"Brother Chen's poem seems to use the white-clothed Qingxiang's "Don't Think" and the sorrowful son's "Chang'an Ancient Meaning", I wonder if the old man is clumsy?"

"Yes, Shili and Qingsi are from "Don't Think" in "Ten Miles of Changting is full of frost, and Qingsi has white hair", as for the mandarin duck, it is from "Chang'an Ancient Meaning" in "How to die, Gu Zuo Mandarin Duck is not envious of immortals", the younger brother is only shallow in learning, but it makes Xiu Wei laugh. Chen Fusheng put away his pen and ink and gestured to this crowd.

"Where, Your Excellency's poem "Ten Miles of Ping Lake" means timeless, better than the original, and we are truly self-conscious. ”

Yan Chixia spit out a sentence: "The words are good, I think Chen Gongzi's swordsmanship is better." ”

"Yan Daxia, you can look away this time, Brother Chen doesn't know martial arts at all, and that sword is just an ornament. Xiong Batian also came over at this time, and happened to hear Yan Chixia's last comment, and hurriedly spoke.

Zhang Wenqing's complexion changed greatly, and he rushed to the painting and stretched out his hand to carefully rub every word, what kind of character is Yan Chixia, how can she easily make a mistake.

For a long time, for a long time, Zhang Wenqing let out a long breath and looked at Chen Fusheng with a strange expression, "It turns out that Chen Gongzi is the real master who does not show his face, it is our brother who has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, if it is not Yan Daxia, he actually knows nothing, I don't know if I can tell me the origin of my identity?"

"Then why, my master is Wenkang of the Qingcheng Sword Sect. Chen Fusheng nodded and told him part of the matter.

"Wenkang! Could it be the sword of Qingcheng that single-handedly punished the seven evils back then, Wenkangwen's senior?" Zhang Wenqing hurriedly spoke, his face looked good, if the other party was from a famous family, there was no doubt that the face lost by a few of his people would not be wronged.

"This, Master, he didn't tell me too much about the past, but if the Qingcheng faction doesn't have a second Wenkang, I think it's the master and his old man. Chen Fusheng didn't expect that Wenkang's name would be so easy to use on the rivers and lakes.

At this time, the paper that was originally spread out on the offering table suddenly changed, windless and automatic, as if it was carried up by some invisible force, rose into the air, and then was torn by something, suddenly becoming larger and smaller rapidly, changing uncertainly, while the pavilions, small lakes and women in white in the painting gradually glowed, with ripples rising and falling.

"What's going on, what goblins can't do in broad daylight?"

The group was in shock, but Zhang Wenqing reacted sensitively, lifted a junior brother with one hand, stepped back and retreated, stood still, pulled out his long sword, and looked at Chen Fusheng, "Brother Chen, what's going on, I hope to give our brother an explanation." ”

Chen Fusheng innocently stretched out his hands: "I didn't do anything here, I just mentioned a poem, and everyone can see it clearly next to me." ”

"Silence!" a low shout came from Yan Chixia's lips, and everyone immediately felt that they could no longer control themselves, and their bodies were shaky.

Chen Fusheng also felt that a force appeared out of thin air and pressed down on his body, but fortunately, his internal strength was already quite successful, and he shook and unloaded his strength, but he didn't lose control of himself like others.

With this sound, Yan Chixia didn't make any extra movements, and looked up at the picture scroll quietly.

Finally, when the painting suddenly expanded to the maximum, and the faint sound of paper tearing, Yan Chixia suddenly moved.

I saw that his body moved, and he had already pulled out an afterimage, floating into the air, facing the painting paper that had swelled to the extreme.

"E!" Yan Chixia pinched a sword finger with two fingers in the middle of the meal, took the shoulder as the axis, swung back, drew a mysterious arc, stretched to the highest point between the fingers, and then took advantage of the situation a little, and landed on an extremely mysterious position on the drawing paper, "Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law, the spirit borrows the form, and the urgency is like the law!"

With his mouthful of Xuanmen True Yuan, the scroll finally stopped expanding, returned to its original state, and slowly fell on the offering table.

"Okay, if there is any rudeness, I hope you will forgive me, Yan will come for you one by one. Yan Chixia withdrew Zhenyuan and looked at the people who resumed their operations and said. ”

"No rudeness, no rudeness," Xiong Batian had already admired Yan Chixia, and now he saw his fairy-like methods, and he admired Yan Chixia even more, "What Yan Daxia wants to say, my old bear listens to it." "It's rare to get an idiom right.

"The change just now was not intentional by Chen Gongzi, of course, it has something to do with him, and it also has something to do with Ning Gongzi. "Set the tone first, Yan Chixia slowly spoke, you must have heard the story of the finishing touch, right?"

Yan Daxia means that this painting has become refined after Chen Gongzi and Ning Gongzi wrote poems. Zhang Wenqing was the first to speak, and shook his head again, "Zhang Seng Miao was a well-deserved No. 1 painter at that time. The poems, calligraphy and paintings of the two sons are indeed extremely rare, but they are still a step worse than he thought, and the finishing touch is just a legend, how can it be taken seriously?"

Yan Chixia smiled, "I don't know if the finishing touch is true or not, but this matter is real, you also saw it with your own eyes just now, is there a second explanation that can't be explained?"

After a pause, he looked at Chen Fusheng and Ning Caichen, and then explained: " However, whether it is Ning Gongzi's paintings or Chen Gongzi's poems, it is indeed a little short of this, but as Chen Gongzi said, the three-in-one immortal poetry, calligraphy and painting, when the two are combined, they naturally raise a notch, and barely reach this standard, but unfortunately, it is only reluctantly, so there will be the kind of change just now, I can't bear to ruin the hard work of the two, and I am worried that a few people do not understand the meaning, and it is a pity to destroy it by mistake, so I will fix you and facilitate my means. ”

Of course, Yan Chixia still has many things that she hasn't said directly, for example, with the help of the demonic energy here, the only remaining Buddha nature of Lanruo Temple, and the ghost qi that involves Xiaoqian, she can successfully point the spirit, otherwise if the dead thing like calligraphy and painting wants to become a essence, even if it is enshrined for hundreds or thousands of years, it may not be successful.

As for Zhang Sengqiu's finishing touch, it is true, but Yan Chixia knows that Zhang Sengqian himself is a great monk, and the sect he was born in is to use calligraphy and painting as a way of cultivation, which is just idle for him.

"Unexpectedly, Yan Daxia is not only unparalleled in the world in martial arts, but even knows so much about these ghosts and gods, we are really unheard. ”

"In that case, let's take another look at what this finished painting looks like. ”

"Yes, this kind of opportunity, others have never had this opportunity in their lives. ”

Chen Fusheng could feel that this painting was really connected with that little Qian girl, but in front of Yan Chixia's face, it was inconvenient to release the divine sense.