Chapter 493

The painting of mountains and streams waiting to cross was completed overnight. When I finished writing, I couldn't help sweeping my light eyes here. It means that I can feel it without drinking. It's full of disdain. Even in the last level, Lu Xu's talent can't compare with Zifeng, but painting has never been abandoned since he was a child. From Lu Xu's weapon is the eight treasures Yanling fan, you can see one or two.

But Zifeng in his sight didn't feel the general at all. He was still painting slowly. Suddenly everyone noticed that the pen he used was not a brush at all, but a rune pen! What is this?

In front of the hourglass, the time has been exhausted for most of the time, but when I see Zi Fengxin walking, the snow-white paper in front of me is empty, not even a line. But Zifeng's expression is rigorous, not fooling around?

"Hoo" stood up. Ge Jinqi and his group stood behind Zifeng. They only looked at him and felt a splitting headache. They staggered back behind them, looking like a ghost, "good, good, many lines."

The ten niangs on one side could not restrain their curiosity and slowly leaned up. Before she gathered her eyes on it, the rune pen in Zifeng's hand hooked up and the scroll in front of her directly rolled up. It seemed that she was afraid of losing something.

Although she didn't see anything in the painting, Shi Niang clearly caught a faint light on the painting axis at the moment Zifeng collected his pen

With Zifeng's action, there are many paintings completed in the hall. Even if they are not completed, they will finish hastily when they see that there is little time left.

"Time is up!" Then a sentence was pronounced outside, and nearly 200 people in the hall stopped.

He raised his eyebrow and glanced at Zifeng. Shi Niang walked slowly to the scene, "let's invite Dong Yuan and old Mr. Dong to evaluate this painting."

Dong Yuan, a native of Zhongling, is good at landscape painting. He is a master of Xuantian, second only to Wu Daozi.

However, in the field, except Zifeng, Lu Xu and others, there was no response. Who is Dong Yuan? I don't know him. He's not a strong man.

As soon as the voice fell, an old man with white beard and beard came out with vigorous steps. It seemed that the cold scene in front of him had long been expected.

Simply greet the people around you, "I'm very happy to see the literary friends association in Tianzhou. I don't say much. Look at the painting!" Then he started from the left and looked at it one by one.

He didn't speak, and even the expression on his face didn't change. Some desks didn't even stop. He swept them directly, which made everyone panic.

You know, after this round, there are only ten people left in the field. It is impossible to say that they are not nervous. Of course, this is only for many people. For people with real talents such as Lu Xu, it is just a long wait time.

"Mystify!" Looking at Zifeng's appearance, Lu Xu couldn't help laughing in his heart. Once, I must take down your disguise!

"Big brother, what's on your top?" Can't help it, Ge Jinqi asked.

Zifeng looked back and smiled, "do you really want to know?"

"I really want to know!"

"Actually, I don't know what it is? As for whether it can succeed, I haven't tried yet? " Zifeng felt the slight fluctuation on the painting axis and said calmly.

"What? Brother, don't you know what you're doing? You're picking flowers now. You can't mess around. If you're finished, we really don't even have any hope? " Lu Shuguang cried strangely. Just now, several people thought carefully. Maybe they could be lucky to see LAN Xian because of Zifeng.

As soon as the voice fell, a sigh of admiration came over, "what a picture of mountains and streams waiting to cross. It's ethereal and hazy, with a long artistic conception. Young man, what's your name?" This is Dong Yuan's first sigh so far.

"My father is Lu You, who admires you very much," Lu Xu replied respectfully.

"Lu You, good, good. The younger generation can be feared, the younger generation can be feared, ha ha." Smiled and patted Lu Xu on the shoulder. Dong Yuan continued to walk towards the back.

Zifeng unfortunately sat in the place closest to the curtain. In other words, it was the last one. When Dong Yuan stood in front of him and opened Zifeng's scroll, everyone stretched their necks and wanted to see what was going on. Didn't they want it to be empty?

Stroking his gray beard, Dong Yuan smiled and joked, "does the boy want to leave the whole pair of white space?"

At this question, the scene also began to make noise, "what's this? I can draw, take a brush without ink, scratch, and fool who?"

However, just as Dong Yuan was about to leave, "Mr. Dong, wait a minute!" When he said that his mental strength overflowed, the painting axis also floated into the air. "The old man might as well input a yuan force to try, just like a talisman."

Like a rune? It's interesting. I've never seen anyone draw. I still need Yuanli to say.

But looking at the young man's sincere eyes, Dong Yuan still tried to input a yuan force into the blank picture in front of him

Yuan Li soon disappeared into the painting. Only after half a ring, the painting was still empty without any change. The sound of contempt around him rose, and Zifeng's face was full of doubt.

"Look!" I don't know who exclaimed.

However, the picture is like a layer of ripples on the calm lake, and then a lifelike picture is presented in the line of sight: mountains overlap, scattered, rivers outside the mountain, the sky is wide, misty water is vast, looking from far to near, trees with staggered branches, and jagged rocks.

Even more amazing. The painting is not static, but flowing. Although the river, smoke, birds and swimming fish have no ink, the light yellow yuan force plays the role of ink.

The needles can be heard in the whole hall. Anyone who has seen the pictures on the picture scroll will flow by himself. In addition to exclamation, his eyes focused on the figure in the scene again.

The blue fiber behind him saw the changes in the field through the thin curtain in front of him. He almost wanted to open the curtain and look at it carefully. Only because the picture on the picture scroll was getting darker and darker, and the lines were getting blurred.

Although some people forcibly instill yuan force into it, a trend is still taking shape. No matter how to make up for it, it is useless.

It seems that the picture in front of you is just a dream in front of you. It's a flash in the pan until the picture in front of you is empty again and everything returns to its original state.

"Pa pa" I don't know who took the lead in clapping, and the whole hall suddenly cheered.

"I was so clumsy that I almost missed my masterpiece. Wu Daozi painted landscapes with a pen but no ink. You know the true meaning of it! " This must be Dong Yuan's highest evaluation. Comparing Zifeng's painting with Wu Daozi, the God of painting.

On one side, Lu Xu's face became more iron blue.