At the end of Pan Wenzhuo's vision, in the distance, a steep small building shrouded in the silver glow of the moon.

At this moment, everyone in Nankang Academy, from Changsun Sheng to those Confucian scholars from outside Nankang Academy in the square.

They all opened their eyes incredibly, and the shock and amazement in their eyes almost turned into substance, overflowing their eyes!

And at the end of their line of sight, the seventh floor of the Nankang small building.

At the moment when Pan Wenzhuo raised his head, it quietly lit up.

That is to say.

"Little junior brother, you have already ascended to the seventh floor?"

In front of the Nankang Building.

Changsun Sheng's gaze was dull, and Jiang Xue next to him, a shocking voice that changed his tone sounded, and only then did he bring the old courtyard master back from his shock, looked at the silver glow lit up on the seventh floor, and nodded slightly.

Jiang Xue and Changsun Sheng, the two of them initially estimated Gu Changsheng.

It's the end of five or six floors.

After all, although Gu Changsheng has the Nankang Order, he can save a lot of effort and energy, and he is also a peerless talent.

But every time you climb a floor, the test of the mountain of books you have to face will be strengthened by more than a few points.

This is not a weight that can be completely ignored by two words.

That's it.

In Changsun Sheng's opinion, even if Gu Changsheng can climb to the fifth or sixth floor.

It will take at least half an hour, and even at noon, it may not be possible to finish the climb.

After all, Dengwen Building, to the back, is basically struggling, and every step you take, you have to pay a lot of effort.

How long has it been since Gu Changsheng entered Nankang Building?

Is there a quarter of an hour?

I'm afraid I won't even have time for a stick of incense!

……

Nankang Building, 7th floor.

If you let everyone in the outside world see Gu Changsheng at this time.

I'm afraid that every eyeball will be shocked.

On the stairs, Gu Changsheng's expression was calm and indifferent, not half tired, only emotion in his heart.

And the object of emotion is naturally the context of painting.

With the blessing of the Dao context, the test of the humane context of Nankang Mansion did not exist at all for Gu Changsheng.

No matter how strange the Nankang cultural context is, in the final analysis, it is also the evolution of [humanity].

However, the painting Dao context in Gu Changsheng's body is the first level of heaven and earth context.

Even if this painting context is just a new birth, like a seed that has just sprouted, it is a step higher than the Nankang context.

This also makes it extremely difficult to climb the stairs in the eyes of others.

For Gu Changsheng, it was as easy as eating and drinking.

After all, even if it is an ordinary person, climbing seven floors, will be tired and out of breath.

But Gu Changsheng is not only a Confucian cultivator, but also a nine-rank martial artist who is like a fake.

Wufu's strong physical fitness, at this time, in this kind of place, with this kind of angle that even Gu Changsheng couldn't help but laugh at it, played a role.

Shaking his head and putting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, Gu Changsheng prepared to continue climbing to a higher height.

But just as he took the next step, he stepped up the staircase from the seventh to the eighth.

"Buzz!"

The projection of the book mountain that appeared in front of him suddenly trembled.

Immediately, under Gu Changsheng's incredulous gaze.

In the mountains of books, those painters who splash ink and are hand-me-down, are painting paintings that have been handed down one after another.

At this moment, it became extremely solid.

Then, on Gu Changsheng's wrist, it emerged, and under the urging of the logo of the painting context, one phantom after another came out of the book mountain.

It was directly submerged into Gu Changsheng's wrist, and the golden emblem that appeared on the outside of the Dao context!

And with the phantom of these painters, they enter the context of painting.

In Gu Changsheng's mind, there were also reminders emerging.

"The sacrifice is complete, the sacrifice is complete, the sacrifice is complete......"

Meantime.

In his mind, there is also a huge amount of memory information!

That is the Nankang Mansion in the past dynasties, painting masterpieces of the level of painters, a lifetime of experience in painting, at this moment are all integrated!

It fell directly on Gu Changsheng's body!

Although it did not make Gu Changsheng's painting cultivation soar, it made Gu Changsheng's painting skills and painting experience usher in an almost crazy surge!

It was an amazing experience.

made Gu Changsheng feel that he seemed to have turned into a famous painter in Nankang Mansion, experienced their lives, and painted that classic picture scroll that was famous for future generations with their identity!

Until the last figure of the painter, merging into the context of painting.

The sound of the completion of the sacrifice finally stopped.

And Gu Changsheng also withdrew from that mysterious state, and when he opened his eyes again.

His eyes, which were already bright and bright, like a pair of faint stars that never dimmed, became deeper and deeper.

Compared with the transformation of temperament, Gu Changsheng cares more about it.

"Now I, if I go back to my previous life, I'm afraid that by relying on this painting skill, I can also mix with the name of a Chinese painting master!"

Gu Changsheng looked at his right hand holding the pen, and couldn't help but sigh softly, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't hide it!

And at this very moment.

"The sacrifice is complete, the context of the Tao is drawn, and the progress of the sacrifice has reached the standard!"

"Congratulations to the host for the feedback reward."

"Buzz ——!"

didn't wait for Gu Changsheng to come back to his senses.

He only felt that the Sacrificial God Painting Palace suddenly shook, and immediately, from the context of the Painting Dao, a talent and divine light that was more than twice as strong as when he sacrificed the Muddy Spirit Flower before.

It fell into Gu Changsheng's chest!

"Draw the context of the Dao, sacrifice progress: one percent."

"Sacrifice reward: seven inches of talent."

Seven inches of talent.

Feeling the talent in his chest that was once again filled to the point that it almost overflowed the Wengong Lingtai.

Gu Changsheng only felt a little crying and laughing, and he didn't know whether to be happy or depressed.

Needless to say, with the reward of these seven inches of talent in place, the talent that Gu Changsheng has accumulated now is close to twenty inches.

Under normal circumstances, even if it is a great Confucian with a six-grade artistic conception, the talent left in his chest on weekdays is probably so much.

As for depression, it goes without saying.

That is, Gu Changsheng realized that he had to go upstairs as soon as possible, and then start painting to consume his talents.

Otherwise, all the talent he has gained will really be wasted!

Think of it.

Gu Changsheng didn't bother anymore, and directly began to go towards the higher part of Nankang Building.

At the same time, outside the Nankang Building, on the square of the Academy.

Almost all the Confucian literati couldn't help but hold their breath after seeing the silver glow on the seventh floor of the Nankang Building.

Even Pan Wenzhuo is no exception.

He never thought that Gu Changsheng would directly ascend to the seventh layer!

In his opinion, even if Gu Changsheng holds the Nankang Order, even if he is a great talent who made "Will Enter the Wine", it is already a blessing to be able to climb to the fifth layer!