Chapter 1168: 孔师虚像

"You..." Hearing the swearing, Zhang Jiuyi’s body swayed and almost vomited blood.
He just made people research his ink, and his eyes fell on himself again... This face is playing too fast!
憋's face turned red, and the fruit of the durian fell off the ground. Zhang Jiuzhen was thinking of anger, and he heard the other party's voice continue to ring.
"How? Don't agree? I have to solve the seal. So many people present, I definitely want to see... so important things, you should be obliged..."
The face is black, and Zhang Jiuyi wants to say it all at the moment, and he can’t say it anymore.
Looks like this... It’s just that he said the other person, and the words are not bad...
I was so angry that I pointed to Jiangshan, but now... I changed my identity and my face was swollen.
"Do not be alive..."
It’s full of depression, but I also know that it’s just like yelling at each other. The other person said the same thing, it’s understandable, the gas is about to explode, or it’s coming to the front and start to grind.
"Yeah!"
Seeing him no more, Zhang Hang nodded with satisfaction.
To be honest, he is not a vengeful person, because there is a hatred on the spot.
The other party’s hostility towards him is obvious when he meets. If so, there is no need to be a good person...
What's more, this guy's family still wants to know Luo Luo...
At first, Feng Xun just confessed, and he was smashed into a pig's head. He almost hangs up. Although he doesn't know where the guy's family is, the temporary strength is not qualified to find trouble, but... does not hinder, first collect interest.
Seeing the other side's ink-filling, Zhang Xuan is trying to fill the brush, breaking the artistic conception of the painting, the idea can enter, and suddenly the heart moves, looking up to the president of Mengchong not far away.
"Meng Mengchang, I don't know if you can have a book of paintings and paintings with you here. Six things, seven things, the more the number, the better, find the most suitable point, activate the spirituality, you can do two Related injuries... I want to see if there are similar books, you can learn from them!"
"Books in Six Horizons and Seven Contexts?"
I didn’t expect that at this juncture, this one had to read the book. The president shook his head and shook his head: "I don’t have much to bring, but the painter's guild is not far from here, I can take some of it in the past!"
"There is work..."
Zhang hanging fists.
"You're welcome!" It should be a cry. The president of Mengchong turned and walked out of the room. The time was not long. He came back again, his wrists turned over, and a pile of books fell in front of him. There were tens of thousands of books.
He is the president of the Society of Calligraphers, taking some books, no one will say anything.
Zhang Hang came to the front and quickly swept it again. This was a pretending one, and it was opened and pretended to be read carefully. In fact, consciousness entered the library.
"The sixth and seventh heavyweight paintings of heaven and earth..."
Gently smile and open the sixth book that has just been formed.
He only learned the fifth weight. Although he can make a pictorial work with the magic of heaven and earth, he has not learned the sixth heavy work.
After half an hour, the sixth reintegration will pass through.
After half an hour, the seventh weight will also be integrated.
It’s only a sigh of relief, and put down the books in your hands and let your eyes shine.
At this moment, his understanding of painting and calligraphy has reached the peak of seven stars, and even comparable to the master of calligraphy and painting of the eight-star primary.
"Zhang Shi... Can you start?"
See this in front of you, pick up an inconspicuous book, sit for an hour, the bronze mask is full of urgency.
"Yes!"
Nodded, Zhang Sushou took a deep breath, and two steps came to the painting. The eye of Mingli squirmed and looked again.
If you just said this painting, you can't understand it at all. It's all based on the shortcomings given by the library. Now you can see what is going on. In many places, there is no teacher to understand and understand.
"I want to start..."
No more to say, Zhang hanging brush gently touched on the platform, filled the pen, pointed the position, and the pen fell gently.
Calling!
Blinking the eye, a picture appears in front of you, quietly suspended in the air, not falling.
"A good and bright fantasy book!"
When he saw his painting, the side of the Mengchong president shrank.
The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.
It is also a emptiness book. Just Zhang Jiuyi’s is just a fur, and this one, with a beautiful artistic conception inside, has reached an extremely high level.
"Gaoming? How is it compared to you?" The shepherd president on the side looked over.
"To tell the truth... I am far from being good. The other side is empty, and every stroke is self-contained. It gives people a sense of illusion. It seems to be independent at any time and become real. Something... is almost infinitely close to calligraphy and painting, I am a lot worse..."
Meng Chong smiles.
Although I don’t want to admit it, I know that it’s too much for the other party to exceed him.
It’s no wonder that you can see the problem of this painting at a glance. This kind of painting and calligraphy ability, Qingyuan Empire, I am afraid no one can give it to the right.
"This..."
Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuyi is twitching at the corner of his mouth and feels that he is going crazy.
When I first met the other party, I also said that I would like to give pointers. Now I know that no matter how much treasures or paintings are made, people are even better than him.
Selling in front of an expert... It’s a shame to lose...
Calling!
In the shock of everyone, Zhang Hang’s pens kept on and on, and a portal-like pattern appeared in front of everyone.
"Portal?"
"What are you doing with the portal?"
"You don't know this. This landscape map, in our opinion, is like being reflected outside the window. Although it looks very close, in fact, there is a certain distance... If you want to be close, There is only one way to open the portal and come to the front, otherwise it will never be done!"
......
Seeing what he has drawn, everyone is shocked first, then suddenly realizes.
The people who are present at the peak of Qingyuan City, although they can't see how the seal is solved, can still be understood.
The landscape map has reached a real and illusory realm. It looks very close. In fact, it is very far away. If you want to enlighten the other person's intelligence, you can only do it when you come to the front. Naturally, you need a portal...
Call!
The portal is finished, the pen is closed, the eyebrows are raised, and the palms are pressed down.
Hey!
Ink suspended in the air immediately fell on the picture.
Boom!
A roar, the mountains far away from the front, immediately appeared in front of everyone, as if the door he painted, opened the passage, everyone can directly drill into the painting.
"Okay, I am starting..."
When doing this, Zhang hangs a sigh of relief and turns to look at Wu Shi’s eyes: "Wu Shi, please help me guard!"
Although it is impossible for everyone to attack, it is still necessary to be careful.
"Good!"
Wu Shi came to the front.
Zhang Hang was sitting on the floor with his knees, and his spirit moved. A thought went along the portal that had just been drawn and went inside.
When you enter the gate, you feel the moist moisture, and the thoughts of Zhang Hang are moving fast, and you will soon come to the middle of the mountain.
The peaks under the clouds are dark, and nothing can be seen. It is like entering the night. Zhang Suhang knows that this is not the reason that the spirit is not ignited, and does not stop, the method of running the spirit, the finger is fierce. The past.
Call!
The light of all the way shines, and more than 20 flames are lit up in a row, which ignites around, but the distance is completely activating spirituality.
Even if this is the case, the light will illuminate the darkness under the clouds, and the whole mountain appears in front of the eyes.
It is a thick forest that looks no different from other places. However, above the mountain, the sun is projected, and a faint shadow slowly emerges, giving people a feeling of worship.
"This..."
After glanced, Zhang Hang’s pupils shrank.
This illusion, he has seen.
Confucius!
The Confucius at this time, quiet and indifferent, gives a sense of peace and calm, and gives people a feeling of shuttle time, will disappear at any time.
"This is...the sight of the old man without sorrow!"
The fist is pinched.
This painting is drawn by the old man without sadness. The shadow of the Confucius is naturally false. But... this virtual shadow in front of the eyes is full of charm and gives a feeling of worship. It is not a delusion. Imagine it.
That is...
This sad old man has seen this scene with his own eyes, and the memory is too deep, so he painted it.
" Wu Shi said that this old man with no sorrow, when he was young, was very mediocre. After the age of one hundred and eighty, he suddenly realized that not only was he rushing to make progress, but he was also like a in calligraphy and painting... Is it because he saw it? The shadow of the Confucius, suddenly caused by the opening?"
Wu Shi once told him that this sad old man is a miracle.
If you say that there is no big chance, you can't believe it.
Maybe... It was because of seeing the shadow of the Confucius, and once he became an epiphany, he became an eight-star painter. Later, his strength reached, he felt affection, and left his feelings on paper.
"However, the work of Confucius is too big. After the painting is finished, knowing that once the news is leaked, there will be innumerable troubles... Perhaps, the trouble has already come, and this will be covered with white clouds, and the result... Still suffering from a poisonous hand, just after doing this, it disappeared and disappeared..."
Zhang Suo speculation.
After four days of recognition, his thinking is clear and organized. Although it looks like a lot of things, there is no clue, but after thinking for a while, you can still speculate something.
Whether the virtual image of Confucius appears on this mountain range, and where is the place where it appears... These are all problems that are discovered by the minded ones and will inevitably cause great turmoil.
As an eight-star painting and calligraphy artist, it is impossible for an old man without sorrow to know.
Unfortunately, the works I made, I couldn’t bear to give up, and I struggled for thirty years... As a result, I still didn’t escape the fate.
"The Confucius appeared here, indicating that it is the same as the Qiuwu Palace. There must be vestiges here... first look at where the phantom appears!"
Thinking about these, Zhang Suhang hurriedly looked up to see where the shadow of the Confucius appeared.
"Where..."
The location was quickly found, and the eyes were bright and hurriedly flew away.