Lu Jing picked up the straw paper.

Taichong Longjun looked up and saw Lu Jingqiu's vigorous pen writing a few lines of text through the back of the paper.

But below the text is an autumn picture painted by Lu Jing using small freehand techniques.

The sky in the picture is filled with autumn clouds, storms are rising, and frost is falling to the ground.

Heavy clouds and mist cover the sky and the scorching sun, as if a storm is brewing.

The flowers withered due to frost, and leaves fell everywhere, creating a desolate scene.

But when Taichong Longjun saw this painting, a flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.

But where the flowers withered, there were golden chrysanthemums blooming proudly.

The chrysanthemums are different from other dead branches and leaves. They are full of vitality and bloom proudly in the face of the frost!

As a cultivator in the eighth realm, Taichong Longjun possesses the status of a heavenly dragon. But when his eyes fell on the papyrus paper, the ink painting outlined in a few dozen strokes seemed to depict a bleak autumn day with chrysanthemums everywhere.

The whole city, from a distance, looks like it is covered with golden armor, standing in the rustling west wind, like clouds reflecting the sky, like a fire burning all over Taixuan!

"When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they have bloomed."

"The soaring incense array penetrates Taixuan, and the city is filled with golden armor!"

A few four lines of text fell into the eyes of Taichong Longjun.

However, Taichong Longjun only felt an extraordinary momentum that shot straight into the sky, bursting out from between the lines of the four-line poem.

"When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom!"

Taichong Longjun took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and saw that the clouds and mist covering Taixuanjing in the sky had dissipated.

But when he looked at Lu Jing's paintings again, he vaguely felt that the dark clouds in the sky above his head were overwhelming, overwhelming the world, overwhelming Taixuan!

"With frost, the city is covered with dark clouds, and the bleak autumn day is spoken by the immortals in the sky looking down on it."

"With the withered flowers, it is said that the world looks up to the sky and dare not resist the immortals!"

"And this city is filled with golden chrysanthemums..."

Taichong Longjun's pupils were slightly condensed. When he read through the four lines of poetry written by Lu Jing on the papyrus paper, he suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart.

These few lines of poems describe a story that is dazzling, majestic and heroic!

Lu Jing was in Taixuan Capital, facing the heavy pressure of dark clouds in the sky, but he still painted such a scene!

Under the dark clouds in autumn, although the flowers have withered, there are still chrysanthemums all over the city wearing golden armor and blooming in the frost.

"The West Tower in the sky is about to fall to the mortal world to blame Lu Jing. Lu Jing seems to be alone in Taixuan Capital, but there is not just one chrysanthemum in his painting. Chrysanthemums in the painting are everywhere, and they are all proud.

In full bloom."

Taichong Longjun whispered in his heart.

It is in this Five Directions Sea that apart from the old candle dragon that fell from the sky, the highest-ranking heavenly dragon saw this kind of painting and saw these four lines of poetry.

He felt that there seemed to be some indescribable mysterious power in these paintings and poems, which made his heart surge and made his hatred for the immortals in the sky even deeper. It even made Taichong Longjun want to be that person.

One of the golden armors all over the city, standing proudly in the cold.

But then, a ray of spiritual thought from Taichong Longjun suddenly shone, and a suspended heavenly dragon appeared in his mind, making Taichong Longjun suddenly calm down.

"The enmity between Lu Jing and Dragon should not be forgotten lightly."

The incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord closed his eyes and no longer looked at the piece of papyrus.

Lu Jing looked calm and gently threw the papyrus in his hand into the void.

The papyrus flew higher and higher until it flew into the clouds and disappeared completely.

But the scene in Taixuan Capital suddenly changed drastically.

The gentle spring day in the sky turned yellow, and the flowers that were about to bloom in Taixuan Capital suddenly shrouded a completely different vision.

Those who have cultivated in the sixth realm or above are shocked to realize that the sky in Taixuan Jing has changed, the wind and frost are approaching, and the autumn wind has begun.

All the flowers in Taixuan Capital are withered and withered.

Many practitioners didn't understand what was going on in Taixuan Capital, so they all used their spiritual thoughts and used Xuan Gong to look around.

Immediately afterwards...

They also saw an even more amazing sight.

All the flowers in the Taixuan Sutra are withered, but they are full of chrysanthemums wearing golden armor.

Those chrysanthemums exuded bursts of rich fragrance, permeating the city and reaching into the sky.

Those who looked up to see this astonishing vision saw many great scholars.

Like Ji Yuanzhi, Li Shen's characters also looked up at the sky. Just when they were amazed by the magnificence of this scene, they saw a piece of papyrus flying out of the fragrance of chrysanthemums all over the city.

On the cursive paper, Lu Jing's cursive writing is flowing freely. Even if you are a calligrapher in Xuandu, if you look at the cursive writing, you will only feel that there is vertical and horizontal momentum in it.

The cursive calligraphy and ink are extremely energetic. The brushstrokes are connected and rotated in a galloping way. The scrolling and scrolling are all appropriate. The cutting is decisive and neat. The connecting is to take advantage of the momentum without rushing through the stream. The brushstrokes are crowned with spirit, which shows the strength!

"good!"

Ji Yuanzhi, who had always been elegant, clenched his fists and looked up at the cursive writing on the hanging paper.

But in the next moment, Ji Yuanzhi reacted suddenly.

The same is true for the great scholar Li Shen.

"The cursive writing on this piece of papyrus paper is exquisite and thorough, but it is not carved or polished. It is not an exaggeration to call it a masterpiece.

But what is really precious on this piece of papyrus is not only the calligraphy and ink, but also this painting, and even these four lines of poetry!"

"After my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will bloom. Lu Jing...has the courage of a prince, and has the spirit of a young leader and a young swordsman."

Ji Yuanzhi and Li Shenju were in a trance, looking at the papyrus hanging in mid-air and the strange phenomena all over the city.

As the vision rippled out, a scene suddenly appeared in the mind of the cultivator in Taixuanjing.

They saw one of the chrysanthemums blooming all over the city transform into a young man dressed in white with a sword on his waist.

The cold wind was biting in the void, and dark clouds shrouded the sky.

Cold wind and dark clouds descended into the void accompanied by a hazy pavilion, seeming to overwhelm the heaven and earth, the spirit of the young man in white, and the sharp sword energy in his body.

"That young man is Mr. Lu Jing. That pavilion in the clouds and mist must come from behind Tianguan!"

Someone reacted immediately.

Under the biting frost, Lu Jing looked up at the sky alone, but the chrysanthemums were still in full bloom.

"The soaring incense array penetrates Taixuan, and the city is filled with golden armor!"

Li Shen murmured to himself.

The great scholar Ji Yuanzhi also understood at this moment...

"There is an immortal tower in the mortal world, and Lu Jing expresses his ambition through poetry and painting, but his poems and paintings are not just praising himself. There are even golden armor-like chrysanthemums everywhere in Taixuan Jing. Li Shen, Ji

Yuan Zhi and many other Taixuanjing practitioners fell silent.

The mysterious vision in Taixuanjing disappeared.

Spring has returned to the world, the withered flowers are in bud, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums has disappeared all over the city.

In the small courtyard of Kongshan Lane, Lu Jing was still sitting in front of the table drinking tea.

However, the incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord could clearly detect that there were wisps of spiritual thoughts and gazes that traveled across the far distance with respect and fell on this empty mountain alley.

Taichong Longjun stood up, turned around and looked at the entrance of the small courtyard, but saw that it was empty.

"Lu Jing."

There was a hint of regret in Taichong Longjun's tone: "There are countless powerful people in Taixuanjing, but it's a pity that this is Dafu Taixuanjing, the center of Dafu.

The practitioners here all stand in the Dafu Chaotang.

Dafu Chaotang...can't help you."

Lu Jing was about to speak.

At the entrance of Kongshan Alley, someone came with a knife in his hand.

The man holding the knife was wearing a blue robe and his eyes were burning.

The ghost-headed sword behind him is the world-famous Shangui sword, which is extraordinary.

"He is the concubine of the Duke of Nanguo."

Taichong Longjun nodded and said: "I don't have any official position, but I can help you."

When Taichong Longjun spoke.

Nan Xuehu had already walked into the courtyard. He had obviously heard Taichong Longjun's words and naturally knew the origin of this incarnation. However, he ignored Taichong Longjun and walked straight to Lu Jing.

Lu Jing hasn't spoken yet.

However, Taichong Longjun shook his head and said: "It's just...the cultivation level of the innate is too weak for the first time, and the immortal can be killed with a flick of his sleeve..."
To be continued...