"Strange..." On the top of the mountain, Zhou Huayang, now in front of Shenyuan Teng, frowned and held his chin in thought.
In front of me, the Shenyuan vine parasitic on the golden nanmu is as black as charcoal, with a texture of gold and iron. It coils into a dragon, soars into the sky and reaches to the ground of the Western Mountain.
Like a dragon pillar soaring into the sky, overlooking the huge Western Mountains
After a month of watering, the changes were silent. It was not until today that Zhou Huayang discovered the changes in the Shenyuan Vine.
It no longer absorbs divine energy, its color becomes brighter and brighter, and a strong vitality surges in it, as if it is gestating life.
Zhou Huayang could even vaguely hear the mysterious and long heartbeat echoing from the Shenyuan Vine Dragon Pillar, and felt its sometimes dead silence and sometimes lively and cheerful mood.
This is what Zhou Huayang feels strange. Could it be that this Shenyuan Vine is about to become a spirit?
The only thing he could do was check it inside and out, but he couldn't pinpoint the source of the heartbeat and emotion, so there was no way to explore it.
As for the branches of the Shenyuan Vine, their strange toughness and defensive properties have made Zhou Huayang more and more interested, and he plans to weave them into inner armor and study them in detail.
Without Mo Xuejian's help, he touched the Shenyuan Vine with his hand, and as his mind turned, pieces of vine fell off the dragon pillar.
Strangely, it seemed that the Shenyuan Vine obeyed the command and fell off automatically. The sections shrank and squirmed, and in an instant there were no traces.
Zhou Huayang leisurely packed hundreds of rattan canes of the same length and size and put them into the storage ring.
From the direction of the sea of lunar flowers, there was movement.
A cute little wild boar and a crystal-clear colorful cabbage insect the same size as it were floating in the air, floating steadily towards us.
Astonishingly, it was Pang Dun'er who used his spiritual power to control the air while carrying the insect baby over.
During this time flocks of sparrows tried to surround them.
Pang Dun'er didn't want to hurt them, but it seemed that it was the first time for these little birds to see such a big "rookie insect". They had the intention of eating the insect babies, so they rushed up.
The insect baby angrily spits out a large amount of translucent crystal-like silk threads, sweeping them over like a big net.
Fatty'er was more direct. The surging mental power spread, and the birds panicked and dispersed. This indirectly caused the crystal mesh to fly away, and most of the birds fled.
Fatty'er snorted irritably.
Look how dare you bite us!
The two little ones landed on the ground, and the fat ones rushed towards Zhou Huayang.
"You guys, I told you not to fly around, as you might easily cause panic in the village.
"In the past few days, people have been talking about seeing a fat bird that looked like a black pig floating in the sky."
Zhou Huayang asked him to lift the little fat pig.
"Hum!
"
I paid attention, no one saw me.
Fatty answered confidently.
"Then why are you taking the insect baby up the mountain?
I’m going down the mountain now.”
Zhou Huayang held up the insect baby with one hand.
This seven-colored Gu mother, as clear as jade, rubbed Zhou Huayang's fingers affectionately, trying her best to please her.
"Rustling~" the insect baby told a piece of good news.
"Colorful insect crystals?"
Zhou Huayang was immediately happy. This little guy had just condensed precious colorful insect crystals.
The insect baby raised its head and spit out a small crystal stone surrounded by a faint colored light.
It contains seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, which are extremely beautiful.
It was even better than the best imperial green jade he had ever seen.
In fact, the price of this colorful insect crystal is far higher than that of the best imperial green, which is enough to improve the quality of the mysterious Mo Xue Sword.
Over time, if there are enough colorful insect crystals, Mo Xuejian can be promoted to the peak of the mysterious weapon.
Zhou Huayang solemnly put away the colorful insect crystals and took them down the mountain.
Say hello to the villagers along the way.
Back in his courtyard, Zhou Huayang's cell phone rang.
It is Ye Xuan who is heading to the East China Sea.
"Huayang, the matter regarding Alice and the others' registration has been resolved.
"President Li Jun arranged for them to join the Calligraphy Association of Southern Province.
"As for Fatty, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we all agreed that we should give him a fake identity..."
Ye Xuan told him the reason on the phone.
"Okay, you can do whatever you want. If it really doesn't work, it doesn't matter if you don't participate."
Zhou Huayang replied calmly.
But before he finished speaking, someone on the phone interrupted with a startled voice: "Pang Dun'er must participate! Otherwise, the holy grail of books will be eclipsed this time!"
Zhou Huayang was surprised as to who this person was, who spoke so highly of Pang Dun'er's playful work.
"The person who just spoke is our Chinese calligraphy master, Mr. Shen Qingshen."
"Ye Xuan is a little embarrassed.
Shen Qing reacted and apologized hastily: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, I'm offended.
But Pang Dun'er's works as well as Alice's and Luo Xiner's works alone shocked the domestic calligraphy circle.
"Let the younger generation admire you and be ashamed, so that you can learn your shame and become brave!"
"..."
Shen Qing calmed down and talked eloquently, emphasizing the importance of Fatty.
Zhou Huayang secretly laughed, what would be the reaction of these people if they saw his work?
The two parties chatted on the phone for a while.
At this time, Ye Xuan and his party were rushing to the airport, arriving in Beijing tonight, and put the three works into the competition exhibition hall overnight.
…
Nine p.m.
There are already people waiting at the airport exit.
Shangjing Modern Calligraphy and Painting Art Museum is a public welfare exhibition hall jointly organized by the General Association of Calligraphy and Painting and business leaders. It mainly features contemporary and modern calligraphy and painting works, with a few cultural relics.
This is also the venue for the Holy Grail of Books.
The director of the Painting and Calligraphy Art Museum personally welcomed him.
He solemnly led Shen Qing and others to the art museum.
"What kind of entry is it that makes Mr. Shen take it so seriously that he actually sends it in person?"
Gao Congwen, director of the art museum, has many thoughts on his mind.
"Could it be that he is a relative or descendant of his?
No, if that's the case, Mr. Shen won't make such a move. If he delivers it in person, it will easily attract criticism."
In the exhibition hall, hundreds of entries have already been listed
Two-thirds are works by elites from various provincial calligraphy associations, and the remaining one-third are from folk calligraphy masters. After layers of screening, they are finally listed here.
Their level is self-evident, representing the middle and upper level of China, and there are many masters wearing vests to compete.
Shen Qing opened the box himself, and Li Jun and others stood solemnly.
Gao Congwen looked at the three stunning masterpieces in shock, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
"Mr. Shen, these three works..." Gao Congwen paused and exclaimed: "It's too bullying!"
As the curator, he has read many entries in private and has already made his own appreciation judgment.
There were maybe seven or eight works, and he couldn't tell the difference.
But as soon as these three paintings appeared, they immediately eclipsed the rest of the works in the museum.
Even if it is the winner of the Holy Grail of Books in previous years, in Gao Congwen's view, he has to bow down to the three works in front of him.
He subconsciously thought that it was because those masters had made breakthroughs in their skills and were eager to show off, so they came to write the Holy Grail to cause trouble, right?
Shen Qing grinned, feeling a little emotional.
“From a level perspective, it is indeed too bullying.
"But in terms of age, these three young authors are our grandchildren!"