Chapter 355: Painting Saint
Then You Chuiyun opened his eyes as wide as possible, and saw that the divine picture painted by the Painting Sanctuary was reflected in his eyes.
"Huh, aren't you addicted to the picture? How awesome is he?" Wu Yue said disdainfully. The master of Tianzhu Peak was hazy in the night. After hearing Wu Yue's disdainful words, he slowly shook his head: "You You can't see his expression...it doesn't look like he's possessed."
Wu Yue asked in a low voice: "Master, do you believe that he can really find that flaw? This is unlikely."
Ye looked at the back of the boy in white, as if he saw the back of that man again - that invincible man, the boy's father.
"What you see is a microcosm of his father named You Mingshan before - it was the time when he was a powerful figure in the mountains. When he was just starting out, he was basically invincible in the realm of transformation. I, Ye Mengyuzizhi, was also a man of great influence back then. We had a brief encounter with him who was rising..."
Wu Yue was shocked and said: "Who... who won?" Then he lowered his voice and said to the master: "Master, I know you are also very powerful, but the number one genius of the Youshan Human Race is at the top of the world and has a great reputation—— Master, have you lost?"
Ye Menglu scolded angrily: "You brat, can't you hope for some good from Master? It seems that you have been too used to you recently, and you have no idea what to do?"
Shiwuyue retracted his head and whispered, Master, I was wrong... "I won for my master -" Under Shiwuyue's wide eyes, Ye Hazy said slowly: "He deliberately lost to me, a senior. The first genius of the human race would have died long ago if he had not been a capable man."
Wuyue stuck out her tongue. She didn't expect that Master could actually be better than Youshan. She didn't know if it was...
"You must be wondering, Master, if I am bragging?" Ye Mengyun seemed to see through the disciple's petty mind and said: "I'm too lazy to explain to you. In my opinion, this You Chuiyun is very similar to his father, but But he lacked his father's smoothness.
Too strong and easy to break, I wonder if it will be reflected in this kid. "
Ye Mengwu said this.
"Master... you don't seem to be very willing to see Yu Chuiyun..."
Ye Menglong smiled and said: "Broken?"
"Um."
"The traveler back then has disappeared, which always makes people wonder - if that person is still here, where is he now?
Now, such a person has appeared again. How can people not be curious and expect... How far will he grow? Will there be another person who affects Daxia, or even the entire Tingfeng world? "
Hearing such a high evaluation from his master, Shi Qiyue was a little startled... He never expected that his master, as the head of Nantianmen, one of the five major sects, and one of the people with the highest cultivation level in Tingfeng Realm, could actually treat him like this. High rating.
A big shot like this who turned things upside down and influenced the situation - Wuyue suddenly showed passion in his eyes...
Ye Mengwu watched the passionate fighting spirit suddenly rise in his apprentice's eyes, and felt happy that his apprentice had finally grown a lot——
You Chuiyun stood in front of the scroll and looked up. He looked at this extremely familiar picture and felt a little sad...
Everything seems like yesterday - Su Fang's boldness, the powerful Spirit God's ruthless words, the fierce temper of Holy Lord Liehuo, the sinister attitude of Qingqiu Fox King... The various gods at the birthday banquet made You Chui Yun will never be forgotten.
"You Shaozong?" Wei Ya tentatively called You Chuiyun's name, but to her disappointment, You Chuiyun's sharp gaze immediately turned to her.
You Chuiyun said calmly
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: "Don't worry, I won't lose my mind just looking at the painting."
The demons immediately stopped looking at the show... All fools knew that Yu Chuiyun was actually savoring this painting.
Jack was a little restless, and under Wei Ya's eyes, he smiled apologetically.
Wei Ya asked: "Why, why are you so excited?"
Jack seemed to have answered the question incorrectly: "You Chuiyun is the one who defeated me last time."
Wei Ya smiled and said: "Shame?"
Jack shook his head and said: "It's more about motivation... Yu Chuiyun is stronger. He beat me when he was not as strong as me... Now I'm no longer sure of beating him... He is very strong and is my opponent."
At this time, the Young Wolf King suddenly interrupted: "No, he is my opponent!"
Jack glanced at the young wolf king, who was considered a barbarian even if he was a demon, and immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the lawless young wolf king.
"How dare a watchdog look askance at me?" The Young Wolf King had long been dissatisfied. If it hadn't interfered with the human race's territory, it would have fallen out with Princess Wei Ya.
But at this time, Yu Chuiyun cut off a section of his long hair while everyone was screaming.
Then twist the long hair to make a writing brush and hold it in your hand.
"This painting is superfluous because it lies on the face of the deity's daughter, Princess Zhaoyang. Princess Zhaoyang's appearance is unparalleled in the world. How can one draw a real princess's appearance with such a ridiculous brushwork?"
He moistened the pen on the tip of his tongue, and then applied it neatly on the scroll - Zhao Jin, Minister of the Ministry of War, stretched out his hand and shouted: "Stop!"
Seeing You Chuiyun smearing the scroll like this, he said sadly: "It is a shame that such a national treasure should be smeared like this."
Under the condemnation of the imperial official Zhao Jin, it seems that the human race also has a problem with You Chuiyun's arbitrary smearing.
"Ah, Yubukiyun is really capable of this!"
"Oh my God, that's a national treasure. How could he...how dare he? Alas!"
The voices condemning You Chuiyun didn't stop at all. Even Liu Tong slapped the table, stood up and shouted at You Chuiyun: "What are you pretending to be? You can defile such treasures at will?"
You Chuiyun just heard a snort, and then stepped aside, and suddenly a brilliance suddenly appeared in the night banquet picture.
After the dazzling light, the shadow of an old man hovered next to the painting. His face was pale, and his white beard was as long as his shoulders... He had an immortal air and was like a god.
"Painting the Apparition!"
Yun Qingxia slapped the table and stood up. He had a premonition in his heart that he had known that this old man would appear after You Chuiyun smeared it. This was the Zhuge Glazed Pen in his hand that reminded him.
"It turns out that this old man is the painting saint!"
"Painting Saint!"
There were exclamations.
Eyes widened in all directions... It is such a rare thing to see the true face of the painting saint who was painted thousands of years ago. It can be remembered for a lifetime.
The Qi in the Ziting Dao Palace was flowing rapidly. The appearance of the remnant soul of the Painting Saint increased the pressure. At first, everyone felt unwell... But in an instant, the figure of Zhang Yangguan, the headmaster of Nantianmen, appeared in front of You Chuiyun. beside.
The moment Headmaster Zhang put his hand on You Chuiyun's shoulder... the pressure from the Painting Saint immediately dissipated in half in the Ziting Dao Palace.
You Chuiyun glanced at Zhang Yangguan who put his hand on his shoulder... Headmaster Zhang's gaze made people instantly reassured.
And the holy shadow in mid-air looked down at You Chuiyun expressionlessly...
You Chuiyun also looked up at the painting saint.
The Qi in Painting Saint's body became more and more urgent, but You
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Chuiyun could feel that all the energy in Painting Saint's body was completely offset by Zhang Yangguan's words.
However, the painting saint didn't seem to mind at all that his remaining soul power was all canceling out Zhang Yangguan.
But You Chuiyun finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"Senior Painting Saint, I have seen the scenes you saw back then..." You Chuiyun sighed slowly.
The Qi of the Painting Saint is rising sharply... This time, even Zhang Yangguan seems to be struggling...
Another hand appeared out of thin air and landed on You Chuiyun's other shoulder again.
Yun Qingxia naturally looked up at the painting sage and said respectfully: "Junior Yun Qingxia... I have met my senior."
The soul of the Confucian Sage - the Painting Sage glanced at Yun Qingxia, and finally there was some fluctuation in his eyes.
"Senior Painting Sage... You can draw all living things with your brush... But after you saw her, you couldn't describe her beauty... I understand it very well... because this junior has also seen the unparalleled beauty of Her Highness. "
You Chuiyun whispered: "The beauty of His Highness is enough to make everyone in the world crazy and unable to control themselves."
The Painting Saint's expression was also a little sad... It was as if You Chuiyun had the same feelings and experiences as him, and he had the same feelings as his soulmate.
"right……"
The Painting Saint only answered one word, his voice was ethereal and void.
"Senior can't draw it because he only has that startling glimpse..."
You Chuiyun suddenly stretched out his hand towards Yun Qingxia... but the pen made of hair in his hand had fallen to the ground.
Yun Qingxia was stunned for a moment, but in the midst of everyone's attention, she gritted her teeth and handed the Zhuge Glazed Pen to You Chuiyun.
You Chuiyun held this Confucian sage's pen, and suddenly his whole body was like a lightning strike, and then he was trembling all over.
For a moment, You Chuiyun seemed to be possessed by a Confucian saint.
He held up the exquisite and clear pen and slowly drew on the part of the woman's face that he had obliterated in the painting of the Night Banquet in the Immortal Palace.
And the Confucian sage in mid-air suddenly stretched out a hand and blocked the place where You Chuiyun was writing.
His dark eyes made everyone feel terrified.
You Chuiyun sighed and said: "Senior, with this stroke of mine, I will fulfill your last wish in this life... Your remaining soul will also be free from resentment... and dissipate."
. The shadow of the painting saint floats.
You Chuiyun's voice continued: "But you will see the true face of His Highness again... This is your last wish, isn't it?"
The Painting Saint's face changed... Finally, he withdrew his blocking hand.
"Uncle, help me."
When You Chuiyun was writing, he suddenly paused and whispered.
Yun Qingxia was stunned for a moment, forced to hold back the impulse in the corner of her eyes, nodded slowly and said: "Leave it to uncle."
And Zhang Yangguan asked: "You Chuiyun, please think clearly. If you fail, you will not only destroy this painting, but the power of the soul of the painting saint will also destroy the entire Ziting Taoist Palace."
As soon as Zhang Yangguan said these words, everyone in the hall immediately looked ugly...
You Chuiyun turned around and said with a smile: "How many times can I hear this in my life?"
Zhang Yangguan finally sighed and said helplessly: "Come on."
You Chuiyun is holding a Zhuge glazed pen, with a Confucian sage behind him...the ultimate cultivator.
He wrote decisively.
The image of the woman in my mind was also extremely clear in my mind.
"Your Highness, I miss you."
You Chuiyun said softly.
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