Tao Zi raised his eyes and saw a woman with outstanding appearance. She was standing in a sect next to Cheng Yi. Her smile contained provocation: "Fellow Tao Tao, in terms of strength, I am just a Taoist cultivator in the consecration period, far inferior to you, but still I admire your reputation, how about we use painting as a weapon and have a competition?"
Tao Zi stood up and cupped her hands, her expression indifferent, making it difficult to tell what she was thinking: "Fellow Taoist, my painting skills are really not good enough for others."
The woman raised her chin, somewhat arrogantly, and said with a smile: "Just make friends with painting, don't worry about winning or losing. If fellow Taoist Taoist disciples really don't want to compete in painting, then just pick something from chess, calligraphy and painting, and I will accompany you."
Zhou Qiandan and Lu Shaobai looked at each other, feeling a little worried in their hearts. Although martial arts are respected in the world of immortality, who among the strong cultivators is not good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Not to mention ordinary things such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, there are not a few who are proficient in alchemy and weapon forging.
After all, practitioners have a long lifespan and can be patient, so it is not difficult to learn these things.
But physical cultivation is not necessarily the case. Firstly, there are few longevity physical cultivations. Secondly, the image of physical cultivation has always been mainly based on the five major elements and three roughness. Talking about the piano makes people worry about whether the strings can hold up. Although Tao Zi's image is not bad, But if you can't hold her back, you are an individual practitioner. If you can't control your strength, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
If this is the case, after tonight, Tao Zi's reputation for vulgarity will spread throughout the world of immortality.
But after thinking about it carefully, Zhou Qiandan and others suddenly felt at ease. Tao Zi was an individual cultivator anyway, so it seemed normal to be vulgar.
Just when they were thinking wildly, He Yinggui raised his head and glanced at Tao Zi with an incomprehensible expression.
Tao Zi smiled at him, and everyone thought she was looking at the woman: "Since this fellow Taoist insists on competing, it's not impossible. There is no need to choose anything else, just paint."
Xi Jing looked at her senior sister worriedly, but received a message from Yue Qingya: "Don't worry, just calm down."
Tao Zi jumped onto the high platform, and the woman used a technique to float up. She was filled with an indescribable fairy spirit, which made Tao Zi's way of getting on stage too simple and rough.
Someone presented the drawing paper and brush, and He Qianyi smiled and said: "This is the first time in so many years that there has been such a competition, which is quite strange."
Lan Yongji's eyes flashed at the good show, and he said gently: "This is not bad, there may be something wonderful about pouring spiritual energy into the painting."
Immortal cultivators are immortal cultivators after all, and the paintings they draw are naturally not simple. It depends on each person's talent and strength. Therefore, everyone agrees that Tao Zi will lose. After all, she is an individual cultivator. Just by injecting a little spiritual energy, she can You can't lose anymore.
The woman looked at Xu Qianjia and suddenly said shyly: "Be bold and ask the young master to decide the title for the painting."
Zhou Qian looked at her like that and secretly complained: If he didn't know this, he would have thought it was a mortal woman ogling her lover.
Lu Shaobai crossed his arms and watched this scene. When Tong Zhou spoke lightly, his voice was very low: "It doesn't feel like a competition, it feels like a peacock spreading its wings."
"No, most peacocks are male."
No one present who is not a hearing person can hear this voice no matter how low it is. Anyway, the woman on the stage is not in a good mood.
Xu Qianjia seemed not to notice, and smiled and said: "Then I will set a topic, snow."
The woman bowed: "Thank you, young master."
"Wait a minute." Tao Zi looked down, "Master Xu, is it blood or winter snow?"
Xu Qianjia was stunned, and the woman blurted out: "Of course it's winter snow, how could it be blood?"
This Tao Zi is really vulgar.
She couldn't deny it and continued: "The baby case happened not long ago. I feel deeply sad every time I think about it. It is inevitable that I think about it more."
Xu Qianjia frowned slightly, this person really mentioned this matter all the time.
He Qianyi said on behalf of his senior brother: "In this case, using blood as the theme is also very good. Immortal cultivators should have the world in mind. Dongxue is indeed inferior to blood."
The woman tried her best to hide the displeasure in her expression. Didn't this mean that she was not as good as Tao Zi?
But no one cared about this, and many people began to praise He Qianyi, saying that she had the world in mind.
Is this also a compliment?
Xi Jing really wanted to complain, but she endured it.
Yue Qingya poured himself a glass of wine. It was no surprise that a powerful person, no matter how worthy of praise, could still be blindly picked out by others, let alone a direct disciple of one of the three sects.
About two-quarters of an hour later, Tao Zi put down the paintbrush in her hand. The woman opposite was still painting. She didn't care and just waited patiently.
By the time she finished drawing, it was already two quarters of an hour later, and she said, "Fellow Taoist Tao is really very fast."
Tao Zi smiled and replied: "If you have a painting in your mind, you will naturally write quickly."
The woman was the first to show her painting: the world was vast, the body fell on the ground, and there was blood everywhere. There was a flower blooming next to the body. With the help of spiritual energy, despair and vitality could be seen at a glance. .
Many people praised him directly, especially He Qianyi, who was full of praise.
After they had finished boasting, Tao Zi's painting was displayed by the Minglan Sect disciples. After seeing what was painted on it, everyone fell silent.
A small baby corpse fell to the ground, and the blood on his hands spread little by little into the distance. At the end was a woman holding the baby's skeleton.
With just one glance, the sadness and anger penetrated into people's hearts and were difficult to dissipate.
Wangxu glanced at it and then looked away. The spiritual energy that Tao Zi poured into the blood should not be underestimated. Looking at it for a long time might affect his mind.
Thinking like this, he looked at Tao Zi with a bit of confusion. With her strength, this painting should not have such a powerful bewitching power.
Only Tao Zi and the seniors knew that this painting not only added spiritual energy, but also spiritual consciousness.
The woman frowned and said, "Using the baby case as a means, Tao Tao, you are too calculating."
She said calmly: "This is not a calculation, but a fact. I dare to ask Master Xu, can the Minglan Sect handle these matters?"
Tao Zi suddenly changed the topic, and Xu Qianjia said in a deep voice: "The traitors have been caught."
"That's good."
Yue Qingya said with a smile: "Since it is a competition, there should be a winner or loser."
He Qianyi smiled and said: "Yue Zhenjun is right, senior brother, I think Miss Zhou's painting is good. Although fellow Taoist painter is also good, he is too cruel and lifeless."
Tao Zi asked back: "Master He, as a cultivator of immortality, shouldn't we face the so-called 'cruelty' in your mouth? Besides, this painting is a fact, how can it be too much?"
He Qianyi frowned.
At this moment, He Yinggui suddenly said: "I think Miss Tao is right."
He Qianyi looked over in astonishment, then he continued with a smile: "What Zhou Daoyou painted is too fake and empty, and it cannot compare with the reality of Miss Tao."
There was a slight commotion among the people. This man was He Qianyi's junior and he always obeyed the main peak. What is happening now?
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