I don't know if it was the spring rain or the autumn rain that fell slowly, and the ripples in the Yinma Lake made a sound, and the willow leaves were watered with a sound, but the sky suddenly lost its color.

If it weren't for the fact that Shi Shengsima Qian's Immortal Domain was in the sky, perhaps the field would have turned into absolute darkness.

Even so, there was no other color in the room except for the purest purple gold.

The lake is purple and golden, the willows are also purple gold, and even the robes of Su Shi and Wang Xizhi are purple gold.

But this protracted battle is still not over.

Before dark, the silver moon shone alone on the world, so it seemed that Su Shi had won.

But this is not the case.

Because Wang Xizhi was still standing in place, the ink pen in his hand was still waving rapidly, and although the ink line under the purple gold sky was looming, it still did not die.

So Wang Xizhi has not yet been defeated.

But at this time, he worked very hard.

For peerless powerhouses like Wang Xizhi and Sima Qian, who had already surpassed the ordinary Saint Rank, under any circumstances, any changes in their talent fluctuations could not escape their perception.

Therefore, they could feel very clearly that after the previous strong battle, under the condition that both sides had their own losses, Wang Xizhi's purple gold talent outside his body had been weakened, but what about Su Shi?

Instead of getting weaker, he's getting stronger!

This is the Concentration Realm.

Condense the essence of all things in the world, strengthen your own divine sense, and sink into the holy sea with your talents.

In other words. In the hundred and ten years since Su Shi stepped into the Condensation Realm, even if he didn't do anything, his strength could steadily improve. Thousands of miles in one day!

Does that sound familiar?

At the beginning, Su Wen won the first place in the Ten Nations Joint Entrance Examination and entered the Afang Palace, and when he faced the current Shenshu, he made the same emotion!

This is also the reason why Su Shi named this realm as the Condensing Realm.

For a moment of concentrating, it is like a divine book on the side, its talent is not lost or consumed, and its holy power is not lost.

The more you fight, the stronger you get!

And until this moment, Su Shi has never shown his sacred heart. Because once his Sacred Heart is stirred, it means. He's been pushed to the point of exhaustion.

His Sacred Heart, named: Unyielding.

In other words, even in the face of the oppression brought about by Wang Xi's divine pen, Su Shi can still be at ease!

As a bystander. Sima Qian saw this.

As an opponent, Wang Xizhi also felt this.

Then next, there are very few choices for Wang Xizhi.

He couldn't give Su Shi a chance to continue to concentrate, but he had to use the fastest speed and the strongest means to defeat him in one fell swoop!

This is Wang Xizhi's last chance, if he can't take this opportunity to look at the broader scenery above the divine brush, then this battle will not be won or lost. Whether he lived or died, he lost.

Maybe he lost to Su Shi at this moment.

Or maybe one day in the future, lose to time.

For this. Wang Xizhi was already prepared enough, just waiting for the moment when his ink pen waved.

In fact, not only Wang Xizhi is waiting, but Su Shi and Sima Qian are also waiting.

Many people don't know that this battle actually didn't start from the moment Sima Qian's immortal domain appeared, but from the three of them drinking on the shore of Mahu Lake to reminisce about the past. When you remember the old love, it has already begun.

Because of the peerless notebook that Wang Xizhi is about to write. originated from a hundred years ago, but also from the common name in their hearts.

Demon Lord, Tu Sheng.

One hundred years of Tianqing calendar, Tu Sheng celebrated the 100th anniversary of the succession, invited all friends to gather in the Lan Pavilion of Canglan Mountain, smiled after the banquet for Bo Yun, and ordered everyone to offer poems on it, and there were Wang Xizhi, Su Shi, Sima Qian, Li Guinian and Duan Yue these five people who were present that day.

Among them, in addition to Duan Yue, who really didn't understand poetry, and danced a sword for fun, even Li Guinian wrote a lame travel poem.

Before Tu Sheng returned from the excitement, the task of writing the preface for everyone's poems was handed over to Wang Xizhi.

It's a pity that Wang Xizhi was too drunk that day and was already drunk during the banquet, so he could only promise to slaughter Sheng, and the matter was postponed.

However, Tu Sheng never saw Wang Xizhi write this famous post with his own eyes.

Thirty years after Tu Sheng's death, Wang Xizhi returned to the foot of Canglan Mountain, saw things sadly, and deeply remembered the impermanence of life and death in the world, and finally fulfilled the promise to Tu Sheng.

It is the "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface".

Today's battle cannot be completed by going to Shengxue Peak in southern Xinjiang, so the only thing Su Shi and Sima Qian can do is to talk to Wang Xi about the past and remember their friends before the battle.

No one has said anything about this, but Wang Xizhi understands everything.

But he still didn't dare to write lightly, but warmed up with "Snow Condensing Cold Post" and "Clear Post When the Snow is Fast", and oppressed Su Shi's contemplation realm, waiting for the moment when the water came to fruition.

Now, that moment has come.

So there was a triangular stele pavilion suddenly appeared on the shore of the Drinking Horse Lake, there were orchids and green bamboos competing to flourish, and there was a murmuring water that turned into a small channel into the Drinking Horse Lake, and even the faint fragrance of wine floated in.

"Tianqing 100 years, the age is in the ugly, at the beginning of late spring, it will be in the Lanting of Canglan Shanyin......"

Under the purple and gold light, lines of ink characters appeared out of thin air, becoming more and more urgent and brighter, as if a round of morning light had risen from the night sky again.

Between the lines, there are times of joy and sadness, joy and sadness, and the three people in the scene seem to be calm and agitated with the change of their feelings, and then from agitation and calm, with the beauty of ups and downs, subdued and frustrated.

As soon as the Lanting appears, what book in the world can compete?

All of a sudden, there was suddenly a sense of vitality on the shore of the entire Yinma Lake, with the sound of laughter, persuasion, and amusement.

Faintly, it seems that someone is dancing a sword by the lake, it seems that someone blushes because of a clumsy poem, and it seems that someone laughs loudly and holds the hand of a wonderful person.

"I like it, I look up to it, and it has been a vestige of the past, and I can't help but rejoice in it, and the situation is short-lived, and the end is over! 'Isn't it painful......

In the dark, Su Shi seemed to see the disintegration of a great dynasty, the treasures of thousand-year-old culture turned into ashes in the war, and the old people leaving one after another, separated by life and death.

A line of clear tears gently swept through the corners of Su Shi's eyes, and a bright purple gold holy light bloomed wantonly from his chest.

Unyielding, concentrating is still there, and self-fighting is also possible.

But Su Shi didn't do anything, he didn't recite words, he didn't have a book, he just stared at the Lan Pavilion with deep affection, as if he saw a brighter sky behind it.

At this moment, the skylight and the stele pavilion by the lake seem to merge into one, and the brilliance is dazzling.

The intense light finally broke through the shackles of the night and reappeared in the world, carrying the holy will of sorrow or joy, reflecting the entire shore of Yuma Lake into an incandescent light.

Pictures that had disappeared for a hundred years flashed and vanished in the meantime, and then turned into divine intent, into eternal qi, into unyielding will, and then quickly distorted, rolled, and expanded, and finally turned into a pure blue halo, which quickly rose into the air, and soon broke through the purple gold barrier formed by the immortal domain, like a heavenly fire, falling into the boundless holy sky.

The next moment, this halo of light burst silently at a height of 30,000 feet in the air, opening up a most brilliant wildflower, which soon sank into silence.

Su Shi tilted his head, the ink-colored pen in his hand was shattered inch by inch, and his palm was not heavy behind him, but it was trembling slightly, and then he asked with a smile, "Did you see it?"

Wang Xizhi's face was also full of smiles, but his hair had turned from white to gray, and the green pen in his hand had also turned into dust and drifted away with the wind.

He nodded and replied, "I saw it, but unfortunately I can't go." ”

Then without waiting for Su Shi to answer, Wang Xizhi continued: "I gave him the sword." ”

After speaking, Wang Xizhi gently closed his eyes as if he had been sitting in the holy area for a hundred years, as if he had fallen asleep again.

Only this time, he was standing.

At the same time, Su Shi couldn't help but mock: "It's really stingy, I gave him the whole of Jiguo." ”

Then he closed his eyes, and the smile on his face turned into eternity. (To be continued)