Leng Zuo was already sluggish, he had been painting all his life, but he had never seen such a scene.

The boss walked back and stood beside Leng Zuo, and said in front of the painting, "You must be able to understand the method of changing the color of this painting, but this demeanor is the first time the villain has seen it in this life, and no one can imitate it..."

It is not difficult to change the color of the painting, there is a plant called Spirit Flame Grass in the Central Plains, which will turn red when it encounters flames, and it is not difficult to mix brown in different doses. Others, such as gray stone, are just too much water mixed in the ink, and they are also a common method for painters.

Moreover, the Spirit Flame Grass can isolate the flames, as long as the fire does not touch other places, only touching the neck of the phoenix will never ignite the painting, which is very safe.

Although I haven't used it before, it's not difficult to imitate it.

The difficult thing is the various expressions in this painting.

The gray stone is sharp and angular, and only when it is close to the phoenix is as if it has been burned by fire, and the corners are rounded. The sycamore has dried up, and there are only three dead leaves left on the tree, and they are all different, wrinkled and distinctly textured. The trunk of the tree was burned into a carbon shape near the phoenix, and the flames were burning upwards.

The most difficult thing to portray is this phoenix that is demuting. The crow's body was pitch black, and after the flames burned, the black feathers faded and turned into golden-red feathers, as if they wanted to spread their wings but couldn't open them.

The phoenix's head is high, but the pupils of his eyes reveal a feeling of pain and joy intertwined.

Leng Zuo knew that he had failed, and no matter how much he painted, he couldn't compare to a momentary inspiration, although he didn't want to admit it, but he really didn't have any paintings that could match it.

"This Young Master Lin's name is Lin Feng, he is the grandson of the head of Lingyun, he has been not good at martial arts for many years, but he loves ancient poetry and books, and he is a literati. His talent is so high, hey..."

The innkeeper suddenly sighed when he said this, and everyone was silent looking at the painting, and it was meaningless to say more, just understand the mystery of it.

"Oh! I remember that when I was traveling to Sand City, I heard that the head of Lingyun had adopted a grandson who had not yet become a master, and intended to pass on the position of head of the family. And I heard that this person is unlearned, and he is arrogant and rude. Could it be this Lin Feng?"

"Exactly, it's just that rumors are always just rumors, Young Master Lin actually..."

Before the innkeeper finished speaking, everyone around him was already in a mess, and the words were choked back into his stomach and could not be spoken.

"It was really him! I said how could this person be so arrogant and rude, he disdained Luo Lao when he was playing, and even provoked his calligraphy to fight against him, he was really shameless!"

"Hmph! Ancient Youyun, the one who is a courtesant, and the knowledge and cultivation coexist in the body, this person is just luck. Leng Lao doesn't need to worry, we can ask questions in public! I think this person is not lucky to carry with him, and he will definitely not be as good as Leng Lao 12 by pen and ink alone! We must let him learn a lesson!"

"It's a pity that the infatuated girl never comes here, otherwise this person will not be enough. Even if we are not talented, we dare to have a competition, and when he comes back here, I will fight him!"

Luo Lao retracted his thoughts, "Why are you doing this! For thousands of years, our ancestors left a lot of Confucianism, but our energy is insufficient, let alone comprehension, and there are not many proficient in one or two." If there is a genius in the middle of the day, if you don't congratulate him, you will slander him. Isn't it Lingyun Dacheng, you are unwilling!?"

The meaning of the words is that Ling Yun has become the leader of the Central Plains, you are unwilling, are you all believers of the Extraterritorial Demon Sect?

Everyone naturally stopped the quarrel, but the indignation in their hearts was still there.

Lin Feng happened to come back at this time, and Xiao Er brought back ten pairs of ink inkstones and fifty pieces of book and paper. For everyone's critical eyes, the people in the center have long been accustomed to it, and they directly ignore it.

Unfold the table, and the two of them are separated. Luo Lao's apprentice is the person who is responsible for the question, and the person who writes the question, the one who responds to the situation wins, this is the calligraphy fight.

"Master often said that calligraphy rhymes with the heart, and different written words can also reflect different personal opinions. Since the matter of the question has been handed over to the following, I will take the single word as the title, see the word to understand its meaning, how about the one who is proficient wins?"

"It's naturally no problem to go down, let's ask Luo Lao, that is, what your master thinks."

"The old man has no disagreement"

"Well, now we are all here for Lingyun Youlong, and we will take the word dragon as the title below, and you can write with a stick of incense within a limited time!"

The two of them stood in the hall, closing their eyes and falling into meditation. The whole inn became silent, and no one dared to open their mouths to disturb it.

Not long after, Luo Lao opened his eyes, held the pen and waved it on the paper, the pen stroke wandered between vigorous and powerful, into the wood three points, not long, the dragon word on the paper, into the eye.

Everyone watched and applauded dumbly. This word is magnificent, like a dragon's head. The pen is delicate, like a dragon's tail. The pen blades shake between the lines and turn into Taoist dragon scales, and they are smooth, which means the body of a real dragon. The dragon's body is divided into two claws, vigorous and powerful, and the pen is sharp like sharp claws. It can be said that the dragon character is written vividly and vividly, and there is no flaw to be found.

At this time, Lin Feng on the side also began to write, with thick ink as the head and heavy brushwork, writing an ordinary dragon character.

Everyone was still a little nervous, but they were relieved when they saw it.

However, Lin Feng did not stop there, poured ink with water, diluted it and dyed it again, and wantonly smeared the words until the whole word was completely covered.

At first, Luo Shi thought that Lin Feng had given up, but after the other party put down the pen, he sighed and lost again.

Luo Lao didn't wait for everyone to speak, and saluted first, "The old man's calligraphy has been honed for thirty years in vain, and the old man of Lin Shaoxia is convinced." But I have a request, and I hope that the young man will give this word to the next one, and it will be regarded as a treasure in the future, and it will be with me."

Luo Lao's apprentice hurriedly stepped forward, "Master, what's wrong with you, you won this competition, why do you have to do this?"

"You've been with me for five years. As a teacher, he only taught you how to use a pen and how to write, but forgot to teach you the heart of words."

Everyone gathered around, in fact, the two of them knew that Luo Lao was better when they looked at the writing. I don't understand why it's like this.

"The old man has come to Lingyun every year, and he has been here for 20 years. It's just to watch the dragon, but it's never been possible. If it is about writing and penmanship, the word Shaoxia is indeed defeated. But you see, the dragon character is hidden behind it, there is a thick fog to obscure it, only to see its shape but can not see clearly, just as we have only heard but never seen it, when it comes to knowing how to write, this is the essence, but also the intention of the word. This is the real Lingyun Wandering Dragon."

Lin Feng took a few steps forward, hugged his fists and saluted, "I was rude before, I thought that Luo Lao's writing would be arrogant in his life, even if he saw the words, he wouldn't admit it, but I didn't expect it... Bow down next. If Luo Lao likes this word, take it away."

"Hehehe, then thank you Shaoxia for making it perfect. I heard that Master Lin is also a person who loves words, so I ask for this clumsy pen to be given on my behalf, which can be regarded as my waiting. I hope you don't dislike it."