Lin Yi walked down the stairs to the top of the second floor, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The paintings on the first floor are all made with brushes, while the paintings on the second floor are unique and unique.

Some of these paintings are made of bamboo leaves, some are made of mud, some are made of animal bones, and some are made of rare bird feathers.

As far as the eye can see, all kinds of paintings, with different styles and postures, are numerous and countless.

If the paintings hanging on the first floor are compared to children's lives, then the paintings on the second floor are a whole grade higher than the first floor, and it is not an exaggeration to compare them to shows.

Lin Yi came to the second floor and looked around the entire pavilion, and a different feeling appeared in his heart.

The paintings hanging on the first floor are all by the hands of warriors and martial artists, although they are all excellent works, but they are not comparable to these paintings on the second floor, because the paintings on the second floor are all from the hands of martial artists.

If the paintings on the first floor focus on the form of the painting, then the paintings on the second floor focus on the essence of the painting.

Although these paintings look unique, the spirit, energy, and spirit revealed during them are incomparable to the paintings on the first floor.

Lin Yi slowly stopped on the second floor, feeling the artistic conception of each painting. Gradually, he began to understand Master Ku's good intentions.

Cultivators, in addition to their own perceptions, can also learn from the states of mind of their predecessors. It is subtle to say, in fact, there are senior monks of martial virtue, and their state of mind can be refracted in various ways. Hey, he

This kind of refraction may be a set of martial arts, it may be a word, it may be a sculpture, it may be a painting, and the artistic conception and mentality of the warrior can be refracted through these media.

Lin Yi looked at the strange pictures beside him, some of these scrolls were like antelopes hanging horns, without a trace, some were like swords that went off the edge, weird and sharp, and some were like heavy swords without edges, which were not skillful......

Shuttling between the scrolls, as if shuttling through the long river of history, carefully feeling the essence, energy, and spirit in each scroll, unconsciously, Lin Yi's footsteps became a little erratic.

A very wonderful feeling, from his heart, the feeling of vanity brought about by the continuous breakthrough of the thirteen small realms, all disappeared, replaced by flowing water, rocks, and countless towering ancient trees...... Lin Yi's state of mind is stable and firm.

Just when Lin Yi was immersed in the wonderful state of mind, an extremely harsh voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Haha, Lin Yi, can't you see it, you still know how to paint without a brush?"

I don't know when, Lin Hua led Song Danshu and others to the second floor, and he said to Lin Yi with a disdainful face: "Do you know that painting without a brush can only be made by a martial artist, and a waste material like you, who is destined to be unable to break through even a martial artist all his life, also wants to get involved in brushless painting?

A brushless painting, as the name suggests, is a painting made with anything around you except the brush. However, there is a restriction that the paintings must be on paper, on a wall, or on any other surface.

In this way, it becomes more difficult to paint. Warriors and martial apprentices may be able to make brushless paintings, but they have no form and no charm, and finally end up laughing and generous.

Lin Yi was suddenly awakened by Lin Hua, he glared at Lin Hua with some annoyance, and said coldly: "Your subordinates are defeated, why are you brave? Lin Hua, what do you want? Do you want me to send you another fiasco?"

Lin Hua was so angry that he was furious, but he was very tolerant this time, he stared at Lin Yi's eyes and sneered: "It's just a fluke to beat me, are you really invincible in the world?" Lin Yi, how about we compete again? Do you dare to compete with me?"

Song Danshu took a step forward, glared at Lin Yi angrily, and said, "Lin Yi, Brother Hua proposed to try painting with you, that is Brother Hua giving you face, you must not give face shame!"

Lin Yi stared coldly at Lin Hua and Song Danshu, as well as the little friends behind them, and he sneered: "Face is earned by yourself, not by others. Who does he think he is? He is Lin Yuhan, Lin Yuhan who once defeated me Lin Yi once! Lin Yuhan who raises tigers in a rockery! Why should I give face to a loser if my subordinates are defeated?"

"Lin Yi, you dare to say that I am a loser......? You're looking for death!"

Lin Hua hung out of breath and pulled over, he stared at Lin Yi deadly, his eyes were full of cold murderous aura.

Song Danshu was so angry that his face turned blue, and his lips trembled. At this moment, he couldn't wait to rush over and bite Lin Yi to death. What's more, Lin Yi is too faceless!

The people around who were watching the scroll heard the movement and looked over to this side. At this time, there was a dense sound of footsteps on the stairs, and the disciples who had been chasing Lin Yi frantically downstairs also came upstairs one after another.

"What's going on? Someone was arguing on the second floor. ”

"It sounds fierce, but you have to fight?"

"This is Danqing Pavilion, who dares to fight in Danqing Pavilion?

When everyone downstairs rushed to the front and found that it was Lin Hua and the others who had a quarrel with Lin Yi, everyone stopped talking.

Previously, the two of them had a fight downstairs, which ended with Lin Yi winning a big victory and Lin Hua spitting blood. I didn't expect the two of them to put up the seedlings again so soon.

At this time, Lin Xun came down from the third floor, saw the crowd gathered here, and sighed in his heart, and immediately rushed over.

"Let's let go! Everyone let go! I'm Lin Xun, a disciple of the deacon of Danqing Pavilion, what's going on in front of you? Is there a fight?"

Everyone made way for Lin Xun, and Lin Xun finally squeezed in front of Lin Yi, Lin Hua and others.

"It turns out that it's ...... you two again"

Lin Xun raised his leg and stuck it between the two, with a smile on his face, he said: "Everyone is a senior brother, what are the irreconcilable contradictions? Why don't we all sit down and talk calmly, sell me a few thin noodles, and sit down and talk?"

Lin Yi smiled and said to Lin Xun: "I naturally want to give Senior Brother Lin Xun's face, but let me warn you again, Lin Yuhan, don't deceive people too much!"

"I ......"

"Okay, Senior Brother Yuhan, sell foolish brother and I have a few thin noodles, let's sit down and talk. ”

Lin Xun pulled Lin Yi and Lin Hua respectively to the table, and everyone gave way.

Pulling the two of them to sit down, Lin Xun asked the reason, Lin Yi looked indifferent and spoke eloquently.

Lin Hua spoke viciously to each other again.

This time, the discerning people have seen it clearly, and they all know it. It turned out that downstairs, after Lin Huahuahua lost to Lin Yi, he felt unwilling, and took his friends to the second floor to provoke Lin Yi and declare war on Lin Yi.