I'm the king of wisdom!"

The old wisdom king pointed hard at his face and yelled, his face turned red and bruised, but Huang Zhao, who was hiding in the corner, thought that he was trying to hide his fear with anger, and Huang Zhao was extremely sensitive to fear at this time, and that feeling would not be wrong.

The young monk is very handsome and good-looking, yes, as a golden-winged Dapeng with a normal orientation, Huang Zhao thinks he is really good-looking, a light-colored monk's robe sets off his elegant temperament, there is no golden robe and no gold ornaments are still extraordinary, I feel like those legendary gods.

"You are and you are not. The voice was still indifferent and magnetic.

The old wisdom king went crazy, and the old man with Mahayana cultivation rushed to the young monk with a Zen staff in his hand......

Suddenly, the old wise king who rushed forward froze in the air, motionless like a statue, but the sweat kept dripping from his face, indicating that he tried to break free from the restraints but couldn't, and his eyes were frightened, which was very abnormal......

The young monk spoke, smiling and kind.

"You did a bad job, you failed, and I'm disappointed. ”

The old wisdom king who was fixed in mid-air was gone, and Huang Zhao felt that he was soaked in sweat like a poor water dog, and his lips trembled and he struggled to speak.

"Rao...... Destiny ......"

"Your life is not your own, but the life of the King of Wisdom, and I am the true King of Wisdom, no...... Me neither. ”

Stretched out his hand and tapped on the old wisdom king, the old body immediately aged rapidly and shriveled, and in a blink of an eye became a person who was about to dry up, the old wisdom king with the Mahayana cultivation was not his opponent, or only the wisdom king in the world had no power to fight back in front of him, Huang Zhao estimated that the latter was more likely.

The old wise king is not dead, his movements are slow, his breathing is like a bellows, and it is only a matter of time before he dies.

"You, come here. ”

Huang Zhao didn't want to go over, and found that this person who seemed to be the real king of wisdom was not easy to mess with, but it felt that it would definitely not be able to escape, even if the killed father couldn't escape in front of him, it was not at the same level at all, so he had no choice but to suppress his fear and carefully walk to the young man.

The young monk smiled like a spring breeze.

"He doesn't know your true ability and doesn't protect your father well, he is a failure, now you are an official disciple of my sect and no longer a mount, are you willing?"

"I ...... I'm willing to ......."

"Okay, soon there will be a new Wisdom King taking over the sect, you can just concentrate on cultivation. ”

Suddenly, the golden light shook so much that Huang Zhao couldn't open his eyes, and reflexively raised his arm to resist the dazzling golden light, but ...... Isn't this arm of mine gone, and why did it suddenly grow back?

The golden light disappeared from the young monk, leaving only Huang Zhao standing in front of the previous Wisdom King who was on the verge of old age and dying, looking at his arms in a daze.

Outside the hall walked an old monk, who looked like the one on the ground.

"I am the King of Wisdom...... I am the only wise king in the world......"

The old monk muttered as he walked, as if he had fallen into a spell.

“......”

Huang Zhao felt boundless fear......

......

Shenhua Mountain.

Bai Yujun placed a desk on the edge of the cliff, holding a brush and painting with ink.

The landscape painting is from the scenery to the work, with the characteristics of fascinating and empathy in the scene, without the painter integrating into the immersive touch of the scene, there is no immersive feeling of the reader.

A good painting can make people feel good and edify, relax and harmonize the soul, in short, 'refresh the mind'.

When Bingyuan entered the secret realm where the dragon bone was located, he had seen too many memories of the dragon, and the ink paintings were still in front of him, in which he tasted all kinds of emotions and feelings, and finally had time to integrate what he saw and felt into his pen in his spare time.

Painting can also lead to enlightenment, to get close to nature, to return to nature, and to be one with nature.

Dip the ink and touch the tip of the pen on the paper......

I didn't draw that kind of pencil sketch or oil painting, and I have different hobbies and different tastes.

Bai Yujun, who was carefully created, did not wear a robe or a strong suit, she was comfortable in a white dress at will, her long hair was simply tied back with strips of white cloth, and occasionally the green silk would slide over her shoulders and hang on the paper.

Unlike human painters, Bai Yujun unconsciously incorporates a trace of dragon momentum when painting.

Ink rendering, painting the charm of Huashan, from time to time to change to the brush of different thicknesses to bow down and bend down to paint carefully, the sea of fog cranes flying and the waterfall rumble, the cliff side of the ancient pine wind blowing sound.

Painting seriously and not asking about idle things, Yang Mu didn't know when to stand next to her with her hands on her chest and look at the painting, don't think about Xu Ling, she must be meditating and practicing in the main hall, how to sleep more soundly.

If you need to use a light color, you will go to the waterfall next to Qingtan to wash the brush and come back and continue to paint, in strict accordance with the painting scale that seems to have been learned in the previous life, planning the white paper, although the skill is not skilled enough, but there is a potential, not the kind of blowing out but really containing.

Some people can't draw the momentum and say that others don't have the appreciation to understand the painting, so they pretend to be ghosts, such as some antiques and the like, and they insist that you don't understand the connotation of the price and open your mouth, and many things are this routine.

The ink has not dried, and the hair that has fallen down has inadvertently stained the ink and left traces on the paper.

The painting is okay, after all, it is a super little white Jiao who has seen the dragon level ink painting, and I have practiced the pen a few times before to find a little feeling, and I can barely finish a painting of the past.

Yang Mu nodded, it's very good, at least it's much better than Xu Ling's girl's drawing.

Half an hour passed......

It's time to put away the pen at the end, but suddenly I have an idea, and I hold the brush and let the feeling shake directly between the mountains and rivers, and it is a stroke.

Close.

The last stroke actually drew a black ink dragon in the mountains......

The landscape painting is okay, the last swimming dragon is definitely the most amazing, even Yang Mu nodded again and again, the ink dragon is just a rough stroke, and the details such as the four claws are not drawn, but you can still feel the smart momentum of the dragon contained, as if it comes to life and may leave the rice paper at any time and fly into the blue sky.

"It's a good drawing, can you give it to me? Yang Mu asked.

Bai Yujun nodded.

"Yes, it should be regarded as a wedding gift for you, it is a pity that I have not been able to attend Senior Brother Yang's wedding all year round. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Yang Mu carefully waited for the ink to dry before mentioning it, too lazy to talk nonsense and turned around and left, looking at the direction should be to go to the mountain commercial street to find someone to frame, Daomen qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are prevalent, and there are many more professional craftsmen.

Twisting his somewhat sore neck, breaking his wrists, snapping his fingers, the two separaters stepped forward to pack up the paper and brushes, picked up the desk and walked back, relaxed and happy.

In the past few days, Master Yu Rong has been very busy, busy with the inauguration ceremony of the new head, and the whole of the Chunyang Palace attaches great importance to this matter.

There's going to be a ceremony tomorrow.,Anyway, we don't have anything to do, just wait to stand and eat in the morning.,It stands to reason that the head of the house should be able to add food, right?

There aren't many people who can think about eating in the dining room for such a major celebration.

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