Alternative God Level Appreciation Master

In fact, it was just such a flash of inspiration, but when he actually used it, he felt that one-third of his spiritual power had gone with him, and Tang Shi suddenly cursed in his heart - he hadn't said such a stupid sentence for a long time. !

One-third of the spiritual power in his body was used up in one breath. Isn't this poem on the same level as "One year old and one dry" and "How many flowers fall?"Is it that exaggerated?

In front of the Lingtian, a ray of light suddenly appeared on the Chong Er Baojian held by Tang Shi, and it flew out to cover the entire Lingtian in an instant. There was no reaction after the radiance. Tang Shi only felt that the light was Like a veil, it covered the Lingtian in front of me, and the seeds that had just taken root after being sown.

Tang Shizheng felt that something was wrong, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that there were actually changes in the spiritual field—all the seeds that had just taken root had now begun to germinate, and even the seven-bead fruit had a little tender tip.

The growth cycle of Zhu Yu grass is one month, but now there are light blue shoots coming out suddenly, obviously the growth cycle was shortened by the poem in Tang Dynasty just now.

Just how much did it grow?Is the effect just shortening the growth cycle?

Tang Shi felt a little puzzled. When I read this poem, I was thinking of the difference between "a grain of millet and ten thousand grains". It stands to reason that it should be a bumper harvest, but this poem is not exaggerated in terms of time. As a result, spring planting and autumn harvest are all normal farming time. According to Tang Shi's initial guess, at least the quality of the plants should be improved in order to obtain a bumper harvest in the future, but now it seems... the effect seems to be different from what I imagined?

He walked over, took the Chong Er Bao Jian, sat down in the spiritual field, gently touched a seed of Zhu Yu grass with his fingers, and lifted up the small root bud. It looks about an inch high, but——this is what I just planted.

Tang Shi found it strange that planting in spring and harvesting in autumn never involve exaggeration or exaggeration of time. Why is there a change in the growth cycle?

The spiritual power of his fingertips went deep into the inside of the seed to investigate, only to find that the seed was different from when he had just planted it.

This bag of seeds was nothing more than a second-grade Zhu Yucao, but now when Tang Shi went to investigate, he found that it had instantly turned into a third-grade seed!

Tang shi almost choked out a mouthful of blood, do you want to be so hard?

The quality of the seeds has been improved because of this line of his poem?Will I be able to make a fortune just by selling seeds in the future?

Holding that one seed, Tang Shi was going crazy with joy. He put it down and hurriedly looked at other seeds, but after reading it a few times, he frowned.

Not all the seeds have been transformed into high-grade good seeds. After seeing a lot, Tang Shi found that only one-third of Zhu Yucao's seeds had been upgraded, and most of the rest were only slightly better. .

But in this way, Tang Shi felt relieved. After all, if the poems were too unnatural, he would feel uneasy - some things are too powerful to be a good thing.

What Tang Shi likes is the feeling of going up step by step. He is just a foundation building stage, and he can raise one-third of the seeds to a higher level, which is already very powerful.

The improvement of the level of spirit grass depends on Ling Zhifu's careful care. With a single poem, all the seeds will become high-level. Tang Shi really doesn't think there is such a good thing in the world that you can get something for nothing.

As the level of the seeds increases, it is easy to say that the growth cycle is shortened.

Generally speaking, high-grade seeds have a relatively short growth cycle, so after Tang shi raised the grade of these seeds, their growth rate also increased accordingly.

Tang shi was relieved, and suddenly felt that his comprehension of the poems was quite good.

One grain of millet, ten thousand seeds.

He turned to look at the seven-bead fruit, and the effect was similar, except... only a quarter of these seeds had been upgraded. It seemed that the more precious the seeds, the harder it was to upgrade.

Tang shi figured out some patterns, but when he thought about the future harvest of this spiritual field, he laughed.

Planting one grain of millet in spring and harvesting ten thousand seeds in autumn is an exaggerated way of writing, but I don’t know—can Tang Shi’s harvest be exaggerated?

It was already late at night, so Tang Shi went back to his room under the big banyan tree and meditated for a while, replenishing the spiritual power he had used up before, and then opened his eyes energetically.

So another new day began. He obviously only came to Ximo Pavilion not long ago, but he felt that he had completely adapted to this kind of life.People who come and go will say hello, and those who don't know will occasionally nod and smile. At least the behavior will not make people feel that they are completely in two worlds, and they will not make people feel like strangers.

In early morning class, sitting in his original seat, Tang Shi realized that Bai Yu was standing on the stage.

He turned around and asked the skinny man beside him, "Senior Brother Gao, why did you change people?

"Oh, these classes are all in rotation. The elders and inner disciples will give lectures. But all inner disciples are fourth-rank ink masters and above. Naturally, there will be no problem teaching us those who are below fourth-rank. Of course... Most of us in this small class are not in the top class. But... Brother Bai Yu's mouth is poisonous, but it has an advantage." The desire to tantalize people was satisfied, so he smiled, "I thought Senior Brother Bai Yu was good-looking, so there must be many beautiful senior sisters and senior sisters who will come to attend the class."

"So that's the case?" Tang Shi stroked his chin and looked around. Sure enough, there were a lot of female disciples. It seemed that Senior Brother Bai Yu was very popular.

But it has nothing to do with him, Tang shi is still concerned about Bai Yu's level.

He knew that Bai Yu was now a monk at the Golden Core stage, and it was unclear which stage of the Golden Core stage it was, but he just heard that the fourth-rank ink masters, and the inner disciples were all fourth-rank and above, so what rank is Bai Yu? ?

Tang Shi had doubts in his heart, so he didn't suppress it, and asked directly: "Isn't senior brother Bai Yu the third senior brother? Why is his cultivation level higher than that of senior brother? How many grades of ink master is senior brother Bai Yu?"

"Seats in the sect are determined according to the length of entry time, and the inner sect is the same. The senior brother enters first, that is the senior senior brother is the senior senior brother. Now the third senior brother is in the early stage of Jindan, and is the only golden disciple among the inner disciples. Alchemy stage, but he is about to reach the middle stage of Golden Core, and I heard that he formed the alchemy in the Xiaohuang Eighteenth Realm." Senior Brother Gao knew a lot, and he spoke with a posture of eloquence. "You may not have heard of it, Xiaohuang Eighteen Realms..."

"I know."

Tang Shi replied subconsciously, and then saw Senior Brother Gao looking at him with weird eyes, and immediately knew that he shouldn't say this, he smiled and explained: "Didn't there be Xiaohuang eighteen before?" Is it the meeting of the realm? I heard that the rumors are quite powerful. But it is really not easy for Senior Brother Bai Yu to break through inside."

Brother Gao, how could he have imagined that the innocent little brother in front of him also came out of the field of life and death like the Eighteenth Realm of Xiaohuang?He didn't think much about it, and continued: "Since you know the eighteenth realm of Xiaohuang, I don't need to say more. Before entering the eighteenth realm of Xiaohuang, Senior Brother Bai Yu had the same cultivation level as Senior Brother. It's just that among the inner disciples, the senior brother was indeed the one with the highest cultivation, but then it seemed that something happened during the cultivation process, which made his mood bad, and his cultivation dropped instead."

Another drop in cultivation?

Why did Tang shi keep hearing this word recently?

He was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, he saw Bai Yu coming to them and knocking on their case. "It's time to go to class, and the two of you seem to be chatting happily."

Brother Gao quickly shut up and started to tidy up his lacquer case. When Tang Shi heard the chilly voice, he also trembled secretly, and hurriedly lowered his head to go about his own business.

Bai Yu just said it casually, then walked back to the top and began to give lectures.

"Today, what we are going to talk about is brushwork. I have always been relatively fast. If I can keep up, I will keep up. If I can't keep up, I will continue to talk about it tomorrow."

To Tang Shi's surprise, Bai Yu, who looked very frivolous at first, had completely changed his temperament when he stood on top. The female disciples below covered their faces and looked at him with affection. he.

Tang Shichu was a little speechless at the beginning, but he was quickly attracted by what Bai Yu said.The brushwork, gestures, analysis of the lines on the Zhuyu paper, and what kind of strokes can be used to obtain a better painting effect when painting, and finally a little bit of knowledge about seal cutting and formation.

But in the end Bai Yu also said: "There are many things involved in making scrolls. We only talk about painting and calligraphy now, and we will talk about seal cutting in the future, because every famous ink master has his own seal. You have become a high-grade model, and you have to seal your own seal. Arrays are things that can improve the quality of scrolls. Scrolls that only rely on scroll paper and ink, if you add arrays, it has a good effect, such as Psychedelic, attack, siege, etc., after you have a grade, you can continue to study. That’s all for today, those who have passed the fourth-level inkstone wall before, now go to the back hall to take the test of the first-grade ink master .”

When Bai Yu packed up his things and was about to leave, Tang Shi was still a little dazed. He pointed at himself and asked Bai Yu, "Senior brother, do I want to go too?"

Bai Yu was also taken aback for a moment, but then smiled and said, "Go and have a look, anyway, you have also reached the eighth floor, and the next few days will be a series of tests inside the door, once every seven days, starting from the fourth floor, Fifth level, sixth level, seventh level... With your current strength, it may be difficult to become a high-grade ink master, but—it’s good to learn more, little junior brother, senior brother is very optimistic about you!”

Third brother, you say that, I feel a lot of pressure, okay?

Tang Shi was a little speechless. Seeing that Bai Yu still had something to do, he said goodbye to him and went to the apse. Seeing that all the people who were going to participate had registered at the front, he also went to register. Tang Shi It's just for fun, and there is not much pressure. Under the enthusiastic guidance of the person in charge, he has already sat in his seat.

This position is actually similar to the lacquer table in class, but the Zhuyu paper placed on it is more exquisitely made than before, even the pens in front are full of a dozen, and there is something like a paint plate on the left .

After all, I don’t know if the scroll picture is a splashed ink landscape, only black and white is needed, and some people like fine brushwork such as flowers, birds, insects and fish, just like the clothes of the second senior sister Song Qixin, in addition to black, there is also red, presumably it is seven pearl fruit One of the seven colors, right?

Tang Shi looked around him, and there were people all around him. There were always more than a hundred people sitting in the apse, all sitting there upright, a little serious.

Most of the people around are unknown, and they will not chat with people in this kind of scene.

Elder Zhou Mowen who appeared yesterday came up, and a long white jade board was hung on the screen wall in front of the hall. After Zhou Mowen stood in front of the white board, the whole hall was completely silent.

Zhou Mowen glanced at the audience, and seemed to see that the number of people was right, so he said loudly: "Today is the most basic test, you are all ink masters who have not yet obtained the rank, starting from this one, if you can produce If you have a high-grade scroll drawing, you will be qualified as an ink master, and you will be able to paint on the spot, and the time is only three hours. This time, there is no subject restriction, so you can just paint."

"Yes."

Everyone responded, and then heard the bell for the start of the test.

Tang Shi was just a novice, he only knew how to look up at the white board, Zhou Mowen stepped forward, opened the white jade board, and a hazy blue light enveloped the audience, and at the same time, the jade board turned into A mirror, according to the people who are tested here.

This thing should be to prevent cheating or something, right?

Tang Shi didn't understand, but now he lowered his head and didn't know what to draw. He picked up the pen and put it down again, and looked at the hungry people around him. There were flowers, birds, insects and fish, but what should he draw?

Just a novice, do you want to draw stick figures on this?Tang shi was plunged into gloom, so he could only hold his pen and continue to look at the people next to him.

This feeling is like taking a naked test during an exam...

Tang shi was so depressed that he wanted to die.

Outside the hall, there was still misty smoke. Today's weather was not good, but the breeze was blowing, and it was a bit refreshing.The Pomo Temple located on the mountain has a sense of isolation from the world, and the thatched cottages around the Moxi River exude a sense of seclusion everywhere.

The afternoon in Zhaoyao Mountain is so graceful that it doesn't seem like the secular world.

At this time, a figure quickly came up from the mountain path, passed the mountain gate all the way, but called the gatekeeper in front to give way immediately. The gatekeeper was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw the man throwing out a dark golden ring After that, he immediately got out of the way and shouted loudly: "Clear the way!"

So all the gatekeepers at the back level got out of the way, allowing the man in the crimson robe to go all the way.

The gatekeepers at the back only thought that something big might happen, and they all got together to discuss: "Why did the Great Elder of Bailian Hall suddenly come up?"

"Who knows, didn't it mean that we were going to cooperate with Bailiantang to study the attack scroll? Maybe it's related to this matter?"

"Let's see, there will probably be news in two days."

That person was Zhou Yun, the great elder of Bailiantang, one of the three gates in Nanshan. He went all the way to Tangmo Hall to meet Suhangdao, the head of Ximo Pavilion. When they met, he said without even having time to exchange greetings: "There was an attack in the gate!" , I, the head of Bailiantang, already knew that it was the hands of the demon cultivator, and the things I just researched were also stolen."

Suhang Dao was shocked: "Demon cultivator? Is there any damage to your hall?"

"Three disciples died, I don't know what's going on." Zhou Yun's expression was quite gloomy, "The master specifically asked me to inform Master Su. This time the matter may be a bit serious. Recently, something happened in Dongshan. For things like this, the people of Zhengqi Sect and Qianxiamen have already been attacked by mysterious monks, I think...the situation has changed."

"Isn't the demon cultivator always controlled by Xiao Zizaitian next to him? There has never been such a thing for so many years... From Dongshan to Nanshan, this feels... like infiltration!" Rao Suhangdao is now At the Yuanying stage, when he thought of the demon cultivator, he couldn't help shivering. This momentum is really not good at all.

Those who were attacked in Dongshan and Nanshan were all sects. If it was really done by demon cultivators, this matter would be serious.

"Sky Falcon Floating Island is the gathering place of demon cultivators. Could it be that there is something wrong there?" Suhangdao thought about it in his heart, but he knew that they could only report this kind of thing to Dahuang.

Whether there is a problem with the Falcon Floating Island or not, maybe I have to ask Xiao Zizaitian.

Xiao Zizaitian, thousands of miles away, is actually very peaceful at this time.

Thousands of miles away from Lingshu Continent, Tianfalcon Floating Island is in the north, and Xiao Zizai Tian is in the south. There are two islands, one up and one down, one floating on the sea, and the other composed of islands.

There are many islands in Xiao Zi Zai Tian, ​​but the largest one is called Xiao Zi Zai Tian.

Surrounded by many islands, it has a natural detached position, but this mountain is not ordinary.

From a distance, on the marginal island, you can see that the island seems to have three platforms from bottom to top, and one after another halls are on top, which are actually tower-shaped, like one layer of high towers and one layer of halls. Stacked up three layers.

On the highest mountain, on the topmost and closest to the sky, the third heaven.

Li Xiaozizai is the closest and lowest layer of Tianshan Mountain, which is the first layer of heaven, and then goes up to the second layer of heaven, and the third layer of heaven.

However, under the third heaven, on that mountain, there are very ordinary temples, and ordinary people in and out of the sea area inside.

In fact, Xiao Zi Zai Tian is not what outsiders imagine, all of them are Buddhist practitioners, but most of them are Buddhist practitioners, and the rest are basically ordinary people.

However, the residents of Xiao Zi Zai Tian are dedicated to the Buddha, which contributed to the transcendent status of Xiao Zi Zai Tian here.

There are countless temples on the entire island group, and Xiaozizaitian is a holy place.

The incense is flourishing here, and there are also monks in the temple below to help the pilgrims who come here.

A young monk carrying water came up from the back mountain, looked at the bustling front mountain, and said to the monk beside him who was carrying water: "I can go to the front mountain sometime to clear up the doubts of the pilgrims who came."

"That also needs to be profound in Buddhism. Otherwise, if the pilgrims asked, wouldn't it be embarrassing if we couldn't tell? Now we are just low-level disciples, and we have to do homework soon."

"Don't low-level disciples have profound Buddhist teachings? I don't think the right and wrong brothers are also low-level disciples?"

"Can you compare with right and wrong? Now you don't talk about it anymore... The masters probably really have a headache because of right and wrong."

"Brother Indian, you must know something, tell me."

"The Buddha said: Do not speak, do not speak."

"At a critical moment, it's a sellout again."

The little monk rolled his eyes, and was too lazy to talk to the unscrupulous senior brother behind him, so he quickened his pace and walked forward from the stone steps. When he saw the imprint behind him, he said anxiously, "Oh, the little monk who just started is Can't hold back, when you didn't see right and wrong carrying water back then, how could you be as irritable as you."

"I entered the door after listening to the name of brother right and wrong, and brother right and wrong even carried water?" The little monk suddenly slowed down and turned to look at the brother inside the door.

"When he entered the door, he was just a disciple carrying water, and later he was selected into the Arhat Hall, and then into the Bodhidharma Academy. In fact, regardless of the fact that he had a deep understanding of Buddhism before, strictly speaking, Brother Righteous was born as a monk. I saw that the monk came out, like Senior Brother Yinkong, all with frowning eyebrows, very frightening."

"Of course right and wrong are different from others, otherwise how can you be a big disciple of the third heaven? Well, but not now."

"It's strange, why do the masters punish brothers right and wrong?"

"How can we care so much about going to the third heaven? You really..."

……

Two monks carried water and passed through the mountain path. Yinxu and Yinkong had just come up from below, and they stopped there for a long time in silence.

After a while, Yinxu said: "Brother Yinkong, do you know the reason?"

Yin Kong patted his head: "How do I know? Brother Shi Fei is still thinking about what happened behind the Discipline Academy... I don't know when he will be able to come out..."

Now it is the right and wrong of the monk who holds the precepts in the Precepts Academy, and he broke the precepts, which can be said to have disappointed the people who had placed high hopes on him in Xiao Zi Zai Tian.

A month ago, Zen Master Huiding, an eminent monk in Xiaozizaitian, came forward. After discussion among the monks, he decided to punish right and wrong to the confession hall of the Precepts and Discipline Academy. up.

As the master of right and wrong, Chan Master Hui Ding has a high level of practice at the out-of-body stage, and originally placed high hopes on right and wrong. Before that, Master Shenyuan failed to cross the catastrophe, which was quite strange, so he went to right and wrong After investigating in the Lingshu Continent, he didn't expect to kill the Qinggang Swordsman, but he returned without result.

At the meeting of the Eighteen Realms of the Little Wilderness, Xiao Zizaitian and Dongshan jointly owned three small wildernesses, but no one knew—Xiao Zizaitian himself also controlled two small wildernesses alone, but lacked a key.And the key is likely to be in the small wasteland that they will encounter this time. Just to be on the safe side, they sent the right and wrong of the third heaven to go. When he broke the precept, he only said that he was willing to accept the punishment, but he didn't mention the breaking of the precept.

Zen Master Huiding could only say "Idiot" and sent him to the Discipline Academy.

This matter was like thunder in the whole Xiao Zi Zai Tian.

However, what came next was even more shocking—after the demon cultivators of the Falcon Falcon Floating Island went to think about the cliff, several of them came to the door, threatening to kill him if he didn't pay for his life, saying that he would kill him with vicious attacks. I found a cat demon on Tian Falcon Floating Island.

Only then did everyone become suspicious, unknowingly thinking that right and wrong were just breaking the precept of killing.

Only right and wrong know that he broke the murderous intent and also broke the lust ring.

As a sect with a profound background, Xiao Zizaitian would not care about the demon cultivators of Tian Falcon Floating Island, not to mention that the Buddhists do not like to fight, so they ignored the matter.

Later, the news of the right and wrong being punished was spread out for some reason, and the demon cultivators on Tian Falcon Floating Island were also quiet for a while.

Behind the mountain of Xiaozizaitian is Siguo Cliff, which is majestic and dangerous, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

There is a stone statue of an old monk sitting on the cliff, and behind it is a small thatched hut, but there are no people living there at this time, and I am thinking about right and wrong under the cliff.

There are numerous illusions in front of him. He is sitting under the stone wall, and the sound of water is ringing in his ears. It could not touch his lotus heart in any way, let alone shake the Buddha nature in his body.

However, the waterfall falling from the sky has washed out a smooth shallow pool, the water mist is disturbed, reflecting the light falling from the top of the cliff, it has colorful colors, which is extremely beautiful.

Shi Fei slowly opened his eyes, but the scene in front of him suddenly changed, as bleak as entering hell.

Countless yaksha ghosts flew and howled around him, each with a hideous face, calling his name in their mouths, but stabbing his neck with the trident in their hands.

This is Siguoya, people with inner demons, if they can get out from here, they may go directly to the road.

But right and wrong suddenly felt that his inner demon might not be able to go away.

Raising his hand, he pointed at the forehead of one of the yaksha ghosts, and heard a squeak, like cold water splashing into a frying pan, boiling for a moment, and then the yaksha ghost disappeared In the void.

Surrounding right and wrong is darkness, the gloomy hell like hell, a yaksha ghost went, and three rakshasa rushed up.

With just one palm of his hand, the golden Buddha's light shone everywhere, and the three ghosts disappeared immediately.

"Greed, anger, ignorance..."

Many monsters who were incarnated by delusion were all eliminated by him one by one. Right and wrong were always as calm as water, and his face was always clear. Even when he was standing on the third heaven and accepting the master's punishment, his expression never changed. shaken.

There are fewer and fewer illusions in the void, and the fingers of right and wrong are always at that speed, but the last few Yasha ghosts came up, and they didn't howl like the previous ones, but spoke: " The Buddhists are merciful, you hurt countless Yakshas with one finger, are you a living being, and we are not living beings? Human spirits are spirits, demon spirits are spirits, and demon spirits are also spirits. The righteous are spirits, and the evil are not spirits Is it?! Killing a monster is a violation of the precept, but killing us is not a violation of the precept?!"

I don't know when a group of little yakshas appeared around, and they also screamed: "You are spirits, aren't we spirits? Killing demons and murders violates the precepts, but killing us does not violate the precepts?"

The numerous voices made Shi Fei suddenly feel like his head was about to split. There was frosty coldness in his eyes, but when he looked up, he was already murderous. In his eyes, the lotus flower appeared again. With just one glance, these evil spirits disappeared, and one after another not see.

I don't know why, Shi Fei breathed a sigh of relief, the surrounding was silent, he sat cross-legged by the pool, his fingers shook slightly.Suddenly there was a bit of bitterness in his mouth, and then he heard a sinister laughter in the void: "If you set the precept of killing, if you want to kill, what kind of monk are you? If you kill us, you will break the Buddha's heart. If you don't kill us, you will perish. Cutting meat to feed eagles, sacrificing one's body to feed tigers, how stupid... Ha ha ha... Kill me, kill you? Kill people, kill yourself?"

There is a dilemma.

This is the situation of right and wrong at the moment, he held the hand formula, and has not moved. Behind this void, there are countless demons and ghosts.

They are not from the Cliff of Thoughts, they are in his heart.

Holding that hand tactic, a shocking murderous intent was already brewing——

As a Buddhist cultivator, such murderous intentions should not have occurred, but they had already appeared on him before he was aware of it.

Those evil spirits seemed to be very aware of the difficult decision in right and wrong's mind at this moment, and they began to laugh again, disturbing people's mind, so right and wrong lowered their eyelids slightly, but snapped their fingers, and the whole world became quiet.

However, he knew that he had once again lost to these evil spirits.

As smart as him, how could he not know his frequent murderous intentions?

If there is no murderous intention, there will be no delusions, and there will not be so many complications?

Right and wrong put on a self-deprecating smile, but when he raised his eyes, his whole body suddenly became stiff.

The earlobe seemed to be engulfed by something warm. The thing came to him, opened his monk robe, slipped his hands inside, and kissed his lips again, teasingly, the man There was a soft whimper in his throat, a thin sound, as if he had been run over by something.

Right and wrong's fingers stiffened.

The thing came from his side to the front, its legs clamped his waist, but its arms wrapped around his neck, there was a scorching heat between its breaths, and the slippery tongue stretched out. into his mouth, stirring, as if to entice him.

The body huddled in his arms was naked and extremely soft, the two thin lips were burning red as if stained with blood, the man's eyes were slightly red, but he was not completely irrational...

Right and wrong's lips were suddenly covered with blood. He raised his hand and pressed it on the head of the thing in front of him. The surging Buddha power could drive away the evil spirit in just a moment. At that moment, the thing raised its face, looked at right and wrong, licked its moist lips, and shrewd calculations appeared in its long and narrow eyes.

"Are you going to kill me?"

This voice was clearly so familiar, having heard it countless times in the small wasteland.

Right and wrong's palm paused on top of his head, but did not press it down.

"Save everyone but not right and wrong, let me save you, how about becoming a demon?"

He raised his face, kissed him again, licked and bit his lips, took off his monk's robe again, rubbed his thighs against his waist and his lower abdomen, and then sat down slowly.

The palm of right and wrong tightened again, saving everyone but not saving others, but no one came to save him.Right and wrong heart was filled with desolation, so he was about to use that ruthless hand to get rid of all the demons in his heart, but he saw the man raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile in his fascinated face, his lips parted, slightly red With a smile in his eyes, he still said: "How about I save you from becoming a demon?"

Let me save you, how about becoming a demon?

However, he owed all the kindness of his teachers and disciples, and he had been to the Buddha for more than ten years, and he never repented. The Buddha's heart is full of compassion.

Not to mention that this is just an evil spirit, even if he really wants to save him from becoming a demon, he cannot become a demon.

His palm finally pressed down, but the face under his palm was always smiling, without even a bit of pain: "I am your demon, are you willing to kill me?"

He disappeared after all.

In front of the eyes of right and wrong, clarity was finally restored again, a mouthful of blood was spit out, and fell into the rippling pool water, dyed a light red, very much like the light red eyes of the evil spirit.

He remembered the words of his master——

A few degrees in the world of mortals are nothing but falsehood; with a flick of a finger, it is all in the setting sun.

At that time, Tang Shi was still in the apse of the Pomo Hall, secretly watching the countless people painting around him, counting the time would be more than half, and finally gave up.

He gritted his teeth, dipped a little ink in the inkstone with an iron pen, then leaned down, controlled the strength in his hand, and slowly sketched. He didn't start writing, so he knew that this disciple was just getting started, so he might not know how to make the scroll. Even if he went back and studied by himself, he might not be able to cope with such a test.

After all, ink master is still a fairly formal title, just like craftsman and alchemist. Although this kind of profession does not always have high attack power, it is extremely popular and can earn a lot of money. wealth.

Now in the entire Ximo Pavilion, there are more than 700 disciples without grades. Among the remaining 200, 70 are first-grade ink masters, [-] are second-grade ink masters, and only [-] or less are third-grade ink masters. As for fourth-grade and above, There are only five people from the inner sect, and there are not many more.

Originally, Zhou Mowen didn't have too much hope for Tang Shi. Although Tang Shi's talent is amazing, the time to get started is still too short. If he has time to practice, maybe he can get better, at least he can pass this way test.

It is conceivable that Zhou Mowen didn't have any demands on Tang shi, so he was surprised for a long time when he saw Tang shi pick up his pen.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Mowen became curious, so he quietly poked his spiritual sense over to see what Tang Shi was painting, but the moment he saw it, Zhou Mowen's expression became a little distorted.

This novice disciple is actually drawing—a goose!

Zhou Mowen suddenly felt a mouthful of old blood in his throat, and his face was strange, which almost made the disciples guarding the test site curious about what the elder saw.

Why……

How could someone draw a goose on such an occasion?Couldn't he have painted something else?Mountains, rivers and rivers, wind, flowers, snow and moon, there are so many graceful things that cannot be painted, but it is a goose, or a fat and stupid goose!

Tang Shi's behavior obviously gave Zhou Mowen, who had high hopes for him, a blow to the head. He knocked the elder until he was so bad that he almost fell to the ground.

The time was coming to an end, and Tang Shi was still slowly ticking off the things on his piece of wishing paper. He drew every stroke very seriously. Besides the geese, there should be lakes.

Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky.

White hair floats in green water, and anthurium waves clear.

The ink pen outlines the general outline, and the pen was changed in Tang Dynasty. The water was dyed green, and the spring river seemed to be practiced, sparkling; How can the rich colors highlight the majesty of the goose?

Tang shi became more and more excited as he painted, and he didn't know why—maybe it was because he was a different kind?

After all, everyone else is painting rivers, mountains, flowers, birds, insects and fish in ink and wash, only this Doubi can paint geese with great energy here.

One goose, two geese, three geese...

The technique is getting more and more proficient, and the time is getting closer.

What he didn't notice was that from the palm of his right hand holding the pen, there were faint ink-colored airflows, which slowly flowed along his fingers to the pen he was holding, and mixed with the spiritual power he injected into Zhu Yuzhi. Among the clear ink marks on the painting.

It was still difficult and stagnant at the beginning, but later it became smoother, and there was a kind of hearty pleasure.

Tang Shi only felt a burst of unspeakable joy. When the bell rang for the end, he just put away his pen and threw it away.

The sound was clear and crisp, but it was inconspicuous when mixed with the bell, but to Tang shi's own ears, it had a harmonious flavor.

"Put down the pen, collect the paper, and hang up the scroll."

After Zhou Mo asked a series of instructions, the people in charge went down to collect the wishing papers drawn by everyone, and hung them on the screen wall in front of the hall.

Only at this time did Tang shi know the true function of the white jade plate.

After all the drawing papers were pasted on the screen wall, Zhou Mowen raised his hand and pressed his palm on the white jade plate. Immediately afterwards, a piece of white light lit up, and the entire screen wall began to glow, like It is generally made entirely of white jade.

It was the first time Tang shi saw such a scene, and he was almost dumbfounded.

After this burst of white light, all the scrolls hanging on the screen wall began to shake, and then some began to fall.

Tang shi didn't need to turn his head to hear the sighs of many people.Presumably, the level of the scroll was tested by this screen wall?

There are fewer and fewer paintings left on the screen wall, but changes have begun.

Phantoms continue to appear, and the environment of mountains, rivers and waters, flowers, birds, insects and fish also come out.

Tang Shi saw that the picture of himself was still hanging on it, and suddenly