The young scholar stopped the donkey, looked at them a few times, his expression was a bit playful and cynical, and said: "I plan to sneak in and see the owner of this place. Where do you plan to go, brother?"
Qin Mu smiled and said: "We plan to sneak in and see what happens. Since it is the same purpose, why not do it?"
The young scholar thought for a while and said to the donkey: "Lu Zheng, would you like to have two vat-bearing men by your side?"
The donkey turned his lips upward and said, "Hui."
The scholar smiled and said, "The carrot said yes, then we will go together."
"Top cylinder?"
Qin Mu was alert and said humbly and politely: "Brother, what is the difference between taking the blame and taking the blame?"
The young scholar smiled heartily: "There is no difference."
Qin Mu laughed loudly and looked towards the ancient battlefield ahead. This ancient battlefield was shrouded in a vast mist. Visible to the naked eye were scattered architectural ruins, towering city walls, tall palaces, tall archways and portals.
There are demigods' footprints on the ground. If you follow these footprints, you can find the Earth Mother Yuanjun.
Dragon Qilin and Shui Qilin walked forward and walked with the donkey. Shui Qilin glanced at the donkey and said contemptuously: "This little animal is so stupid. He just walked forward with a carrot hanging in front of him. He didn't even know that he was
You’ll never get to eat carrots.”
The donkey glanced at him with disdain.
Shui Qilin thought to himself: "I made a promise with the young Tubo. I can't eat Mr. Lan, but I can eat donkey! But Long Qilin's master is a bit tricky. He has a good conversation with the scholar. If I eat the donkey, he will probably eat it.
Make me dinner in a rage."
Qin Mu had been observing the young scholar, and the more he looked, the more suspicious he became. However, when his eyes fell on the scholar's chest, he could not see any bulging, so he was a little unsure.
The scholar noticed his gaze and said with a smile: "Lu Zheng, this young man has a dirty look on his face and looks at men's breasts."
Qin Mu's face turned red, and the donkey smiled and said: "Ang, ang -"
Qin Mu asked tentatively: "Sister...what do you call Xiongtai?"
The scholar smiled and said: "Why should we meet before? Qin Mu and Qin Fengqing, have I asked your name? I didn't ask you, why did you ask me?"
Qin Mu became even more suspicious and said, "You know my name, but I don't know yours. It's a bit unfair. How did you know that I am Qin Mu?"
"Qin Mu, the leader of the Tiansheng Cult, is suave and knowledgeable. Who doesn't know who doesn't?"
The scholar said: "Master Qin doesn't know about a little-known person like me."
Qin Mu couldn't find out his name, so he had to look at the donkey and said, "Why is this Brother Lu called Lu Zheng?"
The scholar said: "He is a donkey, his words are ugly, and he likes to argue with others, so he has the word "Cheng"."
Qin Mu's eyes flashed and he said: "I also know a cow, called Niu Sanduo, and a tiger, called Huzun."
The donkey turned his lips upward and said disdainfully: "Hui Hui."
Qin Mu had a dark face and thought to himself: "I don't understand this donkey talk. I haven't learned it before, so I don't know what he is talking about. However, the origins of this pair of master and servant are suspicious. Could they be scholars and heavenly masters?"
They walked into the misty ancient battlefield. The mist was full of sunlight, and the buildings here also showed their antiquity. The patterns on the buildings were very wonderful. Qin Mu asked Long Qilin to stop, and he looked at the patterns on the ruined walls, and then took out a pen and paper.
, trace and draw these textures.
The scholar looked at his painting and said with a smile: "Master Qin is really versatile and has great attainments in calligraphy and painting."
Qin Mu's face turned red, and he said humbly: "I don't dare to boast about my calligraphy and painting skills, but I am only second in the world. The best in the world is my deaf grandfather. His calligraphy and painting are divided into inner and outer worlds."
The scholar was surprised and praised: "His calligraphy and painting have reached the realm of creation in the void? And it can be divided into internal and external. It is indeed very accomplished. However, there is some moisture in his being the best in the world, and there is also some moisture in your being the second in the world."
Qin Mu smiled and said, "Then who is number one in the world?"
The scholar said: "I also have a lot of research on the art of calligraphy and painting. If you cultivate the art of calligraphy and painting to a high level, you can create things, and creation is the magical power of creation. I dare not say anything else. No one can surpass me in the magical power of creation.
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Qin Mu handed over the pen in his hand and said, "Dare you ask me to paint?"
The scholar shook his head and said, "I don't usually draw, I only draw when I need it."
Qin Mu looked up at the portal towering into the sky and said: "Another Nantian Gate... but it's a broken one! I'll draw a Nantian Gate!"
He raised the tip of his pen, and a large piece of paper stood upright in the air. Qin Mu flipped his palm, holding four pens in his left hand, and drew a circle with his right hand. The ink formed on its own and continued to rotate in the air.
Qin Mu drew with his brush, and countless details flowed from the tip of his brush and turned into the texture on the Nantian Gate.
Qin Mu's pen moved like flying, and the tip of the pen even penetrated deep into the paper, as if there was another universe, another heaven and earth inside. Although the Nantian Gate was drawn by him on the paper, there seemed to be a world and a vast space in the paper.
His pen turned into an artifact that created all things, constructing the infinite details of Nantianmen, and became more and more meticulous.
Later, four pens flew into the paper and painted on the paper. It was so mysterious that words cannot describe it.
After a long time, the Nantianmen painting was completed.
Qin Mu put away his pen and ink, picked up the painting from the air, shook it vigorously, and suddenly a Nantian Gate flew out of the painting and landed with a crash!
The Nantian Gate is thousands of feet high and majestic, showing the majesty of the ancient gods and heavens. It stands in this ancient battlefield and symbolizes the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor.
Qin Mu looked at the scholar and said with a smile: "How about my creation skills?"
The scholar praised him repeatedly and said: "You haven't entered the Tao yet, but you have such attainments. You can barely be the third in the world. If you can surpass your deaf grandfather, you can barely be the second. If you can abandon paper and pen, you are not limited to paper and pen."
, then you will be firmly in second place. You are still drawing at a certain level, and you are still far away from being first."
Qin Mu asked for advice: "Then what level is number one?"
"There are three levels in the way of painting. What you paint looks like something is the first level. What you paint is what it looks like. This is the second level."
The scholar said: "Don't draw but follow the Tao. Without ink, the world will come into being by itself. This is the third level."
While he was talking, the Nantian Gate painted by Qin Mu suddenly collapsed and turned into ink flowing down from the air.
"This is the first level. Whatever you paint looks like something, it won't last long."
The scholar said: "If you can paint what you want, make the Nantian Gate stand for a long time, and create things out of the void to make it real, then that is the second level."
Qin Mu felt admiration in his heart and said: "Grandpa Deaf never said this, probably because he has not thought about the third level of painting. Thank you for your advice, brother, I have learned from you!"
Shui Qilin saw this and said suspiciously to Long Qilin: "This scholar doesn't look like a scholar, but looks like a talkative magician. Your master was stunned for a while. If you had known he would be so easy to be fooled,
Why did I use force when I was deceived? I could trick your master into handing over his underwear and still be grateful to me!"
Long Qilin turned his upper lip and said disdainfully: "Hui Hui."
"Don't believe it, I am the first-class wise man of our Qilin Clan!"
Qin Mu and others continued to move forward, when suddenly the light of swords in front tore through the mist. The light of swords spread across the sky, split with a clang, and turned into countless lights of swords. They lined up neatly and slashed down in a strange formation of swords.
A roar came, and then a huge figure fell down in the mist.
The sword light in the sky suddenly retracted, fell behind a one-armed man in the mist, and was submerged into the scabbard.
Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat when he saw the flawless sword light: "This sword technique looks familiar..."
The one-armed figure was dressed in hunting clothes and walked towards the depths of the fog. Many figures followed him, entering the fog together and quickly disappearing.
"The one-armed magic sword, the number one magic sword in the outer heaven!"
The scholar's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "The Luoshen Sword of the Lingxiu Army of the Outer Territory Heavenly Court, it is said that when he was young, he once encountered the Overlord of the Emperor's era, and his arm was cut off by the Emperor's Overlord with incomparable magical swordsmanship. This Luoshen Sword learned from the pain.
He entered Taoism with the one-armed sword technique and practiced hard for tens of thousands of years. He once entered the Heavenly Court of God-Slaying Stage and fought against the God-Slaying Mysterious Sword undefeated. He is the well-deserved number one divine sword in Heaven! I didn’t expect him to come too! Those young men around him
, it should be the Lingxiu Army."
Yu Tianzun said excitedly: "The Emperor's Tyrant Body? So awesome! Brother Mu, you are also a Tyrant Body, and you are also very powerful!"
The scholar glanced at Qin Mu, shook his head and said: "The emperor's tyrant body cut off an arm of the Luo Shen Dao with one sword move. How amazing is it? Qin tyrant body is still far behind."
The corners of Qin Mu's eyes trembled, and he thought to himself: "The emperor's body that broke off his arm is right next to you, but I won't tell you. Luo Wushuang's magic sword is indeed powerful. It is countless times stronger than before. If you don't consider his cultivation level,
, I think it would be difficult to break his magic sword."
"But Luoshen Sword has a bad habit, that is, his disciples must lose an arm, otherwise they cannot learn his sword skills."
The scholar smiled and said: "That's why the young men from Heaven in the Lingxiu Army often cut off one of their arms."
Qin Mu thought of Zhe Huali and thought: "Zhe Huali almost broke his arm, but under my pressure he still stepped out of Luo Wushuang's shadow and created his own way of swordsmanship! Luo Wushuang appeared and heard that he
He has friendship with Furila. I wonder if he went to see Furila? If he went to see Furila, I am afraid Furila has rebelled... If Zhehuali is with Luo Wushuang, then Furila must have already rebelled.
rebel!"
They came to the place where Luo Wushuang used his sword skills just now, and saw that what Luo Wushuang killed was a demigod with a tall body, a head like a god, a shape like a dragon, a body like a human body, eight arms, and a body full of energy.
It hasn't dissipated yet, filled with terrifying power!
"A demigod in the realm of God-killing Platform!"
The scholar looked at the knife marks and praised: "What a great swordsmanship! The Luo Shen Dao used his cultivation at the Yu Jing realm to kill this demigod dragon king."
Qin Mu looked at the knife marks carefully, trying to figure out where Luo Wushuang's sword skills had reached, and he looked very carefully.
The scholar asked curiously: "Master Qin also studies sword skills?"
Qin Mu said humbly: "I don't dare to take it. The world's number one... um, third or fourth."
The scholar smiled, shook his feather fan, and said: "Third or fourth? Leader Qin is exaggerating, right? I heard that there is a god named Tian Shu in the Kaihuang Heavenly Court, who is good at swordsmanship. He can wield the Imperial Palace Divine Sword."
Cutting off Tubo's horns. How does Master Qin compare to him?"
Qin Mu's face darkened, he shook his head and said, "Not as good as him."
The scholar said: "I heard that there is a Heavenly Sword in Yankang who points his sword horizontally towards the sky, uses his sword to enter the Tao, and creates nine Heavenly Sword techniques. He can kill gods and demons in the realm of Shenqiao. How does Master Qin compare to him?"
"Not as good as that." Qin Mu's face turned darker.
The scholar smiled and said: "Luo Wushuang has a disciple named Zhe Huali, who entered the Tao with a sword and created a sword technique. How does Master Qin's sword technique compare to him?"
"Not as good as that!" Qin Mu said angrily.
"Then you are not as good as me."
The scholar smiled and said: "I also entered the Tao with the sword. Although I am not as talented as the Heavenly Sword to develop the nine methods, I have also created the seven moves."
With trembling hands, Qin Mu grabbed the mustache on his chin and pulled out four or five strands.
The scholar smiled and said nothing.
They continued to move forward, but they saw a demon god from the demon clan coming here in the mist. The demon god had a terrifying aura, and behind him was a giant beast as tall as a mountain, looming in the mist, which was very scary.
Suddenly, the sound of swords came from the front, and the light of the sword filled the sky. A sword light lit up in the light of the sword and collided with the light of the sword.
Qin Mu was stunned when he saw the sword technique.
That swordsmanship is so familiar, it is his swordsmanship!
"White Dragon Sword Dance! The Emperor's Sword God!"
The scholar's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "The Emperor's Sword God is a woman, and she is a sworn enemy of Luo Wushuang. I didn't expect her to come too! I heard that when the Emperor's era fell, the Emperor's Sword God was just a little girl, and her cultivation level was very low, but
But she fought her way through the darkness with the Emperor's Tyrant Body! The Emperor's Tyrant Body disappeared, but she inherited the swordsmanship of the Emperor's Tyrant Body and used it to carve out her own path. In the dark years after the end of the Emperor's era, her
His swordsmanship has been glorious for hundreds of years, and he can be called a hero among women! Master Qin."
He smiled and said, "Where does your swordsmanship rank in the world?"