Zong Wusheng smiled slightly, came to the bookcase, and then lightly glanced at the eagle strike sky diagram drawn by Gongzi Qian. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and a teasing smile appeared.

Gongzi Qian had been watching Zong Wusheng's expression, and when he saw Zong Wusheng's eyes glancing at the eagle he had drawn, pride suddenly appeared on his face, and that arrogant color could be described as unprecedented and unprecedented.

When he saw Zong Wusheng glancing at what he had painted, the look of contempt on his face, Gongzi's pious face quietly turned the color of pig liver, and he was obviously angry.

"Can Childe get used to this wolf's pen? This wolf pen is the wolf of the wind in the 100,000 mountains, if you don't often use the brush, you will definitely not get used to it. Why don't I change an ordinary brush for my son? ”

In the face of Gongziqian's provocation and humiliation, Zong Wusheng just smiled slightly, and never looked at him at all. Ignoring others can be described as the greatest insult. Every time Gongzi wanted to humiliate Zong Wusheng, he ignored it in exchange. couldn't help but make Gongzi Qian feel a sense of self-inflicted humiliation, so he simply stopped talking, stared at him deadly, and waited for him to start painting.

Zong Wusheng still didn't rush to start writing, but instead looked at the face of the young man behind the Painting Heaven Pavilion, and said softly: "I don't know who is proficient in music theory and can cooperate with me?" ”

Facing Zong Wusheng's gaze, the young master was slightly stunned, and he already had a mirror in his heart, knowing that other people's eyes fell on him, of course he invited him.

The young master felt a slight strangeness in his heart, so he stood up and said: "I happen to be proficient in music theory, if this son doesn't think my music theory is rough, he is willing to play with the son's piano pen." ”

It is not uncommon to have a qin ensemble when the poem is written, but it is rare for this painting to be accompanied by the guqin, and no one here has encountered such a strange thing, and they can't help but quietly disappear a little bit of Zong Wusheng's arrogance, and replace it with a touch of novelty.

"It's just a trick." Childe Qian glanced at Bai Gui, who was full of anticipation, and whispered sarcastically.

Zong Wusheng didn't seem to hear at all, and when he saw the handsome young man sitting in front of the guqin, he bowed his head slightly, signaling that he was ready and could start.

"Wait."

The young man hurriedly shouted to stop, and asked crisply: "I don't know what Childe wants to draw, or is it still an eagle striking the sky?" ”

Zong Wusheng understood what the young man meant, if he drew a picture of the eagle striking the sky, it should be accompanied by sonorous and powerful music. If you are drawing something else, you should have a special soundtrack depending on the painting.

"I'm going to draw a picture of a goshawk catching rabbits, and I'm going to ask my son to consider the music."

Hearing Zong Wusheng call him a son, an imperceptible shyness appeared on the young man's face, and then he bowed slightly, meaning that he had already thought of a suitable piece of music.

The people at the scene couldn't help but be a little impatient when they saw that the two hadn't started yet, and some people had already begun to urge, "Do you still paint?" If we don't draw, we'll go......"

Before the human voice was finished, a sonorous and powerful sound suddenly appeared on the guqin, interrupting all the words that everyone wanted to say, and they couldn't help but sit down together, and their eyes fell on the Zong Wusheng in front of them.

Zong Wusheng put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. Gongzi Qian behind him finally couldn't help it and wanted to urge. However, just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Bai Gui's chubby palm.

In desperation, I had to endure my temperament and wait for Zong Wusheng to finish making a mystery and start painting.

The sound of the guqin became more and more majestic, from low and sad to sonorous and rapid, and the listeners were attracted by the music and immersed in the sound of the qin.

Zong Wusheng listened to this song and had a very familiar feeling. Gradually comprehending the artistic conception in the song, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, this song is similar to the famous Chinese song "Lin Chong Running at Night".

Listening to the song, it seemed to show a blizzard in front of me, the goose feather snow was blown by the white-haired wind and scattered all over the sky, and in the blizzard, the two samurai confronted each other from afar, and their eyes exuded a solemn and murderous aura.

The music gradually enters the climax, and the two samurai in the scene in front of them fight each other in the snowstorm, and the battle is dark. Blood trickled down from where the two were injured and fell onto knee-high snow, leaving a bits of red.

Zong Wusheng suddenly opened his eyes, and the expression on his face was extremely shocked. What shocked me was that this son's piano art and music theory were extraordinary. Then his face turned to joy, and he was glad that he found that feeling in the music.

That's what he wants.

Zong Wusheng finally made a move, his right arm was raised diagonally, and his palm was spread out, but he saw a murderous black brush appear in the palm of his hand out of thin air.

When everyone saw this brush, they immediately exclaimed in surprise and said "ah" in unison. Then, another unbelievable thing happened, the most proud wolf pen on the bookcase actually "clicked" and broke, losing all life, completely like a dead corpse.

Bai Gui's eyes shone with a gleam, staring at Zong Wusheng in shock, his mouth was already open, and he couldn't say a word of horror.

Childe Qian is face was fused, and he couldn't imagine that his brush would break apart after the young man's brush appeared. Gongzi Qian He had seen painting with such momentum, and his heart began to tremble, knowing that he really had eyes and did not know gold and jade, and this young man was a genius.

The shock unleashed by the Sect No Sanctuary was far from over, and it was just the beginning.

He didn't rush to put pen to paper, but waited for the player to adjust his mood. At that moment just now, Zong Wusheng clearly heard that the sound of the qin had been shaken by his powerful breath, and the music was a little out of rhythm.

Fortunately, the young man's piano skills are superb, and he regained his feeling in a moment, and that kind of murderous aura once again filled the painting pavilion.

Zong Wusheng slowly lifted the brush, and he did something unbelievable again. Everyone looked at Zong Wusheng like a fool, who would have thought that painting could not be painted on rice paper, but on the air.

Yes, the Zong Wusheng is the Zongwu Sheng.

He hung his wrist and lifted the pen, and with a light touch in the air, a deep blue and fierce eagle suddenly appeared, showing in the air. At the moment when Eagle Eye drew it, a cool breeze suddenly blew in the air, like a cold wind in autumn and winter, with a desolate and desolate killing.

Everyone present shivered in unison, and when they came to their senses, they forgot to shout.

Zong Wusheng Wu painted by himself, ignoring the crowd at all, and after the eagle eyes were formed, he sang a sentence with music attached to his mouth:

"Su Lian wind and frost, goshawk paintings are different."

Then the day hanging needle again began to outline, and the eagle head should be written. Zong Wusheng chanted again:

"The body is cunning, and the sideways eyes are like a sad beard."

The people looked at the eagle's head that had been formed, and the blue eyes were deep, just like the people of the captives when they were worried.

"Color! Big Draw! ”

Finally someone at the scene began to cheer. Hearing this, Zong Wusheng looked at the back of the Heavenly Pavilion, and the person who cheered was the Xianyun who accompanied the young man. So he nodded slightly, and then began to sketch the body of the eagle.

"The silk is bright, and the Xuan Ying is powerful."

At this point, the eagle body is complete. The eyes of everyone at this time were no longer as ironic as they were at the beginning, and after experiencing the shock, they had already changed to a fanatical respect for Zong Wusheng.

Even the son behind him was completely distracted at this time, looking at the goshawk that appeared out of thin air in a daze. The body squints downward, wanting to catch the cunning rabbit below.

Zong Wusheng slowly put away his pen and sang the last sentence, "When you hit the bird, the blood will be sprinkled flat." ”

Bai Gui also woke up from the shock at this time, looked at the realistic and vivid eagle, and couldn't help but excitedly say: "Childe, this is not painting, but creating living beings!" Saints too, saints too! ”

Zong Wusheng continued to sketch, and below the eagle's squint, he drew a cunning rabbit with a few light strokes, and it seemed that he didn't notice the eagle staring at him above.

The eagle hunting rabbit had finished painting, and the audience was silent as they looked at the lifelike masterpiece in the air.

However, their silence was only for a moment, and they were immediately shocked by the surprise that followed, and fell into the next round of stunned.

But seeing that the eagle on the eagle chart suddenly moved, suddenly swooped down from the air, and suddenly came to the top of the cunning rabbit, a pair of sharp claws like sharp knives, the tips of the claws pierced deeply into the body of the cunning rabbit, no matter how it struggled, it was firmly grasped by the eagle and flew to the sky.

This shock has exceeded the comprehension of painting and calligraphy lovers, how have they ever seen someone draw a painting that can become a living thing? At this time, the painted goshawk was hovering in the painting pavilion, and its wings were waving, bringing out the sound of "whirring" wind.

The sound of the guqin stopped suddenly, not because the music was finished, but because the goshawk had already circled over the head of the player, and his shocked hands were no longer able to play.

The young man who played the piano looked up at the eagle and muttered, "Is this still a painting?" ”

The audience, including Gongzi Qian and Bai Gui, all looked up at the eagle hovering overhead, and were silent for a full quarter of an hour. Finally, the person with strong concentration first turned his senses and immediately shouted: "I bought this goshawk catching rabbits, and I paid the full amount of 10 million taels of gold." ”

"Why did I sell it to you? I'll give 20 million taels of gold! ”

"How can such a heavenly work be bought and sold with thousands of techniques? I'll give 100 million taels! ”

Hearing that someone was asking for 100 million taels of gold, everyone immediately followed the sound and looked at it, but when they saw that it was the tycoon of the calligraphy and painting collection industry, they immediately put away their doubts.

No one present dared to question that Renquan Dao could not take out 100 million taels of gold.

Bai Gui, who suddenly came to his senses, immediately came to the bookcase and said to Zong Wusheng: "Bai has never seen such a divine painting in his life, dare to ask Gongzi if he is an elephant builder?" ”

Hearing the word elephant builder, the people present immediately held their breath. Which of them doesn't know the power of the Elephant Builder? Who doesn't know the nobility of the elephant builder? But who can ask an elephant builder to make a picture for themselves? That's tantamount to a fool's dream.

Zong Wusheng was noncommittal, did not admit or refute, but just looked at the young man who played the piano. Tonight, he seemed to be consumed with the young man, and their eyes collided from time to time.

Seeing this, Bai Gui said to everyone present: "I'm sorry everyone, I have already negotiated with this prince before I painted it, and I bought this painting for one million taels of gold and a luxury four-horse chariot, and I will not be able to sell it to everyone again." At this point, Bai Gui intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Gongzi Qian, who was still in the shock and did not wake up, and said: "In order to compensate for the sin of delaying everyone's precious time, Bai Gui decided to auction Gongzi Qian's Eagle Strike Sky Map to everyone at a starting price of 100 taels of gold, and I hope everyone will bid enthusiastically." ”