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 red and blue veins burst 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. It doesn't feel wrong.

The young monk is very handsome and good-looking. Yes, as a golden-winged Dapeng with a normal orientation, Huang Zhao thinks he is really good-looking. He wears a light-colored robe to set off his elegant temperament. He is still extraordinary without the golden robe or gold accessories. It feels like 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 mad, and the old man with the Mahayana cultivation base charged at the young monk with a Zen stick...

Suddenly, the old Wisdom King, who was rushing forward, was frozen in the air, motionless like a statue, but his face kept dripping with sweat, indicating that he tried hard to break free, but couldn't, and his eyes were frightened, which was abnormal...

The young monk spoke, smiling and kindly.

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

The elderly Wisdom King, who was locked in mid-air, lost his previous serenity. Huang Zhao felt that he was soaked with sweat like a poor underwater dog, his lips trembling and he was trying to speak.

"Forgive... life..."

"Your life is not your own, it belongs to the King of Wisdom, and I am the true King of Wisdom, no... I'm not either."

He stretched out his hand and tapped on the old Wisdom King. The old body immediately aged quickly and withered. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a man who was about to wither. The old Wisdom King with Mahayana cultivation was not his opponent, or maybe there was only the Wisdom King in the world. There is no power to fight back in front of him, and Huang Zhao estimates that the latter possibility is 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 dies.

"come here."

Huang Zhao didn't want to go there, but he realized that the man 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 father who was killed could not 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 was a failure. From now on, you are my official disciple and no longer a mount. Would you like to?"

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

"Okay, there will be a new king of wisdom to take over the sect soon, you can concentrate on your practice."

Suddenly, the golden light was so swaying that Huang Zhao couldn't open his eyes, and he raised his arm to resist the dazzling golden light, but...isn't his arm already gone? Why did it suddenly grow?

Jin Guangliang went to the young monk and disappeared, leaving only Huang Zhao standing in front of the last Wisdom King who was dying of old age, staring at his arm in a daze.

An old monk walked in from outside the hall, and his appearance was eight-points similar to the one on the ground.

"I am the Wisdom King...I am the only Wisdom King in the world..."

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

"..."

Huang Zhao felt boundless fear...

...

Shenhua Mountain.

Bai Yujun placed a desk on the edge of the cliff and painted with a brush.

The mountains and rivers are like paintings, the inner beauty is still in the reference, and the paintings are both pleasing to the eye and pleasing to the eye, that is, the ancients said that 'taste its taste, understand its meaning, and understand its aspirations', landscape painting is from scenery to works, with fascinating and empathetic scenery. The characteristic is that without the artist's immersive thoughts of touching the scene, there will be no immersive feeling for the reader.

A good painting can make people feel happy and cultivated, and the emotions are relaxed and the soul is just right.

When Bingyuan entered the secret realm where the keel was located, he had seen too many memories of dragons, and the ink paintings were still in front of his eyes. He tasted all kinds of emotions and feelings, and finally had time to integrate what he saw and felt into his writing in his spare time.

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

Dip the ink, touch the pen tip lightly on the drawing paper...

I didn't draw that kind of pencil sketches or oil paintings. I have different tastes in my hobbies.

The carefully created Bai Yujun did not wear Taoist robes or strong clothes. She casually wore a white dress and was comfortable. Her long hair was simply tied behind her head with white cloth strips.

Unlike human painters, Bai Yujun unconsciously incorporates a hint of dragon momentum when he paints.

Ink and wash renderings show the charm of Huashan Mountain. From time to time, brushes of different thicknesses are used to bow down and bend over to paint carefully. The sea of ​​fog, cranes and waterfalls are rumbling, and the ancient pine wind rustles on the edge of the cliff.

Painting seriously and not asking about nosy, Yang Mu doesn't know when to stand beside him with his arms folded and look at the painting, don't think about Xu Ling, she must be meditating in the hall, how to sleep more soundly.

If you need to use light colors, go to the waterfall next to the Qingtan to wash the brush, come back and paint, and plan the white paper strictly according to the painting scale that you have learned in your previous life. but really contains.

If some people can't draw, they say that others have no appreciation and can't understand the painting, so they pretend to be mysterious, such as some antiques and so on.

The ink was not dry, and the hanging hair was inadvertently stained with ink, leaving traces on the paper.

The painting is not bad. After all, it is a super little white dragon who has experienced dragon-level ink painting. I have practiced a few times before and found some feeling, and I can barely finish a pair of paintings I have seen in the past.

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

After half an hour...

It's time to close the pen at the end, but suddenly I had an idea to hold the brush and let it sway directly between the mountains and rivers, and it was completed in one stroke.

Close the pen.

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

The landscape painting is ok, the last dragon is definitely the most amazing, even Yang Mu nodded and praised, the ink Jiaolong is only a rough stroke and did not draw details such as four claws, but still can feel the meaning. The Jiaolong is agile and imposing, as if it came alive and could leave the rice paper and fly to the sky at any time.

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

Bai Yujun nodded~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Yes, it's a wedding gift for you. It's a pity that I haven't been able to attend Brother Yang's wedding all the year round. "

"It's okay."

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

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

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

The grand ceremony is going to be held tomorrow. Anyway, we don't have anything to do, as long as we wait and stand for the whole morning, we can eat and eat. It is reasonable to say that the head should be able to add meals when he takes office, right?

There are not many people who can think of adding meals to the pantry at such a major celebration.

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