"Nonsense! Me! I am the King of Wisdom!"

The old King of Wisdom pointed at his face and shouted, his face turned red and veins popped out, but Huang Zhao, who was hiding in the corner, thought that he was trying to cover up his fear with anger. At this time, Huang Zhao was extremely sensitive to fear.

It doesn't feel wrong.

The young monk is very handsome and good-looking. Yes, as a golden-winged roc with normal orientation, Huang Zhao thinks he is really good-looking. He wears a light-colored monk robe to set off his elegant temperament. Without the golden robe or gold accessories, he is still extraordinary. It feels like

They are those legendary gods.

"You are and you are not." The voice was still calm and full of magnetism.

The old King of Wisdom went crazy, and the old man, who was practicing in the Mahayana stage, rushed towards the young monk with a Zen staff...

Suddenly, the old wise king who was rushing forward was frozen in the air, motionless like a statue, but the sweat dripping from his face showed that he tried hard to break free but could not, and his eyes were frightened and uneasy. This is very abnormal...

The young monk spoke with a kind and friendly smile.

"You did a very bad job and failed. I am very disappointed."

The old King of Wisdom, who was frozen in mid-air, no longer looked as fierce as before, and Huang Zhao felt that his whole body was soaked with sweat, like a pitiful drowned dog, and his lips trembled and he struggled to speak.

"Spare...life..."

"Your life is not your own, it belongs to the King of Wisdom, and I am the real King of Wisdom, no... neither am I."

He stretched out his hand and clicked on the old Wisdom King. His old body immediately aged and shriveled up quickly, turning into a dying man. The old Wisdom King with the Mahayana cultivation level was no match for him, or maybe the only one in the world was the Wisdom King.

He had no power to fight back, so Huang Zhao estimated that the latter possibility was more likely.

The old King of Wisdom is not dead yet. His movements are slow and his breathing is like a bellows. It is only a matter of time before he lingers and dies.

"come here."

Huang Zhao didn't want to go there, but later realized that this person who seemed to be the real King of Wisdom was not easy to mess with, but he felt that he would definitely not be able to escape. Even the murdered father could not escape in front of him, which was not the case at all.

On one level, I had no choice but to suppress my fear and cautiously walk up to the young man.

The young monk smiled like the spring breeze blowing on his face.

"He didn't know your true abilities and failed to protect your father. He failed miserably. From now on, you are an official disciple of my sect and no longer a mount. Are you willing?"

"I...I am willing..."

"Okay, a new King of Wisdom will take over the sect soon. You just need to concentrate on practicing."

Suddenly, a golden light shone so brightly that Huang Zhao couldn't open his eyes. He reflexively raised his arm to block the dazzling golden light, but... wasn't his arm gone? Why did it suddenly grow back?

The golden light faded away and the young monk disappeared, leaving only Huang Zhao standing in front of the previous King of Wisdom who was on the verge of old age and death, looking at his arms in a daze.

An old monk walked in from outside the hall, his appearance was exactly like the one on the ground.

"I am the King of Wisdom...I am the unique King of Wisdom in the world..."

The old monk muttered as he walked, as if possessed.

"..."

Huang Zhao felt boundless fear...

…

Shenhua Mountain.

Bai Yujun placed a desk on the edge of the cliff, holding a brush and painting with ink.

The mountains and rivers are like paintings, with inner beauty and tranquility. Viewing paintings is both pleasing to the eye and heart. That is to say, the ancients said, "Taste its taste, understand its meaning, and understand its ambition." Landscape painting is from the scenery to the work, with the ability to attract people and empathize with the scenery.

Characteristics: Without the painter's intention to be immersed in the scene and be moved by the scene, there would be no immersive experience for the reader.

Good paintings can make people feel happy and edified, making them feel relaxed and in harmony with their minds. In short, they ‘smooth the mind’.

When Bingyuan entered the secret realm where the dragon bones were, he had seen too many memories of dragons. The ink paintings were still before his eyes, and he tasted various emotions and insights in them. In his free time, he finally had time to incorporate what he saw and felt into his pen.

Painting can also lead to enlightenment, closeness to nature, return to nature, and become one with nature.

Dip in ink and touch the pen tip lightly to the drawing paper...

I don’t do pencil sketches or oil paintings. I have different hobbies and different tastes.

Bai Yujun, who creates carefully, does not wear a robe or fancy clothes. She is comfortable and comfortable in a white dress. Her long hair is simply tied behind her head with a white cloth strip. Occasionally, her black hair will slip over her shoulders and hang on the paper.

Unlike human painters, Bai Yujun unconsciously incorporates a hint of dragon momentum when painting.

Rendered with ink and wash, the painting depicts the charm and beauty of Mount Huashan. From time to time, I use brushes of different thicknesses and bend down to paint carefully. The cranes fly in the mist sea, the waterfall rumbles, and the ancient pines on the cliff edge rustle in the wind.

She was painting seriously and did not care about other people's business. At some point, Yang Mu stood beside her with her arms folded and looked at the paintings. There was no need to think about Xu Ling. She must be meditating in the main hall, practicing how to sleep better.

When I need to use light colors, I go to the nearby waterfall and clear pool to wash my brush and come back to continue painting. I plan the white paper strictly according to the painting proportions I learned in my previous life. Although my skills are not very skilled, I have momentum, not the kind of blowing out.

But it really contains.

Some people can't draw well, so they say that others don't have the taste to understand paintings. They pretend to be mysterious, such as some antiques, and insist that you don't understand the connotation and price. Many things are like this.

Before the ink was dry, the hanging hair was inadvertently stained with ink, leaving traces on the paper.

My painting skills are pretty good. After all, I am a super young Baijiao who has experienced Shenlong-level ink paintings. I have practiced the brush several times before to find some feeling, and I can barely finish a painting that looks past me.

Yang Mu nodded, it was very good, at least it was much prettier than the painting by that girl Xu Ling.

A long time passed...

It was finally time to put the pen down, but suddenly an idea occurred to me. I held the brush in my hand and let it sway directly between the landscape and the water, and finished it with one stroke.

Put away the pen.

The last stroke actually painted a black ink dragon on the mountain...

The landscape painting was pretty good, and the last swimming dragon was definitely the most amazing thing. Even Yang Mu nodded in praise. The ink dragon was just a rough stroke and no details like four claws were drawn, but you can still feel the hidden meaning.

The dragon is alive and powerful, as if it is alive and ready to leave the rice paper and fly into the sky at any time.

"The painting is very good, can you give it to me?" Yang Mu asked.

Bai Yujun nodded.

"Okay, just think of it as a wedding gift to you. It's a pity that I couldn't attend Senior Brother Yang's wedding after being away all year."

"It doesn't matter."

Yang Mu carefully waited for the ink to dry before mentioning it. He was too lazy to talk nonsense and turned around. Looking in the direction, he should go to the mountain commercial street to find someone to frame it. The popularity of Taoist music, chess, calligraphy and painting has led to many professional craftsmen.

After twisting their sore necks and wrists, they snapped their fingers, and the two clones stepped forward to collect papers and brushes, picked up the desk, and walked back, relaxed, happy and effortless.

Master Yu Rong has been very busy in recent days, busy with the inauguration ceremony of the new head, and everyone in Chunyang Palace attaches great importance to this matter.

The grand ceremony will be held tomorrow. Anyway, we don't have anything to do. We just have to wait and go to the station all morning to eat. Logically speaking, when the leader takes office, he should be able to eat, right?
Chapter completed!