Wenbao Hall is worthy of the word Wenbao, there are countless calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls around the main hall, each one can be called everyone's work, the whole hall is overflowing with ink fragrance, if it is not that cold and empty feeling, here should be the paradise of the literati.

Standing at the end of the main hall, Bai Yi looked at a pair of birds and phoenixes in front of him, and couldn't help nodding slightly, the birds in this picture were depicted vividly and vividly, especially the phoenix in the picture, a red head snake neck, a fishtail dragon pattern, colorful tail feathers as if dancing with the wind, the male is high, the female is docile, and the two divine beasts look like they are going to come out of the paper and rush to the nine heavens.

The phoenix is female, the phoenix is male, and the phoenix, a divine beast, was originally not one, but two.

The superb painting skills made Bai Yi have to admire a little, this picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix must come from the hands of the ink artist, to be able to figure out the painting to such a point, without a hundred years of hard work, it is absolutely impossible to do it, thinking of the elder Wen of the Cangyun Sect who likes to shake the feather fan, Bai Yi sighed lightly.

In the depths of the main hall, on the opposite side of the hundred birds and the phoenix, is a huge sword post, this letter is like a majestic mountain, opposite to the hundred birds and the phoenix, the font is sonorous and powerful, flying uninhibited, especially the last stroke of the sword word, there is a madness in the randomness, like the dance of the drunken sword, and the people are fascinated.

Whether it is a hundred birds and a phoenix, or that pair of sword posts, it is absolutely extraordinary that a high roller can write, there are indeed people among mortals who are extremely talented in calligraphy and painting, but this kind of talent, but it takes years of accumulation to reach the peak, in Bai Yi's eyes, if you don't indulge in the way of pen and ink for a hundred years, no one can write and paint the two treasures in front of you.

Cultivators do have a long lifespan, but no one will easily waste longevity on other paths, cultivation is always the most important point, but there are also many cultivators with strange temperaments. Not to mention the ink artist's obsession with the way of calligraphy and painting, even Cangyun Ancestor has not been addicted to refining for thousands of years.

It is not uncommon for calligraphy to appear among cultivators, even though the appearance of great Confucians and emperors is very common, and even in those long years, some cultivators with strange temperaments, after a retreat. It has happened to go from a monk to a friar, or from a woman to a man.

Cultivation is indeed very lonely and boring, so the habits of cultivators become more and more strange.

Bai Yi was not surprised by the artist's attainment in calligraphy, but when he stood in front of the sword post, the look in his eyes began to gradually change, sometimes puzzled, sometimes cold.

The sword post in front of you. It is not an exaggeration to call it a peerless masterpiece, if it is placed in the human world, almost all literati and ink writers will be crazy about it, but the sword post that Bai Yi saw in his eyes is different from the sword word in Ni Qiuyu's residence!

Everyone who loves the way of writing and ink will inevitably have their own fixed style of writing, some are flamboyant, and some are subtle. Some people are sharp and some people are soft, which has nothing to do with attainment. It's just a matter of my own habits, and it's rare for someone to have a completely different handwriting when they write two words.

Elder Wen Mo Feng's calligraphy and painting Bai Yi has seen with his own eyes, and the knife word can be said to be heavy and turbulent, sharp as a knife, giving people a sense of calm and generosity. But the sword word in front of him was extremely uninhibited, as if even the drawing paper could not bind the sword word, and it was about to jump out of the paper and stab at the person he saw.

The word is like a peak. With the meaning of Wanjun, the sword words are flying, not sticking to the thick paper, different pen powers, outlining different sword words, in Bai Yi's eyes, it is not Elder Wen Mo Feng who wrote the sword post in front of him.

Could it be that the ink artist is not Elder Wen, but someone else!

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Bai Yi's eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly, in his opinion, Elder Wen, who was most likely to be the Ink Ke, didn't seem to be the real body of the Mo Ke now, so besides Mo Feng, who else in the Cangyun Sect could be related to the Mo Ke?

Was it Mo Feng's intention to write a different handwriting, or was that Elder Wen really unrelated to the ink artist?

In the depths of the Wenbao Palace, after Bai Yi saw the sword post, not only could he not completely eliminate his suspicions about Mo Feng, but instead added more doubts.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, he looked down along the sword post, and there was a row of small characters written on the position of the payment.

'The rain falls on the poplar willows, and before the wind stops to stop the painting, the ink dances in the long river, and the heart is like a rock. ’

The font of this poem is consistent with the sword character in the sword post, which is very flying and elegant, and it looks extraordinary.

"Wind and rain, dancing ink heart ......"

Looking at the sword post, Bai Yi whispered softly, whether it is the sword word or this poem, it is by no means an ordinary person can write it, especially the artistic conception in the word, it is faintly connected to the Tao, in Bai Yi's opinion, the person who wrote this sword post must have given birth to the root of the Dao!

Calligraphy and painting are not the same, the words need to be quiet, the painting needs to be spiritual, and the person who can realize both calligraphy and painting to such a point is probably not the Yuanying monk, but the incarnation of the Yuanying above.

Calligraphy and painting are the most time-consuming, although the longevity of cultivators is long, it is only relative to mortals.

The longevity of the foundation monk is about two hundred years, and the golden pill can live for at least five hundred years, and the first year of the infant is a thousand years, and every monk of the Yuan Infant will live for a thousand years if it is not an accidental fall, but although the thousand years seem to be long, few people will waste time.

Few people are willing to spend a hundred or even two hundred years to specialize in some calligraphy and painting, perhaps only those gods who have a longevity of more than 3,000 years can really have time to travel the world and do something they like, or, to spend a hundred years of time, dormant in the clouds!

Thinking that it was very likely that the ink artist had achieved the cultivation of the gods, Bai Yi's heart couldn't help but become more and more cold.

"The rain falls on the poplar willows, before the wind stops painting, the ink dances the long river, the heart is like a rock, since you can see the wind and rain, the dance ink heart, it seems that you are also proficient in the way of pen and ink. ”

When Bai Yi was deep in thought, a whisper suddenly came from behind him, and a figure was already standing behind him at some point.

Villain!

The thoughts in his heart were dispersed by Bai Yi in an instant, and he didn't need to look at it, he had already recognized the other party's voice, it was Chen Xiao who called everyone who saw him.

In the face of the villain, Bai Yi can't have half a flaw, this person is too gloomy, and his scheming is as deep as the sea.

Naturally, he was slightly stunned, Bai Yi turned around at this time, and the person standing behind him was wearing a mask with a smiling face, and his figure was hidden in a wide black robe, and he couldn't tell whether he was strong or thin.

"Gentleman, the younger generation is polite. Bai Yi bowed slightly, and said with a hint of respect in his hoarse tone.

The person who came laughed coldly, then turned his back, looked at the hundred birds and phoenixes, and said very casually: "Since you are a subordinate of Lord Wenbao, I must have followed that adult for some years, I wonder how much you have learned about the way of pen and ink?" )