Chapter 119 Yunjuan Yunshu, the birth of the spirit monkey
Outside the thirteenth floor, there is a towering mountain of books, reaching straight to the top of the sky.
But Shushan is not the most attractive.
What is really attractive is the clouds that surround the mountain of books, layer after layer, like dreams and illusions, misty and elusive.
Gu Changsheng sat in front of his desk, watching the clouds rolling in and out of the window.
Between each flowing cloud, there are scenes of images, like auspicious light, flowing and passing by.
In the glimpse of the auspicious light, there are great Confucians who live high in temples and petition for the people, and there are scholars who are willing to stay in their thatched cottages, but have the country in mind.
But more of them are scriptures, strategies, poems, music, chess scores, and picture scrolls.
When Gu Changsheng's eyes focused.
These scriptures and strategies will also stop flowing and become clear, and they will have the sound of Taoism, coming from the mountains, directly resounding in Gu Changsheng's mind.
And under the blessing of this sound, and under the guidance of these famous scriptures in my eyes.
The vitality flowing between Gu Changsheng and heaven and earth also had some kind of unique resonance.
Under normal circumstances, she should be like a shy girl, shy and quiet, living in a boudoir, easily unable to even see Gu Changsheng, a foreigner.
But it seemed as if I had finally received my parents' orders, and it was finally time for the wedding ceremony.
But as if he didn't care about his life, he used all his strength towards Gu Changsheng's body, and rushed towards the Wen Gong Lingtai in Gu Changsheng's chest.
Even though Gu Changsheng was mentally prepared for the massive signs of energy being washed away, he couldn't help but be startled!
And if that's all, that's it.
The key is.
At the same time as this mighty vitality washed down.
In Gu Changsheng's chest, the talent that was already full in his chest and filled his heart was actually vaguely showing signs of going further and condensing more literary talent!
"If you practice here, if you practice Yuanli, one day will be worth a hundred days in the outside world!"
"As for the concentration of talents, the efficiency is almost as good as one day is worth fifty days!"
However, Gu Changsheng's current talent has filled his heart. Even if the efficiency of talent gathering is far greater than that of the outside world, it still cannot enter his body, and it is just a waste!
"There can be no further delay!"
Gu Changsheng took a deep breath, resolutely retracted his gaze, stopped drawing energy from the outside, and suddenly raised his hand, taking out a scroll from the pocket on his waist!
Blank rice paper was spread out, and the small room on the top floor had prepared pen and ink, and even empty scrolls and rice paper. It made Gu Changsheng regret bringing his own scroll. After all, although he didn't need to bring a scroll with him when he went upstairs.
Mountain projection competition.
But climbing up to the thirteenth floor was not an easy task after all. If he had known that there were all pens, inks, paper and inkstones here, why would he bother like this?
However, now is not the time to worry about this.
Positioning the inkstone at hand, Gu Changsheng held a piece of cloud ink and began to grind it patiently.
It is different from the impatience with which I unfolded the scroll before.
After starting to polish the ink, Gu Changsheng's expression gradually began to calm down, and the distracting thoughts in his mind also began to calm down bit by bit.
It wasn't until the inkstone was filled with ink that Gu Changsheng finally stopped, and his mind turned slightly. The white wolf hair he had won from the Yunchang Singers in Xuanling Academy appeared in his hand, and he dipped it in a little.
The ink fell on the blank scroll in front of me.
The strokes of the brush are freely smeared, with three points of two plum blossoms and seven or eighty-nine pieces of auspicious snow.
Make sure there is no problem with the ink, and the white wolf hair is easy to use, and more importantly.
Along the way, I have sacrificed the projection of so many masterpieces and scrolls, and absorbed so many painting techniques from famous painters of the previous generation. I have indeed integrated those techniques, rather than just adding a lot of clutter.
memory.
After confirming these.
Gu Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, put away the scroll of plum blossoms he had made at random, and with his thoughts flowing again, he directly called the God Sacrifice Painting Palace.
This time.
To a certain extent, it can be said that I have been waiting for a long time. At this moment, it seems that I am already a little impatient.
He jumped out of the spiritual platform, taking care of his own immortality, and came directly to the table.
Expand the scroll.
On the rice paper is a strange stone standing on the top of a sacred mountain.
The second natal painting·Huaguoshan Strange Stone Scroll.
Gu Changsheng took a deep breath and thought about the protagonist of his natal painting, and his deeds that still make his heart surge when he thinks about them even now.
There was also an unconcealable expectation and excitement in his eyes.
No hesitation.
Gu Changsheng directly picked up the pen and swung it. The talent in his chest and the ink in front of him gathered together, condensed on the tip of the pen, and a stroke fell on the blank next to the first scroll!
then.
"boom!"
In the dark!
Gu Changsheng himself seemed to have heard the sound of thunder!
That was the sound of the spiritual stone shattering, and that was the sound of the monkey head standing tall on the sky and the earth being born!
…
On the roof of Nankang Tower, Gu Changsheng picked up his pen and began to draw the second volume of the natal chart.
And at the same time.
In Nankang Academy.
Be it Pan Wenzhuo or more literati and Confucian cultivators.
At this moment, looking at the thirteenth floor of Nankang lit up with silver light, everyone just feels a little disillusioned with life.
Especially Pan Wenzhuo.
If we say that when Gu Changsheng climbed to the ninth floor of Nankang Tower before, he still felt jealous and resentful towards Gu Changsheng, feeling dissatisfied and angry that the world was unfair and the court was unfair.
If he was given equal treatment as Gu Changsheng, he would not necessarily lose to the other party and the thought would still remain in his mind.
So, at this moment, look at the divine light that lights up on the thirteenth floor.
Pan Wenzhuo was completely stunned. He just stood there blankly, looking at the glow of the thirteenth floor, unable to say a word.
There is a kind of opponent, just like this.
He doesn't need to take action, he just stands there, standing quietly, so that you can't think of any competition.
Pan Wenzhuo thought he was such a person.
But at this moment, looking at the light shining on the thirteenth floor.
He finally realized how ridiculous and shallow his previous thoughts were!
In front of Nankang Tower.
"Junior brother... what kind of monster is he? His appearance as a half-saint is nothing more than that!"
Look at the silver glow lighting up on the thirteenth floor.
Jiang Xue's mouth was wide open, but where was the demeanor and demeanor of the academy's senior brother?
However, next to him, the contemporary head of Nankang Academy did not perform any better than Jiang Xue.
However, when Jiang Xue finally mentioned the appearance of a semi-saint.
Changsun Sheng's face could not help but show a hint of pride.
after all.
From the very beginning, he felt that Gu Changsheng was the kind of unrivaled talent who would never have the chance to change his path to the fifth level of painting!
And now it seems.
My guess was really not wrong!
"but……"
At this moment, Jiang Xue seemed to have thought of something, and her expression suddenly became a little weird!