New White Snake Asking Immortals

nonsense! I! I am the king of wisdom! "

The old Wisdom King pointed at his face and yelled, his face flushed and blue veins popping out, but Huang Zhao who was hiding in the corner thought that he was trying to cover up his fear with anger. At this time, Huang Zhao was extremely sensitive to fear. You can't go wrong with the feeling.

The young monk is very handsome and good-looking. Yes, as a normal-oriented golden-winged roc, Huang Zhao thinks he is really good-looking. He is dressed in light-colored monk robes to set off his elegant temperament. He is still extraordinary without gold robes and gold accessories. It feels like It is the gods of those legends.

"You are, and you are not." The voice was still indifferent and full of magnetism.

The old Wisdom King went crazy, and the old man who was practicing Mahayana rushed to the young monk with a Zen staff in his hand...

Suddenly, the old wisdom king who was rushing forward was frozen in the air, motionless like a statue, but the sweat dripping from his face showed that he tried hard to break free but couldn't, his eyes were terrified and restless, this is very abnormal...

The young monk spoke with a kind smile on his face.

"You did a poor job and failed, and I'm disappointed."

The aged King of Wisdom who was fixed in mid-air lost his former sternness, and Huang Zhao felt that he was drenched in sweat like a poor dog in the water, his lips were trembling and he was struggling to speak.

"Forgive... life..."

"Your life is not your own, it belongs to the King of Wisdom, and I am the real King of Wisdom, no... neither am I."

He stretched out his hand and tapped on the old King of Wisdom, and his old body quickly aged and shriveled, and turned into a dying man in a blink of an eye. The old King of Wisdom who has a Mahayana cultivation base is not his opponent, or the only King of Wisdom in the world is He had no power to fight back in front of him, Huang Zhao estimated that the latter possibility was more likely.

The old Wisdom King is not dead yet, he moves slowly and breathes like a bellows, and it is only a matter of time before he lingers and dies.

"come here."

Huang Zhao didn't want to go there, and later realized that this person who seemed to be the real King of Wisdom was not easy to mess with, but he felt that he would definitely not be able to escape, even if the murdered father was also unable to escape in front of him, not at all. At one level, he had no choice but to suppress his fear and walk carefully to the young man.

The young monk smiled like a spring breeze.

"He didn't know your true ability and didn't protect your father well,

He failed very much. From now on, you are an official disciple of my sect and no longer a mount, are you willing? "

"I...I would like to..."

"Okay, soon a new King of Wisdom will take over the sect, you just need to concentrate on practicing."

Suddenly the golden light shone so brightly that Huang Zhao couldn't open his eyes, he raised his arm to block the dazzling golden light reflexively, but... his arm was gone already? Why did it grow out of nowhere?

The golden light converged and the young monk disappeared, only Huang Zhao stood in front of the previous Wisdom King who was on the verge of old age and died, staring at his arms in a daze.

An old monk walked in from outside the hall, his appearance was 80% similar to the one on the ground.

"I am the King of Wisdom...I am the unique King of Wisdom in the world..."

The old monk muttered as he walked, as if possessed by a demon.

"..."

Huang Zhao felt boundless fear...

...

Shenhua Mountain.

Bai Yujun placed a desk on the edge of the cliff, holding a brush and painting with ink.

Mountains and rivers are like paintings, beautiful inside and quiet in the middle. Looking at the paintings is both pleasing to the eyes and mind. That is to say, the ancients said, "Taste its taste, understand its meaning, and understand its aspirations." Landscape painting is from scenery to work, which is fascinating and empathetic to the scenery. Without the painter's mind of being immersed in the scene and touching the scene, the reader will not have the feeling of being on the scene.

Good paintings can make people feel happy and cultivated, relax their emotions and harmonize their minds.

When Bingyuan entered the secret realm where the keel is located, he had seen too many memories of dragons, ink paintings are still in front of his eyes, in which he tasted various emotions and perceptions, and finally had time to integrate what he saw and felt into his pens in his spare time.

Painting can also enlighten Tao, get close to nature, return to nature, and become one with nature.

Dip in ink, lightly touch the drawing paper with the tip of the pen...

I didn't draw that kind of pencil sketch or oil painting. I have different hobbies and different tastes.

Bai Yujun, who was created carefully, neither wears a Taoist robe nor a strong dress. She is comfortable in a casual white dress, and her long hair is simply tied behind her head with white cloth strips. Occasionally, the blue hair will slip over the fragrant shoulders and hang down on the paper.

Unlike human painters, Bai Yujun unconsciously incorporates a dragon's aura when painting.

Rendered in ink and wash, the charm of Huashan Mountain is drawn. From time to time, brushes of different thicknesses are used to bow their heads and bend over to paint carefully. Cranes fly in the mist and the waterfall rumbles, and ancient pines on the cliff rustle in the wind.

Seriously painting and not asking about nosy things, Yang Mu didn't know when to stand beside her with her hands folded over her chest to look at the painting, don't think about Xu Ling, she must be meditating and practicing in the hall, how to sleep more soundly after practicing.

Where you need to use light colors, go to the nearby waterfall and Qingtan to wash the brush and come back to paint. Strictly plan the white paper according to the painting ratio that you seem to have learned in your previous life. Although the technique is not skilled enough, it has momentum. But it really implies.

If some people can’t draw well, they say that others have no taste and can’t understand paintings. They pretend to be mysterious, such as some antiques, and insist that you don’t understand the connotation and price. Many things follow this routine.

The ink was still wet, and the hanging hair was inadvertently stained with ink, leaving traces on the paper.

The painting is not bad, after all, he is a super little white dragon who has seen the ink painting of Shenlong level. He has practiced a few times before to find some feeling, and he can barely complete a painting that he can see in the past.

Yang Mu nodded, very good, at least much better than that girl Xu Ling's painting.

half an hour passed...

It's time to finish the brush, but suddenly I had an idea to hold the brush and shake it directly between the mountains and rivers, and it was done in one stroke.

Receive the pen.

The last stroke actually drew a black ink dragon in the mountains...

The landscape painting is not bad, the last swimming dragon is definitely the most amazing part, even Yang Mu nodded in praise, the ink dragon is only a rough stroke and did not draw details such as four claws, but you can still feel the implication The dragon is agile and imposing, as if it is alive and may leave the rice paper and fly into the blue sky at any time.

"The painting is very good, can you give it to me?" Yang Mu asked.

Bai Yujun nodded.

"Okay, it's a wedding gift for you. It's a pity that I couldn't attend Senior Brother Yang's wedding all year round."

"No problem."

Yang Mu carefully waited for the ink to dry before mentioning it. He was too lazy to talk nonsense and turned around and left. Looking at the direction, he should go to the commercial street on the mountain to find someone to mount it. The popularity of Daoist music, chess, calligraphy and painting has brought many professional craftsmen.

Twisting their sore necks, breaking their wrists, and snapping their fingers, the two avatars gathered the paper brushes and picked up the desk and walked back, relaxed and happy.

In the past few days, Master Yu Rong has been very busy, busy with the inauguration ceremony of the new head, Chunyang Palace attaches great importance to this matter.

The grand ceremony is going to be held tomorrow, anyway, if we have nothing to do, just wait to stand all morning and we can have a meal. It stands to reason that the head of the office should be able to add meals, right?

There are not many people who can think of extra meals in the dining room during such a major celebration.

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