Half an hour later, the seventh level was also comprehended.

Zhang Hang exhaled at this time, put down the book in his hand, and his eyes lit up.

At this moment, his understanding of calligraphy and painting has reached the peak of the seven-star, and is even comparable to the eight-star junior master of calligraphy and painting.

Zhang Shi...... Can you start?"

Seeing the person in front of him, he picked up an inconspicuous book and sat for an hour, the bronze mask full of anxiety.

"That's it!"

Nodding, Zhang Xuan took a deep breath, walked to the painting in two steps, and looked at it again.

If you say that the painting just now is completely incomprehensible, and it is all based on the defects given by the library, and you can understand it now, and now you can see what is going on.

"I'm going to start ......"

Without further ado, Zhang Hang's brush touched lightly on the inkstone, licked the pen, found the right position, and the pen fell gently.

Whew!

In the blink of an eye, a picture appeared in front of me, quietly suspended in mid-air, and did not fall.

"What a clever Void Advent Book!"

Seeing him painting, Meng Chong's pupils shrank on one side.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

is also a Void Linshu, Zhang Jiuxiao's just now is just a skin, and the one in front of him, which contains a beautiful artistic conception in it, has reached an extremely profound realm.

"Gao Ming, how do you compare to you?" the pastor on one side looked over.

"Honestly...... I'm far inferior to the other party's Void Books, every stroke has its own charm, giving people a sense of truth and illusion, as if it will be independent at any time and become a real thing...... I'm already infinitely close to the Eight Realms of Calligraphy and Painting, and I'm a lot worse than ......."

Meng Chong smiled bitterly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he also knew that the other party was too much beyond him.

No wonder I can see the problem of this painting at a glance, this kind of calligraphy and painting ability, Qingyuan Empire, I'm afraid no one can match it.

"This ......"

Seeing this scene, the corners of Zhang Jiuxiao's mouth twitched, and he felt that he was about to go crazy.

When I first met the other party, I said proudly that I wanted to give advice, and now I know that people are more clever than him in terms of treasure appreciation and calligraphy and painting......

Flaunting in front of connoisseurs...... It's a shame......

Whew!

In the shock of everyone, Zhang Hang's pen did not stop, and a portal-like pattern appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Portal?"

"What are you doing with portals?"

"You don't know, this landscape picture, in our opinion, is like a reflection outside the window, although it looks close, in fact, there is a certain distance...... If you want to get closer, there is only one way, open the door and come to you, otherwise, you will never be able to do it!"

......

Seeing what he had drawn clearly, everyone was shocked at first, and then suddenly realized.

The people present were all the pinnacle figures of Qingyuan City, although they couldn't see how the seal was solved, this method was still understandable.

The landscape map, to reach the realm of real and illusory, seems to be very close, in fact very far, if you want to enlighten the other party's spiritual wisdom, you can only do it when you come to the front, and naturally you need a portal......

Call!

The portal is finished, Zhang Hang retracts the pen, his eyebrows are raised, and his palm is pressed down sharply.

Crash!

The ink suspended in the air immediately fell on the scroll.

Bang!

With a roar, the mountains that were far away before immediately appeared in front of everyone's eyes, as if the door he had painted had opened the passage and everyone could directly enter the painting.

"Alright, I'm going to start ......"

After doing this, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at Wu Shi: "Wu Shi, please help me protect it!"

Although it is impossible for everyone to sneak attack, it is still necessary to be careful.

"Good!"

Wu Shi came to him.

Zhang Hang sat cross-legged on the ground, his spirit moved, and a thought walked in along the portal he had just drawn.

Entering the gate, I immediately felt a thick humidity, rushing to my face, and Zhang Xuan's mind moved forward quickly, and soon came to the halfway up the mountain.

The mountain peak shrouded in white clouds was pitch black, nothing could be seen, and entering it was like entering the night, Zhang Hang knew that this was because the spirit was not ignited, and he didn't stop, and he ran the method of enlightenment, and his fingers pointed at it sharply.

Call!

One after another, more than twenty flames were lit in a row, and then the surroundings were ignited, but there was still a trace of time before the spirituality was completely activated.

Even so, the light illuminated all the darkness under the clouds, and the entire mountain peak appeared in full view.

It is a dense forest, and it looks like it is no different from other places, but above the mountain, under the sunlight, a faint shadow slowly emerges, giving people a feeling of wanting to worship.

"This ......"

After glancing at it, Zhang Xuan's pupils shrank.

This phantom, he's seen.

Confucius!

At this time, Confucius was quiet and indifferent, giving people a sense of peace and calm, and giving people a feeling that they would disappear at any time when they traveled through time.

"It's ...... There is no sight of the sad old man!"

Clench your fists.

This painting was painted by the old man without sorrow, and the illusory shadow of Confucius is naturally fake, but ...... The phantom in front of me is full of charm, giving people a sense of worship, which is by no means imaginable by imagination.

Other words......

This sad old man had seen this scene with his own eyes, and his memory was too deep to draw it.

Wu Shi said that this sad old man, when he was young, was very mediocre, and after the age of one hundred and eighty, he suddenly had an epiphany, not only cultivating by leaps and bounds, but also being like a divine gift in calligraphy and painting...... Could it be that it was because he saw the phantom of Master Confucius and suddenly opened his mind?"

Wu Shi once told him that this old man without sorrow had experienced a miracle.

If there is no big opportunity, I don't believe it.

Maybe...... It is precisely because he saw the phantom of Confucius and had an epiphany that he became an eight-star calligrapher and painter.

"However, the matter of Master Confucius is too involved, and after finishing the painting, I know that once the news is leaked, there will inevitably be countless troubles...... Perhaps, trouble has come, so it is covered with white clouds, and the result is ...... I was still poisoned, and as soon as I finished doing this, I disappeared and disappeared......"

Zhang Xuan speculated.

After four times of recognizing the famous teacher, his thinking is clear and organized, although it seems that there are many things and he has no clue, but after thinking about it for a while, he can still guess something.

Why did the virtual image of Confucius appear on this mountain range, and where did it appear...... These are all problems, and if they are discovered by those who are interested, they will inevitably cause a lot of turmoil.

As an eight-star calligrapher and painter, a strong person in the out-of-body realm, it is impossible for the old man without sorrow not to know.

It's a pity that I can't bear to give up the works I made, and I have been entangled for 30 years...... As a result, he still did not escape his fate.

"The appearance of Confucius here shows that like Qiuwu Palace, there must be ruins here...... Let's see where the phantom appears!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan hurriedly raised his head and looked at the place where Master Kong's phantom appeared.

"...... there"

Quickly found the specific location, Zhang Hang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly flew away.