Alternative God Level Appreciation Master

Strange things happen every year, especially this year.

The disciples of Ximo Pavilion did not expect that, not to mention that a strange person suddenly came to the meeting of Ximochi this year, and sat in front of the scroll for more than half a month. With such a loss, it would be a miracle that this guy would actually want to start now.

Like other sects of self-cultivation, Ximo Pavilion regularly recruits disciples, and does not accept people from outside at will. However, when the cultivation level of the entry-level person has reached the foundation-building stage, there is a little change.

The person who received Tang Shi was the head of Ximo Pavilion, named Suhang Dao.

Suhang Dao has been in the Ximo Pavilion for many years, and rarely encounters such a strange thing. After knowing that the young man sat in front of the scroll for a whole month, Suhang Dao guessed that they have been silent for so many years in the Ximo Pavilion , there should always be some news.

Where did you think, it really came.

Su Hang Dao is old, his face is full of dust and frost, but it never hides the sharpness in his eyes, from the brow peaks, he can vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth.He already had a mid-Yuanying cultivation base, and even when he walked, he didn't make any sound. Before he came to the Tangmo Hall, he saw the young man who was already standing in the hall.

He didn't go in for the time being, and he didn't let the other party find out, he just stood outside and watched.

Wearing an ordinary blue Taoist robe, he could tell that he had cultivated in the Foundation Establishment period, but he felt thin. When he turned sideways, he could see that this young man's appearance was still very good.It's just that the color of his eyes is not the same as those of the untrained disciples in his sect.

There are many things hidden in this young man's eyes, but that is not important anymore.

Because at this moment, this person's eyes are all on the countless scrolls hanging in Tangmo Hall.

This is almost the holy place of the entire Ximo Pavilion. Countless famous works left by countless predecessors over the years are all here.

Tang Shi didn't know that someone was coming behind him, but he couldn't hold back, and saw plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos, chrysanthemums, pine stones, insects, fish, birds, animals, wind, snow and moon, those who painted mountains and rivers, those who painted small bridges and flowing water, and those who painted The lonely smoke in the ruins, the painting of the sunset over the long river... Each picture is extremely exquisite, full of a fascinating artistic conception.

Tang Shi couldn't help but want to write poems on all these paintings, and he began to feel that he was a little crazy.

Before, I stayed in front of the scroll of the Ink Washing Pond in front of the mountain for more than half a month to feel the charm and artistic conception of every stroke and painting in it.

He looked inside for a long time, and Suhang Road outside also looked at him for a long time.

From dawn to dusk, Suhangdao touched the beard on his chin, and only said to the disciples outside: "Don't go in and disturb him, let him read enough inside, when he reads the penultimate volume, Call me again."

"Yes, Sect Leader." The disciples outside the hall responded in a low voice, but they only felt strange.

Not to mention that the head of the sect has always been a weird person, this person is also a weird person. When they first entered the door, they would be attracted by all kinds of strange illusions in the scrolls, but it would not last so long, nor would they be so fascinated.

The monk in the foundation building period was almost inside the main hall, and he watched it for several days without eating or drinking. At first, everyone came to watch, and a few inner disciples also came in, but only after a few glances and left.

In Tang Shi's entire Ximo Pavilion, things had changed from new to old news, so not many people paid attention to them.

But when Tang shi saw the third-to-last picture, someone finally rushed over to inform the head, so Su Hang Dao came again.

I haven't seen him for a few days, this monk is already a little haggard, his eyes are bloodshot, but his eyes are bright.

When Suhangdao rushed over, Tang Shi happened to look back from the last scroll. He sat cross-legged on the ground, breathed out a foul breath, and adjusted his breath for a while before he recovered.

When I looked up, I saw an old man with a white beard sitting on top of the hall, looking at him with a smile.

Tang Shi knew that when he was immersed in countless scroll paintings, many people had visited them, but his mind was all on the paintings, and he couldn't pay attention to the things around him at all. This old man can sit in this hall Come on, it must be the head of the Ximo Pavilion, right?

Suhang Dao knew that Tang Shi had come out of the countless scrolls, and said: "I am the master of the Ximo Pavilion. I heard that you want to enter my Ximo Pavilion. How many months have you been?" Since then, I have read countless scroll pictures, what can I gain?"

"The matter of scroll painting is the culmination of the encyclopedia." Tang Shi really felt this way now. When he thought of the things he had seen these days, he knew that he knew too little, too little, and said What gain is nothing more than knowing how little you know at the moment?That's why Tang Shi didn't dare to say, "For the younger generation, I can't talk about any insights. A set of scrolls contains paintings, calligraphy, seal cutting, arrays, seal formulas, elixir, practice, state of mind... many wonderful ways The juniors don’t know anything about these Taoisms, but they yearn for them.”

"Okay, okay, what a yearning for someone who doesn't know anything!"

Hearing Tang Shi's frank words, Suhangdao laughed, patted his palm, and said, "It's not like you want to join Ximo Pavilion, and it's not like you have a higher cultivation base than you. It’s hard to find someone who is as calm as you. After reading the countless scrolls of Tangmo Temple, all you know is that you don’t know much about yourself, rather than comprehending other things from these people’s calligraphy and painting formations, etc. It's already rare."

Tang shi blushed a little, not knowing that there were people like him before.

Su Hang said again: "Those who boast and comment on others must have talent in their own minds before they dare to comment. If you can see your own ignorance from it, you already understand that there are countless things in these scrolls that you can't achieve. This is the real Wen comprehension. If you are still willing to join the Ximo Pavilion, then I will accept you as a disciple."

Tang shi was stunned, as if he didn't react.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Suhangdao was a little puzzled: "Are you unwilling again?"

"No, it's not—" Tang Shi was reminded by Su Hangdao before he realized it, and hurriedly bowed down, "Disciple Tang Shi, pay homage to Master."

"Hahaha... well, he's still a smart kid."

Suhangdao laughed out loud.

The disciples outside were all stunned, the head of the sect actually accepted this person as a disciple directly?What are you kidding?Even if this person is in the Foundation Establishment period, it shouldn't be like this, right?It’s easy to say that there are sixty or seventy foundation-building periods in Ximo Pavilion. In the early Tang Dynasty, it is actually not ranked in the Ximo Pavilion!

To actually accept him as a disciple directly, this is simply...

This can no longer be described with the word jealousy!

In fact, Tang Shi felt a little guilty. After all, he once worshiped Tianhai Mountain, but after thinking about it later, he just left a fate token on Tianhai Mountain. Isn't it a happy thing to be alive?

This is not his second apprenticeship or anything else. After all, in Tianhai Mountain, he is a disciple of the vegetable garden whose status is lower than that of the outer disciples. Where can he have any master?

Now that he met Suhang Dao who seemed to like him very much, Tang Shi was very moved.

Suhangdao came down and patted Tang Shi on the shoulder: "You're not from Nanshan, are you?"

Tang Shi was a little embarrassed to be seen through at a glance, but he admitted it frankly: "The disciple is from Dongshan."

"Most of the people in Nanshan are already used to our matter of Ximo Pavilion. It has been a long time since anyone read the scrolls like you." Su Hangdao's smile suddenly faded a little, "My name is Su Hang Dao is the sixth generation head of Ximo Pavilion No.30, you are the 37th generation disciple, but now you can only be regarded as an ordinary disciple, whether you can enter the inner sect depends on your own ability. Even the disciples who are the head of the sect cannot violate the rules of the Ximo Pavilion."

The rules of Ximo Pavilion?

Tang shi remembered the ceremony of painting clothes, and heard that the white robes of the inner disciples were the rules.

Looking at Tang Shi's appearance, it doesn't look like he doesn't know anything about Ximo Pavilion. Suhangdao thought about it and said: "There is no ceremony for accepting apprentices. I actually don't teach you anything when I accept you as a disciple. Your senior brothers can do many things for you, but we still rely on you to make the Ximo Pavilion scrolls all the way."

This kind of sect is generally relatively free, and it's too late for Tang Shi to like it.

"Disciple understands."

"Since it is an initiation ceremony, at least there should be an initiation ceremony, you follow me."

Suhangdao led Tang Shi out, and the disciples outside had been watching for a long time. Dou was very curious about the new Tang Shi.

Seeing everyone surrounding, Suhangdao also knew they were curious, so he said: "Everyone who is interested will come and see, and I won't stop you, a group of dead children are getting more and more lazy."

Immediately there was cheering from below, shouting "The head is a good man", and they followed, or they turned around and informed their friends.

The environment of this sect... is really not generally relaxed...

Tang shi couldn't help being a little stunned. How could this place be like Tianhai Mountain?He felt depressed just by looking at the main peak.

The atmosphere here is really relaxed.

The whole Ximo Pavilion is more like an academy, not to mention that everyone is well-mannered, but men and women have a good temperament - of course, when Tang Shi thought about it, he found a few burly men standing in the crowd , but still wearing the elegant clothes of a scribe, it really makes people suddenly not know what to say...

Ximo Pavilion is really a magical place.

Tang Shi followed the Suzhou-Hangzhou Road, and a few feet behind the two people began to follow others. Basically, they were all outer disciples, some were very young, and some already had beards. What the hell is this? Tang shi didn't know the situation either.

Where is Suhang Road going to take me?

Tang shi didn't know, he just listened to the people behind him.

"How many sides do you think he can brand?"

"The cultivation base in the foundation building period should have three aspects."

"When we didn't cultivate, we could also imprint two sides. How many sides did you have during your Qi training period?"

"When I practiced the third level of Qi, I had a third side, how about you?"

"When I practiced the seventh level of Qi, I have already reached the fourth level."

"Apart from the sect leader and the two elders, among the current disciples, it seems that the third senior brother has the most?"

"Just reached the No.14 wall last year."

"Hey, when will we reach the realm of the third senior brother?"

"Eldest brother is going to form a pill now, right?"

……

Listening to this, Tang Shi was a little confused. Generally speaking, among the inner disciples, the one with the highest cultivation should be the legendary elder brother. Here, it should be Du Shuangtian, but there seems to be some differences here.

Suhangdao didn't explain too much, he just took Tang Shi along the mountain road to the back, only then did he see that there was a small square in Xiaomian, separated by the main peak of the Zhaoyao Mountain where they were standing, they could Seeing that on the other side of this small square, it turned out to be a stepped cliff!

The wall stands thousands of feet, and every ten feet is a step. Starting from the bottom, it goes up layer by layer. The width of each layer is only three feet, so if you look at it from a distance, the steps are not obvious. It will only make people feel that this is a natural gap.

It's just that the wall is too smooth, it even makes people feel like a mirror, more like...a scroll!

Tang Shi's eyes lit up, and when he took a closer look, he found that there were many small strokes engraved on the stone wall, some were a complete pattern, and some were fragmentary handwriting.

"This is the real holy place of Ximo Pavilion. It is called Yanbi. There are 27 floors. Each floor is ten feet high, three feet wide, and two feet thick. Every disciple must stand on the inkstone wall when entering the door. Test pen."

There will be a lot of interesting things after getting started in the Ximo Pavilion. Trying a pen is one item, while refining brushes, drawing ink, dotting paper, and drawing a shaft are things related to practice that will only be available after getting started. 'This inkstone wall test is nothing more than a test, a ceremony of entry.

Su Hangdao explained to Tang Shi, and then asked him to stand on the small square below: "Step on the Kun seat, do you see that you are directly in front of you? There are eleven stone pens erected on the left and right sides, and you can do whatever you want." Just take one and carve something on the inkstone wall, and see which side you can carve on."

It turned out that this was what they meant along the way.

Tang Shi understood. Looking at his left and right sides, there were indeed several stone pens, which should be carved out of stone.

When he looked up, he saw the towering monster in front of him, and it was quite wide and long-distance, and he didn't know what it looked like behind it.

At this moment, Tang shi was standing in this small square, the dazzling sunlight shone down, lengthening the shadows of all the people a bit, and it seemed that it was going to be dusk.

There were quite a few people around the small square, all waiting to see Tang shi's test.

In the distance, there were five people standing on the mountain road behind Zhaoyao Mountain, all wearing white clothes, four men and one woman, they were five inner disciples.

"Why do you think this person came here?" The woman in red plums and proud snow was very interested. This is Song Qixin, the second senior sister among the disciples of the inner sect. She usually looks like a noble and glamorous girl. At this time Talking gives people a feeling that is easy to get close to.

Du Shuangtian folded his arms and said, "I'm also very interested. From the moment he sat there, I knew something interesting was going to happen."

"Sigh, there are only five inner disciples in the Ximo Pavilion, and I don't know who will be the sixth. It's really hard to live without children coming in."

"What are you still screaming about? You're just the youngest, I wish someone would come in and call you junior brother? Right, fifth brother?"

"……Ha ha."

"Third Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother...can you guys stop...don't put me in the middle and stare at each other like this..."

"Hehe, idiot."

The three people here began to quarrel for thousands of years, while Du Shuangtian and Song Qixin over there both looked up at the figure in front of the square not far away.

"How far does Junior Sister think he can go?"

"This wall is not completely equal to the cultivation level... I... don't know, but I always feel that there is an indescribable feeling about him."

"Did it fall in love at first sight?"

"...Brother, can you jump from here?"

Du Shuangtian, who was complained about, just smiled slightly: "You know I'm not a person who likes to joke."

Song Qixin answered silently: "You are not a human being just kidding, I understand you. But... Brother, when you entered the door, how much did you draw?"

"At that time, I only had the third level of Qi training, and I carved five faces. I remember that when my junior sister started getting started, she seemed to have five faces." Du Shuangtian remembered, said this, then suddenly turned his head and said: "Third junior brother, when you started It's seven o'clock, right?"

Bai Yu, who had molested the fifth junior brother before, turned his head and nodded, "At that time, I already had the fifth level of Qi training, which was seven faces. Among the five of us, I seem to be the tallest."

Of course, Bai Yu's current cultivation is still the highest.

As a latecomer, his strength has been in a state of rapid growth, and he has successfully formed alchemy in just five years, but now he has become a person whose cultivation base is even higher than Du Shuangtian.

If Tang Shi knew about Bai Yu, he would be amazed at his extraordinary talent.

Right and wrong at that age, still born in Xiaozizaitian, and only at the golden elixir stage—of course, Buddhist cultivation is different from Taoist cultivation. The speed of Buddhist cultivation is very slow at the beginning, but there is no bottleneck in the later stage, unlike Taoist cultivation. Breakthrough again and again.

Buddhist cultivators, as long as you understand the Dharma, it is not difficult to reach the sky in one step.

After all, the way of practice is different.

They were discussing what kind of achievements Tang shi would have, but everyone's estimates seemed to be quite different.

The eldest disciple Du Shuangtian guessed five, Song Qixin, the only female cultivator in the inner sect, guessed four, the seemingly frivolous but highest-cultivated Bai Yu just guessed six, and the remaining shy fourth brother Ouyang Jun and his belly Ye Shun, the black old five, only guessed four.

When they first entered the sect, most of them were actually four. When the disciples from the outer sect came in, there were usually only two or three.

Originally, if Tang Shi hadn't cultivated in the Foundation Establishment Period, they wouldn't even have glanced at it, but when Tang Shi came to visit the Ximo Pavilion with the cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Period, it was a bit interesting.

Apart from the Great Wilderness Pavilion, among the four mountains of Xiaohuang, the Foundation Establishment stage is already pretty good, the highest cultivation level in the Ximo Pavilion is only the Nascent Soul Stage, and the Golden Core stage is already terrible, how can I say anything else? Woolen cloth?

With the cultivation base of the foundation building period, most of them came from other sects. I don't know why...

Of course, it is also possible that they are people cultivated by a big family. Such a person said that he wanted to join the Ximo Pavilion, and the head of the Ximo Pavilion even agreed, and everyone was a little confused.

Now they wanted to see what Tang Shi was capable of.

Tang Shi here also knew that everyone looked interested, presumably wanting to know how far he could go?

Tang Shi took a step back, but flipped his left hand slightly. He had already practiced the lightness technique of white hair floating in green water. He looked at his palm, and finally gently raised the pen to write on the first inkstone wall. A "worm" character, the stone pen tip has left traces when it is lightly drawn across the stone wall. It can be imagined that the stone wall is very soft and not as hard as this stone pen.

It must be normal for the first wall to be so relaxed, and the people around did not show any surprise.

As soon as he moved, he jumped up to the second floor with ease. Standing at a height of ten feet, his back was empty, and his front was a stone wall reaching the sky. This feeling was like standing on the mountainside, facing the sky. Looking at the stone wall in front of me, I felt like I was going to fall if I leaned back.

Once Tang Shi raised his hand, as if he just raised his head to do the same thing, but he felt a little more laborious, as if he wanted to insert a nail into the stone, but he was still a monk, and with a flick of his wrist, he hooked a big nail on the inkstone wall. The word "worm" comes from.

He already basically understood what was going on, let alone hesitated, and immediately went up after finishing writing.

I don't know, how many layers is the best record?

There are a lot of engravings on the first to third floors. On the first three floors, Tang went very smoothly. When he stood in front of the fourth floor, everyone finally turned their attention.

It stands to reason that the next three are the strength of the test. Tang shi can easily write on the inkstone wall with a stone pen just by relying on the strength of his wrist. What about the fourth floor?

"It's a coincidence that I got to the fourth floor, right? The hardness of the stone pen can't be compared with others. By the way... Didn't the head just tell him a word, if he falls, he can only do it all over again?" Song Qixin frowned as he looked at it, as if he was also thinking about the profound question of where Tang Shi could go.

It's just that Du Shuangtian, who was standing beside her, kept holding his hands, with a calm expression on his face: "He made a move."

This time, the tip of the pen did not penetrate into the stone wall as smoothly as Tang Shi thought. He increased his wrist strength and poured the spiritual power in his body into the tip of the pen. Suddenly, the nib got stuck.He could feel the nib of the pen surrounded by all kinds of spiritual power that did not belong to him, trying to block his pen force.

Probably this is what is needed...

Use your ingenuity to resolve the resistance in the inkstone wall?

only……

Now it's only the fourth floor, and being forced to use aura and clever energy, it's just... a bit embarrassing!

Tang Shi thought about it, and a malicious smile suddenly appeared on his lips. This thing only stipulated that he had to engrave characters, but he didn't say how to engrave them. Those who engraved with brute force were also engraved!

So Tang Shi mercilessly directly increased the output of his spiritual power, then flicked his wrist and turned the tip of the pen, and heard a harsh "creaking" sound, and the word "worm" was slowly drawn out.

The crowd behind gasped, "This lunatic!"

Tang shi heard such comments a lot in the eighteenth realm of Xiaohuang, but now he felt that it was just a breeze, and he didn't feel anything.

When the dot with the word "worm" fell heavily, Tang shi used his strength to climb up at the same time, and climbed up to the fifth floor!

The people below have all engraved words on it, and they also know the difficulty of engraving on it successfully. How could they have thought that there would be such an outlier like Tang Shi who directly engraved words with his own strength? It's simply...

If they could, they really wanted to scold Tang Shi as a beast!

The five inner disciples here were also speechless, and really didn't know what to say.

"I suddenly felt that the gap between us and him, besides our cultivation, may be a little brain circuit..." Bai Yu stroked his handsome chin, and said such a sentence that was recognized by everyone.

The current Tang Dynasty entry has already had the cultivation base of the foundation stage, of course they can rely on pure power to engrave characters, although they needed to use skillful energy to remove the spiritual power that was scurrying inside the inkstone wall when they engraved characters on the fourth floor.

Tang shi was still continuing the way of cracking the power with no skills or fancy tricks at all.

According to the method just now on the fourth floor, the fifth floor was broken directly. At this moment, the whole square burst into applause, and some people cheered: "Is this guy going to use such a barbaric method to break the record? ? Let me see where to put the faces of the five senior brothers, hahahaha... come on!"

"Hahaha... so amazing!"

"Where did this man come from?"

"..."

……

There was a lot of noise below, but Su Hangdao's brows gradually frowned. It has to be said that he was only a monk in the foundation period, and the attack power of this Tang Dynasty was indeed very high, but for their elegant Ximo Pavilion Speaking of it, Tang shi's murderous intent was too heavy.

Will such people be able to calm down and practice their way in the future?

Printing thirteen volumes is not something ordinary people can practice.

Tang Shi didn't know the worries of others. He just recorded his efforts on the fifth floor, and he broke through the fifth floor in a blink of an eye. The moment he went up, he knew that he couldn't continue to crack it like before.

Because this time, the fifth floor in front of him has become a simple running water painting.

The lines on the inkstone wall seemed to have turned into lines on a painting, and they flowed before Tang Shi's eyes. His eyes couldn't help but follow these lines, and he was stunned holding the pen.

The people below immediately knew that Tang Shi was in trouble. The level of the sixth floor has basically reached the prediction of Bai Yu, the most powerful disciple among the inner disciples, for Tang Shi, but they don't know if Tang Shi is worth a fortune. Gotta go down.

Du Shuangtian said: "Actually, Yanbi's difficulty has been increased little by little. He was not from our Ximo Pavilion, so he doesn't know what's going on here. In fact, following Yanbi's instructions, it will be much easier later on. After all, he knows almost nothing now, so how can he draw characters based on the lines of the scroll paper and the texture of Zhu Yucao?"

Bai Yu also nodded and said: "The sixth floor is already a realm with pictures, but he didn't pay attention to the foundation below, and directly talked about the realm of painting. It may not be possible to be trapped by this illusion, but he just doesn't know. When will it be released—"

Before the word "coming" could be said, everyone saw a burst of spiritual light surge in Tang Shi's hand, which slowly covered his palm and spread to the pen he was holding.

So, Tang shi's hand finally moved.

As gentle as a dragonfly touching water, Tang Shi lifted up the stone pen, like a brush with a soft tip, he tickled the water flow picture in front of his eyes bit by bit, controlled the lines with spiritual power, and hooked them. On the one hand, my pen tip picks the place without lines, which is the weakest spot on the whole running water painting.

The lines on the inkstone wall were gently moved by Tang Shi's pen, and they retreated to the side, like a small wave that was pushed aside, and the blank part that flowed out was quite soft and intact on the inkstone wall. of.

Tang Shi's pen clicked on this blank part, and just after he wrote the first stroke of the word "worm", the wave pattern that he had pushed away before had come back.Tang Shi frowned, but calmly brushed away the ripples, and wrote again, so there was a second stroke, and then different waves came at the same time...

Immediately, I saw Tang Shi standing at a height of fifty feet, holding a pen in one hand, picking out streaks of light crisscrossing the inkstone on the sixth floor of the inkstone wall, and writing down his strokes one after another. Slow, in fact, it is only three breaths, and a complete "worm" character has already fallen.

Tang Shi breathed a sigh of relief, and without hesitation, turned over in one go. This time it was a rocky beach, and stones kept hitting him, because the force range of the stones seemed to be smaller than the water flow, so it was necessary to accurately find the point to push them apart. It is more difficult, so this time it will take some effort.Coupled with the great strength of these things, when he wrote another word, Tang Shi's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

Here, the seventh floor!broken!

The people below were already speechless, only seeing Tang Shi's figure rising again, he felt that he had reached a higher place, the wind in the mountains was already cold, and the setting sun in the distance fell on Tang Shi On the body, he raised the pen again, without any complicated thoughts in his heart, only the painting in front of him.

This time, it's the desert!

The sand that invaded his pen tip was very fine. Tang Shi's pen tip moved very fast, but what is the desert like?

The boundless vast and fine sand, if you push away a little, there will be countless more rushing up, pushing the sand one by one?When will it be considered over?

Tang Shi frowned, his wrists kept turning, and everyone's eyes could no longer keep up with the speed of his hands.

Bai Yu below suddenly scolded "pervert", Song Qixin followed up and said, "Won't this man's wrist be ruined? He must have great achievements in painting fine brushwork."

"I don't think he is suitable for fine brushwork. Although his control ability is good, he doesn't look like someone who can't know other brushwork - we can't judge him as a disciple of Ximo Pavilion. You have forgotten that he is a Newcomers can only rely on their own ability to break through." Du Shuangtian calmly analyzed, in fact, at the seventh floor, Bai Yu's record was almost broken, Du Shuangtian, who has always been very serious, immediately laughed , "Does Third Junior Brother think he can survive?"

"At that time, an inspiration flashed through my mind. I don't know if he can have this inspiration."

Bai Yu is also very interested, but this feeling of being about to be broken by someone else is really not good at all.

Anyway, this Tang shi was already very powerful, but he didn't know how far he could go.

Tang shi was still fighting against the countless grains of sand in hardship.

This inkstone wall is really a magical thing, even this kind of thing can be simulated, each layer has a pattern...

Tang shi thought of the many scrolls he had watched before, and there were many patterns on the paper of the scrolls. Could it be... this is also a kind of examination?Not only the brushwork, but also the feeling of simulating the painting. The brush slides on the paper, it seems to be able to succeed...

This painting is not a painting in the traditional sense, and the situation of the paper must also be considered, so...

What now?

Does Tang Shi need to consider the paper situation now?

Tang Shi only needed to use a brush to open the flowing water lines just now, but the stone lines later had to be picked one by one, that is to say, the brushwork used on paper with different lines is different.

What does this prove?

Different papers can only use different strokes, or different parts of a paper need different strokes...or... what kind of paper is suitable for what kind of strokes?

What can handle sand?

Tang Shi smiled, and immediately turned the pen that was standing upright on the inkstone wall in his hand horizontally, and flicked the entire tip of the pen outward, and suddenly felt a chic feeling of splashing ink, so at this moment, all the grains of sand were thrown away It opened, leaving a large blank space. In this blank space, Tang Shi put the word - drop!

insect!

The people around can only gasp!

By this time, Bai Yu's record had been tied, and the other four turned their heads to look at Bai Yu and laughed.

Tang Shi continued to move forward, that's how it is, that's how it is!

He knows what the inkstone wall is testing, what is needed for painting, what is being tested here, whether it is wrist strength, brushwork or other things...

However, when he reached the eighth floor, as soon as he saw the picture in front of him, he immediately felt that he was trapped in a quagmire with the shore behind him. For a moment, he took a step back.

There is a saying that one misstep is eternal hatred.

When Tang Shi left the steps, he suddenly came to his senses, his eyes were clear, the sun was just setting, and the last ray of light in the sky disappeared just like that.

Suhangdao sighed in the back, and then took the lead in applauding. Although he failed, he had already reached the eighth floor, which can be said to have broken the record.

The original Bai Yu was broken when he was about to fall to the seventh floor. Just after drawing the pattern, he fell all over. Compared with it, the current Tang Shi must be more powerful.

It's just that Tang shi himself is not very satisfied.

He came down, walked in front of Suhang Road, and saluted respectfully.

Su Hangdao had a bit of admiration in his eyes, "Although the murderous intent is a little bit stronger, it seems that it is not very suitable for our business, but now the scroll has fallen into a predicament, maybe your new blood can bring about some changes Not necessarily. Starting today, you will officially become the seventh-generation disciple of Ximo Pavilion No.30. You can get your own ink pen tonight, but the good things are all made by yourself. I hope you will Be able to have your own painted clothes like the five inner sect brothers and sisters."

As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the five men in white clothes standing side by side at the bottom of the mountainside, four men and one woman, smiling slightly, as if he was looking at his beloved junior.

Tang shi also turned his eyes to look at the five people. The third and fifth of the five people stretched out their hands and waved at him from a distance, with smiles all over their faces.The other three didn't move much, but they also seemed very kind.

At this moment, Tang Shi stood beside Su Hang Dao, and for some reason, he felt his eyes moist.

Su Hangdao just looked at the five people in front of him with soft eyes, and didn't notice Tang Shi's strangeness, and said, "I can see that you are very interested in scrolls, calligraphy and painting, and the reason why I accepted you as a disciple is not you. The cultivation base in the foundation building period is nothing more than a heart, pious, and a heart towards the Tao. Whatever you do, as long as you have the heart, you will be fine."

With very simple words, Tang Shi lowered his head and clasped the palms of his hands. He felt the patterns on his palms stick together, and suddenly felt warm.

It's getting late, but the whole small square is still full of jubilation.

Someone shouted from a distance: "That kid on the eighth floor, what's your name!"

"Yeah, sign up!"

"Come and be my junior brother! Senior brother loves you!"

"Fuck you, what are you! Junior brother, report your name, senior sister loves you!"

"Junior brother, let me engrave your seal for you!"

"Senior brother-"

Now.It seems that Tang Shi is indeed the junior brother of countless disciples in the entire Ximo Pavilion. Everyone in the small square is shouting, who can reach the eighth floor in one breath, at least in the Nascent Soul stage in the future, can everyone be unhappy? ?

Tang shi couldn't understand what they were shouting, let alone how to answer it.

Su Hang Dao laughed, turned around, and shouted: "A group of stinky brats, with a junior brother, he has to do everything by himself. What kind of skill do you do for him?"

"Hahaha..." There was a lot of laughter below.