The inner disciples and some elders who were surrounding the covered bridge couldn't help but sigh in their hearts when they saw Ning Chen and Mu Huayuan appear in front of their respective bookcases.

In their eyes, Ning Chen's paintings in the Shenglan Pen Club are indeed good, and he is even the best among his disciples of the same generation, but standing next to Ning Chen, it is Mu Huayuan, the great painter of Tianmo Mansion, the first person under the painting ghost is not casually talking.

In everyone's eyes, the gap between Ning Chen and Mu Huayuan is not ordinarily big, especially in terms of painting.

Du Ziran on the side, looking at Mu Huayuan and Ning Chen, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, in his opinion, Mu Huayuan, who was second only to painting ghosts in the Demon Spirit Sect, personally went out and killed Ning Chen in terms of painting, it would definitely not be a problem.

In this way, his qualifications to enter the Ancient Void Cave were stable, and with his peak cultivation of the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, it was very likely that he would succeed in building a foundation in the Ancient Void Cave.

Once the foundation is successfully built, it means that he is very likely to become the best candidate for the next head, if he can do this, all the problems he encounters in front of him will no longer be a problem, not to mention that he has the support of Shangqingguan behind him.

As for Bai Xinyao, at this moment, he didn't have time to pay attention to what kind of expression Du Ziran was, but focused all his eyes on Ning Chen's body, watching Ning Chen's every move, his heart had already risen to his throat.

On the other hand, Ning Chen stood in front of the bookcase, looking at the pure white rice paper in front of him, his expression was extremely calm, just like a mirror-like lake, without a trace of waves.

In Ning Chen's mind, he kept recalling every detail of the little Qianbai Ling Diagram, as well as the artistic conception of the painting of the Imprisoned Pipa Ancestor, Ning Chen is not stupid, he will never draw the Little Thousand Hundred Spirits Diagram as it is, there are many mistakes in the Little Thousand Hundred Spirits on the covered bridge, Ning Chen has to follow these mistakes to imitate the artistic conception of the Imprisoned Pipa Ancestor to paint, only in this way will there be no flaws.

"Ning Chen, you should feel honored to be able to compete with me on the same stage as Mu Huayuan, right?"

Just as Ning Chen was contemplating, Mu Huayuan, who was not far from Ning Chen, looked at Ning Chen and sneered, seemingly easy-going, but his eyes were full of the arrogance of the first person under the ghost painting, and the feeling of being high.

Ning Chen just tilted his head slightly, glanced at Mu Huayuan, and then withdrew his gaze and ignored it.

For Mu Huayuan, Ning Chen had no feelings, his only thought now was to win the competition and win these twenty eyes for Bai Xinyao.

After a stick of incense, as the solemn expression of Kui Qiuzi on the side began, Ning Chen took out the dragon beard tribute pen little by little, took a deep breath, and then according to what he thought, he added the artistic conception of the imprisoned pipa ancestor to it, and began to spend on the rice paper in front of him.

Mu Huayuan on the side was also not to be outdone, holding a gilt pen, each stroke was full of ancient pine-like vigor, but the lines were beautiful, and after a few strokes, the outline of the small thousand spirit map had been formed.

Obviously, the name of the first person under the ghost painting is not in vain.

At the same time, looking at the field again, it was already silent, and even the sound of the breeze blowing through the branches could be heard clearly.

Bai Xinyao's beautiful eyes stared at Ning Chen, who was focused, and his expression showed nervousness, after all, he was standing next to Ning Chen, but Mu Huayuan, the first person to paint ghosts, the first master of painting in Tianmo Mansion, had a hundred years of painting Dao, on the other hand, Ning Chen was not yet twenty years old.

Two hours passed, and it wasn't until the noon sun became fierce that Ning Chen and Mu Huayuan slowly put away the pens in their respective hands.

Everyone around the covered bridge was also holding their breath at this moment, and all their eyes were focused on these two people.

They all wanted to see what kind of paintings Master Mu Huayuan could paint after many years.

Bai Xinyao on the side, her heart was already pounding and beating, like a scholar waiting for the list to be released.

didn't let everyone wait too long, Kui Qiuzi, who had a solemn face from beginning to end, raised his arm slightly, and the next moment, Mu Huayuan's painting hung in the air.

In an instant, a magnificent painting was presented in the eyes of everyone, green mountains and green waters, mountains and mountains, each mountain seems to be a high giant, full of a sense of coercion, the spiritual platform, the treasure pavilion, is also standing tall, every detail is full of majesty and roar.

There is no doubt that purely from the perspective of painting, Mu Huayuan's paintings can be regarded as out-and-out masterpieces, and they can definitely interpret his state of mind at this moment.

But, is this painting in front of you still a small thousand thousand spirit maps?

It seems that it is just through the outline of the small thousand hundred spirit map, forming another picture scroll, which is very different from the ethereal fairy spirit of the small thousand thousand spirit map and the natural feeling of Taoism.

Even some of the details of the small Qianbailing diagram were not remembered clearly.

The people who originally wanted to applaud Mu Huayuan even held back their praise with a stomach full of praise.

Although these people don't know much about painting the Tao, but one by one except for the inner disciples are elders, no one is stupid, the purpose of this competition is to repair the small thousand hundred spirit map, not to show off how majestic and domineering they are in the painting.

Even some elders sighed lightly and shook their heads secretly.

Even Kui Qiuzi's brows furrowed slightly, and even in Kui Qiuzi's heart, there was a trace of luck and a trace of fear, fortunately he didn't let Mu Huayuan repair the little thousand hundred spirit map, otherwise the ancestor's posthumous work would undoubtedly be completely destroyed.

Seeing that such a magnificent painting of himself was revealed, everyone in front of him did not react, and their faces sank like water, Mu Huayuan, who was full of pride before, couldn't help but stagnate slightly, his expression sank slightly, and a nameless fire in his heart was even more ignited.

Don't these people know how to appreciate such a majestic picture of themselves, but they don't react at all.

Mu Huayuan was indignant in his heart.

Kui Qiuzi didn't care what kind of expression Mu Huayuan was, but slowly turned his gaze on Ning Chen, and didn't say anything, his arm was slightly raised, directly making the painting in front of Ning Chen hang in the air little by little.

Bai Xinyao, who was standing on the side, felt like her heart at this moment, as if she was following Ning Chen's painting hanging in the air, and it was almost up to her throat.

In a moment, as the small thousand hundred spirit drawings drawn by Ning Chen were revealed in front of everyone little by little, and then looked at the people who were disappointed before, their expressions moved in unison, and their dim eyes suddenly lit up.

Even the apprehensive Bai Xinyao, whose cheeks were all flushed, flashed with a touch of ruddy.

I saw that the small thousand spirit pictures painted by Ning Chen were no different from the ancestors' posthumous works, giving people a sense of immortal energy and thousands of Taoism, and even looking at the picture scroll, there would be an illusion of fairy energy.

Every mountain and every piece of fairy mist seems to be full of the artistic conception of the fairy road, and it completely inherits the painting style of the ancestor of the prisoner.

Some of the elders who used to sit on the covered bridge and look at the little thousand hundred spirit figures to comprehend the way of heaven, a touch of emotion flashed in the old eyes, and they only felt that the ancestor's legacy seemed to be alive again, and that kind of breath actually gave them a sense of déjà vu, as if they had returned to the years of a hundred years ago.

It can also be seen from this that Ning Chen's imitation of the painting style of the imprisoned pipa ancestor has reached what kind of realm.

Even Kui Qiuzi, who had a solemn face and a disappointed face before, when he saw Ning Chen's painting scroll, his eyes changed greatly, he had followed the Imprisoned Pipa Ancestor since he was a child, and he was naturally very familiar with the painting of the Imprisoned Pipa Sect, but what he never expected was that Ning Chen would imitate the Ancestor's painting style vividly.

Even in some details, it was handled more decently than the Imprisoned Pipa Ancestor, which is not surprising, the Imprisoned Pipa Ancestor painted it by one side, and Ning Chen almost painted it according to the authentic handiwork of Xiao Qianbailing Diagram.

And as Kui Qiuzi carefully looked at this little thousand hundred spirit maps, he realized something different from the past, and even touched Kui Qiuzi's spiritual sense, which is amazing.

Seeing the reaction of the people around him, especially seeing the change in the expression of the head of the house, Bai Xinyao's beautiful eyes gradually shone with excitement, and the results of the competition were already obvious.

As for Ning Chen, his expression did not move, he just nodded slightly to Bai Xinyao, and then began to wait for the final decision of the master.

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