"Okay, I've given you this painting. I think your dean will agree to my request!" Gu Tiange placed the sublimated painting on the ancient sandalwood table and said lightly: "Now, we can go in
Did you take a look?"
"Yes, yes, of course!" Mr. Xu, who came back to his senses, carefully put away the Taoist paintings created by Gu Tiange's splashing ink, lowered his posture, and personally led the way: "Several of you, please come in."
Walking into the quiet and beautiful inner courtyard, which is full of vines, green bamboos, ponds, pavilions, water pavilions, and rugged rockeries, Gu Tiange felt a strong spiritual energy coming to his face.
"I wonder where your surname comes from?"
Mr. Xu asked politely while leading the way, wanting to know Gu Tiange's identity.
"I'm from the Dao League!"
Gu Tiange intended to shock the Hanmo Painting Academy so as to buy their treasure, he took out the gold token and said calmly.
"Your Excellency is originally from the Taoist Alliance. You have offended me a lot just now. Please atone for your sins!"
Looking at the golden token in Gutian Singer, Mr. Xu trembled with fright and apologized again.
"It's okay!" Gu Tiange said calmly: "If I feel good, someone is painting in front of me."
"Yes, today a senior master visited our calligraphy and painting academy to challenge our dean's calligraphy and painting skills. Now the two of them are painting in the inner courtyard!" Mr. Xu did not dare to hide it and said slowly.
"It turns out they are from the Taoist League!"
Hua Rong, who was following Gu Tiange and others, learned Gu Tiange's identity, and the jealousy in his heart disappeared. There was even a hint of awe in his eyes, and he had the idea of fawning over him.
Tongyu also had a strong interest in Gu Tiange, and his eyes kept stopping on him.
"The realm of emptiness and underworld!"
Gu Tiange followed Mr. Xu to a square filled with bonsais. He saw two white-haired old men concentrating on painting. While they were painting, they both entered the realm of space and darkness, as if they were isolated from the whole world.
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Among them, the old man who was wearing aqua blue robes, with snow-white hair, a face full of red light, and water ripples around his body. He was a one-star Tianji Martial Emperor. It was Gu Tiange who had a relationship with him and helped him solve the ancient problem.
The mystery of the treasure, the Emperor of the Sea who got pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The other old man wearing a white Taoist robe of a calligrapher and painter, with white hair and a boyish face, is Qing Tao, the dean of the Calligraphy and Painting Academy, a seventh-grade Taoist master of calligraphy and painting.
At this time, there were more than ten highly respected calligraphers and painters standing in the square. When they saw Mr. Xu respectfully inviting Gu Tiange and his party, they showed a hint of surprise.
After all, with Mr. Xu's status in Tianbao Holy City, there are only a handful of people who can make him bow down and let them guess the identity of Gu Tiange and his party.
"Brother, what do you think of their painting?"
Cang Zhiyan saw Er Laobi walking around like a dragon. The brush under his hand moved like a dragon, waving and waving to induce the flow of spiritual energy. She couldn't help being deeply attracted and asked softly.
"They have very profound attainments in calligraphy and painting, and have a deep understanding of the Taoist essence of calligraphy and painting. They should be able to create top-quality Taoist paintings!" Gu Tiange said lightly.
"Your Excellency has good eyesight. The dean is a seventh-grade peak calligraphy and painting Taoist."
After hearing Gu Tiange's comments, Mr. Xu glanced at Gu Tiange again and said respectfully.
"I wonder if you can draw an eighth-grade holy painting?"
Suddenly, a pleasant voice sounded.
Tongyu, whose body exuded the faint fragrance of orchid and whose appearance was indistinguishable from Murong Ruoshui and Cang Zhiyan, came to Gu Tiange and asked softly.
"Three flowers focus on each other!"
Gu Tiange turned his head slightly and looked at Tong Yu, who was known as the most beautiful woman in Tianbao Holy City, and immediately noticed that her dark green eyes were different. There were three small flowers blooming deep in the pupils, which seemed like the legendary Three Flowers Gathering Eyes.
"Your Excellency has great eyesight, I didn't expect that you could see through my secret at a glance!"
Tong Yu's soft gaze wavered slightly, and she was slightly surprised by Gu Tiange's eyesight.
"Girl, if you don't want to go blind in the near future, it's best not to be eager for quick success and forcefully practice the Three Flowers Focusing Eyes. Otherwise, you will continue to damage the veins in your eyes. Not only will you not be able to practice the Three Flowers Focusing Eyes to the extreme, but you will also be in danger of becoming blind!"
Gu Tiange said calmly.
"Um……"
Tongyu's expression was startled, his brows were knitted together tightly, and his surprised expression had a different flavor.
"Believe it or not!"
After saying that, Gu Tiange ignored Tong Yu who was thoughtful and quietly watched the painting and calligraphy showdown between Hai Huang and Qing Tao.
Poseidon majored in the magical power of water, and he also understood the mysterious meaning of water. What he painted was a dragon roaring in the river, and the scales on the dragon's body and the beards and horns on its head were more lifelike, similar to those of a real dragon.
There is almost no difference.
However, Neptune didn't dare to touch the dragon's eyes until he drew the dragon's tail, which made the whole dragon rolling in the river lose some charm and momentum.
Dean Qing Tao is good at lion paintings. The two lions in his paintings are fierce and majestic, giving people a strong visual impact.
But like Neptune, Qing Tao did not dare to light the sky for the two lions easily.
Obviously, they are very cautious about the decision of Dian Qing, and this key decision is also related to the outcome of their competition.
Time passed by minute by second, and for about half an hour, Haihuang and Qingtao successively put away their pens and prepared the final touches.
Since the strokes of lighting were related to the outcome, and more importantly, the quality of the two paintings, they took the strokes in vain and hesitated to click on them.
The atmosphere in the entire square also became tense, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on the two men's pens that were suspended in mid-air, waiting to write.
After about twenty breaths, the Emperor of the Sea, who was concentrating and filled with the artistic conception of water, suddenly wanted to put down the brush in his hand and light up the eyes of the ferocious dragon.
"Your artistic conception is wrong. Don't lighten the sky for the dragon easily, otherwise you will destroy the artistic conception of the entire painting!"
Suddenly, Gu Tiange pressed his voice into a line and reached Poseidon's ears.
Suddenly, the brush in Poseidon's hand stopped in mid-air. He looked angrily at the crowd, looking for the person who had interrupted him without authorization.
"It's him!"
When Haihuang saw Gu Tiange in the crowd, he was startled and recognized him.
At this time, Gu Tiange pressed his voice into a line again and passed it into his ears.
"A dragon is a ferocious and powerful monster, and the artistic conception you just had was too feminine. A ferocious dragon has a pair of feminine eyes. Do you think it's appropriate?"
"Thanks for the reminder, little friend!"
Poseidon's eyes lit up, and he felt like he was suddenly enlightened. He closed his eyes again and re-created his artistic conception.
At this time, Qing Tao started writing. He clicked out four strokes very quickly and added eyes to the two lions.
Suddenly, the two male lions seemed to come to life, exuding the power of a majestic king, ready to leap out of the picture and roar to the heaven and earth.
"Beings of Taoism, the ultimate seventh-grade Taoist painting!"
Looking at the paintings created by Qing Tao, the onlookers were in awe and admiration.
Qing Tao, with beads of sweat on his forehead, also showed a satisfied smile, very satisfied with his work.
Just when he looked at Poseidon, who had his eyes closed and his pen was suspended in mid-air, Poseidon started writing.
This stroke is powerful and powerful, with a domineering air that will never come back, which exaggerates the bravery.
"Yan yin yin!"
The moment the Emperor of the Sea lit up the sky for the dragon, deafening roars of dragons rang out.
The dragon in his painting is rolling violently in the painting, and the terrifying power of the dragon fills the air, shocking people's hearts.
"Well, the charm of the ancient Tao, there is actually a trace of the charm of the ancient Tao in this dragon!"
Seeing the dragon rolling in the scroll, trying to break out of the painting, Qing Tao's pupils shrank instantly, revealing a strong look of shock.
The dragons written by Haihuang reveal the charm of ancient ways, which means that he lost this competition.