Shui Jingyan sighed again: "Xiaomo, my sister knows that you have been unconvinced, today, I will fulfill you and have a good fight!"

After speaking, he was calm and calm, his eyes were slightly open, although he was nearly fifty years old, he was still gentle and graceful, and his elegance was peerless.

In the eyes of ink and wash, the eldest sister will always be a living Bodhisattva who is peaceful and elegant, and the treasure is solemn, if he is young, he will immediately become a good baby prostrate at the feet of Shui Jingyan, waiting for the eldest sister's sugar candy or fruit.

It's just that this time is different from the past, and this myth that was once unattainable in his mind is going to be broken by his own hands now!

"So, offended, eldest sister!" As soon as the words fell, a wolf brush was immediately presented in his hand.

This is a stiff brush, and you need to use this pen to start drawing!

With a swipe of his left hand in the air, the air on one side instantly froze, forming a wall of air.

A good ink, using the air wall as a drawing board, the wolf pen in his right hand waved, and began to leap on the "paper"!

In the first picture, he drew a bird with jet-black wings, jet-black claws, and only a pointed and curved beak, which was twisted into a silver-white strip.

Black claws, silver-white mouth, this is the first trick of ink!

"Go!" With a stroke of the pen, the black bird, like an eagle falcon off the string, swooped down quickly towards the water.

The painting of ink has unfolded!

In the face of such coercion, Shui Jingyan just smiled faintly, and then her thin lips opened slightly, and five words popped out between the two rows of Hao teeth that were still as white as jade.

"Jackdaw cries in the moon!"

This is a five-character quatrain, and it is obvious that Shui Jingyan wants to use her poetry to counter the painting of ink painting.

What a poetic pair of paintings!

The moon, in this hexagram world, should still be just a legend, although I don't know how to get it, but it has already been praised by the people of this world as a beautiful thing.

Shui Jingyan's first sentence had just finished reciting, and a round golden full moon really appeared above her head!

When the soft and cold moonlight lay on the black bird's body, it was as fierce as a vulture, and it immediately let out a long cry of sorrow, and then its body slowly disappeared into the full moon.

Isn't all this just a metaphor for the artistic conception in this poem?

Just in a moment, Shui Jingyan easily cracked the first painting of ink!

The ink was not in order, and as soon as the right hand turned over, he immediately changed to a pen.

This time it is a sheep's hair brush, which belongs to the soft hair pen.

The hard strokes are feminine, while the soft strokes are strong!

What the ink painting this time is a big mountain, a towering mountain with strange rocks!

Water tranquility is a water attribute, and the majestic mountains are naturally soil systems.

He wants to use the majesty of the mountain to suppress the softness of the water.

Therefore, when a big mountain is coming towards the water, how should the head of the water family respond?

"The stars are thin and the mountains are quiet!"

Shui Jingyan's second sentence also came out at the right time.

Mountains, though high, are not as high as the sky, and mountains, though majestic, are not as wide as the stars.

The stars in the sky, Shui Jingyan is naturally uncontrollable, but in the shape of the stars, her thoughts can be generated!

So, under a starry sky, this majestic mountain, this abrupt strange rock, all became a painting, a painting that was truly completely still.

Looking at the ink of this painting, a layer of infatuation filled the ink eyes.

What kind of idiocy is this?

Whether it is as thick as a mountain or as thin as a cicada's wings, it can't solve the endless infatuation of the unknown.

What kind of stillness is this?

Even the inexplicable idiocy can be tolerated, absorbed, and dissolved.

In the end, this obsessive silence, this quiet fluttering, has become an indescribable space, magnified, magnified, magnified, both in body and soul.

The empty mountains are silent, and the silence is far away!

The true meaning of this can only be understood, not spoken.

I don't know how long it took, but when everything disappeared, the ink suddenly woke up, as if it had gone through a tossing and turning catastrophe, and as if it had walked out of a mysterious and intertwined labyrinth.

This kind of silent stupidity made him a lot more transparent and enlightened in an instant.

"Are you still fighting? Shui Jingyan's words are like spring breeze and rain.

"I, try again. After a little hesitation, Ink finally began his third move.

This time, his brush was changed again, and it was replaced by a brush that was both wolf and sheep!

Because he has now understood that neither femininity nor hardness seems to be ineffective against the eldest sister.

Therefore, he can only combine soft and hard, rigid and soft.

The great martial arts naturally have to be inclusive.

Of course, ink is not stupid, not only is it not stupid, but it is also extremely smart.

Therefore, his work this time is not so simple.

He first painted a ridge of criss-crossed fields, and then in these fields, he painted flowers.

His pen can only draw black and white, so his flowers can only be black and white.

The white ones are lilies, and the black ones are tulips!

Whether it is the delicate, noble and elegant white lily, or the strange and charming, mysterious and unpredictable black tulip, under the brush of ink, it has become a kind of agility, a kind of dancing and flying!

At this moment, it dispersed in the air, and the flowers were not flowers, fog and fog, black and black, and white and white were dancing like elves.

At the same time, the criss-crossing ridges were also separated from the ink painting board, floating in the air, gradually growing up with those jumping elves, and finally forming a huge net!

These countless black and white spirits, this huge net, just floated slowly in the air towards the water Jingyan.

It's slow, but no one can resist this agile rhythm!

The look on Shui Jingyan's face gradually became serious, this cage-like existence flying all over the sky, how should she solve it, how to break it?

"I haven't used it for a long time, my old fellow!" After a slight sigh, Shui Jingyan's hand also had one more thing!

It was a gourd, a very ordinary, normal-sized gourd.

There are generally only two kinds of functions of the gourd.

Either it's a bottle of wine, or there's a powerful prop hidden inside, oh, it's a Taoist tool.

The same goes for the gourd of Shui Jingyan, but there is both wine and powerful things in it.

It's just that she doesn't want to use that awesome thing yet, after all, opposite is her own brother, although he is a half-brother, but he is also her relative!

Therefore, she had no choice but to drink, and as soon as she looked up, she was white!

It stands to reason that the top masters of the water system should be as casual as drinking water for wine.

But our water is not quiet!

Perhaps, this has something to do with her practice of the "Plain Girl Heart Sutra" when she was a child.

Shui Jingyan is drunk every time he drinks, and he is still drunk and troublesome!

Now Shui Jingyan is already drunk, not only drunk, but also began to move.

In her fascination, she began to dance, like a fallen leaf floating in the wind, swaying her graceful figure wantonly.

Moreover, she spat out two sentences at the same time, her poetry.

"Drunk and sleeping!"

"Dancing among the flowers!"

In this world, some people are awake, but they have been living in a muddy nightmare, and their greed for money, fame and fortune has caused him to be introverted and unable to extricate himself.

And some people, although they buy drunk all day long, pretend to be crazy and stupid, and are dissolute, but can you say that they are really drunk and dreaming of death, and spending the rest of their lives in vain?

Perhaps, the world seen with drunken eyes will be a different scenery!

Therefore, Shui Jingyan's drunkenness was actually caused by feelings.

What she wants is this kind of drunkenness, this kind of drunkenness that can easily peek into another origin of the world!

Only in this way can she thoroughly see the huge net in the ink painting.

A web that is so perfect that there are almost no blemishes!

To break this net, she must not only recite that beautiful verse, but also be a "drunk" and unforgivable fish, a fish that breaks the net and lives after death!

Then, did she see clearly?

No one can know the answer, and no one can give the result.

In fact, only Shui Jingyan knows this reason best.

In fact, her drunkenness is just looking at the world from another perspective.

In fact, she also saw one more thing, and that was the heart.

That's the heart of ink!

She saw the heart that was extremely humble and angry after being neglected and discriminated against since childhood.

I also saw the happy heart that endured humiliation and heavy cultivation when I grew up.

I also saw the ambition that swelled infinitely after taking power in the Gen Continent!

That's right, this infinitely inflated ambition is precisely the weakness of ink, the real weakness!

Because of this ambition, there are obvious loopholes in his paintings.

It's not a perfect work.

This seemingly invulnerable net has actually been cracked.

The dancing of Shui Jingyan seems to be chaotic, but in fact it implies infinite mystery.

Now, she wants to dance with these black and white elves, and she wants to bring all the love, hatred, and hatred in this world into this dancing artistic conception, and she wants to dance out of happiness, warmth, and tranquility.

And the huge net, in the dancing of Shui Jingyan, in the artistic conception brought out by the dance, uncontrollably grew bigger and bigger, and opened more and more.

In the end, this extremely shocking net of heaven and earth was actually cracked by Shui Jingyan's lame hand dance after getting drunk?

No, it's not so much that he was cracked by Shui Jingyan, but that he self-destroyed the Great Wall and was broken by his own ambition!

Now that the net has been broken, the remaining black and white elves floating in the air have also completely broken free, like dandelions flying in the wind, floating to every corner of the world.

No, no.

Finally, this beautiful duel, this poetic and pictorial performance, this mesmerizing and unforgettable picture, in the reluctance and attachment of thousands of pairs of eyes, quietly came to an end.