There is still a period of time before the Hanhai Cultural Club opens, and there is no clue about the ancient secret treasures, so Hu Danqing and Ji Fengyue have nothing to do, so they will accompany Yan Guming to the "Tianxiang Pavilion" first to accept the assessment of the Hanhai Cultural Society's literary examination. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Bypassing a few waterways, not far away, the gorgeous Tianxiang Pavilion appeared in front of the three of them, perhaps because this place was originally one of the most famous resorts in Yuntai City, this time coincided with the establishment of the examination room in Hanhai Book Mountain, whether it was involved or not, the most lively idlers on the martial arts road crowded into this vicinity early... Of course, compared with the grand occasion of the "Ascending the Clouds" martial arts examination, the atmosphere here is not so warm because there are still many scholars watching, and the eyes of countless people are more on the closed door and the white-bearded old man guarding the door.

As mentioned before, the existence of Hanhai Shushan is not well-known in Xiwulin, but even the most ordinary Jianghu guests can definitely see this old man's extraordinaryness without much eyesight...

Of course, this is not to say that the old man has anything special in dressing, in fact, he is dressed in the white robe of an ordinary scribe, and he is at most more energetic and healthy than the ordinary old man in terms of appearance, and there is nothing special about it. And what really makes people feel extraordinary is the kind of aura he exudes invisibly.

Yes, it's not something that can be clearly distinguished, such as true qi aura, this kind of aura is usually only related to the status or the level of vision - the old man stood there obviously not doing anything, but inside and outside the Tianxiang Pavilion automatically cleared a no-man's space for him, and even those unscrupulous outlaws in the rivers and lakes who were usually unscrupulous could only watch from a distance, and did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

"It's funny..."

In Yan Guming's opinion, before the official start of the literary examination, the existence of this old man is the first test for the challenger, although the level he guards is not a Longtan tiger's den, but because there is no hint, it has become the most difficult trouble to overcome.

Yan Guming, who was thinking about it in this way, followed the strategy of always planning and moving later, and did not recklessly step forward to test, but just stood in the distance, silently observing the old man's actions.

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If you look closely, there are still a lot of clues on the mysterious old man who is dressed in ordinary clothes.

The most obvious thing is the odd-shaped pendant on his left belt... The pendant, which seems to be made of many wooden strips, may not look as expensive as gold and jade, but even a layman can see that it is indeed an exquisite plaything. Of course, if you want to talk about the usefulness of this thing, that's another question.

In addition, the old man's cuffs are faintly stained with some strange blue-black spots, although the color is not very dark, but it is still easy to be noticed against the long sleeves on a white background.

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"I see~ Mr. Danqing, it seems that this Hanhai Cultural Club is really extraordinary!"

"Needless to say, being able to come to the Gavin Society can be regarded as the wish of the Confucian scholars in the world, so how can the trial of deciding the candidate be ordinary?"

"I'll talk about this later, sir, I don't know if I can borrow a pen in my hand."

"Oh? Xiaoyou has a clue? ”

"Sort of... Of course, in addition, I have to trouble my sister to find me a three-foot square piece of drawing paper and some ginseng lotus ink. ”

"Senior brother, you want to paint?"

Ji Fengyue didn't understand what she meant, but Yan Guming showed a confident smile.

"If you don't paint, how can you enter this Tianxiang Pavilion?"

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The efficiency of the master of the Liberation Realm has never been low, and what Yan Guming wants is not a rare thing, and soon, the senior sister helped him find all the things and bring them back to the Tianxiang Pavilion... In just a while, the conversation between Yan Guming and the strange behavior also attracted the attention of the other people around him, and the bustling crowd suddenly gathered around them, as if they all wanted to see what tricks this handsome young man was going to play.

"Senior brother, is this okay?"

"Thank you, senior sister, that's it."

"Haha, it's really interesting, since you want to splash ink, then I'll show you the inkstone!"

After finishing his words, Mr. Danqing waved his hand, and the originally weak and lifeless rice paper was suddenly spread out on his arm, and even the suspended part seemed to be placed on the wooden platform, neatly without the slightest wrinkle.

At the same time, the other hand under the sky of Hui Danqing also flattened the painted inkstone he bought, and gently handed it to Yan Guming's face-on the other side, Ji Fengyue also understood, smiled and stretched out his hand to help his junior brother study ink.

"There is Mr. Lao and Senior Sister."

After thanking him, Yan Guming immediately immersed the Danqing magic pen in his hand into the "Ginseng Lotus Ink", and then in front of everyone, Yan had no stage fright at all, and immediately showed his top painting skills on the three-foot square drawing paper! Those present also had the privilege of witnessing this artistic stunt.

Obviously, it is just one person's stroke, but with the pull of Yan Guming's fingers and wrists, the pen is like a miracle and gradually renders a lifelike picture!

――I saw a piece of wind and snow, the lonely old man stood on the top of the peak, and overlooked, but it was a distant mountain that participated in the clouds, and the old man's eyes were happy and calm, but more than that, he was looking forward to the distant peak... Maybe the next moment he will rise again and climb the higher and farther mountain!

However, this is just everyone's speculation, because before you know it, Yan Guming has stopped writing, and this immersive ink painting has become an eternal freeze frame.

"Well... It's amazing! ”

"What kind of character is this young man? Such a miraculous picture, even if the saint is present, is it nothing more than that? ”

"Tut, how old is he, if I had this ability, I wouldn't have to worry about eating and drinking just by selling paintings..."

"Go, go, you think no one is as useless as you."

The surrounding crowd was indecisive, but as the creator of chaos, Yan Guming did not have the slightest emotional fluctuations.

And for granted... Yan Guming, who knows his own family affairs and is extremely talented, has "wasted" ten years on all kinds of miscellaneous studies, and with the help of the system, most of his achievements are beyond the reach of ordinary people in their lifetimes.

As far as painting is concerned, although it is not the project he is most interested in, he has finally piled up his ability value to 99 in one go... Not to mention the basic things such as painting skills and painting work, even if it is the artistic conception of the painting and the creation of the atmosphere, he can easily do the best... In this case, what is there to be surprised about a mere ink painting?

Turning around, Yan Guming waved his hand gently, and the slightly hot internal strength suddenly dried the ink that had not yet dried, and then returned the pen in his hand to Mr. Danqing, just picked up this masterpiece that had just been completed and walked towards the old man guarding the door.

PS: Thank you for the detailed background of the saccharine monk~ I believe that some of them will soon appear in the text (of course, thank you for the brain hole provided by other book friends, I hope you can continue to speak actively in the dragon set building~) Thank you for the support of the lonely and lowly saint, the end of the sama, life and death and other students, the waste will definitely make persistent efforts and strive to update

PS2: It's Friday... I'm anxious to wait for what recommendation I can get...