Chapter 367: Three hundred seventy one

Chapter 367 Chapter 371: Absolute Sound
Xiao Ziyu is undoubtedly one with connotation, so he knows better how difficult it is to paint clouds like this.
Thousands of clouds do not have a repetition and each has ingenuity, but the combination of clouds has transformed into an unknown number of new appearances. It is obviously just a sea of ​​clouds drawn. Every glance is a surprise at first sight. sense.
To exhaust all the combinations, I don’t know how much time it will take, but it doesn’t matter, just take it home and enjoy it quietly, just hang it in the practice room, and you can enjoy it after the daily practice. It’s not beautiful!
The newly promoted Xiling's first person has already decided that no matter what the inscription is turned into, he must get it. Such a sect-based work fell into the hands of these grass buns, and it is more than a secret cast. It is simply a humiliation for this master.
Looking away from the red cloud with difficulty, Xiao Ziyu planned to take a look at the name of the picture, so that the maid of the exhibition warehouse could take it off for him, but with this look, he could no longer remove it.
If we talk about appreciation of paintings, there are three or five people in Xiling who have a better vision than him, but in terms of calligraphy, Xiao Zhengmihou is no better than him, and he also believes that in another twenty years of accomplishments, his Words can also be regarded as masterpieces by famous artists, although they are still inferior to Huang Ting, but they can also be called masters.
But the calligraphy of the painting in front of him is not inferior to Huang Tinghao, and there is a kind of detachment between the strokes of the brush. "Wangyue·Yonghai of Clouds" is only a short six characters but makes people feel the nobleness of the sea of ​​clouds. .
Human beings are handy in books, and they are in many forms, but they are neutral, fat, and thin. If the book is also, the shortness of the shortness, the balance between the weight and the weight, the proper yin and yang, the strength and the softness, the so-called fat characters must have bones, and the thin characters must have flesh. Only in this way can people be ignorant and become a sect, and become a unique character. Although the calligraphy in front of him is not as heavy as Huang Ting, the elegance and grace of the calligraphy make people feel young.
If Huang Ting’s character is a magnificent road, this character is like compassion for a sage, but it is peaceful but with loneliness.
"It's really a good word!" Xiao Ziyu praised in his heart. With this painting alone, calligraphy and painting are definitely not empty words. He can't wait to see the trumpeted poem that smells bad on the ground and rarely seen in the sky.
At this moment, he has completely forgotten the ridicule of these stuffy boys, even if he would become a fan of their brains, he would not hesitate, because the picture in front of him deserves this honor, if you compare it to martial arts , This is a sacred secret method that has been studied for thousands of years. Every word and every sentence has infinite mysteries, and the martial art is even more mesmerizing.
Xiao Gongzi opened his eyes together, his brows frowned slightly.
"How about Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is not here."
Only the first sentence made him a little disappointed. Where is Dai Zong? Where is Qilu? Why is it unheard of? Although he dare not pretend that he has a good knowledge of the past, he also knows about the famous mountains in the world. Since he has not heard of it, they are mostly remote and inaccessible places. When he thinks of this, he feels a little regretful.
The opening of a poem is so important. Since ancient times, poets can't wait to use two or three words to attract people firmly. Therefore, there are many poems in the world, and there are many people with horns and tails.
Starting with an unknown mountain peak, it would be better to point out that Chixia Peak is not as magnificent as the two sacred mountains of Kunzhou and Zhou. He sighed with a trace of regret, so he went on to look at it.
"Good luck Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut faint dawn."
Just as the combined attack skills roared in my mind, it took only ten words to completely erase Xiao Ziyu’s low look at Dai Zong Yi Mountain, and in just a few words the magical beauty and lofty height of Dai Zong Mountain were leaped on the paper, with only one. The clock character writes the heavens and all things alive, as if complaining that the heavens and the earth have such a preference, and attribute the magic and beauty to Daizong Mountain. Xiao Ziyu wondered whether there really is such a sacred mountain in the world that has not been discovered by a wandering poet before writing these two sentences.
The mountains in the world are divided into yin and yang, the sun facing the sun is "yang", the sun facing the sun is "yin", also known as the mountains from the south to the north and the mountains from the north to the yin. But what a magnificent mountain peak can separate the yin and yang, instead of accepting the scorching sun, just like this Daizong Mountain is the only master in the world, but yin and yang, I want you to divide it, you divide it!
Sun, moon and stars, no! Ever! accompany! lining!
This kind of majestic and domineering, unheard of, Xiao Ziyu has never heard of it, and has never seen it before. With this sentence alone, this poem can be listed as the highest class. He can’t wait to look at the next sentence because he doesn’t even know it. , What kind of verse should be connected in order not to be weak.
"Sweeping chests and stratus clouds, decided to enter the home bird."
If Daigo gives initiation, if Maosai suddenly opens, Xiao Ziyu suddenly enlightens, and suddenly sees the sky. Such a beautiful scenery, what are you thinking about! ?
Just look, look around!
To have a panoramic view of all these picturesque scenery, like a bird thrown into the forest, like a moth into a fire, will open your eyes, and you must remember everything before you firmly.
What kind of sacred mountain is it that will make a person who is both masterful in calligraphy and painting abandon a pair of eyes to remember everything in front of you, even if it is late, the tired bird has returned to the mountain, the poet is still looking forward, obsessed with not leaving .
Xiao Ziyu seemed to be able to feel the pain that it took the poet how long to climb the mountain, but it was almost dusk. He could only wish to replace it with his own body. After only three lines of poem, he set up a sacred mountain in his heart, the so-called poetic attainments, He really understood it today, and he swore a vow: "If you travel, you will see the Daizong Shenshan!"
He seemed to have understood the poet's wish, that is, he gave up his eyes and wanted to tell the world the mysteriousness of this sacred mountain!
With only the last sentence left, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful, because after all, the poet has to go down the mountain, even if it is a show, ordinary people will return to life after all, so only martial arts will last!
It’s like a saint preaching, Xiao Ziyu’s warrior spirit has been tempered by three lines of poems, and Xu Sheng Gongzi, who has been haunting him, seems to have been wiped out. The goal in his eyes is bright and clear again. There is no defeat. But climbing to the top is never a smooth road. Even if it is late to climb to the top of the mountain, even if it may fall in the valley halfway, I have to take a look at the magnificence of that martial art summit!
Xiao Ziyu, who was full of fighting spirit, looked at the last sentence:
"It will be the top of the Ling, and you will see the mountains!"
boom! !
For a long time, Xiao Ziyu didn't return to his senses. Who would have thought that Xiling's No. 1 mortal powerhouse would be shocked by a poem.
"Absolute sound! This joint sentence is truly extremist!"
After the shock, only such a sentence appeared in his mind.
(End of this chapter)