Everything is like a dream and nothingness. What happened in front of you is so shocking that it is impossible to guard against.

The Molong circled in the sky like life, and finally disappeared...

The dream bubble is like a reappearance of myth.

There is no longer a sight to the marvelous dragon above the nine heavens.

Lai Xinghui said dumbly.

"How can a sparrow know the swan? But how can a swan know the shocking dragon that lives in the nine heavens..."

......

Everyone outside was in a panic, and the ink dragon on the painting became life, hovering in the sky.

This is a real miracle, this Taoist view really has something!

Those who were originally pilgrims rushed in, and they were so pious that they could not be pious anymore. Although the painters brought by Master Lai also wanted to come in to worship this Taoist temple with something, they thought about their behavior just now, and they all ran away quickly to ask the Bodhisattva for blessings, for fear of Li Yu's revenge...

Only a small number of people who maintain a neutral attitude dare to come in.

Li Yu did not respond to the major change in attitude, but looked at Mo Long above the Nine Heavens with a deep expression.

He's so bad, he hasn't left yet!

"Wait online, it's very urgent. What should I do if my paintings are so exquisite?" Li Yu complained in a confused look: "Don't say you didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to turn into a black dragon."

Li Yu knew that it was his resonance skills at work, but when the resonance skills were reflected in the piano music, it was the end of the piano music and the end of the resonance.

After I finished painting, the ink dragon started to wave, and there was no intention of dissipating. It was like a husky soaring above the nine heavens. The waves were happier than anyone else...

"Host, resonance is the way to resonate with nature, and is the Taoist magical power of the genus [wood]. To a certain extent, it is the same kind of skill as the natural growth of the little tree spirit Li Huan." The system paused and said, "Does the host know about the magical pen Ma Liang?"

"Of course I know, actually I was thinking about this allusion just now." Li Yu nodded and wrote in a good way, exactly the same as Ma Liang.

"Yes, the power of resonance is similar to Ma Liang's manifestation. The pen and painting are just carriers. What really makes the painting move is the purest power from nature. All things have spirits, and resonance is the spirit given by human adsorption. The spirit has strengths and weaknesses. However, this time the spirit attached to the ink dragon is too powerful. In addition to becoming [spirit], he may also become a monster, a demon spirit, and a possibility of life..."

Li Yu: "..."

Li Yu twitched and muttered.

"That's really a trouble in all senses..."

Li Yu never thought that one day she would create life... she originally thought that this would only happen on wedding night.

At this time, Li Yu shook his head, and now he doesn't have to worry about him. The Molong now just carries the will on the painting and instinctively soars above the nine heavens. If something called himself is produced, he will come down from the sky.

As time goes by, the number of pilgrims has also decreased a lot. At 7 o'clock in the evening, when the Taoist temple is closed, the number of pilgrims has completely disappeared.

There were only two people who didn't leave, one was Angela Chang and the other was Lai Xinghui.

Angela Chang's expression was complicated, Lai Xinghui's expression was even more complicated. Looking at Li Yu's expression was so entangled.

"The Taoist temple is about to close. Please come back, two lay Buddhists." Li Yu said lightly.

After a moment, Lai Xinghui said with a complicated look on his face: "How did you... do it..."

"I can do a lot of things." Li Yu paused and said.

Lai Xinghui seemed to have known the answer, and finally took a deep breath and said.

"I... lost."

"There is no victory or defeat." Li Yu paused and said, "From the beginning, I did not regard this as a competition. At best... it is an opportunity to express my emotions."

Lai Xinghui knew that Li Yu was not lying, and the expression on his face became even more bitter.

The person in front of him did not treat himself as an opponent at all.

No wonder Lai Xinghui thought that if he could draw such a painting, how could he use him as his opponent?

"The master is Youlong above the Nine Heavens. I feel ashamed of myself..." Lai Xinghui said after a moment of silence: "After calming down, I did find that my son's paintings have some problems. His previous paintings were not like this..."

Li Yu's mouth twitched.

To put it bluntly in the countryside, this old man's personality is stubborn and elbow. He has clearly discovered the problem, but he still has to argue again before talking about it.

Lai Xinghui lowered his head and said.

"I... am really old. I have to admit that time has taken away a lot of things from me, my judgment and my rationality... Everyone who draws us has their own spirit, their own paintings, and the paintings we draw have a unique feeling."

Li Yu nodded. Lai Xinghui's paintings are of the temperament of madness and arrogance. No matter what paintings they draw, they will revolve around madness and arrogance.

Just as life is unique, painters are unique.

"I noticed that my son's recent paintings are not his own. It is certain that the painting was not drawn by my son." Lai Xinghui paused and said, "At least it was not drawn by this son now."

"Master, you have great supernatural powers and you will definitely know why my son became like this. I... don't want my son to draw such paintings anymore. He has his own paintings and his own path. I don't want my son to ruin his path and paint those empty and unelegant things." Lai Xinghui took out his paintings with a complicated look on his face. Honghu and Yanqiu said: "This is my peak work in recent years. Although it is not as good as the master's paintings, it can still be highly recognized in the market, especially today's paintings, which are still my peak work in recent years... Is this painting possible to exchange the price of the master helping my son? "

As he said that, Lai Xinghui smiled bitterly again. The peak work in recent years is not as good as a person who splashes in ink and travels a dragon. I am really ashamed of it...

"Father-in-law, this..." Zhang Shao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his father-in-law actually gave the painting. This is a painting from a house in the imperial capital. Many dignitaries who want to buy it depend on their mood. Now they are just giving it out like this?

What Li Yu originally wanted to refuse, how could he be the kind of person who admires famous paintings?

"I'm not that kind of..."

However, Xiao Hei suddenly appeared on Li Yu's shoulder, holding a mobile phone in his hand. There was a Baidu entry for Lai Xinghui. Below the entry was the auction price of Lai Xinghui's paintings...

After Li Yu was silent for a moment, he nodded lightly, took the painting, and closed it on the spot.

"Well, I probably have some understanding of your son's situation. I originally wanted to wait until he wanted to come and find me. But now that you say this, I know a rough idea..."
Chapter completed!