The scroll slowly unfolded, and an awe-inspiring aura emerged from it.
I saw a phantom of a saint in Confucian robes walking out of the scroll, with bright eyes and an air of righteousness.
As soon as the phantom of Literary Saint appeared, the surrounding area was immediately shrouded in white light.
"As long as you stick to one stick of incense for this painting of mine!" the guest in the pool said solemnly.
He was already convinced that Lu Yu was a ghost cultivator.
The literary saints of Confucianism and Taoism are deadly to ghost cultivators.
Many ghost cultivators may be wiped out if they come into contact with the magic weapon of the Literary Saint. Therefore, ghost cultivators and Confucian cultivators have always been at odds with each other.
Chu Yuruo couldn't help but said: "Senior, you have already taken out a painting before. According to the rules, as long as Wang Chen can look at a stick of incense, he will pass. If you take out a new painting like this, isn't it right?
I broke the rules you set!"
Previously, the guest in the pool only said that it would be enough to observe the painting and burn an incense stick, but did not say what method to use.
Lu Yu's destruction of the scroll was not considered a violation of the rules.
The guest in the pool sneered: "In my Qujiang Pool, I am the rule!"
Chu Yuruo still wanted to argue, but Lu Yu suddenly stopped him.
"You should have observed Wen Sheng from a distance before, so this painting is quite good." Lu Yu looked at the painting in front of him.
The guest in the pool said in a deep voice: "It will take a stick of incense to look at this painting."
If you are a ghost cultivator, if you look at the portrait of the literary saint for just one stick of incense, you will probably be completely wiped out.
Lu Yu saw Chi Zhongke's thoughts and smiled lightly: "I just praised you a few times. In my opinion, your painting is still superficial and clumsy."
What!
Chi Zhongke said angrily: "You don't know anything, what do you know!"
People who have attended the Qujiang Banquet have always been unable to decipher Chi Zhongke's paintings, so he is also arrogant about it.
Only Lu Yu, who had just arrived, actually reprimanded the guest in the pool, which he couldn't bear at all.
"The reason why the Literary Sage is so powerful is not because of his tall image, but because of his inner erudition. After years of accumulation, the cultural energy in his chest bursts out, he drinks his breath and turns it into a sword, and he pronounces words to kill people."
Lu Yu said lightly: "In order to show respect for the literary sages, ordinary people deliberately enlarge their images. In fact, many literary sages are just like ordinary people. They may have missing limbs, and some even have ugly faces, but the only thing that remains unchanged is that
It’s their awe-inspiring spirit.”
"Because of the aura of awe-inspiring people, even if they look terrible, some people will still respect and admire them. But yours is just a perfect portrait, without a trace of elegance."
Lu Yu looked directly at the literary sage in the portrait and said in a deep voice: "Flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are nothing but their appearance."
This sentence, every word, seems to cause some kind of power between heaven and earth to vibrate.
Lu Yu has mastered the laws of Confucianism and Taoism. He is the master of Confucianism and Taoism, and he is the same as a literary sage.
A false saint in a portrait meets the real saint.
I am ashamed of myself and have no face to blend in between heaven and earth.
Poof!
Fire appeared, and for a moment, the portrait began to burn out of thin air.
"How dare you burn my painting!" Chi Zhongke was furious and reached out to save the burning painting in the air.
However, the painting burned very quickly, and before he could save it, it fell directly into the hands of Chi Zhongke and turned into ashes.
In less than a stick of incense, the two paintings were destroyed in front of Lu Yu.
Chi Zhongke could no longer suppress the roar in his heart, and a tyrannical pressure swept directly across the entire pavilion.
"If you dare to destroy my painting, you won't be able to leave alive today."