If it is said that the night of the Heavenly Holy Land is countless silver beads dotted in the night sky, a faintly glowing white belt, across the starry sky.

Well, the daytime here is also gorgeous and colorful.

The nine-colored clouds were dense, and the golden and brilliant flying boats were driving in the sky, shuttling in the clouds, and submerged into the open portals of the Heavenly Holy Land.

The Holy Land is very large, and it is also divided into an inner city and an outer city.

Between each other, it is not an absolute ban on contact, it is just to make a registration and let a wishful mirror shine.

The mirror of the best immortal soldier is very strong, but it still can't reflect the heels of Su Qi and Sang Qingsleeve, and the two of them successfully entered the inner city, which is also closer to the moon.

Dao patterns bloomed in his eyes, and Su Qi could see that the sun and moon above the Heavenly Sacred City were not real planets, but two divine beasts.

The cold toad turned into the moon and rose for nine days, and in the same way, the golden crow rose into the sky and hung high for nine days.

There is an exchange of day and night, eighteen days is a reincarnation, when Su Qi was surprised, the two of them wandered around at will, basically Su Qi was accompanying Sang Qingsleeve to go shopping, to be honest, a little tired, they were really divine, how could they not stand it.

When passing by a small alley, Su Qi let out a soft sigh and pulled the excited Sang Qing sleeve.

"What's wrong?"

"Want to draw?"

The two walked in and looked at the alley made of bluestones, where there was a big banyan tree, under the tree, many children were playing, and there was a scholar painting next to him.

Although some of his mind continued to cultivate and comprehend the laws of time and space, Su Qike did not relax his vigilance.

Looking at the splashed ink scroll, the scholar is painting a landscape painting, inside, the silver-white waterfall is like a falling canopy, showing the beauty and majesty of nature in the deep valley.

"Good!"

"What's so good?"

"Uh, you know that charm......"

Su Qi asked rhetorically, which made the scholar stunned, I still don't know about the paintings I drew myself.

originally thought it was a fellow practitioner, but it turned out to be a joke, the scholar didn't want to speak, although he didn't know how long he had lived, he was still a little speechless by Su Qi.

"Alright, don't open your mouth!"

Sang Qingsleeve told Su Qi to shut up, stuffed all the snacks in his hand into his hand, and looked at the splashed ink scroll, with surprise in his eyes, and then looked at the painting scroll next to him, there were a lot of them, but they were all ink paintings.

After thinking about it, a paintbrush also appeared in the hand of the quick-witted beauty.

Hey?

Seeing that this beautiful woman also began to paint, the scholar became interested and looked at it quietly.

Ink painting is also divided into genre painting techniques, and Sang Qingsleeve often paints his own face, but he also has a lot of experience in painting.

From the point to the surface, from the ink painting gradually extended to sketches, gouache, oil paintings, prints, etc., which saw that the scholar was very enjoyable, at the same time, there were also immeasurable patterns in his eyes blooming, only for a moment, he saw through all the painting skills in it, and with a movement of his fingertips, it was almost the same painting of the Tao.

Standing in place and savoring for a while, Sang Qingsleeves on the side had already stopped her hand, she painted these children here, handed over the painting, and the child who was still snotty was stunned for a moment, and then stood there with a blush with the scroll.

"Cut, I can draw like this, I can do it, I can also abstract!"

Su Qi was a little unconvinced, but the scholar came back to his senses, and when he heard Su Qi say the word abstraction, he seriously arched his hand and said, "May I ask, what is abstraction?" ”

What is Abstraction?

Also took the pen, Su Qi waved his pen, splashed ink to his heart's content, and finally, in two convulsive eyes, said proudly: "This is abstraction!" ”

The scholar asked politely, "Qin is ignorant, I don't know what this is...... What ethnicity? ”

"Duck, quack!"

Scholar: "......"

Sang Qingsleeve: "......"

In the end, the scholar also showed a contemplative side, when it came to painting, he was very patient, for Su Qi's masterpiece, think about it carefully, this is also a kind of ...... Technique, right?

Shaking his head and smiling, how many years have passed, and I have met two interesting people.

"In Xia Qin Guanzhi, I like to paint, this time, it can be regarded as a good harvest!"

Bowing down again, although the several painting methods provided by Sang Qingsleeve are very simple, Qin Guanzhi, a painter, can deduce more mysterious changes at a glance, but the Tao cannot be passed on lightly, and this time, it can barely be regarded as preaching.

Half of their bodies were sideways, which was equivalent to only receiving half a salute, and Su Qi and Sang Qingsleeves also hugged their own door:

"Xuanhuang people, Su Qi, Sang Qingsleeve!"

In a word, suddenly the atmosphere was a little silent.

Looking at the two in front of him seriously, Qin Guanzhi couldn't help asking: "I have also been in contact with your Xuanhuang Human Clan, and it is indeed this breath, but you still dare to appear in the Southern Regions, and besides, aren't you afraid that I will go to the Immortal Clan to report the news?" ”

"This universe is so big, and the immortal clan can't really cover the sky with one hand, and besides, if an emperor is willing to fall into the immortal clan, then I can't say anything."

Su Qi said with a smile, feeling it up close, the person in front of him had already drawn the Dao and stepped into the realm of the Imperial Dao.

An emperor, no matter how you say it, it is impossible to be a little brother, and looking at paintings is like watching people, this pen is magnificent, and he has his own furrows in his heart, and it is impossible to mix with the immortal clan.

Regarding Su Qi's words, Qin Guanzhi thought about it, and also shook his head and smiled: "Okay, the immortal clan really has nothing to do with me, but it is fate to meet the two, let's exchange the painting path again!" ”

The implication is that although the two of them will not be tied up and sent to the immortal clan, too much friendship will be avoided, and painting will talk about painting.

With a turn of the brush in his hand, the sky swayed, a large number of clouds were torn off, and all the visions merged into the pen.

In a three-foot-open picture scroll, there is a night flower blooming, countless stars dotted around, the technique is almost Tao, it should be a brilliant light flow, but in the end, everything is returned to peace.

Unexpectedly walked into a small alley, saw an emperor who was willing to live in seclusion, exchanged paintings, and got a very good picture.

This is what happened to Su Qi and Sang Qingsleeve when they first entered this Heavenly City, it was a meeting in Pingshui, and Qin Guanzhi painted a picture, which can be regarded as returning the favor.

Walking out of the alley, Su Qi was still looking at the picture scroll in his hand, his expression was a little strange, it was still the same sentence, according to the emperor's vision, he could naturally see some different places.

The night flower inside is still swaying, next to the flower is a bright sea of stars, one such flower grows in the heaven and earth, standing proudly, and the rhyme is natural.

"This thing is good, you can take a look at it more, if you move it to your dream supernatural power, it will be even more powerful!"

Sang Qingsleeve's dream-inspiring supernatural power has also transformed into a great supernatural power, and in the next step, she will use this as the foundation of the road and get a glimpse of the scenery of the title.

At present, this painting is actually in line with the way of a boat full of dreams and pressing the galaxy.

"Okay, I got it, but what does he mean by painting such a picture? It always feels like your explanation is a bit far-fetched! Sang Qingsleeve frowned.

"Don't think about it, I guess it depends on your lack of cultivation, so let's mention it!"

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