Lu Wu sat down at the table slowly, the tea was still warm, he drank it all and added another cup.

Thinking about Liu Shuye's past that Liu Yunli said earlier, Lu Wu had other understandings of Liu Shuye in his heart.

He finally understood why Liu Shuye took such good care of him.

He sighed and shook his head, his heart complicated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly scanned the scroll on the bookshelf not far away.

He hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked over to take it, put it on the table, and slowly opened it.

Lu Wuzai carefully examined this picture scroll.

The center of the scroll is still just a cloud of ink, and there is no peculiarity in the slightest.

During the day, Wang Zhi'an once said that this painting is a rare masterpiece in the world, and also mentioned that this painting technique is sword and horizontal.

This is also the reason why Lu Wu left this painting.

It is expected that a great power who can have such earth-shattering means would not make such a clumsy joke.

But for appreciating paintings, Lu Wu has never understood.

He didn't see any sword intent contained in it at all, but he felt that the painter used the pen very strongly, and the pen and ink penetrated deeply into the paper, but there was no smudging in the slightest.

He pondered this so-called "masterpiece" over and over again, but he had no clue.

He looked at the scroll in a daze, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it had been smeared by someone at random, and there was no order to speak of.

He secretly urged the Xuan Qi in his body, and the palm of his right hand gradually emitted a white light, attached to the scroll, hoping that this would have some reaction.

It's a pity that the picture scroll has not changed in the slightest.

Still useless.

He frowned.

His hand was dropped in frustration, but he accidentally knocked over the candlestick on one side.

When the candlelight flickered, the burning flame instantly touched the scroll.

Lu Wu's face turned grim, and he hurriedly picked up the tea on the side and splashed it.

The thick tea instantly spilled on the scroll, extinguishing the fire, and the room was dark.

Lu Wu got up and found a new candle and lit it.

But I secretly regretted it in my heart.

This is a terrible thing, stealing chickens and rice, I didn't see anything, and I ruined the picture scroll.

Who knew that the moment the lights came back on, Lu Wu was dumbfounded.

The scroll was placed on the table intact, and the paper was clean and free of the slightest water stain.

Lu Wu's eyes widened in surprise, could it be that this painting can still be inviolable?

After a panicked operation, the wound on Lu Wu's right arm was torn open again, and the blood slowly penetrated the gauze, and inadvertently dripped down, right in the center of the scroll.

Right under Lu Wu's nose, the blood from that place passed smoothly through the scroll and penetrated into it, leaving no trace.

"Huh?" Lu Wu noticed something unusual.

Sure enough, this is not a simple and ordinary picture.

There must be some hidden secrets hidden in it.

In the next moment, his face suddenly turned white!

Rumble!

He only felt that his mind was suddenly empty, and a heart-piercing pain suddenly came to his mind.

Lu Wu's eyes rolled and he lost consciousness.

......

When I woke up again, it was early in the morning, and the sun was three poles.

The candles in the room were about to burn out, and they still shimmered faintly.

The scroll was still spread out on the table, without the slightest abnormality.

"Ugh. A soft sound came from Lu Wu's mouth, and he slowly opened his eyes, feeling groggy in his head.

The cold sensation hit her, and she found herself sleeping on the floor.

"What happened?" Lu Wu got up from the ground, shook his head, and patted the dust off his body.

All he remembered was that a drop of his own blood seeped into the scroll, and then a terrible pain hit his mind, and he was unconscious.

He touched his whole body suspiciously, and there seemed to be no damage.

The dantian qi is full of Xuan Qi in the sea, and the sword light is hanging high, and there is no abnormality.

He looked at the picture scroll on the table again, just like last night.

He frowned suspiciously, thinking secretly, but heard a knock on the door from one side—

"Knock knock. ”

Lu Wu was stunned, as if he remembered something, hurriedly straightened his clothes, blew out the candle, and walked over to open the door.

Wang Zhian smiled and stood at the door, looking slightly cramped.

"Wang Gongzi, so early?" Lu Wu said in surprise, rubbing his eyes.

"You didn't say I wanted to teach you how to draw, so I came over early in the morning. Wang Zhi'an's face was flushed, for fear that he would disturb Lu Wu's dream.

"Hahaha. Lu Wu smiled, thinking that this person was also interesting, "It's okay, I'll wash my face first, and you wait for me." ”

Wang Zhian nodded.

After Lu Wu finished washing, he took Wang Zhian to the main hall, but he didn't see Liu Shuye, it was time to go to the martial arts field or the Zangjing Pavilion.

There was also a bowl of porridge, a few steamed buns, and a plate of pickles on the square table in the main hall.

Lu Wu's eyes suddenly widened in surprise!

Today, there is another plate, and there is an unprecedented chicken leg in it.

The next person came over to inform Lu Wu that this was left to Lu Wu under the orders of the eldest prince, and asked Lu Wu to make up for his body.

When Lu Wu heard this, he was stunned for a long time, and a trace of warmth flowed through his heart.

Lu Wu picked up the chopsticks, sat down cross-legged, and beckoned Wang Zhian to come over and eat together.

Wang Zhian looked at the slightly humble breakfast, and his eyebrows revealed a little disgust, but he said that he had eaten it.

When Lu Wu saw Wang Zhi'an's expression, he only felt that this person was innocent, and his joy and anger were all expressed in his face, but he didn't look pretentious.

After Lu Wu finished breakfast, the people on the side came to clean up, Wang Zhian impatiently pulled Lu Wu, and after greeting, there were guards who spread felt on the square table and put pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The fourth son of the Wang family actually brought his belongings over.

"You're welcome, this set of belongings will be given to you. Wang Zhian was slightly proud and patted his chest.

Lu Wu responded with a smile.

Coincidentally, I don't have too many pen, ink, paper and inkstones here, although Liu Shuye has them, but it is not easy for him to borrow them.

Lu Wu and Wang Zhi'an each held a stroke, and each laid a blank piece of paper in front of him.

Dipping it in ink, Wang Zhian turned around and asked, "Brother Lu, have you ever understood calligraphy and painting?"

Lu Wu's face was slightly red, and he scratched his head in a daze: "I didn't understand." ”

Wang Zhian nodded: "Then let's start from the very beginning, can we learn from the chapter?"

Lu Wu thought for a while, shook his head, and said with a little shame: "I saw that yesterday's picture scroll was quite good, why don't you teach me to copy it directly?"

Wang Zhi'an was puzzled: "The brushwork of that painting scroll is strange, and there are many skills and chapters, even if I copy it, it is quite difficult, and Brother Lu is afraid that it is even more difficult to copy." ”

Lu Wu smiled: "It's just a hobby, there are too many of them, and one day there will be a little charm, that's enough." ”

Hearing this, Wang Zhian glanced at Lu Wu deeply: "What Brother Lu said this time made me have new thoughts in calligraphy and painting. Okay, that's up to you!"

Lu Wu smiled and nodded, went back to the room and brought the picture scroll, and spread it out in front of the two.

"This painting looks like nothing more than a cloud of ink to ordinary people, but," Wang Zhi'an paused slightly, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "These are actually four words." ”

"Oh?" Lu Wu frowned, "Four words?"

"Not bad. Wang Zhian nodded heavily, looking proud, but did not continue.

Seeing Wang Zhi'an's expression, as if he was innocent, Lu Wu smiled in his heart, and then put on a humble and inquiring look, and said to Wang Zhi'an: "Wang Gongzi is talented, but Lu Wu is stupid, I don't know what is the mystery of this, and I ask Wang Gongzi for guidance." ”

Wang Zhi'an nodded with satisfaction and smiled: "This is made up of four words stacked together, so it looks like an ink ball." ”

Hearing this, Lu Wu was secretly surprised, he had observed it for a long time and had not discovered the mystery, but he was broken by this young man's words, it was true that he had a specialization in the art industry.

Immediately, Lu Wu became more and more humble: "I don't know, which four words are they?"

Wang Zhi'an showed a mysterious and unpredictable appearance, looking like a little adult, holding his head high, and said slowly: "Too Void Secret Record!"

It's too empty!

Four words came out of Wang Zhi'an's lips, and Lu Wu's face changed instantly.

Just now, the wisp of sword light floating above the sea of dantian qi in Lu Wu's body suddenly trembled, as if it echoed those four words.

Although it was only for a moment, it was still keenly perceived by Lu Wu.

These four words are not simple!

Lu Wu thought so.

That wisp of sword light, so far Lu Wu doesn't know its origin, as far as its power and Ye Zhiqiu's reaction, Lu Wu knows that this sword light is absolutely extraordinary, and its origin is extraordinary.

Just four words can induce the sword light to resonate with it.

It is enough to see that the four words "too void secret record" are definitely not simple!

Although he still didn't understand what he meant, Lu Wu had already made up his mind that he must study it well.

Lu Wu's expression was immobile on the surface, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a thick smile: "Then please ask the prince to give advice!"

Wang Zhi'an seemed to enjoy this feeling of being respected, and nodded with satisfaction: "This picture scroll is not so much a temporary painting, but a temporary character." ”

Lu Wu nodded.

Wang Zhi'an continued: "The essence of copying this character is to find every stroke in it and understand the spirit contained in it. ”

As he spoke, he picked up his pen and splashed ink on the paper.

Wang Zhi'an writes stroke by stroke, and each stroke seems to have an inexplicable sense of beauty.

Lu Wu seemed to understand the painting at this time, and at this moment, he really realized the magnificent sword intent that the painter had integrated into it.

For a moment, he was stunned, immersed in some kind of mysterious realm, and forgot everything.

Wang Zhian finally stopped the last stroke, and looked back at Lu Wu on the side: "Brother Lu, have you ever understood?"

Lu Wu came back to his senses at this time, and just wanted to nod, but his face sank.

Fang Cai clearly saw the trend of each transaction, but at this moment......

"I remember most of it. Lu Wu said with a frown.

Wang Zhian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No, I remember half of it. Lu Wu's brows furrowed even more.

Wang Zhian looked at Lu Wu blankly.

"A small half ......"

Wang Zhian closed his eyes.

"Well, I forgot about it. Lu Wu exhaled, looked at Wang Zhi'an, and said helplessly.

Wang Zhi'an was silent, and a trace of admiration flashed on his face.

Seeing this, Lu Wu didn't know why: "Could it be that I am now a teacher, and I have become a first-class painter in the world?"

Wang Zhi'an's figure shook suddenly, and he opened his eyes: "Brother Lu, your face is really thick." ”

Hearing this, Lu Wu's face froze, and he scratched his head in a daze, a little embarrassed.

"These words are not difficult, but the artist wrote these strokes in an order that is different from ordinary people, and if you look at it a few times, it should be enough. Wang Zhian said, and took a new piece of paper.

Wang Zhian wrote it again from the beginning, and after writing it, Lu Wu was still at a loss.

Wang Zhian had to write it again, but Lu Wu still didn't remember a single one.

......

After a long time, Wang Zhian stopped the brush in his hand and looked back at Lu Wu on the side in surprise.

There were already more than a dozen pieces of written rice paper on his side, but Lu Wu didn't even remember the first one.

Wang Zhian looked at Lu Wu blankly: "Brother Lu, you are really a once-in-a-century ......"

"Wizard of calligraphy and painting?" Lu Wu answered.

Wang Zhian's face turned red instantly: "Calligraphy and painting wood!"

Hearing this, Lu Wu smiled helplessly and scratched his head in disagreement.

But I couldn't figure it out in my heart.

He recognized the four words of Taixu Secret Record.

Every time he watches Wang Zhi'an write, he can also feel the chapter gestures, and those strokes are all clear in his heart.

But every time Wang Zhian finishes writing, he just can't recall the strokes.

It seems to have been forgotten.

It seems that it was erased from his memory by some great force!

Thinking of this, Lu Wu's heart was full of thoughts, but his face remained the same.

"Why don't you teach me one stroke at a time?" After a long time, Lu Wu asked tentatively.

Wang Zhi'an's face was bitter, but he also nodded.

The first one is a skimming.

Wang Zhi'an waved his pen, and a majestic and magnificent ink mark appeared on the paper.

Lu Wu followed Wang Zhi'an's example, dipped the brush in full ink, and the tip of the pen fell on the paper.

Hiss!

The pain of drilling his heart came from the depths of his body, Lu Wu's face turned white in an instant, and his body softened.

Bang Bang –

The brush fell limply to the ground.

Wang Zhian turned around, his face instantly flustered.

"Brother Lu!"

Lu Wu fainted on the ground with a pale face, unconscious.

Before he fell unconscious, the Xuan Qi in his dantian qi sea suddenly surged, and the sword light was bright.

It seems to open the sky.

It seems to be about to break through the ages.