The life of a practitioner has always passed quickly.

The Dragon Head Banquet held by the four major families of Big River City officially opened.

Early morning.

As countless noises and noises converged towards the city one after another, Su Qingming, who was in the Chen Mansion, finally walked out of the mansion.

Unlike last time, in addition to the housekeeper of the Chen family, Chen Ling'er, Chen Fangwen, who is the head of the family, also went with him.

It's just that his face is extraordinarily solemn.

The success or failure of this competition is not only related to the spirit stone veins, medicine gardens, and countless shops, but also represents whether the Chen family can gain a foothold in the city in the future, or even the entire Dahe City.

If they lose control of these resources, the Zhou family will inevitably fall into the ground, and in the end, the entire Chen family's business will be slowly eaten away by the rest.

The old butler bowed his head slightly, looking calm.

Because he knew how amazing Su Qingming's talent was this time, who came on behalf of the Sword Sect.

Even the disciples of the Yu family, who were also from the Sword Sect, were a little inadequate compared to him.

The Dragon Head Banquet was presided over by the Zhou family, but it was the location jointly negotiated by the four families.

The four of them got out of the carriage at the city gate, and Su Qingming looked up at the sky.

A giant dragon's head tower towered over the sky in the center of the city, and the huge shadows of the buildings blocked the sunlight, leaving the entire town in gloom.

The place of this competition is in the sky.

Chen Ling'er put her toes on her toes, put her hands on the pergola, and said from a distance: "There is a hanging stone in the center of that round platform, so it can be suspended in the sky." ”

Su Qingming's expression was flat, although this kind of thing was rare, but in his previous life, he had already seen the huge temple of the Hanging Temple in the Western Regions, so he would not be surprised by this kind of thing.

The four of them walked into the city gate, and then waited until they reached a high platform in the center of the city, and then with a gentle suction, the four figures gradually floated upward.

Su Qingming glanced around, thinking that Dahe City was worthy of being a big city with countless spirit jades, and the use of various immortal jade and immortal stones had reached a very high level.

After crossing the sea of clouds, I heard the shouts of countless people on the round platform, sometimes amazed, sometimes regretful.

The round platform is very large, only one plane, and the blue stone ground is smooth as a mirror, but there is no end in sight.

Countless people were playing in all directions, and more people chose to watch, as if something was being held.

Chen Fangwen looked up and seemed to see something, and then snorted coldly.

Chen Ling'er also rolled her eyes.

Su Qingming followed their gaze.

A group of men in uniforms and wooden crowns stood in the center of the round platform, raising their heads and chests, with an extraordinary bearing.

Su Qingming frowned slightly when he saw this scene, and there was a vague feeling of familiarity.

A gaze fell on Su Qingming.

Su Qingming's eyes turned.

It turned out to be a young man with a feminine temperament and red lips, with a face like a peach blossom and a playful smile.

There was also an expressionless middle-aged man standing in front of him, not angry and arrogant, but somewhat similar to Chen Fangwen, the only difference was that there was an extra dusty aura on his body.

The identities of the two are obvious, it is Zhou Zheng, the head of the Zhou family, and his son Zhou Ruohua.

"That disgusting guy is Zhou Ruohua."

Chen Ling'er leaned over and said in Su Qingming's ear.

Su Qingming glanced at it, saw the lustful meaning in the other party's eyes, and said, "It's really disgusting." ”

The two of them didn't speak loudly, but they didn't hide it in the slightest.

What's more important is that the cultivators' ears are very good, so these two sentences of dialogue clearly reach the other party's ears.

Zhou Ruohua's face was gloomy, and his eyes narrowed to look at Su Qingming.

Su Qingming didn't care about this threat, but just turned his head again and looked at the middle-aged man with a deep breath in front of him.

Out of the pinnacle of the Dust Realm.

Putting aside the thoughts in his head, Su Qingming took a fresh look at this man who came out of the dust realm, this person had a strong aura, but he was a character who needed him to put some thought.

The fingers of Su Qingming's right hand began to twist slightly.

Chen Ling'er asked curiously, "What are you doing?" ”

Su Qingming said lightly: "I'm calculating that if I wait, I will need a few swords to kill him." ”

"You're crazy."

Chen Ling'er's eyes widened, and she said, "There are a lot of people on the other side, and that nasty ghost is now a cultivator of the Ning Yuan Realm, and he is very powerful among his peers, it's impossible, forget it." ”

Su Qingming didn't explain, but just temporarily stopped the movements in his hand and said, "Then take me to the competition first." ”

"There are three sects and nine streams of characters who participated in the Dragon Shou Banquet this time, so there are many people."

Chen Ling'er stretched out his hand and counted them, and said: "There are divination, poetry and painting, the art of war, formation, the Tao, and Zen, well, Su Qingming, which one do you choose?" ”

The air was suddenly quiet.

Su Qingming was silent for a while, and said, "You let me calculate." ”

Counting up, Su Qingming was a human being in two lives, and in his previous life, he achieved the position of Immortal Venerable.

If it comes to swordsmanship, Su Qingming is confident that he will not lose to anyone in the world.

If it was a fight, Su Qingming did not have the slightest fear of it, because he had never lost.

It's just that Su Qingming suddenly found out at this time that he really still had a lot of things that he wasn't good at.

Chen Ling'er didn't understand this, or didn't expect this, she just stared at Su Qingming silently.

In her eyes, Su Qingming is omnipotent, so this kind of ignorant and innocent eyes are very lethal.

Just when Su Qingming didn't know how to answer, suddenly, there was an exclamation from the round platform in the distance.

A huge picture scroll exuding the brilliance of glass slowly unfolds, like a dream.

There are vendors bargaining, pedestrians looking hurried, children crying after getting lost, and aristocrats swaggering through the market, during which the noise in the market can be faintly heard.

The picture scroll on the high platform seems to come to life in an instant, and the figures come one after another, lifelike.

In the distance, there are occasional flocks of birds flying over the rivers and mountains, and then floating down on the surface of the lake to perch.

The crowd of onlookers widened their eyes and looked at the man on the high platform and the magical brush in his hand with a look of intoxication.

"Luo Jianghe, the son of the Luo family, one of the four major families in the city, is the best at calligraphy and painting, and he enters the Tao with calligraphy and painting."

The old servant explained.

Chen Ling'er also unconsciously stood on tiptoe and looked at the lifelike picture.

This kind of painting technique, even a cultivator who has achieved the Tao, will subconsciously appreciate the artistic conception in it.

It's just that there seems to be another person who is an accident.

Chen Ling'er saw Su Qingming's expression, his expression was not slightly wrinkled, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

Chen Ling'er was puzzled: "Isn't this painting good?" ”

Su Qingming thought for a while, and replied after half a sound: "Reluctantly." ”

Chen Ling'er was curious: "Is your painting better than this?" ”

Su Qingming shook his head and explained: "I don't know how to draw, but I've seen it before, and I've seen it a lot, so I know a little bit." ”

"Do you know how to draw, then?"

"No, it won't."

Chen Ling'er pursed her small mouth, looked preachy, shook her head and sighed: "You are a master with low eyes, Su Qingming, this can't be done." ”

Su Qingming smiled, and then walked over there.

Chen Ling'er blinked, chased after him and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Su Qingming said, "Just choose this." ”

"Didn't you just say you couldn't draw?"

"You can learn."

"Just like the other day when I learned the formation plate?"

"Yes."

.....

Luo Jianghe of the Luo family is a personable young man, with red lips and white teeth, starry eyebrows and sword eyes, which makes people feel good at first sight, but the arrogance that can't be concealed between the eyebrows still makes many people look away.

Many of the participants in the contest sat quietly, most of them with no frustrated expressions on their faces.

It is naturally expected that Luojianghe can win the first place.

Their goal was to be able to obtain the top three, because the top three would have the rare magic weapons and pills provided by the four major families for this Dragon Head Banquet, which were far more useful than some false names for casual cultivators who had no background support.

Before Luo Jianghe's brushwork was put away on the scroll, there was a clapping of applause around him.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful poem was also engraved on the scroll.

The competition of calligraphy and painting has always been a contest of a hundred schools, who has the ability to overwhelm the crowd, and there will naturally be a special calligraphy and painting everyone as a judge.

When Luo Jianghe painted, everyone waited quietly, in addition to appreciation, it also represented a kind of respect, but later, it was obvious that everyone would not be like this.

For a while, every stroke falls, it is like a fresh life, a smile, and everyone's expression is delicate.

In less than a while, there was only the sound of Luo Jianghe's pen on the entire round platform, and during this period, there were also two scattered cultivators who were proficient in painting skills from here.

One is a ragged scholar with a good appearance and a righteous expression.

One is a deep boudoir, with a red veil on his face, and his slender hands have also made a stunning work.

And these two are also famous calligraphers and painters in Dahe City and even in the entire Linshan country.

The three men in charge of commenting on the painting skills in front talked slightly, with satisfied expressions on their faces, and the man who had passed the destiny of heaven even nodded his head.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt that the victory and defeat had been divided.

It is already a great thing to make everyone think that the oldest calligraphy and painting among the three is good.

Because this man who is not amazing is called Dongfang Daozi, he is the master of Luojianghe, and he is also a proud disciple of the Chinese Painting Institute of Zhongzhou Academy in the past.

"As I expected, the big picture is decided."

"Although I knew that the result would be like this, I was still a little unwilling."

"Let's go and see the demeanor of the other three disciples."

There was a lot of talking.

In the midst of these gossips, Su Qingming came step by step to the round platform of this painting skill competition, swept around, and laid a clear paper on the remote stone table on the left.

He sat cross-legged on the yellow futon in front of the stone table, and then a curling cup of tea smoke rose beside him.

The smoke is as hazy as fog and seems illusory, but in fact it is a special prohibition that keeps the space in an independent place and does not disturb the competition of other categories on the sky platform.

It seems that because the painting skills competition has come to an end, many people have noticed this man of unknown origin.

Then everyone saw him lifting the pen, which was completely a layman's posture, without the slightest aesthetic skill to speak of.

The others shook their heads slightly, it was normal and natural, and they didn't pay any attention to him anymore.

Su Qingming ignored these gazes, holding a pen in his right hand and closing his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something.

He told Chen Ling'er that he had seen many people paint, but he had only seen it once, but that time was already the strongest painting skill in the world.

Yes, not the most beautiful, not the truest, but the strongest.

Su Qingming's pen moved, and then he swiped in the air.

The jade-white paper floated out of thin air.

Immediately afterward, the roar of a true dragon sounded from the heavens and the earth, like thunder on the ground.

"Roar!"

Then a golden yellow dragon poked out a huge dragon head from the black clouds in the sky, hideous and terrifying, the dragon's groan resounded through the heavens and the earth, and even brought a wave of sound to disperse in all directions.

Countless people on the round platform subconsciously trembled, and they all raised their heads in shock, looking at the golden dragon.

The dragon circled and danced, and after the first dragon groan, the sky began to rain, accompanied by the second dragon groan, and the wind and rain were fierce.

Countless people didn't care about using the art of avoiding the rain, and looked at the real dragon in the sky with pale faces, frightened.

Entering the Tao with painting, there is no such vivid appearance as Luojianghe, nor the gentleness of the deep boudoir, nor the determination of the scholar.

There was only unequaled domineering, and everyone in the audience almost couldn't help but want to kneel and worship the true dragon in the sky.

The ragged scholar's hands trembled, and his face was bloodless in the face of the golden dragon.

Luo Jianghe bit his lip tightly, sweating like rain, pressing his legs tightly to prevent himself from kneeling softly.

As for the rest, they had already collapsed to their knees.

Sitting in the center of the round platform, Dongfang Daozi, who has the highest painting skills, was shocked and incomprehensible.

For him, this person's painting skills are very rough, without any skills and connotations, but there is a kind of meaning that is difficult for ordinary people to fathom.

But this kind of meaning, he had seen it once by luck on the third floor of the academy.

The ninefold true dragon of Sixu appeared, washing the eternal world.

The real dragon is now, and the horse is empty.

This is the meaning of this person, and it has nothing to do with the painting technique, nothing to do with the object being painted.

It's already close.