Chapter 356: Shooting yourself in the foot
In the main hall, the strong wind surrounds the eaves and screams madly... The light shines on You Chuiyun's Zhuge Glaze brush.
"You Chuiyun is actually qualified to use the Zhuge Glaze Brush!" Zhao Jin suddenly turned pale with shock. He lost his voice and said: "He is a cultivator, why should he use the Zhuge Glaze Brush... Could it be that if you pass the examination and become a scholar, you can get the title of Confucian Sage?" Approved? That’s totally wrong!”
Most people were dazzled by the light in front of them - when the light dissipated, they saw that You Chuiyun had already raised the pen, and the tip of the pen touched the rice paper.
You Chuiyun had closed his eyes and tried desperately to recall the appearance of Princess Zhaoyang in his memory.
He can't draw - but with the help of Zhuge Glaze Brush... But even Zhuge Glaze Brush... can't draw the beauty of that person.
Yun Qingxia was surprised and said: "Zhuge Liuli Brush is actually hesitating? Who are you going to draw? You Chuiyun, what are you going to do?"
"Hold your breath and concentrate..." Zhang Yangguan reminded Yun Qingxia: "Don't be distracted."
Yun Qingxia nodded solemnly.
But You Chuiyun's head was full of veins, and he gritted his teeth and said nothing... The pen tip in his hand finally began to move with difficulty on the rice paper.
Originally, he was completely incapable of leaving his own mark on the paintings of the Painting Saint - but with the help of the headmaster of Nantianmen and the first member of the court's etiquette department, and with the help of Zhuge Glaze brush, he was still able to calm down. Describe the appearance of that strange woman in your mind.
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In the gray darkness, hazy air masses floated... One of them seemed to condense like water - inside was a peerless beauty, sleeping with her knees crossed.
But at this moment... this beauty's facial expression suddenly fluctuated a bit...
"who?"
Ancient voices resounded in this echoless world, swallowed up by the indulging silence.
——
The entire Ziting Taoist Palace was like a pool of stagnant water, especially after You Chuiyun stopped writing, he even stopped breathing.
After a while, Yun Qingxia, who was standing next to her, said in a daze: "I have never seen...such...there are no words in the world that can describe this woman. This is probably the ultimate beauty, making people speechless." Say it."
Zhang Yangguan, the headmaster of Nantianmen, kept stroking his beard... He also sighed in admiration - it turned out that that person looked like this... When I was a boy, I was following that person's footsteps. I didn't expect that after nearly a thousand years, I would still see him. True opportunity.
You Chuiyun weakly let go of the glass pen. The body of Zhuge's glass pen trembled, as if he was a little tired. The pen automatically flew back into Yun Qingxia's sleeve, but the Master didn't seem to care about it and even forgot to check it.
Zhang Chi, the senior brother of Beast Peak, has no inhibitions and said directly: "I have never seen such a beautiful person... I am amazed, I am amazed!"
Even Shan Chun had to nod and admit: "Such a holy beauty - but it makes people unable to bear the slightest hint of obscenity."
Liu Tong, who had originally made a fuss about the crime and reprimanded him angrily, was now shocked and confused, grinning from ear to ear.
"This... this Ni... is really... really painted..."
Suddenly, the hall was like a violent storm sweeping across the calm sea, and it immediately exploded.
"Oh my God, who is that beautiful senior? It's so... this is the first time I've seen a woman more beautiful than Senior Sister Wenren."
"So this is the graffiti! It turns out that the real person is so beautiful! It's so shocking!"
"The picture of the night banquet in the Immortal Palace is rare in my life... You Chuiyun is such a bad boy, he actually still
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I secretly choked and hid such a beauty in my heart. "
Even Wen Renzhuxiao let out a long sigh of relief: "It turns out it's not that I'm ugly, nor that that person is blind..."
"once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking."
Bai Lu murmured a poem and looked at Bai Qicai, who was lost in thought.
But even so, an inappropriate shout suddenly came from the demon clan.
It turns out that for some reason, the Young Wolf King just couldn't stand the human race's You Chuiyun being in the limelight: "If you just paint on someone's face, does it count as a success?"
He smiled evilly and said: "If you can't find it, you shouldn't be scribbling. This is great, even the soul of the painting saint is pissed off by you."
After the Young Wolf King finished speaking, there were many supportive voices from the demon clan, thinking that Yu Chuiyun was just scribbling carelessly... Of course, they couldn't let Yu Chuiyun win so easily.
Unexpectedly, the slap in the face came very quickly.
The remnant soul of the painting saint suspended in mid-air was immersed in the woman's unparalleled appearance. After a long while, he suddenly burst out laughing, extremely crazy.
Everyone looked back at the painting saint with shivers down their spines.
The painting saint stared at You Chuiyun, stretched out a finger and touched the center of You Chuiyun's eyebrows.
Yun Qingxia's face changed drastically, and she threw herself forward, but was slapped on a transparent wall - no matter how powerful he was in Confucianism, he could not break through the last obstacle of the remnant soul of the painting saint.
The painting saint's white hair was flying, while You Chuiyun stood calmly, letting him nail his fingertips to his forehead.
The soul-searching technique...if the soul-searcher resists fiercely, his soul will be seriously injured.
However, You Chuiyun did not resist, but smiled and said: "Senior... have you seen clearly?"
The Painting Saint finally retracted his withered fingers, and there was no longer any ferocious look in his eyes.
Turn around and look at your painting from beginning to end, finally settling on that face.
There was reluctance in his eyes.
"This painting was made by the person in my dream," he said slowly, as if his tone was old and decayed.
"Once you see a mistake, you will always make a mistake, and you will describe it with a pen. You will not see the sun in the morning, and you will not know the spring every year.
The river and sky can still be described, and the bones of mountains can still be painted.
False feelings can still be written, but beautiful people are difficult to paint.
I lament that I pretend to be a painting saint, but I can't put my pen down in front of the true beauty, so I have to leave blank spaces where I paint her, and also leave my soul. "
The painter's somewhat miserable, somewhat self-deprecating, somewhat thankful, and somewhat emotional words fell into the ears of everyone, but they came out of nowhere, making everyone feel a sigh of regret.
Finally, the painting saint looked at You Chuiyun, and You Chuiyun also looked at the painting saint.
"I don't know how many years have passed before I could meet a soulmate like you. Thank you, my child."
The saint's white hair turns green, then purple and black.
In the blink of an eye, he transforms back into a young and strong man. That is truly picturesque, making people feel ashamed just looking at him.
But You Chuiyun looked at him with dignity.
"If you have a chance, you can inherit my brush." The Painting Saint, who returned to being a young man, said seriously to You Chuiyun: "Go find my brush."
Unexpectedly, You Chuiyun shook his head: "I still have a lot of things to do, senior, I'm very busy."
The Painting Saint was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "That's all...we will meet each other if we are destined. I'm going to go!"
The remnant soul becomes a young man again
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Transformed back into a boy, then a child... and finally into a golden swaddled baby... floating into the sky.
"Immortal Golden Body Soul!"
Liu Baimu's eyes flashed with excitement - he turned into a white rainbow and climbed to the sky...
In the entire south, dozens of rainbow lights suddenly rose into the sky at this time, and they all crashed into Liu Baimu who was chasing the immortal soul.
Liu Baimu's whole body erupted with dazzling light power like the sun, shocking the dozens of rainbow lights.
The second master of Nantianmen's whole body was filled with magic power, which poured down like a torrent, instantly turning the thousands of miles of dark clouds into darkness.
"The leader of Nantianmen, Liu Baimu, is here! Who dares to fight with my Tianmen?"
Liu Baimu shouted loudly.
The dozens of white rainbow figures paused, all glowing, each fighting - showing hesitation.
"My dear, you are not from Nantianmen! Why should you stop us? You are not Zhang Yangguan. We are just afraid of Zhang Yangguan. Otherwise, where would you be able to speak?"
Someone spoke in the light.
Liu Baimu sneered and said, "You can give it a try!"
As he spoke, Liu Baimu reached out and grabbed it. His giant hand seemed to be able to hold the entire sky in his hand, and he also seemed to have grabbed the immortal golden soul of the painting saint.
"Hahahaha." Liu Baimu's eyes were wild and he laughed happily——
All I have to do is shout out that sentence - I have hope for the Mahayana!
But at this time, Liu Baimu felt something, suddenly spread his hands, and watched helplessly as the immortal soul in his hand suddenly turned into a pig soul.
The pig is like a child's drawing, just a doodle, two or three random strokes, but still decent.
The painting sage's voice came out of thin air: "Silly pig, are my paintings lifelike? Hahahaha... This pig is the first thing I have drawn with an ink pen in my hand, and I give it to you."
Liu Baimu gritted his teeth and squeezed the pig soul away from his hand. Without saying a word, he coldly returned to his training place in Ziting Dao Palace.
Then he destroyed everything in the room with one palm... He stood in silence in the room for a long time.
"I have become the biggest joke in the world."
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Liu Tong was worried that his father would be insulted like that and be seen by everyone in the world. If he couldn't think about it for a moment... He shuddered and ran away from the table without having time to say anything.
In the huge hall, only You Chuiyun could be heard laughing crazily.
"Idiot... What a complete idiot! Hahahaha, I was laughing so hard..."
The giant painting suspended in the air gradually retracted into the shape of a scroll...
Wei Ya stood up, but before she said anything, she heard You Chuiyun say in a deep voice: "This painting has been returned to its original owner. Are you okay with it, Reba, oh no, what should be said is - Princess Your Highness."
Wei Ya looked livid at first, then gradually improved, and finally she covered her mouth and started giggling.
"What a young master of the Yinxiao Sect, he is worthy of being a young master of the Yinxiao Sect! That's good! The demon envoy is here to announce..."
Hearing Wei Ya mention the words "Devil Mission", Duke Rose's expression changed slightly. Could it be——
"The demon envoy will be temporarily stationed at Nantianmen Cunjin Peak - Peak Master You Shaozong will have full authority to handle certain matters during this period..."
Wei Ya looked at You Chuiyun with a smile, her eyes full of teasing: "You Shaozong, we have to live in harmony for a long time to come."
You Chuiyun's eyes moved to Zhang Yangguan.
"Why are you looking at me? You have to show off yourself." Old man Zhang said with a smile: "You are shooting yourself in the foot."
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