"What is the theme of the painting?" Fan Li asked.
"this……"
Mr. Yichuan really wanted to propose his own proposition, so that he could have a greater advantage.
However, the surrounding people were excited, and no matter how thick-skinned he was, there was a limit, and he did not dare to compete for the right to propose.
If Fan Li were to make the proposition, Mr. Yichuan would be afraid of suffering a loss.
He suddenly looked at Holy Lord Hanyue.
This woman seems to be carrying a rare treasure, and even he can't see through it?
But Yichuan at least saw that Hanyue was a swordsman and was obviously not very proficient in Confucianism and Taoism.
He smiled and said: "How about asking this girl to write a composition and you and I to paint?"
Seeing Lord Hanyue following Fan Li, the Confucian scholars thought that this suggestion was fair.
Fan Li was the most indifferent.
He nodded and said to Hanyue: "Excuse me, please give me a question."
"I?"
Hanyue frowned.
She knew nothing about Confucianism, let alone what subjects Fan Li was good at painting.
Although he wanted to help Fan Li, he couldn't ask directly.
"Just ask any question." Fan Li saw her hesitation and said with a smile.
Holy Lord Hanyue nodded.
She thought for a moment and finally said one word according to her preference: "Sword!"
Title of the painting: Sword? !
Mr. Ikawa smiled.
The sword is the weapon of the gentleman and the weapon of the king.
There are almost no Confucian cultivators in the world who can't use a sword.
In other words, the higher the level of cultivation, the more thorough the understanding of swords.
Mr. Yichuan is at the first level of Hedao Realm, while Fan Li is at the third level of Foundation Establishment. The two realms are very different.
If you paint with a sword as the theme, doesn't it mean that the winner has been decided?
"Here comes the pen!"
"Mo Lai!"
"Here comes the paper!"
Mr. Yichuan was very high-spirited, but it was difficult for Zhu Ziyang to order him around.
He thought for a moment and then began to paint.
He is worthy of being in the Hedao realm!
As soon as the pen and ink fell on the end of the paper, there was sword energy and the sound of fighting was endless!
The Confucian scholars who were watching secretly exclaimed, thinking that Mr. Yichuan had real material after all.
Looking at Fan Li again?
But he folded his arms, lowered his head and meditated, and did not finish writing for a long time.
Time passed by bit by bit.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Mr. Yichuan's painting had taken shape, but the rice paper spread out in front of Fan Li was blank.
Mr. Yichuan glanced at Fan Li opposite.
Ah!
This kid!
After all, you are too young, how can you compare to the years of experience that I have accumulated over the years?
Han Yue became anxious when she saw that Fan Li had not made any move.
She wanted to encourage Fan Li out loud, but seeing him frowning in thought and fearing that she would interrupt his thoughts, she could only hold back.
In fact, Hanyue's worries are completely unnecessary.
Fan Li's past and present life, integrating the memories of the two lives, would he be ignorant?
Quite the opposite.
Taking sword as the topic, it's not that he has no ideas, but he has too many ideas and doesn't know how to choose.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles?
The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and a sword freezes fourteen continents?
My sword is yours...ah, forget it.
Sudden!
Fan Li's heart lit up!
Since the theme is sword, why not draw the most powerful sword in the world?
But, does this seem to be a bit of cheating?
Considering that his opponent was Mr. Yi Chuan, Fan Li had no mental barriers to cheating.
He glanced at his opponent sympathetically and said to himself: Old guy, you will only be unlucky if you meet me this time.
"The painting is done!"
"Everyone, this is the "Hundred Soldiers Worshiping the Sword" made by me."
Almost at the same time that Fan Li started painting, Mr. Yichuan had already completed his work!
In an instant!
In Luming Academy, the sound of swords can be heard endlessly.
Several phantoms appeared and disappeared in the sky, all holding long swords, looking down at all living beings in the world like kings.
The Confucian scholars finally saw clearly the picture of "Hundred Soldiers Worshiping the Sword".
Pictured.
Hundreds of weapons were damaged or broken, and were in dilapidated condition.
Only a long sword was inserted into the top of the mountain, and the sword spikes fluttered in the wind, showing the king's calm demeanor.
"Zheng~~~~~~~~~~~!"
The sound of fighting came from the painting.
A huge golden long sword, with the scroll as the scabbard, was slowly pulled out and stood erected between heaven and earth.
"This is a gentleman's sword!"
"It's also the sword of the king!"
Mr. Yichuan laughed, as if he was sure of victory.
All the Confucian scholars looked up at the golden giant sword and felt the urge to kneel down and worship it.
There is a huge gap in realm, and they have all been convinced by Mr. Yichuan's "Hundred Soldiers Worshiping Swords".
"Congratulations, teacher! Congratulations, teacher!"
"As soon as "A Hundred Soldiers Worshiping the Sword" was published, it would be difficult for any famous scholar in the world to have a painting that could surpass that of my teacher, let alone this kid?"
Zhu Ziyang flattered him immediately, and Mr. Yichuan's laughter became even more hearty!
Of all the people present, only Fan Li and Han Yue were not affected at all.
Han Yue glanced at the phantom of the giant sword and snorted coldly, her heart filled with disdain.
Gentleman's Sword? King's Sword?
Based on Han Yue's third-level Mahayana Realm understanding of kendo, this is at best the self-enhancing fantasy of kendo by sour scholars.
The sword is just a killing weapon.
The way of the sword is just a way of killing.
With the long sword in hand, you can move forward indomitably and defeat everything, that's all!
Holy Master Hanyue has absolute confidence that if Mr. Yichuan competes with her at the same level, she can kill Mr. Yichuan within a hundred moves!
This is the difference between a true swordsman and a Confucian swordsman.
"Has Fan Li finished painting?"
Han Yue no longer paid attention to the shadow of the giant sword, and her eyes fell on Fan Li's painting.
The next moment!
Her figure was swaying and she was actually unsteady on her feet! ?
Fan Li's painting actually made Han Yue feel that the foundation of kendo had been greatly impacted, and she lost her mind for a moment!
"What are you drawing!?" Han Yue couldn't help but screamed.
Her voice immediately attracted countless looks from around her.
But before Fan Li could answer, the vision of heaven and earth had already formed!
The sky and the sea of clouds seemed to have been chopped by a sword, and actually split into four pieces!
Every piece of cloud sea is as scarlet as stained with blood.
In the depths of the sea of clouds, there seemed to be countless huge figures, but they all looked like they were dying, emitting shrill screams that came and went in the distance!
All the Confucian scholars couldn't help but wonder, instead of the desirable fairyland in the sky, there was only a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood? !
Another strong wind blew up, causing people's cheeks to hurt.
The King's Sword, which was originally floating in mid-air, was crushed and shattered by the aura overflowing from Fan Li's painting!
In the scroll, there are four fierce sword intentions, as if they are about to break through the shackles of the paper at any time.
"You...what did you draw?!" Mr. Yichuan was shocked and angry, and couldn't help but stare at it with wide eyes.
Everyone was also looking anxiously.
Compared with the color change of heaven and earth, Fan Li's paintings are simply ordinary.
On a whole piece of rice paper, he only drew four swords with similar shapes.
It's not even like painting.
More like the sword mold drawings used to make swords?
Fan Li signed each of the four swords beside them.
"Execute...kill...jue...trap..."
Holy Lord Hanyue read out these four words with difficulty, resisting the feeling of an approaching headache, and looked at Fan Li with questioning eyes.
What does it mean?
Fan Li glanced at her lightly, then scanned the people around him.
"Please appreciate it, these are the Immortal Killing Sword, Immortal Killing Sword, Immortal Absolute Sword, and Immortal Trapping Sword, collectively known as the Four Immortal Killing Swords."
After a brief pause, Fan Li recited a poem:
"It is neither copper, nor iron, nor steel. It was once hidden under Mount Sumeru."
"If you don't use yin and yang to reverse the refining process, how can you not temper it with water and fire?"
"Kill the immortals with great power, kill the immortals and perish, and trap the immortals with red light everywhere."
"The transformations of the immortals are infinitely wonderful, and the clothes of the great gods are stained with blood."
