All in all, Shen Yu has lived a long time, already living a long time three thousand years ago.
When it comes to Taoism and swordsmanship, Shen Yu is confident that he is not inferior to anyone in the world.
If there was a fight, Shen Yu would not be afraid at all, because he had never lost before.
But Shen Yu suddenly discovered at this moment that there were indeed many things that he was not good at.
At first he laughed at Yu Wenwen for being a swordsman, but he was not the same as before.
Yang Pan'er didn't understand this, or she didn't expect this, she just stared at Shen Yu silently with wide eyes.
In her eyes, Shen Yu is omnipotent, so this ignorant and innocent look is very lethal.
Just when Shen Yu didn't know how to answer, suddenly, a burst of exclamation came from the round platform in the distance.
A giant picture scroll exuding the glory of colored glaze slowly unfolded, like a dream.
There were vendors bargaining, pedestrians looking in a hurry, children crying after being lost, nobles strutting through the market, and the noise in the market could be vaguely heard.
The scroll on the high platform seemed to come alive in an instant, and figures came one after another, lifelike.
Occasionally, there are flocks of birds flying over thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the distance, and then landing on the lake to rest.
The onlookers stared with wide eyes, looking intoxicated at the man on the high platform and the magical brush in his hand.
"Dongfang Duan, the eldest son of Dongfang, one of the four major families in the city, is best at calligraphy and painting, and he became a Taoist through calligraphy and painting."
Zhao Ji explained.
Yang Pan'er also stood on tiptoes unconsciously, looking at the lifelike scroll.
With this kind of painting technique, even accomplished practitioners will subconsciously appreciate the artistic conception.
It's just that there seems to be another person who is an accident.
Yang Pan'er saw Shen Yu's expression. He didn't wrinkle slightly and seemed to be thinking about something.
Yang Pan'er asked in confusion: "Isn't this painting bad?"
Shen Yu was thoughtful and replied after a while: "Reluctantly."
Yang Pan'er asked curiously: "Is your painting better than this?"
Shen Yu shook his head and explained: "I can't draw, but I have seen it before, and I have seen it a lot, so I know a little bit about it."
"Then can you draw?"
"Won't."
Yang Pan'er pouted her little mouth, with a preaching look on her face, shook her head and sighed: "You are too ambitious, Shen Yu, this won't work."
Shen Yu smiled and walked over there.
Yang Pan'er blinked, chased after her and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Shen Yu said: "Just choose this one."
"Didn't you just say you can't draw?"
"You can learn."
"Just like learning formations a few days ago?"
"Yes."
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The Dongfang Duan of the Dongfang family in Qianliu City is a handsome young man with red lips, white teeth, and starry eyebrows. He makes people fall in love with him at first sight, but the arrogance that cannot be concealed between his eyebrows still keeps many people away.
Many people participating in the painting competition stayed aside quietly, with most of them showing no signs of depression on their faces.
It is naturally expected that Dongfang End can win the first place.
Their goal is to get the top three, because the top three will have the rare magic weapons and elixirs provided by the four major families for this spring test. For casual cultivators without a background, they are far more valuable than some false names.
is much more useful.
Before Dongfang Duan's brush strokes were finished on the scroll, there was a round of applause and praise.
Immediately afterwards, an exquisite poem was also engraved on the scroll.
Calligraphy and painting competitions have always been a matter of contention among a hundred schools of thought. Whoever can beat the others will naturally be judged by specialized calligraphy and painting masters.
When Dongfang Duan was painting, everyone waited quietly. In addition to admiration, it also represented a kind of respect. But later, it was obvious that everyone was no longer like this.
For a time, every stroke is like a living life, and every person's expression is revealed with every frown and smile.
In less than a moment, the only sound on the entire circular platform was the sound of writing from the east end. During this period, two casual practitioners who were proficient in painting skills also stood out from here.
One is a scholar in ragged clothes, with a neat appearance and an upright expression.
One is a purdah master, wearing a red gauze face, and with her delicate hands, she also created a stunning work.
And these two are also famous calligraphers and painters in Qianliu City and even the entire Linshan Kingdom.
The three men who were responsible for commenting on the painting skills in the front chatted slightly, with expressions of satisfaction on their faces. The man who had passed his destiny even stroked his beard and nodded.
Seeing this scene, everyone felt that the outcome was decided.
It is already a great thing to be able to make the calligraphy and painting, which is the most senior among the three people, feel good to everyone.
Because this unspectacular man is called Dongfang Daozi. He is the master of Dongfang Duan and the proud disciple of the Chinese Painting School of Zhongzhou Academy in the past.
"As I expected, the overall situation has been decided."
"Although I had known the result would be like this, I was still a little unwilling."
"Let's go see the other three disciples."
Everyone was talking a lot.
Amidst these gossips, Shen Yu came step by step to the round platform where the painting skills competition was to be held. He scanned the surroundings and found a piece of clear paper spread out on the remote stone table on the left.
He sat cross-legged on the yellow futon in front of the stone table, and then there was a curl of tea smoke rising next to him.
The smoke is hazy like mist, which looks illusory, but is actually a special restriction that allows the space here to be in an independent place and will not disturb other types of competitions on the sky circular platform.
It seems that because the painting skills competition has come to an end, many people have noticed this man of unknown origin.
Then everyone saw the way he held his pen, which was completely that of a layman, without any aesthetic skills at all.
The others shook their heads slightly, it was normal and natural, and they stopped paying attention to him.
Shen Yu turned a blind eye to these gazes, holding the pen in his right hand and closing his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something.
He told Yang Pan'er that he had seen many people painting, but actually he only saw him once, but that time he already had the best painting skills in the world.
Yes, not the most beautiful, nor the most true, but the strongest.
Shen Yu moved his pen and then made a stroke in the air.
The jade-white paper floated out of thin air.
Immediately afterwards, the roar of a real dragon sounded from the sky and the earth, like thunder on the ground.
"roar!"
Then a golden yellow dragon poked out its huge head from the black clouds in the sky. It was ferocious and terrifying. The roar of the dragon resounded throughout the world, and even caused a wave of sound to spread around.
Countless people on the round platform trembled subconsciously, and raised their heads in shock, looking at the golden dragon.
The giant dragon was circling and flying. After the first dragon roar, the sky began to rain. With the second dragon roar, strong winds and heavy rain came.
Countless people didn't bother to use the art of sheltering from the rain, and stared at the real dragon in the sky with pale faces, filled with fear.
Entering Taoism through painting is not as vivid as Dongfang Duan, nor is it as graceful as the purdah masters, nor is it as sharp as the scholar.
With such unparalleled hegemony, everyone in the room could hardly help but want to kneel down and worship the true dragon in the sky.
The scholar in ragged clothes had trembling hands, and his face was bloodless when facing the golden dragon.
Dongfang Duan bit his lip, sweating profusely, and pressed his legs tightly to prevent himself from kneeling down.
As for the rest of the people, they had already collapsed to their knees.
Sitting in the center of the circular platform, Dongfang Daozi, the most skilled painter, had a face full of shock and could not understand.
To him, this person's painting skills are very rough, without any skills or connotations, but with a meaning that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
But he had a chance to see this kind of idea once on the third floor of the academy.
The nine-layered true dragon of Si Xu appears and washes away the entire world.
The real dragon appears, but all horses are empty.
This is the meaning expressed by this person, and it has nothing to do with painting skills or the things painted.
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