This ink is like mountains and seas, and this picture scroll is like the world.

The world is vast, the mountains and rivers are strong, there has never been any piece of paper, any pen can draw the whole world, but for some reason, when the man in white stepped on the black ink holding a brush that was half a deer and half a sheep, and a white paper floating above his head appeared in front of everyone, a very absurd idea arose in everyone's hearts, as if the person in front of him was holding the whole world.

It's a very illusory idea, but it does appear in their minds.

Mr. Two stopped, and the expression on his face became much more solemn.

Lu Qinghou and Bai Yutang each took a step back, vacating the place in front of them, the man in white fell to the ground, the sea of ink under his feet disappeared, and the white paper above his head was still floating, and it was really blank, nothing.

He holds a pen in his hand, half deer and half sheep, soft and hard.

It's a good pen.

Jian Xiu held a good sword in his hand, and the violinist held a good qin in his arms.

As the best painter in the world, Su Shengwan naturally has a good pen in his hand, but he rarely used it in the past, and he has used it only a handful of times in the past few decades.

The sword light above the sky kept flickering, and the Fengnan Snow Field under his feet cracked an unknown number of gaps, and Chen Luo's attack flashed from Pu, and the sackcloth on his body was broken into several pieces, he looked down at the small courtyard on the ground, and his eyes stayed on Su Shengwan's body for a moment.

He admires Su Shengwan very much, and the two of them have extremely high attainments in painting, but they have never had the opportunity to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, and they will not have this opportunity in the future.

"Mr. Er just asked Chen Luo if he stopped the high priest, who can stop you. Su Shengwan stood on the snow, white-clothed Shengxue, he looked at Mr. Er not far in front of him, and said calmly: "I want to try." ”

The people at the academy like to give it a try.

It's tradition.

At the beginning, there were five of the best people in hundreds of years on the grass yellow paper of Datang.

Chen Luo, Zifei, Wang Zhiwei, Su Shengwan, drunk spring breeze.

Now Chen is in the sky, Zifei is in Taoshan, Wang Zhiwei is shrinking in Wudang, drunk spring breeze and went to the virtual realm.

Who else in this world can stand in front of Mr. Two?

Su Shengwan can.

So here he comes.

Just standing here, calmly wanting to give it a try.

The pen was held in his hand, and a flower appeared on the white paper above his head, which was a flower that had never been seen in this southern snowfield.

The sea of ink recondensed behind it, and the sky was like a deep galaxy.

Su Shengwan looked at Mr. Er calmly, his white clothes fluttered to one side, and his long hair was tied behind his head and not scattered.

Mr. Two was also staring at him, there was no special look on his face, and some were just calm, and the moment Su Shengwan appeared in the sky, he knew that he and the man in front of him who walked out of the picture scroll could only survive alone.

Datang is an amazing country, and it has given birth to a lot of amazing people.

And there are also many outstanding people in the Desolate Clan, but only these disciples from Congpu can stand up to the sky.

Mr. Four, Jiang Linyu, has died in Huangzhou.

Mr. Big didn't know what was happening at the moment in the Void Realm, and Mr. Three was in the peach forest and Zifei was separated from life and death.

Zhibai doesn't know where to go.

Mr. Nanchuan was buried in the snow.

Mr. Two is still here.

In time, they can all become the real pillars of the desolate people, but only in time.

"I've often heard Master mention you, but it's the first time we've met. ”

Mr. Two bowed to Su Shengwan and said softly.

Su Shengwan was originally a prodigal person, but when he came here at this time, he represented the academy, so he had to be polite.

So he bowed back and said, "I've never been to Nanxueyuan, and you've never been to Datang, so naturally you won't meet." ”

Mr. Er smiled: "I used to think about what kind of paintings the person who can keep the master on his lips all the time can draw, what kind of paper is used, what kind of pen is held, and what kind of ink is polished, I thought that he must be very happy to have the opportunity to ask for a painting from you and give it to the master." ”

This is praise from the enemy, and it is also a high rating.

Su Shengwan shook his head and said: "I have never been stingy with my paintings, the small teahouse in Shi'an City, the county government in Fengqiu County, the city gate of Baisurabaya, the stones of Putuo Mountain, I have left some paintings in every place, because they are Tang people, because that is the place of my Tang Kingdom." ”

He looked at Mr. Er and said seriously: "But you are not, the desolate man is not qualified to appreciate my Su Shengwan's paintings." ”

This is the hatred of the country and the family, this is your death and my death.

Mr. Er obviously knew that this was impossible, so he didn't get angry when he heard this, but sighed regretfully and said, "It's a pity, if you don't paint now, you won't be able to appreciate such peerless painting skills in the future." ”

The meaning of these words is very clear, naturally it is saying that Su Sheng will die later, and when people die, they will naturally never be able to draw again.

He's confident.

Mr. Two's self-confidence comes from strength, and it also comes from his state of mind, among the six disciples of the high priest, he and Mr. Three are the most peaceful in their state of mind, and they don't like to fight, but they bear the responsibility of having to fight.

Su Shengwan thought about it sideways when she heard this, and then said, "I can paint a picture for you." ”

Lu Qinghou and Bai Yutang frowned.

Mr. Two also looked at it with some surprise, and immediately asked, "Why did you change your mind?"

Su Shengwan explained: "Because I want to send you away with this painting." ”

"Where to leave?"

"Depart from this mortal world. ”

That's what it means to be dead.

Mr. Two was silent for a while, and then said, "Then let's start!"

Su Shengwan nodded and didn't speak, but on the white paper above his head, many flowers and plants appeared again, and many scenery gradually emerged, and then outlined an increasingly perfect picture.

As you can see, it's a perfect place.

It's beautiful.

That was the place where Zifei and Su Shengwan met before, and that was the most beautiful place in the world.

Any words are incomparably fragile under such beauty, and only the painting above his head can be presented most perfectly.

Mr. Two looked up, with an undisguised look of intoxication in his eyes, and he asked curiously, "Where is this scene?"

Su Shengwan said lightly: "This is one of the few scenery in the world, and it is enough for me to know it alone." ”

The best way to protect a place is not how strict and careful you can send it, but that the place will never be known.

Mr. II also nodded, and it was rare that he did not refute.

It's just like Congpu, and I feel more and more regretful.

They had already said enough words, and it would be very nagging to talk any longer, so Su Shengwan held the pen, separated his feet from the snow and flowers, and flew into the air and stepped on the galaxy paved by the sea of ink.

He held the pen in his hand and carved the most beautiful prosperous Tiantang.

Mr. Two stood opposite him, and the sky condensed the black hole, cutting off the Mohai galaxy.