The scroll slowly unfolded, and a great aura emerged from it.

I saw a phantom of a saint wearing Confucian uniform walking out of the scroll, with bright eyes and a lofty spirit.

When the phantom of Wen Sheng appeared, the surroundings were suddenly covered by white light.

"You can just stick to my painting for a stick of incense!" Chi Zhongke said in a deep voice.

He was already sure that Lu Yu was a ghost cultivator.

The Confucian and Taoist literary saints are fatal to ghost cultivators.

Many ghost cultivators may be destroyed if they encounter the magic weapon of the saint of literature. Therefore, ghost cultivators and Confucian cultivators have always had the same power as water and fire.

Chu Yuruo couldn't help but say, "Senior, you have already taken out a painting before. According to the rules, as long as Wang Chen can watch a stick of incense, he will pass. If you take out a new painting like this, wouldn't it be better to take out a new painting.

Break the rules you set!"

Before, Chi Zhongke only said that one stick of incense was enough to watch the painting, but did not say how to use it.

Lu Yu destroyed the scroll, which is not considered a violation of the rules.

Chi Zhongke sneered: "In my Qujiang Pond, I am the rule!"

Chu Yuruo still wanted to argue, but Lu Yu suddenly stopped him.

"You should have watched Wen Sheng from a distance before, so this painting is quite accurate." Lu Yu looked at the painting in front of him.

The guest of Chi Zhong said in a deep voice: "It's enough to look at this painting for a stick of incense."

If you are a ghost cultivator, you may be able to completely destroy your soul when you watch the portrait of Wen Sheng for a stick of incense.

Lu Yu smiled faintly until Chi Zhongke's thoughts, "I just praised you for a few words. In my opinion, your painting is still simple and clumsy."

What!

Chi Zhongke said angrily: "You are a boy who doesn't understand anything, what do you know!"

No one who has ever participated in the Qujiang banquet could crack the paintings of Chi Zhongke, so he was also arrogant.

Only Lu Yu, who was the first to come, actually scolded Chi Zhongke, which made him unable to bear it.

"The reason why Wen Sheng is powerful is not how tall his image is, but his inner erudition. After years of accumulation, the spiritual energy in his heart burst out, and he blew into a sword and uttered words to kill people."

Lu Yu said lightly: "In order to show respect for Wen Sheng, ordinary people deliberately amplify their image. In fact, many Wen Sheng is like ordinary people. They may have incomplete limbs, and some even have ugly faces, but the only one that remains unchanged,

It's their mighty spirit."

"Because of the great spirit, even if they look unbearable, some people will respect him and admire him. And this one of yours is just a perfect portrait without a trace of literary spirit."

Lu Yu looked directly at Wen Sheng in the portrait and said in a deep voice: "The mirror is full of flowers, water and moon."

Every word of this sentence seems to cause a certain force between heaven and earth to shake.

Lu Yu mastered the laws of Confucianism and Taoism, and he was the master of Confucianism and Taoism, and he was the same as the saint of literature.

A fake saint in the portrait met the real saint.

I feel ashamed of myself and have no face to blend between heaven and earth.

Puchi!

The fire appeared, and for a moment, the portrait began to burn out of thin air.

"You dare to burn my painting!" Chi Zhongke was furious and reached out to save the burning scroll in the air.

However, the painting burned extremely fast. Before he could save it, it fell directly into the hands of Chi Zhongke and turned into ashes.

In less than a stick of incense, two paintings were buried in front of Lu Yu.

Chi Zhongke could no longer contain the roar in his heart, and a powerful pressure swept across the pavilion.

"If you dare to destroy my paintings, don't leave alive today."
Chapter completed!