Xiao Guogong still stared at Fang Yun, but Fang Yun never looked at the son of King Kang who was wrapped in a medicinal cloth.

Although Jingguo and Jiaguo do not border, there are some contradictions between the two countries, but they are not violent.

The disciples beside Ruan Ling, the master of painting, glanced at Xiao Guogong with dissatisfaction, if Xiao Guogong didn't say anything, Ruan Ling would definitely be able to retreat with his whole body.

But now that the little prince has exposed Ruan Ling's purpose for coming here, if Ruan Ling points out Fang Yun's fallacy, it will definitely be famous, if he can't point out Fang Yun's mistakes, then Ruan Ling will definitely be shameless after returning to China.

Ruan Ling's hair was white, he smiled indifferently, and said with his tongue: "The realm of painting the Tao is vast, not by the new and the old, but only by the foundation." Fang Zhenguo has raised Lingyan Pavilion, he is the first genius in the ages, and the old man sighs to himself. As for today's lecture, as usual, regardless of success or failure, we will only talk about gains and losses. The old decay comes here, listens with the heart of a student, and picks up the relics with the heart of a fellow believer. As for the words of others, they are not reliable. ”

Everyone nodded one after another, this is the bearing of the master of the Three Realms, even if he helps the Lei family against Fang Yun, he is not like Xiao Guogong jumping off the wall in a hurry, but he still shows his edge, and the last word "gleaning" reveals the pride of painting the Three Realms.

If Ruan Ling had been humble and pretended, he would be despised by everyone.

When Xiao Guogong heard that Ruan Ling was so cunning and cunning, his eyes flashed, and he said again with his tongue: "Wait for Jiaguo ......"

Everyone was stunned, Xiao Guogong was just sowing discord just now, and this time he was simply going to scold.

"Get out!"

The scholar in charge of the academy drank loudly and waved his sleeves casually, and saw that Xiao Guogong's mouth was sealed by the wind. Then he flew upside down from the stone steps, flew over the courtyard wall of trees, flew thousands of feet, and slammed into the ground.

"Click......"

The sound of bones shattering resounded in the small country.

"Poof......" Xiao Guogong spat out a mouthful of blood, a look of chagrin appeared on his face, none of those scholars were fuel-efficient lamps, and the scholars in charge of the academy were even more confidants, and it was impossible to allow those who offended Fang Yun to be arrogant. Xiao Guogong closed his eyes and passed out.

There was silence in the courtyard.

Fang Yun coughed lightly and said, "The piano and calligraphy are finished." The third sermon begins. It is also the most important content of today's lecture. The content of this third lecture is the Fa. The technique of the Dharma has sprouted in the human race, and it is not taken seriously. But I studied it thoroughly. Get a result. The future of the law. It is the future of landscape painting!

Many people gasped, Fang Yun had always taught as a humble gentleman before. The words were carefully considered, but these words had gone beyond the scope of wild words.

However, with the previous lesson, everyone suppressed their doubts in their hearts and quietly looked at Fang Yun.

As soon as Fang Yun signaled, someone immediately went to erect the erected drawing board, spread paper, and fixed it on the drawing board to facilitate the viewing of the people in the audience.

Fang Yun dipped his pen in ink and said: "I studied at the Jiangzhou Academy of Literature, and it was Mr. Xiao Yixiao who taught me to paint. Now I quickly draw a simple landscape with the ink breaking method. ”

Then, Fang Yun picked up the pen and painted, painting with the method of breaking ink.

At this moment, although Xiao Yi uses the method of breaking ink in the landscape, his knowledge of the method of breaking ink is far inferior to the current Fang Yun, who splashes ink and paints a landscape of Jixian County in a short time, and then explains the various kinds of ink-breaking landscapes.

The method of breaking ink has long appeared in the human race, it has not become a system, and it is still in the process of nurturing and developing, not many people pay attention to it, but Fang Yun first painted with the method of breaking ink, and then explained this method from a deep level, which immediately set off a climax on the scene.

A large number of famous painters wrote while listening, writing down words they didn't understand or wanted to ask, and handed them forward.

Ruan Ling's disciple listened to it extremely intoxicated, and suddenly heard something incomprehensible, and was about to write it down and send it to the front to ask questions, but the moment he put down the pen, his body trembled, he suddenly woke up, and quickly withdrew the brush.

While wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, he secretly observed the teacher, he and the teacher were entrusted by the Lei family to attack Fang Yun, and he was good, not only did he fail to find out Fang Yun's mistakes, but he had to ask for advice, if he was more than ten years younger, he would inevitably be beaten by the teacher.

Seeing that Ruan Ling was listening intently to Fang Yun's lecture and didn't see what was happening around him at all, his disciple breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm here to find faults, not to learn!" Ruan Ling's disciple muttered silently in his heart.

Fang Yun was very well prepared and spoke in simple terms, even those who did not know much about painting were fascinated by it, and their hearts were itching, and they couldn't wait to enter the painting path immediately.

Fang Yun first talked about the method of breaking ink, which was to respect the development trajectory of the painting road, and then, Fang Yun was silent, mobilized his talents, and painted Mount Tai in public with the unprecedented "axe splitting method" in the Shengyuan Continent.

At first, everyone didn't feel anything, painting and painting, Fang Yun put down the pen like a boulder collision, lifted the pen like a falling stone rolling, and saw a strong and powerful ink blot appear on the painting scroll, frustrated and tortuous, the mountains in the painting are like a knife and axe splitting, showing the texture of Mount Tai mountain stone, the edge and corner of the advantage, forming an unprecedented majestic image.

Under the effect of talent and a realm of painting, Mount Tai in the eyes of everyone is slowly rising, and there is a tendency to break the paper.

A Second Realm painter stood up abruptly and couldn't help but admire: "This ...... One realm of ink painting and two realm paintings! No wonder you can get past the Seven Pavilions!"

"He is not holding a brush, but an axe, and he is chopping stones on Mount Tai! I will not be mistaken, I can still hear the sound of axes splitting mountains and stones!"

"Although this kind of technique is just beginning to emerge, it already has the appearance of founding a sect!"

A bachelor who is proficient in painting is facing Fang Yun, and part of the painting is blocked by Fang Yun's body, as soon as he frowns, a cloud suddenly appears under his feet, supporting him to fly quickly into the air, and you can see Fang Yunyun's pen splashing ink more clearly.

After a short time, Fang Yun finished painting the main peak of Mount Tai with a big axe, turned around and looked, stunned for a moment, and saw that there were bachelors floating in the sky, and there were a few Hanlin who had been champions.

Only then did those who had risen to prominence realize their gaffes, and they coughed and fell back to their places.

Then, Fang Yun began to teach the axe splitting method. Teaching this technique, which opened a new chapter in Chinese landscape painting.

Listening to this, Ruan Ling's disciple couldn't help but touch the pen again, wanting to write down his doubts, but this time he quickly stopped it, secretly glanced at the teacher, and found that the teacher was the same as before, unchanged at all, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The breath was only half relieved, and he swallowed it back violently, then slowly looked up in amazement. Look at the sky.

White flowers appeared in the air. Descend slowly.

Ruan Ling's disciple struggled to squeeze four words out of his throat, feeling that it was so difficult to pronounce his voice that even his own voice seemed to be torn apart by the sound ......of these four words.

Tens of thousands of people looked up in unison, and white flowers fell all over the sky.

One of Zuo Xiang's protégés couldn't help but exclaim: "Isn't this a vision that must be manifested in the half-saint preaching? Even the great Confucian preaching is not one in a hundred." How could Fang Yun let the sky fall when he was lecturing with a person! These flowers must have been blown by a strong wind! They must have been!"

No one at all refuted his words. Because even children know it. Not to mention that the sky is full of flowers, not to mention the ability to turn winter into spring, the wind and rain and thunder dare not approach at all, even if there is a tornado. I can't blow half a petal.

I saw a petal fall on a person's forehead, and the person's whole body was refreshed, and then he couldn't help but shout: "I understand! I understand! I know what is the Broken Ink Landscape, and I also know what the axe splitting method is! Thank you, Master Fang!"

This man in his thirties pounced and gave Fang Yun a half-kneeling sound.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't let the Divine Flower run away! Catch it! It's good!"

"Don't rob me!"

The inside of Yuexi Temple was orderly, but outside it was a mess, regardless of men and women, young and old, everyone began to compete for the Heavenly Divine Flower.

Yang Yuhuan stood far away, there were no fallen flowers nearby, and he was anxious in his heart, when he saw the little fox smiling and waving his hand to the sky, a large piece of chaotic flowers and hulala flew over, and pounced on Yang Yuhuan and the slave slave together, and merged into the body.

"Boom......," the little fox cried happily.

Yang Yuhuan was also full of joy, and found that he not only understood Fang Yun's painting techniques, but even seemed to have made a breakthrough in the way of the qin.

The people nearby were so frightened when they saw this scene that they hurriedly ran away, away from this person and a fox, they simply drank the heavenly god flower as water, which was too exaggerated.

Fang Yun continued to lecture, the sky was full of flowers, the number of flowers was far more than the number of people, and the inside and outside of the Yue Xi Academy quickly calmed down.

After a while, someone suddenly said angrily: "Nonsense, I also got a mess, why don't I understand anything, deceive people!"

Everyone was stunned, and an old man sneered: "Idiot! Disrespectful to Fang Yun, rude to the Tao, evil thoughts, you are not bad if you are not stoned to death, and you still want to understand? Even if God is blind, he will not give you a séance flower!"

The crowd laughed loudly.

The man bowed his head silently, and suddenly slowly fell to his knees.

The people around him retracted their smiles.

Another flower fell on his head and quickly disappeared, and then his face appeared in a look of enchantment.

"Listening to this lecture, like a spring breeze, thank Master Fang's grace! Today I will break with the Zuo Xiang line!" The man knelt on his knees and bowed.

Xiao Guogong opened his eyes in a daze, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, even if he failed to provoke Ruan Ling, it was enough to make the two ......

"This ......," he saw the dense white flowers in the sky.

"Heavenly ...... Flower...... Disorderly...... Poof...... "The little prince was lying on the ground, and the blood in his mouth erupted upwards like a red fountain.

Click!

The sound of the shattering of the Wen gall and the shattering of the Wen Palace spread in all directions.

Xiao Guogong rolled his eyes and fainted again.

In the end, he didn't understand, he obviously invited three Three Realm Masters to make it difficult for Fang Yun, but not only did he not succeed, but he fell out of the blue.

In the Yue Xi Academy, Ruan Ling's disciple gritted his teeth and held the pen again, although he was sent by the Lei family, but after all, he was a scholar of the human race, if he missed the opportunity to ask this question, I don't know how long it would take to have the opportunity, whether he could enter the three realms of painting or not, it was likely to be between this thought!

"Even if I am blamed by the teacher, I have to ask questions!" he made up his mind and looked at the teacher Ruan Ling.

Ruan Ling was holding a pen and writing on the paper in front of him: "The old man has an unknown ......."

Ruan Ling's disciple rolled his eyes, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, his teacher was a master of the Three Realms, and he even began to ask questions to Fang Yun, who was just drawing a realm. (To be continued......)