"Your brother? It seems that you didn't take it seriously what the fat man told you last time?"
laugh!
While the fat man was talking, he suddenly looked at the long table where the Calligraphy and Painting Association was testing, and the chair came to him. At the same time, the hand holding the pen was dipped into the ink.
"Isn't it?"
The fat man's actions shocked the cultivators who were watching, and their eyes widened in shock.
You must know that Xuanyuan Chen's blooming pressure has not been removed at this moment. Just from the auras and expressions of Ling Feng, Ao Yu and Xue Feiyan, we can know that Xuanyuan Chen's pressure is definitely very strong, but the fat man is fat. The trembling fat man, instead of having any aura blooming around him to resist the pressure, took the exam table in front of him and dipped in ink calmly, as if the pressure had no effect on him.
"Are you talking to me?" Murong Qianhua frowned.
"Little dog, you are so naughty. Haven't you already transformed into a human body and can speak human language? Fatty once said that the most disgraceful thing is for a dog to bite someone. Take care of your brother and don't bite him, otherwise Fatty I accidentally struck too hard, and I was killed. Why didn't you listen? Do you think these two dogs are more powerful than the last one? Can you use some bullshit to intimidate the fat man?" The fat man's fat hands are so big. He gently twirled the brush with his thumb and index finger, dipped it into the dark inkstone, and then gently stroked the tip of the brush on the edge of the inkstone, squinting.
Except for Fatty's voice, everyone in the scene had fallen silent. Fatty, who seemed to be an understatement, actually gave everyone an extremely shocking feeling. They didn't care at all about Fatty's very non-standard or awkward pen-holding posture.
Especially Xuanyuan Chen was even more shocked.
He naturally knew how strong the pressure he released was. Moreover, now that he had transferred the center of the pressure to Fatty, and it continued to increase, but Fatty, who clearly did not offer any resistance, was not affected at all, even The hand that twists the pen does not tremble at all.
If it weren't for the support of Ling Feng, Ao Yu and Xue Feiyan, everyone would even doubt whether Fatty could withstand Xuanyuan Chen's pressure.
This can't help but shock everyone.
Ao He, Ling Feng, Xue Feiyan and the members of the Blood Team, at this time, they thought of what Fatty had said to Ao He after he came out of the endurance test. At that time, Ao He asked Fatty how long he could last, and Fatty stretched out his hand first. Three fingers, and then five fingers were stretched out. Ao Hui guessed that it was three to five hours or hours. After being denied by the fat man, he concluded that it was three to five minutes. He did not believe the three or five days that the fat man roared out. And now... …
"Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway!"
This is a thought shared by Ao Yu and others.
It was only then that they realized that Fatty's ability to withstand pressure was far beyond their imagination.
"You can really pretend, but don't hold back your internal injuries... That's not my, Xuanyuan Chen's, responsibility!" Xuanyuan Chen said. He quietly increased his pressure. Pressure suppresses others, that is, using force to suppress others. As long as you don't do anything, control the heat, and don't cause substantial harm to the practitioners, there won't be any problems within the academy. It's not okay to hurt people, it's okay to humiliate them. This is similar to verbal insults and fights, intensifying conflicts. Intensify Conflict is also a factor that promotes the progress of cultivators. It is precisely because of this that Xuanyuan Chen dared to do this.
"It's vulgar! It's true as the elder brother said, he is just a villain who shows off his rhetoric. He has strength, but this kind of virtue is really unflattering! If you are as good as the person, just don't come out and embarrass yourself. , so as not to insult everyone's eyes and waste paper and ink!" After a brief shock, Tang Hu, the leader of the Four Great Talents, stared at Chen Hao with contempt and spoke.
boom!
call!
As soon as Tang Hu finished speaking, the fat man's eyes suddenly shone brightly, looking straight at him like two laser beams. At this moment, Tang Hu felt that his eyes were blinded, and there was a loud bang in his head.
The whole world seemed to turn into a world ravaged by violent winds.
"wind!"
Tang Hu almost whispered, uttering a syllable from his roar.
The people around him didn't feel anything at all. They didn't see anything abnormal in the fat man's eyes. The only thing they saw was that after the fat man looked at Tang Hu with a smile full of disdain and contempt, the hand that was twisting the pen suddenly turned into an authentic one.
Holding the pen gesture, the full tip of the pen suddenly fell.
But at the moment when Tang Hu said the word "wind", everyone's minds were captured by the artistic conception blooming in Fatty's writing.
There are no flowers in the pen, but the artistic conception of a raging wind is like a new world presented in Fatty's pen.
The pen is full of ink and penetrates the back of the paper, vividly embodying the artistic conception of the raging wind in the word "wind" with flying dragons and phoenixes.
But the fat man did not stop. The word "wind" with different moods was born in his writing. Strong wind, storm, whirlwind, breeze... even warm wind, cool wind, cold wind, hot wind and other winds that affect the mood were all affected by the expression.
The dedicated fat man interprets it in his writing...
"The words come from the heart, and the words are like pictures..."
"The words are like pictures!"
Vice President Yi Qian, who is proficient in calligraphy, and the judges all stared at Fatty's pen and murmured to themselves.
The simple surface meaning of the word "Ruhua" is that the words are beautiful and like paintings, but the meaning contained here is not that simple. Rather, the mood revealed in the words makes the surrounding practitioners unable to help but fall into its artistic conception.
Like a dream, like a painting.
Although this does not reach the state of blooming flowers in Tang Hu's paintings, the artistic conception is no worse than that of Tang Hu. However, Tang Hu is painting, while Fatty is writing.
What's even more astonishing is that Fatty, who was unable to use his magical powers and could only write with the most basic abilities of a mortal, actually showed strong foundation and skills. The lines he wrote could not be fully described even if he tried hard enough to see through the back of the paper. The reason was... it presented a three-dimensional
feeling!
It would not be surprising if anyone knew that Chen Hao had been practicing the art of carving skills taught by his father since he was a child, which is different from ordinary magical powers. That is the art of condensing all energy and integrating his body and mind into the universe. Such a heart art
, what is the most important thing?
A state of mind that blends into the universe.
And Chen Hao has never stopped practicing since he was a child?
Every flight that blends into the world and all things is equivalent to a practice of carving skills. The texture of the life trajectories of all things will be clearly presented in the mind.
It is normal for such a state of mind to be integrated into one's own writing and produce such amazing effects!
Hiss, hiss...
Xuanyuan Chen, who was increasing the intensity of his pressure and wanted to make the pretentious fat man unable to keep pretending, was influenced by Chen Hao's gestures and suddenly forgot to continue, causing the pressure to dissipate.
After the fat man wrote the word "wind" in more than ten different artistic conceptions, he suddenly raised his pen, held it in the air for a breath, and then lowered it again. (To be continued...)