Reborn Primitive Age

Chapter 950

After a while, when Ji Yuyong and Zhu Yang's painting was about to be completed, a vision suddenly appeared in the sky.

Pieces of dark clouds flew from afar, gathered into a ball, and floated over the Huanghua River.

After a while, the dark clouds gathered more and more, and the clouds became thicker and thicker. Suddenly, lightning bolts jumped out of the clouds, dancing wildly like snakes.

Many people in Qingyang Academy noticed that the clouds and sky were abnormal.

An expert in Fangshi observed the clouds, and said: "Draw the ghosts and gods, the heavens and the earth are furious, and the thunder falls. This is a painting calamity. It seems that there is a world-shattering picture scroll that is either handed down to the world or a town. Otherwise, There won't be such a big commotion."

When the people in Fangshi heard the words of the expert, they immediately rose from the sky, intending to go and have a look.

Lang Ting, Donggao Jun, and Feng Heng were wandering around in Fangshi, when they heard the words of the expert, they were curious and flew over with the big team.

It's a pity that just after flying not far away, I saw a ruler flying out of the main hall of Qingyang Academy, blocking everyone's way, and someone whispered in my ear: "Everyone go back, don't disturb."

Those who were familiar with him knew that the person who transmitted the voice was Shang Qu, the master of Qingyang Academy, so they didn't dare to say anything, so they turned around and flew back.

After stopping the crowd, the ruler did not fly back, but flew over Ji Yuyong and the others, releasing a mask to cover the crowd and the nearby forest, so as not to disturb Ji Yuyong and Zhu Yang during the competition.

After a while, Ji Yuyong finished painting.

Gongliang looked down, and the falling ink was either mountains or rocks, or clouds or water. He could handle it at will, and it was like a fortune, drawing clouds and mists, and dyed them into wind and rain. uncanny workmanship.

Gongliang glanced at it hastily, raised his head, and looked at the scroll again, he couldn't help but gasped.

If you just look at the painting, it is a splash-ink landscape.But if you float away from the landscape and look down at the whole picture, you will find that this is not a landscape, but a painting of a real dragon.

This dragon, with the deep pool as its eyes, the stream as its horn, and the mountains, rocks, grass and trees as its claws, is really wonderful.

After Ji Yuyong finished painting the landscape, he was about to write down the poem that Gong Liang just read on the scroll.But now Gongliang felt that the poem was not worthy of this real dragon landscape painting, so he quickly grabbed Ji Yuyong's brush and whispered in his ear.

Ji Yuyong's eyes brightened, but he snatched the paintbrush and disturbed his mind, but he couldn't continue to paint, so he hurriedly called: "Bring the wine."

Gong Liang hurriedly served the wine cup.

At this moment, why does he feel like a waiter in the shop, who is here to serve people.

After drinking Bajue again, Ji Yuyong felt that he had entered the state, so he dropped Jiujue, grabbed the paintbrush in Gongliang's hand, dipped the inkstone with ink, and began to swipe on the scroll.I saw that he wrote with spirit, each word was like a swimming dragon, swallowing and spitting out, floating and sinking, big and small, long and short, unpredictable.

Zi Chu glanced here secretly, and was very surprised when he saw the words on the scroll.

Ji Yuyong wrote on the scroll: "Dragon can be big or small, can rise or hide; big can make clouds and fog; small can hide its shape; rise can fly between the universe, and hide can hide in the waves. In the deep spring of this year, the dragon rides the changes of the seasons, and it is like a man who achieves his will and travels across the world. The dragon is a thing, comparable to the heroes of the world."

Although it is only a short paragraph, it sets off the majestic momentum of the real dragon landscape scroll, making people afraid to look directly at it.

After Ji Yuyong finished writing, he took out a seal engraved with "Diaoguishanren" from his bosom and stamped it, so far the real dragon landscape painting scroll was completed.

The electric snakes that were originally just flickering in the clouds suddenly became violent when he finished the painting, rushing down one after another.

In an instant, the silver snake pierced through the air, and the sound of rumbling was endless.

It's just that before it fell, it was blocked by the heavenly book and could not come down.

Seeing that it could not be blasted down, the electric snake in the cloud stopped going down, and they all gathered in the cloud layer. The more they gathered, the originally small electric snake became thicker.

After Ji Yuyong finished painting, his mental and physical strength was exhausted, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.Gong Liang stuffed a pill into his mouth and helped him to rest beside him.

Zhu Yang made a landscape painting of Yixi River, which looks very beautiful because of the bright materials used.If Gongliang was worried that Ji Yuyong's real dragon landscape painting would lose to him just now, he is not worried at all now.

After a while, Zhu Yang raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, exhaled, and finally finished the painting.

This landscape painting can be said to be his current pinnacle work. He has never painted it before, but now that he has finished it, even he himself is satisfied.

After the two of them finished drawing, the ruler flying in the sky put away the mask and flew back.

The Heavenly Book floating in the sky above Qingyang Academy no longer blocked the electric snake scurrying in the clouds and let it come down.

Every time a shocking work appears, it has to go through a thunder disaster.In Gongliang's words, it means charging energy and consecrating light, that is, awakening the soul in the painting.

Seeing that the book of heaven was no longer in the way, the thunder calamity that had been preparing for a long time suddenly struck down.

"Boom"

The silver snake pierced through the air and bombarded the two scrolls, and the scattered lightning danced on the scrolls, scaring Gong Liang and the others to hide away.The real dragon landscape picture was hit by the electric snake, but nothing happened. The black ink body that was originally dark became brighter.Zhu Yang's Yixi landscape painting was originally brightly colored, but under the lightning strike, the color became slightly darker.

Thunder strikes one after another, and the real dragon landscape scroll becomes brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, an ink dragon sprang out from the painting, and rushed towards the electric snake dancing wildly in the clouds.

Looking up, I saw Molong chasing the electric snake and biting it, but swallowed up the lightning in the cloud in a short while.

Without thunder and lightning, the dark clouds over Huanghuachuan gradually dissipated, and the ink dragon also flew down and entered the scroll, returning to a real dragon landscape painting.

However, Zhu Yang's Yixi landscape painting failed to cultivate the soul of the painting, and the bright colors on it became dull and dull under the repeated bombardment of electric snakes.But fortunately, there is a little light on the very colorful mountain top, which is also a blessing in misfortune.

With this spiritual light, his landscape painting is not considered a waste, and when he goes back to nourish it slowly with his own true energy, it will not be difficult to become a picture scroll of the township level.

Ji Yuyong, who was originally limp on the ground, became energetic again after refining the elixir given by Gongliang.

At this time, seeing Lei Jie dispersed, he jumped up, intending to get the jade pendant he won.

Suddenly, an old man with a gray beard appeared in front of the long table.

The old man looked down at the real dragon landscape scroll, and praised: "What a splash-ink landscape painting, what a real dragon scroll." After finishing speaking, he suddenly turned to Ji Yuyong and asked, "Little guy, I am Uncle, and the world calls me uncle." I am a 'painting saint'. In this eastern land, there are very few people who say that painting is better than this old man, are you willing to learn painting from me?"

Ji Yuyong felt dizzy when he heard his words.

Anyone who studies painting doesn't know the name of "Painting Saint" Bofu, and now he wants to accept himself as an apprentice, it's like a dream.

How could he not agree to such a good thing, Ji Yuyong would open his mouth to agree.

Xiuran, an old man with a gray beard appeared next to Bofu. He seemed to know the saint of painting. Hearing his words, he said angrily: "What's so good about painting? You should learn calligraphy from me. Look at his wild hands, As long as you exercise a little bit, you can be number one in the world. Are you afraid of being buried in your hands?"

The painting sage blew his beard and stared: "Is it okay to follow you? Look at the disciples you have taught, all of them are crooked, none of them can write handed down articles, and you dare to mention them."

"Who said that?"

The new old man was so angry that he jumped up and said: "My disciples are amazing, talented and brilliant. There are many people who have been promoted to the Great Confucianism. Unlike you, there is not a single disciple who can achieve the position of Great Confucianism."

"That's better than you handing down articles without a single disciple. My disciples have made quite a few picture scrolls."

"Did you teach that? You put it in the door halfway, and you dare to mention it without fear of losing face."

Two old men who didn't know how old were arguing loudly in front of Gong Liang and the others. They didn't know what to do, so they could only watch them silently.

(End of this chapter)