Practicing martial arts is divided into entry level, minor level, dacheng level and perfect level.
Alchemy is divided into four levels: elixir formation, fullness, roundness, and elixir pattern.
Liu Wuxie participated in the elixir discussion conference for Danbao Pavilion in the secular world and refined the elixir pattern.
After entering the world of cultivation, few people knew about his alchemy skills. Before leaving Tianbao Sect, he defeated Huang Tao of Baodan Peak, but it was not him who took action, but his disciple Bi Gongyu.
The art of painting is also divided into four levels: Nengpin, Miaopin, Shenpin and Yipin.
Ordinary paintings, called Noh-ho, are well-proportioned and can reach the Noh-ho level without making too many mistakes.
Those who can cross the first stage and draw wonderful paintings are no longer ordinary people, but masters.
I often hear that a certain master has a wonderful brushwork, and the works he draws can be said to be full of wit and fun, and are extremely wonderful. These are all descriptions of wonderful works.
Not many Ninghai cities have reached this level.
Looking at the entire Southern Region, if you can draw wonderful works, you are definitely a painter of the first generation.
As for divine products, they are even rarer.
Their works can no longer be described by form, but by expression.
Each painting is a vivid work, with a strong charm in the painting, not just the sense of the picture, but the entire level.
Once you take a look, you can be drawn into the painting. This is the painting environment.
There is only one person in a million who can comprehend the realm of painting. Even Hua Chenye is still far behind Qiu Baihao in terms of painting.
The painting is indescribably wonderful, but it is real.
Once upon a time, someone painted a painting, and the people who looked at the painting actually stood in front of the painting for a whole year.
He woke up a year later and told others that he entered the world in the painting, lived there for a year, and built a hut with his own hands.
Countless people flocked to it, and later they discovered that a thatched house actually appeared in the painting, exactly as the person who viewed the painting said.
At that time, the author did not depict this thatched house at all. There was only one possibility: the viewer entered into the painting.
As for the exquisite items, they are only limited to legends and no one has actually seen them.
I heard that the person who could paint this painting was a painter in the entire Southern Region who did it thousands of years ago.
The painting was a interpretation of his own world, and the painter himself entered the painting world and never came out again.
A generation of painters disappeared.
As for whether that painting still exists in this world, it has long been unknown.
Qiu Baihao's painting skills are of the highest quality, no wonder Yin Jingwu did not hesitate to take advantage of him.
As long as Qiu Baihao beats Liu Wuxie, even if he can't win back Yu Ruyi, he can still slap Liu Wuxie hard and let him know how powerful the Qinghong Sect is.
No one was optimistic about Liu Wuxie at this level, including Murong Yi.
Because Murong Yi knew Qiu Baihao's painting skills very well.
They had sparred once before, and they were evenly matched.
No one expected that Liu Wuxie actually agreed.
This answer made everyone feel unbelievable.
Yin Jingwu had nothing good to offer, so he could only look at Qiu Baihao.
"I'll bet this Yuanyang Stone on the long sword you're carrying!"
Qiu Baihao was not very interested in the ancient spiritual bamboo shoots. He was interested in the ancient long sword cut by Liu Wuxie.
That's a real half-day weapon.
Although the law was severely damaged, the materials inside were intact, making it very suitable for making components.
With Qiu Baihao's qualifications, it is only a matter of time to break through to the Transformation Infant Realm, and it is imperative to create Yuanqi.
"good!"
Liu Wuxie agreed and fixed his gaze on the Yuanyang Stone.
Yuanyang stone is also a kind of spiritual stone, which contains extremely strong Yuanyang energy.
Especially for male monks, after absorbing it, it increases the vitality of Yang, which is of great benefit to the body.
Most importantly, the energy of Yuanyang can nourish Liu Wuxie's wild world.
It was lifeless and lacked the power of pure Yang. This Yuanyang Stone came just in time.
The two sides signed a declaration of war.
Everyone's appetite was once again aroused, and this time the fighting was even more suspenseful, as to whether Liu Wuxie could create another miracle.
Everyone is looking forward to it.
Even if you can't create a miracle, I hope you won't lose too badly.
Many monks who originally wanted to participate in the painting put down their pens and gathered around to witness Qiu Baihao painting with their own eyes.
Except for a few people, 90% of the people present gave up.
It is an honor to be able to witness the birth of a divine product. Anyway, their painting skills are very average. Whether they paint or not, it doesn't mean much.
Yin Jingwu personally polished it for Qiu Baihao.
Putting the two tables together and unfolding the rice paper, Qiu Baihao released a faint charm.
"Painting Rhythm!"
There were exclamations of surprise from all around, and they were shocked by the aura released from Qiu Baihao's body.
Liu Wuxie, on the other hand, was still sitting there without making any movement.
This puzzles many people.
Painting is not poetry. It takes a long time. Do you plan to sit down like this forever?
Murong Yi's eyes fell on Liu Wuxie's face, and she found that there was no movement on his face. He didn't even pay attention to this fight.
This made her more and more curious about Liu Wuxie.
Qiu Baihao put down his first stroke, and patterns of paintings poured out all around and fell on the rice paper.
then!
One stroke after another, the surroundings gradually became quiet so as not to disturb their painting.
Everyone held their breath as they watched the drawn line drawings appear on the rice paper.
Qiu Baihao was completely silent in his own world, and every line of painting was like an elf, constantly jumping on the painting paper.
The people around him covered their mouths to avoid making any noise that would scare the elves created by these patterns.
"Miss, Qiu Baihao's painting skills have improved a lot. This is not a good time for Young Master Liu!"
Miss Yan came over, stood behind Murong Yi, and whispered.
Murong Yi also frowned slightly, secretly worried for Liu Wuxie.
Time passed by minute by minute, and half an hour passed before he knew it. Qiu Baihao's picture of mountains and rivers was almost at the end.
He had drawn this picture of mountains and rivers tens of thousands of times, and he could almost draw it with his eyes closed.
Coupled with this extraordinary performance, every line is vivid and lifelike, which can be said to be the best among divine products.
"He is worthy of being one of the four great talents in Ninghai City. With his painting skills, he has great hope of breaking through the shackles of the divine grade and stepping into the elite level."
Many people cheered quietly, stunned by Qiu Baihao's smooth technique.
At the end of the painting, use both hands to draw together, one hand holding a thick pen and the other a small pen, mainly to outline the thick lines.
An hour later, a majestic picture of mountains and rivers appeared in front of everyone.
Mountains, flowing water, trees, waterfalls, and a large number of mysterious beasts shuttle through the dense forest.
"Look at these mysterious beasts, not one of them is the same, and their expressions and demeanor are very lifelike."
The moment I put down the pen, the surroundings exploded, and I was stunned by this painting.
"What a great painting! What a great painting!"
Countless voices of praise came from all around.
Even Murong Yi's eyes showed a trace of appreciation.
With this painting skill, even she would have a hard time surpassing Qiu Baihao tonight.
"And these trees, each leaf is actually different. How did he do it?"
Even several disciples from Xiexin Palace and Tianluo Valley were generous in sending compliments.
"I thought I heard the sound of a waterfall!"
A disciple of the Qinghong Sect, standing in front of this picture of mountains and rivers, seemed to hear the sound of a waterfall.
Of course this is false, an auditory hallucination.
If you really hear the sound of the waterfall, it's close to a masterpiece.
Obviously, Qiu Baihao still has a long way to go before he can achieve excellence, and he has not even reached the level of painting yet.
Only by entering the painting realm first can one understand the final artistic conception.
"Liu Wuxie has basically no chance of winning this level, unless he can draw something special."
Many people said secretly.
This painting alone made even Bai Zhi shake his head. Hua Chenye did not paint this scene and chose to give up.
"Liu Wuxie, Senior Brother Qiu has finished, it's your turn."
Yin Jingwu looked at Liu Wuxie, and only then did everyone remember that the fight between them was not over yet.
I was attracted by this picture of mountains and rivers just now and forgot where I was.
An hour passed, and Liu Wuxie kept sitting there with no intention of writing.
This left many people confused as to whether Liu Wuxie had given up on painting.
"Brother Liu, are you okay?"
Shui Huan walked over with a look of concern on his face.
"I'm fine!"
Liu Wuxie retracted her gaze and smiled at Shui Huan.
He had been practicing silently just now and didn't take this kind of fighting painting seriously.
"It's okay. Brother Liu is planning to paint something."
Shui Huan still believed in Liu Wuxie. Since he agreed to fight the painting, he must have some hidden tricks.
"A door!"
Liu Wuxie suddenly said three words.
"Hahaha……"
There was a burst of laughter from all around. Liu Wuxie actually only drew one door. Is there something wrong with his head?
Shui Huan looked confused when he heard that Liu Wuxie was painting a door.
"Brother Liu, are you sure you only want to draw one door?"
Shui Huan still asked uncertainly.
Qiu Baihao drew a picture of mountains and rivers, which was so realistic that even he secretly admired it. Liu Wuxie wanted to beat him unless he drew a higher picture of mountains and rivers.
No matter in terms of quality or quantity of trees and mysterious beasts, you can crush your opponents.
How can one win this battle with just one door?
"Sure, I'll draw a door!"
Liu Wuxie had a look of determination on his face. He didn't like lying and he wouldn't tell lies.
"What do you need me to do!"
Now that Liu Wuxie has decided, Shui Huan can't say anything else.
Qiu Baihao had a lot of people helping him over there, but Liu Wuxie was the only one here, hoping that he could do his best.
"Grind it for me!"
Liu Wuxie asked Shui Huan to grind it for him.
Only the faint sound of grinding echoed on the boat.
"Liu Wuxie, don't waste your time, you will definitely lose this level."
The Qinghong Sect disciples began to shout, asking Liu Wuxie to give up immediately.
Murong Yi looked worried. If Liu Wuxie loses this level, the Qinghong Sect will definitely launch a crazy attack on him. Whether he can withstand it is still unknown.
"Miss, do you know his intention?"
Miss Yan also looked worried. She also wanted to know what kind of door Liu Wuxie painted.
"Keep watching!"
Murong Yi took a step forward and stood by the fence on the second floor, her beautiful eyes falling on Liu Wuxie's body.
Shui Huan placed the inkstone in front of Liu Wuxie and laid out the rice paper.
Liu Wuxie picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and gently sketched an image of a portal on the rice paper.
"He...he really just painted a door."
Everyone was shocked, Liu Wuxie did not lie.
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