Chapter nine hundred and twelve the end of the world
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The old man looked at the chessboard speechlessly. I am afraid that he has never encountered a situation where the chessboard is full in his lifetime. What a big deal this is...
"Fellow Taoist, what are you doing... your sword is on the wrong side, just like a white horse's passing mark, it is impossible to figure out. I don't know where you learned from it?" The old man Guangying began to interrogate Bai Yang's origins.
I have Mao as my disciple, Bai Yang still smiled and asked: "Dare I ask senior if I have passed the test?"
Since Bai Yang didn't want to talk about it, the old man stopped asking, and Te said speechlessly: "Since it's a draw, it's natural that it's passed."
"Thank you, senior. I'll go check out the next place." Bai Yang stood up and cupped his hands, then turned around and left with Mao Mao and others.
The old man said behind Bai Yang's back with some unfinished thoughts: "Fellow Taoist, let's talk about it again if we have a chance. It's really unfinished."
One more game and I'll reveal my secret, sir...
Although Bai Yang was walking steadily, he felt like he was running away. He knew how to play stupid chess, return swords and take eccentric moves. Uncle, you are too flattering to me.
After Bai Yang left, the melon-eating crowd here was in an uproar. Someone actually managed to draw with an elder from the Tianyin Sect in a game of chess. This was a big deal. Soon the news spread, and countless people were curious.
Start looking for traces of Baiyang.
There is no way, that old man is the elder of the Tianyin Sect. Not to mention the issue of his own cultivation and status, he is famous all over the world just for playing chess. He can be called the national player of the Daguang Dynasty. Now there is someone who can draw with him. How can he be so sacred?
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While people were looking for Baiyang, he had already moved to the next place.
Bai Yang passed the first level of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, and soon he came to the next place.
The second place is painting!
After a little inquiry, Bai Yang understood the rules and the free proposition, which means that no matter what you draw, you must draw an outstanding picture.
This proposition is a bit general. What does it mean to draw an outstanding painting?
In this fantasy world, music, chess, calligraphy and painting are not just entertainment. The paintings painted by some slightly accomplished painters have special effects.
Not to mention anything else, what Bai Yang saw at this moment was hundreds of tables lined up in front of them, and young talents were painting each and every one of them, and the paintings they drew were magical.
Someone drew a flower, and as he sketched it stroke by stroke, the flower actually grew out of the painting, and the fragrance of the flower was still lingering!
Someone painted a bird, and the bird actually flew out of the painting, chirping as if it had created a life out of thin air.
Others painted landscapes, vegetation, and it really seemed like they were painting a real world with their strokes. It wasn’t too magical at all.
Seeing such a scene, Bai Yang felt a little sick. If he was asked to draw a sketch or something, he could draw it as if it were a photo. However, it is impossible for the painting to have such an abnormality.
Because the creation of this world contains artistic conception, what is artistic conception? It is that the author's spirit is poured into the creation, so that the simple brush and ink are transformed into sublimation, so that the painting has a unique meaning and fits the
Heaven and earth naturally produce strange images.
Don't underestimate these strange images. From what Bai Yang has seen and heard, there are paintings depicting a strange beast that has terrifying fighting power.
In the previous experiences of the Chen Dynasty, this kind of situation was rare, but in the Daguang Dynasty, people here lived and worked in peace and contentment, specializing in these Taoisms, and they took entertainment to the extreme.
Before playing chess, Bai Yang was cheating and didn't pay attention to the chessboard at all, but he knew that if the abnormality of the chess game was revealed, it would be like a formation that could trap an army!
This is difficult. I am not good at painting Bai Yang, and it is extremely difficult to paint an outstanding painting!
hold head high!
At this moment, a dragon roar shocked the soul. Someone drew a dragon. The dragon rushed out of the painting and soared for nine days, crossing the sky with majesty and endlessness. Its aura was comparable to that of a martial arts master. It flew through the sky and looked down at the people below, and then
When you enter the painting, it's just a dragon sketched out stroke by stroke.
boom!
On the other side, someone painted a firebird. It rushed out of the painting like a scorching sun rising into the sky, and the terrible heat distorted the surrounding void.
"The person who drew the dragon must be the Sixth Prince, right? He has been observing the Royal Dragon Pond all year round and has experienced the essence of the dragon. It is really amazing that he can reproduce the power of the dragon with just pen and ink."
"The person who drew the flamingo was not easy either. He just didn't know the method. He had never heard of it before. It was a blockbuster..."
Every time someone draws a soul-shaking transformation, the people around him will be amazed and look at the artist with admiration.
Although I am not the best in literature, I really can’t afford to compare myself when others are so far ahead of me.
There is no doubt that both the sixth prince who drew the dragon and the one who drew the flamingo passed the test and went to the next test.
However, Bai Yang's face hurts at this moment, what should he do?
At this time, someone's conversation nearby caught Bai Yang's attention, and Bai Yang's eyes lit up as he listened.
"The dragon painted by the Sixth Prince and the flamingo painted by someone can probably be surpassed by no one here, right?"
"Of course, the animals outlined with strokes have such terrifying power, which is comparable to that of a great master. Who can compare with it?"
"It's difficult to surpass them. Unless someone makes a proposition painting that has never been seen before in this world, which is inspired by God and consistent with the way of heaven, otherwise it will be impossible to surpass them."
"Isn't it too flattering to say that brother? Although the transformations of the Sixth Prince and the others are amazing, in terms of painting, they are only at the seventh level. It is said that the ninth level painter can completely draw a complete world."
"Hmph, where in the world are there any ninth-grade painters..."
Bai Yang was not in the mood to listen to the rest of the conversation. He was completely thinking about the phrase "a proposition painting that has never existed in this world".
The first time of many things has a special meaning. According to legends in China, Cangjie once created characters that made ghosts cry and gods howl, and Fuxi created gossip that shocked the gods. It can be seen that the first appearance will be extremely extraordinary, especially in this fantasy world.
, various miraculous visions will appear with the approval of heaven.
After thinking about it, Bai Yang came up with an idea. I'm afraid there is no 'such' proposition in this world yet, right?
So Bai Yang walked towards a table. His appearance was inconspicuous, and people's attention was attracted by other people.
Standing behind the table, Bai Yang closed her eyes and thought, with sharp kitten eyes, helping Bai Yang sharpen ink on the side. She was very curious about what her young master could draw, and no matter what her young master drew, it would be the best...
Closing his eyes and meditating, the thoughts in Bai Yang's mind gradually became clear, so he reached out to hold the pen, and his mind completely fell into silence, focusing on the transformation of his imagination.
The moment Bai Yang started writing, a violent wind blew inexplicably in the originally peaceful square, and thick dark clouds strangely appeared in the sky, making the world suddenly become dark.
What's going on?
Countless people were shocked, it seemed like it was going to rain?
Bai Yang, who was so quiet in his imagination, ignored the changes in the outside world. The brush full of ink fell on the rice paper resolutely, and every stroke was a black mess.
Boom!
The moment Bai Yang started writing, the thick dark clouds in the sky trembled, a bolt of lightning flashed across, and the heaven and earth trembled, as if his next painting should not appear in this world.
At this moment, everyone present felt their hearts tremble, and subconsciously turned their attention to Bai Yang. The moment Bai Yang started writing, a terrifying breath spurted out from the rice paper in front of him. That breath
Full of despair and death, it’s scary!
Regardless of this, Bai Yang was still painting alone, quickly sketching on the paper stroke by stroke.
While he was painting, the breath of death and despair on the paper surged like waves of the sea, the sky and the earth turned completely dark, strong winds blew sand and rocks, and dark clouds rolled in the sky with lightning and thunder.
This vision attracted the attention of countless people. The sixth prince of the Daguang Dynasty who had left suddenly stopped and looked over. Not only that, but there was a gaze like a god from deep in the Tianyin Sect Mountain Range.
, even from the capital of the Daguang Dynasty, countless eyes looked across the void.
The world was quiet, and countless people were attracted and ordered to look here. There was no sound in the world, only Bai Yang was painting with his hair.
The paintings painted by Bai Yang are completely black and full of darkness and silence. As he outlines, a desolate and silent painting gradually takes shape.
The earth is devastated, with mountains of bones and corpses and rivers of blood flowing. There are strange beasts roaring ferociously, some people looking up to the sky and roaring in despair, broken weapons rotting in the cold wind, the earth collapsing, and vegetation withering.
The sky and earth are filled with the black air of death, and further up, simple pen and ink outline the broken sky, with shocking cracks that make people feel despair.
Above is the starry sky, with stars collapsing and shattering, black holes swallowing everything, and huge star fragments floating coldly across the dead starry sky. Stars are being destroyed, the world is being destroyed, and life is being destroyed.
Everything is being destroyed, there is no hope of life, and the atmosphere of despair and annihilation fills everything.
When Bai Yang was painting, the aura of death and silence was rising on the square piece of paper. Dark clouds stretched across thousands of miles in the sky, and thunder and lightning wreaked havoc in the clouds like dragons roaming.
When Bai Yang's painting was in the middle stage, a terrifying thunder struck down from the dark clouds, pointing directly at Bai Yang's painting, as if that painting should not exist in the world.
However, for some reason, when the terrifying thunder was about to fall on the painting, it disappeared silently.
Bai Yang felt something in his heart and should have stopped painting, but a majestic voice came from his ears and said: "Paint with peace of mind. Don't worry about anything else. I have everything. I would like to see what earth-shattering paintings you can create."
After hearing these words, Bai Yang continued painting without any distractions, sketching stroke by stroke.
The broken earth, the desperate creatures, the cracked sky, the collapsed and destroyed starry sky...
As Bai Yang's painting continues, dark clouds in the sky span tens of thousands of miles from heaven to earth, and terrible thunder strikes down like a tidal wave, trying to destroy the painting.
People in the square stared blankly at this scene. What did this person draw? It actually caused thunder and lightning?
Half an hour later, the sky with a radius of more than 100,000 miles was covered by dark clouds, and endless thunder bombarded down. With Bai Yang as the center, it seemed to have turned into a country of thunder. The person who secretly helped Bai Yang block this thunderous thunder did not know how much he had to pay.
effort.
Bai Yang put down the last stroke on the rice paper, thought for a moment, and picked up a pen on the side to write two words in Tianyuan Empire script.
The end of the world!
boom.
The sky trembled, and the dark clouds that spanned a hundred thousand miles of the sky became distorted. A purple thunderbolt with a diameter of a hundred meters descended with an all-consuming aura and pointed directly at the apocalyptic picture...