Chapter 370: A faction of its own

Listening to the endless beautiful words and the comments that I don't know what to call them, Xiao Ziyu's eyes rose with ridicule, and he secretly said in his heart: How can a group of straw bales tell the difference between good and bad paintings, and the words they say are even more sneering. Poetry, painting, and words, not to mention Xiling, is the entire Longzhou has never existed. A group of people boast about the truth, but they can't even say what is good, and it is ridiculous to say that they are just some beautiful, magnificent, and lifelike praise.

But you can't blame these people, a group of straw buns have given up all the things that need to work hard to do when they were about ten years old, and focused on enjoyment, but after all, they are exposed to it in the clan, and there is still great wisdom without small cleverness. Instead of going to a pair of words that no one cares about to praise, it is better to come directly to the finale, after all, it can be used as a finale masterpiece, it must be the best in this game, and there is nothing wrong with praising it.

This is the truth that every time the finale painting is full of fans, but everyone has such a little cleverness, it will bring a little trouble to those who really want to appreciate the painting, Xiao Ziyu frowned, looking at the group of straw bales in three layers and three layers outside the display case, very unhappy.

And although those straw bales are not proficient in martial arts, the abundant spiritual food of the family makes them all slender, blocking the display cabinet to the death, and not even leaking out, and looking at the situation in front of them, for a while, they will not give up their position, Xiao Ziyu can only use his own way to open the way.

The powerful momentum of the unity of spiritual consciousness opened and closed for only a moment, but for those sons who were in front of the display case, the cold hair on their backs exploded immediately, as if a wild beast looked at them with bloodthirsty and murderous eyes.

This feeling made them a thrill, and they hurriedly looked back to see what was emitting such a terrifying momentum, and many sons still had angry faces on their faces, because people who did not understand martial arts felt this momentum more obviously, and they couldn't see anyone showing their martial arts momentum in front of them, this ridicule was more exciting than insulting them in person, and they didn't turn their heads, but they wanted to take the lead in taking people.

"Who the fuck is so imposing. ”

"Let Ben Gongzi see which fanatic it is. ”

"Where did the reckless man come from, tarnishing this full warehouse of elegance!"

Obviously, they turned back because their cold hair stood erect and almost wanted to suffocate, but several of the princes of the noble clan still wittily covered their fear with anger and scolded loudly, but when they saw the person standing five steps away, their hearts trembled.

Because the one who exudes momentum is actually the first metamorphosis in Xiling, Xiao Ziyu.

He was wearing a red ten-satin brocade robe, long dark red hair, a pair of indifferent handsome eyes, and a slender body, which was really heroic, but at this time his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was in a bad mood, thinking that it was because of the scolding when everyone turned back.

There was a sudden silence in front of the noisy display cabinet just now, and several princes of the wang clan who spoke wildly only felt a burst of dryness in their mouths, but the sons of the family may not have any talents, but the ability to find the steps must be first-class, and they know how to round the field with a roll of their eyes.

"What are you doing standing stupidly, didn't you see that Xiao Gongzi wants to enjoy the painting, get out of the way!" As if the scolding just now was just to make way for the people who came, several prominent sons said loudly, and the crowded crowd immediately gave way for the two of them to be side by side.

The group of Xiling's sons and brothers all had flattering smiles on their faces, as if they didn't take it to heart at all because of the momentum just now.

"Heh, Childe. Xiao Ziyu looked at the appearance of the people in front of him, and secretly ironized in his heart, and was about to point out the suppression of the prince of the wang clan who scolded his mother, and saw the painting hanging in the display case from the passage.

Just a glance, his attention can no longer be taken away, the sea of clouds churning is like a substance, just a picture scroll can make people see the magnificence of the sea of clouds, the three sons on the cliff, the one in white standing on the cliff looking at the sea of clouds, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger!

Although the black-clothed one leaned lazily to the side, his eyes had stars and everything, as if everything in the world was not in his eyes, and he was extraordinary.

The young man in Mai sitting cross-legged is the most inconspicuous one, but there is a different kind of harmony between two sons with different styles, which makes people wonder who this person is.

Such paintings have never been seen before!

Xiao Ziyu was shocked in his heart, although he focused on calligraphy, but he also dabbled in paintings, and did not dare to say that the level was high, but just to appreciate the entire Xiling few can be outstanding, just at a glance he was sure that the painting in front of him was by no means any of the existing schools, but a school of painting that was closer to realism, with only a painting, as if the scene at that time was vivid, although it was very different from the current painting genre, but it did not lose the sense of beauty.

Finding such a masterpiece, he put out the idea of making trouble with others, and he was already irritable when he saw the dregs of the half-cang, as long as the finale painting was above the level, he could accept it, but this painting in front of him was more than that, it could be regarded as the beginning of the sect.

Xiao Ziyu ignored everyone, took a few steps forward to prepare to appreciate it carefully, just a glance from a distance, and felt that each red cloud seemed to be rolling, there was no same, but there was a mysterious commonality that connected them together, this kind of painting work, it was really amazing, how could you not watch it carefully from a close distance.

Everyone looked at Xiao Ziyu's appearance of being hooked by the painting, and looked at each other proudly, with a sense of honor, no matter where the world is, there is a habit of spying on the privacy of celebrities, when Xiao Ziyu became famous in Xiling, there were many sons and brothers who dug up a lot of gossip out of nowhere.

For example, they know that Xiao Ziyu has practiced calligraphy for ten years, and the level of appreciation of calligraphy and painting is extremely high, for example, they know that Xiao Ziyu is the youngest Eight Dragons realm of the Xiao Tablet Dragon Diagram, even two years earlier than Xiao Jinlin, for example, Xiao Ziyu originally had inky black hair, and it only became dark red after awakening to taste the blood of the Fire God, etc.

These gossips are true and false, but in the end, they will be pieced together into your complete impression of a stranger, and there will even be a sense of familiarity and identity, so the sons are also attracted by the paintings they keep praising when they see Xiao Ziyu, and they suddenly feel honored and honored.

Because they will be so hyped up, or because they just think it is good at a glance, but they don't know why it is good, they also want to say one, two, three, four, five is the way, but they love it very much but don't know how to describe it, they can only keep saying that it is good, saying that it is beautiful, and they can't listen to a bad word from others.

But although this kind of liking is sincere, it is still less reasonable, so why the connotation is very important, because when you see this painting, you can boast about the connotation: "The red clouds move the wind for thousands of miles, and the red glow turns around the broken mountain." Instead of ", it's cloudy, it's beautiful." ”