"Wow, boy, why are you talking to your son-in-law?"
"Whose dog this is, I don't care. It talks nonsense without looking at the situation." Xia Chuan also said calmly.
"Don't make any noise while painting."
Wang Ruoxian frowned slightly. Creation requires inspiration and energy and cannot be disturbed.
Everyone calmed down their anger and began to focus on painting.
Seeing the monks around them frowning, holding their breath and concentrating, Li Xiaobai and Er Gouzi stared at the pen and paper in their hands, not knowing what to draw.
"Er Gouzi, does your bloodline include painting?" Li Xiaobai said in a low voice.
"Sir Ergouzi, a supreme being who has devoted his whole life to benefiting mankind, how can he spend his time on such a plaything?" Ergouzi rolled his eyes and expressed disdain.
Li Xiaobai was speechless, then why did you pretend to be so stupid just now? You even asked for a pair of calligraphy.
All of a sudden, it was my own face that I lost.
A strange phenomenon appeared on Xia Jian's seat beside him, circles of white light flashed, and a large picture scroll unfolded in the void.
In the void, there is a thatched cottage, a candlestick, and a candle, exuding a simple and profound atmosphere.
A young man in white clothes held a scripture in his hand and frowned, as if he was reciting something. After a long time, he put down the scroll in his hand and sighed.
"Vision, it is said that it can only be triggered when the state of mind reaches a certain level. This is the first time it has happened."
"This is...a deviant picture!"
"This vision is just a glimpse of the life of Immortal Zhenyuan. In the early years, it was rumored that Immortal Zhenyuan had doubts about the records in the scriptures, disagreed with the teachings of saints, and took a path that went against Confucianism. Young Master Xia was actually able to understand it.
Such an artistic conception is truly a gift from heaven!”
"It's a pity that it's just a corner of the picture of heresy. If I could understand the complete heresy, I'm afraid it would be a blessing for me in the Northern Territory!"
Xia Jian kept moving his hands, sketching stroke by stroke, and the vision above his head gradually blurred, turning into an ancient breath and blending into his body, pushing his energy and spirit to the peak in an instant.
A stroke of ink turned into a trace of the avenue and was engraved in the void. Even if they did not use their cultivation, many monks present still felt that their chests were breathless.
He is worthy of being a monk who has inherited the Zhenyuan Kingdom. At such an age, he is already capable of great power, and his potential is limitless.
Before everyone could regain their senses, there was another burst of brilliance in the void. A woman wrapped in white was lying on the desk. In front of her was a dotted chess board. However, there were no chess pieces on the board, but creatures of various shapes.
"This is a Theravada vision!"
"The stars are spread out in a chessboard, and all things in the world are used as a chessboard. How courageous this must be!"
"I didn't expect that the Wang family fairy also understood the vision. With such a talent, she can be called a monster!"
The monks are a little crazy. Once the vision comes out, it is no longer a painting, but a competition of their own mental states. The display of the vision can most intuitively feel the other's mind and cultivation. For onlookers, this is a competition.
Silent preaching.
If you can learn something from it, the benefits will be endless.
Li Xiaobai's heart was clouded and he couldn't understand the operations of these people at all.
Just paint, just paint. What do you want to do by making it so fancy? Can you create a vision to help you paint or what?
Half an hour came in the blink of an eye. Li Xiaobai stopped writing and looked at the little broken dog on the side. It was a full painting of a dog climbing a landscape, with a few crooked lines. The picture looked terrible.
"Xia is not talented and has made a fool of himself!"
Xia Jian shook the scroll in his hand, and a picture of pilgrimage appeared in front of people.
In the center of the picture, the man in white is holding a scripture in his hand, and all the people around him are coming to pay homage. Although he is a scholar, he has the power to look down on all the creatures in the world.
The strong will is directed at everyone through the paper.
The theme of the painting is a gathering, but the painting is a pilgrimage. This Xia Jian seems to pretend to be a saint, and is a bit arrogant, but he also has the capital. Everyone has seen the vision just now, and they don't think there is anything wrong with it.
"Young Master Xia's artistic conception is high and elegant. We are obsessed with appearance, but Young Master Xia directly explained the core of this gathering. We are gathered here to seek knowledge and vision. Young Master Xia said with
As a spiritual guide, scholars really agree with and admire him.”
"Yes, the will in this painting has been separated from the paper. If the character is not cultivated enough, it may be hurt by it. This painting has the same meaning as the painting of Chaos Chunqiu by the great Immortal Zhenyuan in the past!"
Some supporters of the Xia family were the first to comment, directly praising Xia Jian to the sky.
It is said that Zhenyuan Immortal can mess up the Spring and Autumn Period with one stroke, fill the sea with a drop of ink, has a firm will in Taoism, and can kill people with his eyes alone.
Li Xiaobai was dumbfounded when he heard this. It was obvious that he just wanted to show off, but the person commenting on it was also a talented person. He just found out the philosophy of life from this outrageous picture.
Looking at the other monks, they were all deep in thought, and some of them nodded frequently, actually quite approving of these remarks.
"My daughter admires Mr. Xia's paintings for their deep brushstrokes and skillful techniques. I dare to ask Mr. Xia to taste them."
Wang Ruoxian also shook the scroll in his hand, and wisps of mist filled the air. You could faintly hear the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the scroll. This was a realistic painting.
On it, the more than a hundred people present at the party were perfectly reproduced. Whether it was clothing, facial expressions or postures, they all fit perfectly. Even Ergouzi was painted in.
Such keen insight is terrifying. The most rare thing is that in just half an hour, he can observe the charm of everyone present.
He is worthy of being a disciple of the Hinayana Sect.
"The Wang family fairy is so terrifying!"
"With such insight, you are worthy of a woman who can comprehend the vast array of stars!"
"It looks like painting, but it's actually showing your cultivation to us!"
The crowd exclaimed again, and Wang Ruoxian covered his face and chuckled: "It's ridiculous, it's not worth showing off."
"I wonder if Boss Ye's masterpiece is ready?"
Xia Liu asked angrily from the side. He could see clearly just now that Li Xiaobai was scratching his head and scratching his head. It was clear that he knew nothing about painting.
"Wow, you weaklings, come quickly and admire your master Ergouzi's masterpiece!"
Er Gouzi unfolded the drawing paper, and a simplified version of a picture of a flying chicken and a jumping dog appeared in front of everyone. The twisted lines looked a bit childish.
"I didn't expect Boss Ye's dog to have such a personality. It's rare for a spiritual animal to paint."
"The Hinayana Sect has a sky-swallowing python. It has been cultivated in the Nascent Soul stage, has great spiritual wisdom, and can speak human words. However, it has always been rebellious and hates human beings. Compared with Boss Ye's dog, it is so well-behaved.
It’s much inferior.”
"Wow, you are the dog, your whole family is a dog, and your son-in-law is the supreme being!"
Ergouzi's face was full of evil. Although he couldn't tell what breed he was, he would never admit that he was a dog. This was a matter of dignity.
Li Xiaobai covered its mouth. This broken dog was so embarrassing, and it sounded terrible when he spoke.
"Okay, I have a feeling today. I took a different approach and finally made a good painting. I just don't know if there are any real young talents here who know how to appreciate it."