Chapter 1168 Confucius False Image

"You..." Hearing the scolding, Zhang Jiuxiao swayed and almost vomited blood.

He had just asked someone to grind ink, and in the blink of an eye, it fell on him again... This face was slapped too fast!

His face turned red from holding back, and the durian fruit fell to the ground. Zhang Jiuxiao was about to get angry when he heard the other party's voice continue to ring.

"What? Don't agree? I want to solve the seal. So many people present must also want to see it... such an important matter, it should be obligatory..."

His face turned black, and what Zhang Jiuxiao wanted to say was held in his chest at this moment, and he couldn't say it anymore.

It looks like...he said this to the other party just now, and it's not bad at all...

Just now, she was full of vigor and pointed out the country, but now... she has changed her identity, and her face is swollen.

"You can't live without doing your own crimes..."

He was full of depression, but he also knew that it was understandable for the other party to say the same thing just now, and he was so angry that he was about to explode, so he came to him and started to study ink.

"Ok!"

Seeing that he didn't say any more, Zhang Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

To be honest, he is not a person who holds grudges, because he avenges them on the spot.

The other party's hostility towards him can be seen as soon as they meet. If so, there is no need to be a good person...

What's more, this guy's family still wants to marry Luo Ruoxi...

At the beginning, Feng Xun just confessed that he was stubborn into a pig's head and almost hung up. Although he didn't know where the guy family was, the temporary strength was not qualified to find trouble, but ... it is not hindered, first collect some interest.

Seeing that the other party finished grinding the ink, Zhang Xuan was about to smear the brush to break the artistic conception of the painting, and his thoughts could enter. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked up at President Meng Chong who was not far away.

"President Meng, I don't know if you have calligraphy and painting books that you carry with you? Both six-level and seven-level books, the more the better, find the most suitable point and activate the spirituality, so that the two can't hurt each other... ...I want to see if there are similar books that I can learn from!"

"Books on the sixth and seventh realms?"

Unexpectedly, at this juncture, the person in front of me wanted to read books, President Meng shook his head: "I don't have much with me, but the Calligrapher's Association is not far from here, I can go over and get some!"

"Then it's time to work..."

Zhang Xuan cupped his fists.

"You're welcome!" Responding, President Meng Chong turned and walked out of the room. After a short time, when he came back, he flipped his wrist, and a pile of books fell in front of him, densely packed with tens of thousands of books.

He is the president of the Calligraphers and Painters Guild, and no one will say anything when he fetches some books.

Zhang Xuan came to the front, scanned it quickly, and then pretended to take out a book, opened it casually, pretending to read it carefully, but actually entered the library consciously.

"The sixth level of calligraphy and painting in the way of heaven, the seventh level..."

With a slight smile, he opened the sixth layer of books that had just been formed.

He has only learned the fifth level, and although he can create paintings with extraordinary spiritual wisdom by virtue of the magic of the Heavenly Dao Kung Fu, he has not actually learned the sixth level of kung fu.

Half an hour later, the sixth level of integration.

Another half an hour later, the seventh level also mastered it.

Only then did Zhang Xuan let out a breath, put down the book in his hand, and his eyes lit up.

At this moment, his understanding of calligraphy and painting has reached the peak of seven stars, even comparable to an eight-star junior master of calligraphy and painting.

"Master Zhang...can we start?"

Seeing this person in front of him, he picked up an inconspicuous book and sat there for an hour, his bronze mask was full of anxiety.

"Okay!"

Nodding his head, Zhang Xuan took a deep breath, walked to the painting in two steps, his eyes of understanding squirmed, and looked over again.

If the painting just now is completely incomprehensible, it depends on the flaws given by the library to understand it, and now it can be seen what is going on. In many places, it is self-taught and fully understood.

"I'm about to start..."

No more talking, Zhang Xuan's writing brush lightly touched the inkstone, licked the brush to its fullness, found the correct position, and the tip of the brush fell gently.

Whirring whirring!

In the blink of an eye, a picture appears in front of your eyes,

Quietly suspended in mid-air, did not fall.

"Such a brilliant Void Book!"

Seeing him painting, President Meng Chong's pupils shrank.

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.

It is also the book of the void, Zhang Jiuxiao's just now is just superficial, but the one in front of him contains a beautiful artistic conception, and has reached an extremely profound state.

"Gao Ming? How is it compared to you?" The pastor on the side looked over.

"To be honest... I am far inferior. The other party is in the void. Every stroke has its own charm, giving people a sense of reality and illusion. It seems that it will become independent at any time and become a real thing... Already infinitely close to the Eighth Realm of Painting and Calligraphy, I am far behind..."

Meng Chong smiled wryly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he also knew that the other party surpassed him too much.

It's no wonder that he can see the problem of this painting at a glance. This kind of calligraphy and painting ability, Qingyuan Empire, I am afraid no one can match it.

"This……"

Seeing this scene, the corners of Zhang Jiuxiao's mouth twitched even more, feeling like he was going crazy.

When I first met the other party, I said proudly that I wanted to give advice, but now I know that he is many times better than him, no matter whether it is appreciating treasures or painting and calligraphy...

Showing off in front of experts...it's a shame...

Hurrah!

In the shock of everyone, Zhang Xuan kept writing, and a pattern of a portal appeared in front of everyone.

"Portal?"

"What are you painting the portal for?"

"You don't know. To us, this landscape painting looks like it is reflected outside the window. Although it looks very close, in fact, there is a certain distance... If you want to get close to the consciousness, there is only one method, open the door and come to the front, otherwise, you will never be able to do it!"

...

Seeing what he drew clearly, everyone was shocked at first, and then suddenly realized.

Those present were all the top figures in Qingyuan City. Although they couldn't see how to solve the seal, this method was still understandable.

The landscape map has reached the realm of seeming real and illusory. It looks very close, but in fact it is very far away. If you want to enlighten the other party's spiritual wisdom, you can only do it when you come close to you. Naturally, you need a portal...

call!

The portal was completed, Zhang Xuan retracted the pen, raised his eyebrows, and pressed down with his palm.

Crash!

The ink suspended in the air immediately fell onto the scroll.

Boom!

With a roar, the mountain range that was far away before immediately appeared in front of everyone's eyes, as if the door he painted opened a passage, and everyone could directly drill into the painting.

"Okay, I'm going to start..."

After finishing all this, Zhang Xuan heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at Master Wu: "Master Wu, please help me protect it!"

Although it is impossible for everyone to sneak attack, they still have to be careful.

"it is good!"

Master Wu came to him.

Only then did Zhang Xuan sit cross-legged on the ground, and with a mental move, a thought walked in along the newly drawn portal.

Entering the gate, he immediately felt the thick moisture rushing towards his face, Zhang Xuan's thoughts moved forward quickly, and soon came to the halfway up the mountain.

The mountain peak covered by white clouds was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. Entering it was like entering a dark night. Zhang Xuan knew that this was because the spirituality had not been ignited, so he didn't stop, running the method of enlightening the spirit, and pointed his finger fiercely.

call!

Rays of light shone, and more than 20 flames were lit in a row before igniting the surroundings. However, it was still a little short of fully activating the spirituality.

Even so, the rays of light illuminated all the darkness under the clouds, and the entire mountain peak appeared completely in front of my eyes.

It is a dense forest, and it looks no different from other places. However, on the mountain, under the sunlight, a faint shadow slowly emerges, giving people a feeling of wanting to worship.

"This……"

After taking a look, Zhang Xuan's pupils shrank.

He had seen this phantom before.

Master Kong!

At this time, Master Kong is quiet and indifferent, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility, and giving people a feeling that, traveling through time, they will disappear at any time.

"This is... what Old Man Wusai saw!"

Clenched fists.

This painting was drawn by the old man Wusai. The phantom of Master Kong is naturally fake, but... the phantom in front of him is full of charm, giving people a sense of worship, and it is definitely not something that can be imagined .

That is to say...

This Wusai old man had seen this scene with his own eyes, and his memory was so deep that he drew it.

"Master Wu said that this old man without sorrow was very mediocre when he was young. After he was 180 years old, he suddenly realized that not only his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, but also his calligraphy and painting are like a divine gift... Could it be because he saw Master Kong Phantom, caused by sudden enlightenment?"

Wu Shi once told him that this old man without sorrow had experienced a miracle.

If you say that there is no big opportunity, you will not believe it.

Perhaps...it was precisely because of seeing the phantom of Master Kong that he became an eight-star calligrapher and painter after a sudden enlightenment. Later, when he reached his strength, he was grateful for his kindness and left what he felt in his heart on paper.

"However, the matter of Master Kong is too involved. After finishing the painting, I know that once the news is leaked, there will be countless troubles... Maybe, the troubles have already come, so I covered it with white clouds, but... I still suffered Poison Hand, just after finishing these things, he disappeared..."

Zhang Xuan guessed.

After being recognized as a master teacher four times, his thinking is clear and organized. Although it seems that there are many things and he has no clue, but after thinking for a while, he can still figure out some things.

Why does the virtual image of Master Kong appear on this mountain range, and where does it appear... These are all questions, and if someone with a heart finds out, it will inevitably cause great turmoil.

As an eight-star calligrapher and painter, and a strong person in the Out-of-Aperture Realm, it is impossible for the old man Wusai not to know.

It's a pity that I couldn't bear to give up the work I made, and I struggled with it for thirty years... In the end, I still didn't escape my fate.

"Master Kong's appearance here means that, like Qiuwu Palace, there must be relics here...Let's see where the phantom appears!"

Thinking of these, Zhang Xuan hurriedly raised his head and looked at the place where Master Kong's phantom appeared.

"there……"

Quickly found the specific location, Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up, and hurriedly flew away.