Alternative God Level Appreciation Master

It seemed that he came to Ximo Pavilion with a scarred heart, but gradually became stronger in Ximo Pavilion. Although no one could see into Tang Shi's heart, how could these old men be unsophisticated people?Tang shi's sense of belonging to Ximo Pavilion moved them a little.Although I know that this is normal, but who can break through such a situation in the midst of it?

Not wanting to think too much, Su Hangdao patted Tang Shi on the shoulder, and said, "From now on, I will wash the Mo Pavilion and share honor and disgrace with you."

Tang Shi knelt down and kowtowed towards Suhang Dao. Suhang Dao's body shook, he sighed a long time, and laughed again, "Okay! Get up, go to the inkstone wall when you're ready, and come out When you shine in glory."

He decided that the entire Nanshan, and even the entire Lingshu Continent, would know the news, that he would return to the most glorious era after washing Moge.

Opportunities can be met but not sought, so there is a word called "opportunity".Even though it has been cultivating Taoism for hundreds of years, Suhang Dao can't help but look forward to it, Sifangtai will——

When it was time for Tang Shi to leave, he saluted the three of them and left.

After he left, Suhang Dao spat out a mouthful of blood, Yan Huisheng and Zhou Mowen were shocked, Suhang Dao waved his hand and said: "This is a short life..."

Yan echoed a laugh, and only said: "In this game of heaven and earth, we low-level monks are only worthy of being pawns. It is an honor to be a pawn."

"You're awake now." Zhou Mowen sighed, and said, "Master, let's go down and heal your wounds."

"En." Suhang Dao responded.

The three walked around from the front hall, and the light came in from the outside, falling on the many tablets on it, but the top one was hidden in the darkness, making it hard to see clearly.

After Tang Shi left, he went directly to the inkstone wall, picked up his brush and began to paint the wall. At first he was sluggish, but then he began to regain his senses.

The news that he was going to paint clothes had spread throughout Nanshan within three days. Ximo Pavilion unabashedly printed his name and cultivation level on the gold-plated jade slips, and let the pigeons bring the news to him. Run all over Nanshan.

So a more grand population migration than the ink washing pool meeting began—everyone wanted to see Huashang.

A very powerful person named Tang Shi, not to mention the same name as the evil spirit of Dongshan, even the same cultivation base.Now after painting clothes in Ximo Pavilion—after painting clothes, you will be the inner disciple of Ximo Pavilion.

But did Ximo Pavilion have such a high-level outer disciple before there was Huashang?Even the elders of other families can't match this level of cultivation.

People often joke that the inner sect of Ximo Pavilion is equivalent to the Hungry Presbyterian Church of other sects, which is not unreasonable.

It’s just that in the eyes of everyone, Ximo Pavilion is a fringe sect after all, unlike other sects that focus on force. Even if a monk has a high level, it doesn’t mean that his attack power is also high-the only good thing is that whether it’s scrolls or Painting clothes is a pleasure to look at.

Nanshan has the style of Nanshan, and the love of ink is popular, so countless people flock to it.

Ximo Pavilion also received them generously.

Yan Huisheng kept sighing while clutching his purse, and only said, "These people are really rude."

Suhangdao said: "He is a different kind, and he is also an opportunity that I have never waited for in thousands of years. The Sifangtai meeting, I have lost several times in Ximo Pavilion, but he was able to take a completely different path. Danqing Taijiyin, It's also a breakthrough. Let's wait and see..."

"Is he still on Yanbi?" Suhangdao asked.

Zhou Mo asked: "It's already below the last floor, I'm afraid it will reach an unprecedented height."

"Although our inkstone wall is not comparable to the one in the wilderness, at least it can be cultivated until the late Yuanying stage. He is only in the middle stage of the golden core. If I didn't think his state of mind is beyond ordinary people, I would not believe it." As soon as Suhangdao stroked his beard, there was a bit of anticipation in his eyes.

Tang shi was indeed on the last hurdle.

After cultivating the ink qi, Tang Shi found that the difficulty of the inkstone wall seemed to have dropped suddenly, because he decided to use the Fengyue magic brush for Huashang, so using the Fengyue magic brush with ink energy to break the wall was extremely fast.

It's just that the difficulty is still increasing. Tang Shi didn't break through the first level, but he had a level of understanding. In addition, he has practiced quite well recently, and he has reached the current state in one breath.

He has been resting on the penultimate floor for a long time, and at this moment, with a shake of his right hand, the brushes made of three wood cores fell into his hands, and with the infusion of spiritual power, the blue light came out, and the ink gas poured into the brushes, like It is a cloud shadow.

Raising your eyes, looking at this long inkstone wall, it spreads out like a scroll, and the wall becomes smoother as you go to the top, just because few people have been here...

He closed his eyes, only felt that the Taiji Danqing seal on his spine was slowly rotating, and unexpectedly spit out a puff of ink from it, spreading along his limbs, he was a little pleasantly surprised, recalling his state of mind just now , I understood——when the fusion of human and pen reached a certain level, one could feel the vortex re-opening.

He exhaled and said, "Break the wall".

Without the discouragement and hesitation of so many failures before, Tang Shi's eyes surged with ink, like the ebb and flow of the tide, and a cloud of ink appeared on his fingernails, and he had already stippled his name on the wall. ——

Tang time.

Wild grass.

At that moment, the entire inkstone wall made a rumbling sound. From the bottom to the top, a black line shot straight up, running through the two cursive characters "Tang Shi" written vertically, as if emerging from the bottom of the sea. The ink then swept up crazily, and when it reached the top, it suddenly slid down along the two sides of the inkstone wall, and then it was like a volcanic eruption, but the entire inkstone wall was like a reverse flood, as if someone poured ink on it. On the inkstone wall, a wall is smudged——

The movement of the inkstone wall behind the mountain shocked the entire Ximo Pavilion, and even countless spectators on the mountain.

Bai Yu snorted: "This kid is really amazing."

"Sour." Song Qixin satirized him, but there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes. "I really don't know what this guy's painted clothes look like..."

"I'm afraid it will start right away? The front of Tangmo Hall is already ready." Ye Shun took a look at the magnificent inkstone wall that entered the blue sea, and then went to the front of Tangmo Hall with everyone.

Tang shi fell into the graceful sound of the tide, and he had a clear understanding. At this moment, his state was completely at the peak, and he even had a feeling of "a person is a pen, and a pen is a person".

A sword cultivator is one with the sword, but he in Tang Dynasty is one with the pen.

He incarnates this pen, which is transparent and blue-three wooden heart pens.

The phantom of the Fengyue brush appeared from his palm and was printed on the brush. The flowing ink lines walked around and coiled around the tip of the brush. As a result, the brush was suddenly full of mysterious and unpredictable symbols.

Countless ink qi on the inkstone wall rushed towards the three wood heart Fengyue magic brushes in Tang Shi's hands——

He suddenly opened his eyes, golden light flashed in his eyes, amidst the endless black light, the aurora suddenly came.

Painting clothes is the best here!

No one thought that Tang Shi, who didn't play cards according to common sense, didn't follow common sense to draw clothes. This man stood directly on the inkstone wall in the air, and when he sprinkled the ink from the heart of Moshan on the inkstone wall, there would be endless cloud shadows appear.

This is the first time such a vision has appeared in the entire inkstone wall, even Suhang Dao and the two elders have never seen it before, and now it should be an eye-opener.

As soon as Mo Shan's heart fell on the inkstone wall, it seemed that some valve was opened, like a drop of water splashed into the oil pan, and the entire inkstone wall that was surging with ink gas immediately boiled over it, making a noise, and the sky was dark clouds Overwhelmed, but there is a golden light piercing the clouds, which is not only gloomy and depressing, but also a sense of relief that penetrates the gloom.

All the people gathered in front of Tangmo Hall could only stand on this side of the mountain and look at Tang Shi at the other end of the small square——

The young man in Tsing Yi held that Wangbihong-like ink pen, and with a wave of his left hand, a phantom of a large book was turned out, and with another wave, it was ten feet of snow and white silk satin. The ink cloud was too glaring, but what was even more glaring or dazzling was the Tai Chi seal that suddenly spread from Tang Shi's back!

It wasn't the Taiji seal either. When it came out from behind him, it was covered with wings of light. But as Tang Shi slowly raised his hand, the thing sank slowly, with a radius of three feet. A Taiji Danqing seal, like a platform, supported Tang Shi on it.

The ink is so hot that it was like a storm in Tang Shi's wave of hands. These things all came from the inkstone wall!

This inkstone wall is an endless place to get ink!

Under the urging of Tang Shi's spiritual power, the three wood hearts are like flowing water, blue and clear, which makes the ink-colored flowing clouds in the pen tube as soothing as it is.

With a flick of the wrist, another phantom of the Fengyue brush was added to the three Muxin brushes of Tang Dynasty, so the pen that was originally one foot long and one finger thick became longer, and at the same time, the hair on the tip of the pen was smudged with boundless ink.

From a distance, it looked like he was holding a pen that was too slender.

That finger was extremely powerful, with a light twist, he turned the pen around, touched the inkstone wall a little, pulled up the boundless ink, and stuck it like a cocoon.The phantom of the Fengyue Baojian flipped at an unprecedented speed, no matter whether it was a poem that had been sealed or not, all of them appeared at this moment, and ink characters jumped out of the page one by one. One piece, densely packed, big and small, mixed in the cloud shadow and sky light smudged with ink and ink, with a touch of Tang Shi's pen tip, a word was caught by him, and it was drawn onto the snow-white silk satin——

"Let's write!"

The first word is "wind"!

So I thought of "the sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall", so I thought of "it's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is weak and the flowers are gone", so I thought of "the long wind blows tens of thousands of miles, blowing across the Yumen Pass"...

Countless poems with the image of "wind", no matter where they came from, or whether Tang Shi remembered them, all of them flooded into his mind in an instant, so he wrote this word heavily on the snow-white land. superior.

Black and white is the oldest and harmonious charm.

The Tai Chi Dan Qingyin under Tang Shi's feet rotated slowly, and also separated the breath of black and white, blending into the painted clothes.

month.

So there is "the mountain is high and the moon is small, and the water falls and the rocks come out", so there is "when will the moon come in the blue sky, I will stop the cup and ask it today", so there is "the bright moon is born on the sea, and the world will share this time"...

Wind, moon, mountains, water, flowers, trees, snow, rain, frost, clouds, maple...

Each character was marked by Tang Shi's pen. At this moment, he is the king who dominates these countless images, and puts these many characters into his painting clothes.

That posture, from the sluggishness at the beginning, to the leisurely later, even as graceful as strolling in the courtyard.

There was a smile on his lips, and the ink color in the entire inkstone wall was drawn out by him, and there were long sentences broken up, like "Those who abandon me should not stay yesterday, and those who disturb my mind will be more troubled today." ", like "If you don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, it will rush to the sea and never return; if you don't see the mirror in the high hall, the sad white hair will turn into snow in the morning like blue silk in the evening", like "you will be at the top of the mountain, and you will see the small mountains at a glance", like " The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the long river is setting in the sun", like "walking to the poor water, sitting and watching the clouds rise"...

Whether it's the unrestrained movements, the swipe of the hook, the swipe of the hook, or the fluttering of the clothes with the gestures of the hands, the smooth flow of the clouds and the flow of the water, Tang Shi's splash of ink, is already the literati who is full of wine and bold, drunk and frivolous At that time, you can still sing "five-flowered horses, thousands of gold, and your children will be exchanged for fine wine", and when you are sad and frustrated, you can sing "talented poets, you are naturally a gentleman in white clothes"...

It seems that all the poetic realms of the ages have been included in his pen.

When he was about to finish his pen, Tang Shi couldn't tell the difference between the real and the unreal. He just felt that he had returned to the sea again, like ants in front of the countless wordless monuments. On that monument, write his name!

As a result, a thousand catties of pressure fell, and blood suddenly overflowed from Tang Shi's mouth, and his body seemed to be shaking, but he held on stiffly.

In an instant, the Tai Chi Danqing seal under his feet spun more rapidly, so black and white intertwined around him. Tang Shi raised his hand and turned his palm, and the invitation seal fell into his palm. He burned his palm with blood, and used his blood as a Cinnabar, start the seal, turn your hands and cover it down hard!

The three ancient seal characters of "Tang Shiyin", with infinite power, covered the snow-white silk satin covered with countless black characters flowing with ink!

Xueshang was painted, so he gently wiped the blood around his lips with his finger. Tang Shi pointed his finger like a knife, and the ink on the entire inkstone wall was close to dissipating. , The golden light in the sky finally pierced through the dark clouds and scattered on Tang Shi's body.

The three wooden heart brushes disappeared, the sky-high ink energy disappeared, the abnormal movement of the inkstone wall disappeared, the green iron seal disappeared, and even the crazy color in Tang Shi's eyes just now faded away one by one.

He closed his eyes, stretched his arms, and only had black and white robes, which he put on naturally.

While the mountain wind is blowing, there is a piece of painted clothes, with words but no paintings, and the shadows of the words flicker on the satin surface, seemingly there and not, which is extremely mysterious.

The ink-swelling fingernails slowly came out of the sleeves, together with the two palms holding the pens, the fingers naturally curled up, the ink clouds on the nails were so clear, Tang Shi opened his eyes, but only felt a big dream.