"The junior Yan Guming has seen the senior... Hand painted a pair of 'Wangshan Map', I don't know if it is possible to enter the eyes of the predecessors? ”

Saluting and pushing his hand, Yan Guming pushed the ink painting he had just completed in front of the old man, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone present as soon as he opened his mouth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is true that this painting is indeed a rare masterpiece, but just by sending a good painting, can you get the qualification to enter the Tianxiang Pavilion?

"This young man's painting is indeed a good product, but the old man is not a person who likes Danqing, please take back this painting."

"Oh? It's a shame to be so presumptuous, but I don't know why the predecessors don't like Danqing, why there are ginseng lotus ink commonly used by many painters between the sleeves of the robe, and even the demeanor shows the style of the painting sect? ”

Yan Guming paused, and then reached out and pointed to the strange pendant on the old man's waist.

"Please forgive the juniors for being rude." With a confession, the young man stretched out his hand and tapped a few times on the pendant, and then the inlaid wooden strips suddenly began to change, and after a sound of the mechanism, the originally strange-looking waist pendant parted to both sides to reveal the hairy part, and the other structures that stretched backwards gradually combined into a slender pen shaft, and after a while, the image of a paintbrush appeared in front of everyone.

Such an ingenious mechanism setting opened the eyes of everyone present, and even the old man guarding the door showed a smile of appreciation.

――You must know that this machine pen is also from the hand of the machine master in the Hanhai Book Mountain, Yan Guming can see through the design at a glance, which is enough to prove that his attainments in the machine technique are also quite amazing, in addition, plus the painting skills he has shown before, and even that keen insight, such a talent can no longer have any dissatisfaction even if it is a strict gatekeeper.

But if you really want to talk about it, Yan Guming's achievements in the mechanism are probably even more advanced than the old man's most daring ideas... To put it mildly, as one of the acrobatic arts that Yan Guming is most interested in, the teenager who practiced the mechanism technique to 99 early will ponder some new breakthroughs from time to time, and to this day, Mo is an ordinary puppeteer, that is, he is put in the Mo family, and in places like Luban Divine Axe, he is definitely the number one organ master.

"I can't help but have this guess when I see my predecessors carrying a paintbrush with me, and if there is any omission, please ask my predecessor Haihan."

"Haha! Good, good! The old man laughed, took the scroll handed over by Yan Guming, and at the same time waved his hand gently, and an invisible qi suddenly blew open the closed door of Tianxiang Pavilion

"Yan Shaoxia, please come in!"

"Thank you seniors for your love."

Yan Guming bowed again, and gave the senior sister behind him a reassuring look, and then finally stepped into the Tianxiang Pavilion... Of course, no matter how clever Yan Shaoxia is, it is impossible to know that after he successfully impressed the mysterious old man with a painting and entered the Tianxiang Pavilion, how many stupid people took the famous paintings they treasured, just to be able to step into the door of the Tianxiang Pavilion.

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Compared with the noise outside, the inside of Tianxiang Pavilion is particularly clean.

Logically speaking, as a scenic spot in Yuntai City, even if it is chartered by Hanhai Book Mountain at this time, there should always be some antique calligraphy and paintings in the pavilion for people to enjoy, but the vast first floor is empty, only four or five tables are scattered on both sides of the stairs, and there are not a few people in total.

Yan Guming, who had just arrived, was not easy to overcome, and with the idea that since it was a test, there should always be a personal charter, he picked the second table on the left hand side and sat down, and then silently observed the situation in the field.

Sitting at the table in front of him was a young man with a face like a crown of jade, polite and polite, he was holding a folding fan, but he was more graceful than Yan Shaoxia in appearance, just like a beautiful person who came out of a painting, and what was even more difficult was that the charming smile that often hung on the corner of his mouth was simply impossible to find a flaw.

As if sensing Yan Guming's gaze, he also looked in the direction of Yan Shaoxia's side, and then nodded slightly, which was regarded as a salute, and Yan Guming's senses for him were also good, so he also returned the salute, and then moved his gaze to the right.

There were only two people sitting at the three tables on the right, and at the table near the door, the young man in the white-haired brocade robe put several chairs together, leaning over with a long pipe in his hand, and put it into his mouth for a while, swallowing the clouds and spitting fog, almost making it impossible to see his face... However, when he just entered the door, Yan Guming obviously felt that the other party swept himself from top to bottom, and then returned to his lazy appearance, and he was not a simple person.

To be quirky though... Neither of them was as good as the old man sitting at the first table on the right-hand side.

Supposedly, everyone here should be a candidate who is ready to take the test of the literary examination... According to the rules set by Hanhai Shushan, those who can participate in the test should be young and handsome people under the age of thirty, but the person in front of him has long black and white mottled hair, and a half-length beard burned on his thin but rough cheeks.

Could it be that he has cultivated some martial arts that will make his appearance change greatly?

Similar thoughts only flashed in Yan Guming's mind for a moment, and then they were quickly eliminated - even with the help of the system, Yan Guming did not have the ability to see through the cultivation of others at a glance, but after many years of experience in the rivers and lakes, he grew up in Xiaoyao Valley since he was a child, and he still had a certain grasp of the skills of the person in front of him.

It's like the ghost of a cave in Shanxi and the female thief Liu Feiyan who I met in the black shop before, although Yan Guming didn't dare to say that he was sure of the other party's realm, but probably what kind of strength can still be locked... The same is true of nature in the current environment.

Among the three of them, the young scribe and the guy who swallowed the clouds, Yan Guming, could all detect a rough idea... If there is no accident, these two people are the same as themselves are cultivators of the Creation Realm, and specifically, the Divine Stick that swallows clouds and spits fog seems to be slightly more powerful than him and the scribe.

But when Yan Guming moved his gaze to the old man, the sword aura that was obviously deliberately restrained but still sharp was simply terrifying!

To put it bluntly, Yan Guming could conclude that if the four people present, including himself, made a move, I am afraid that with just a blink of an eye, this terrifying old man would be able to take the lives of the three of them!

Extrication?

No! This is definitely a master of the innate level!

Yan Guming, who was thinking about it like this, subconsciously looked away, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the old man's saber lying across the table...

The black scabbard, the black sword grid, and the black sword that didn't show anything special in the whole body had two words engraved on the hilt

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Unfeeling!