I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 128 Bloodline Evaluation

Huo Taixian glanced at the sweaty boys and girls in the mountains, a sneer appeared in his eyes, and he said disapprovingly:

"Young brother, don't be afraid, who can walk this way, who is favored at home? Even if you hear it, so what?"

Seeing Huo Taixian's expression, Wang Yan stopped talking, and the two began to talk about other things.

"By the way, which dignitary in Shangjing did you offend?" Huo Taixian asked in surprise.

Wang Yan looked around, then lowered his head: "Don't say it, you will cause trouble if you say it. My younger brother just wants to worship in the sect to avoid disaster. My enemy family has a strong and profound background, and if I am not careful, I will die." Dao Xiao's fate."

Seeing this, Huo Taixian didn't ask any more questions. Huo Taixian carried Wang Yan to the top of the mountain "out of breath" and "sweating profusely" along the way. But it was full of tears.

"Brother Wang, you have treated my younger brother well, and I will never forget it in my life. If my younger brother has a chance in the future, I will definitely thank my elder brother and be willing to be a cow and a horse to drive my elder brother." Wang Yan said.

"Come, brother, since you have said this, let's sign it and draw it as a proof, and we will not go back on our word in the future!" Huo Taixian took out the list of gods from his sleeve.

It doesn't matter if you are a senior or an arrogance, you must be on the list first.

A steady profit deal!Is it really too early to think that Huo Taixian is useless?

Whether the other party is a senior from the sect or a proud son of heaven, he will not lose.

Zongmen senior?Can hit Sap.

The pride of heaven?You can also hit the sap!
"This... big brother is really a sincere person." Wang Yan was taken aback, and signed on the list of gods.

Huo Taixian patted Wang Yan's arm, and the two followed the team to the gate of the Academy of Natural Painting.

At this time, there was a long queue in front of the mountain gate, and there were more than a dozen disciples from the Academy of Natural Painting, holding crystal stones in their hands, constantly testing the disciples who entered the mountain.

I saw a person coming to the disciple of the Academy of Natural Painting, and the disciple of the Academy of Natural Painting handed the crystal stone to the disciple's hand:
"It's good to have it."

The man's face was tense, and he held the crystal stone, only to see a red light burst out from the crystal stone, the disciple of the Academy of Natural Painting took the crystal stone back, and said angrily: "Unqualified! There is no blessing of blood in the body, Hurry up and get out of the way, don't delay the qualification test."

The man was immediately discouraged, and then walked down the mountain in a daze.

Huo Taixian looked curiously: "What is the crystal stone?"

"The crystal stone is engraved with the picture scroll branded by the mythical masters of the Academy of Natural Painting, which can detect the depth of blood, energy, spirit, and innate energy in a person. From this, we can judge how far this disciple can go in the future!" Wang Yan said:

"It is divided into seven grades: red, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. The red is the lowest, which is the ordinary blood. The purple is the highest, and it is said to be those ancient and incredible blood. It is the mythical blood!"

"Although this kind of judgment can't be said to be perfect, it's also very random, and it's rare to make mistakes."

"Oh?" Huo Taixian showed curiosity.

Now the blood in his body has been transformed by the power of reincarnation, and it has become gray, and he doesn't know what kind of blood it is.

While talking here, a disciple in black robe stepped forward and saluted over there:
"This senior brother, my younger brother Wang Ju of the Marquis of Huainan..."

"Don't talk too much, shut up and hold on to the spar. If you don't enter the Lanpin, you don't deserve to enter my Academy of Natural Painting, so naturally you don't need to report your name. As for who your father is, it has nothing to do with my Academy of Natural Painting." Cold, interrupted Wang Ju's words mercilessly, and turned her back.

"You..." Wang Ju blushed with anger, but she didn't speak, and took the spar with one hand.

A little bit of light flowed on the transparent spar, and a touch of light blue appeared on the spar.

"I'm Lan Pin! I'm Lan Pin!" Seeing this, Wang Ju shouted happily, and grinned at the disciple of the Academy of Natural Painting.

"Barely passed." The disciple glanced at Wang Ju, and his face turned pale at this moment: "Go to the side and wait."

Over there, a disciple recorded the roster and called out: Wang Ju.Then Wang Ju hurried over.

I saw disciples stepping forward continuously, all the disciples were like chickens and dogs, they didn't even need to report their names, they just grabbed the spar directly.

Those who are qualified to have their names stamped needless to say, they are called to wait, and those who are not qualified are driven down the mountain directly.

"Is there no artificial fake?" Huo Taixian asked in a low voice.

Wang Yan was stunned: "This is a mythical method. How could the world be able to deceive it? The descendants of mythical masters have the blood of mythology in their bodies, so naturally there is no need to fake it. But those who are not descendants of mythology can't hide it from mythological methods if they want to cheat. Of course , if you are really capable of deceiving Shinhwa, then you are considered capable, and the Academy of Natural Painting will not pursue it."

Huo Taixian was stunned when he heard the words, and then countless thoughts flashed in his mind, thinking about the intention of the Academy of Natural Painting.

Only masters of mythology can be fooled by the means of the Academy of Natural Painting, and the children of masters of mythology joining the Academy of Natural Painting is also a resource for the Academy of Natural Painting, and it is also a huge resource.

Turning his head to look at Wang Yan again, Huo Taixian's thoughts turned: "I don't know what color I am. I have already arrived at the gate of the Academy of Natural Painting. Isn't this senior showing his true colors and accepting me as a disciple?"

Huo Taixian glanced at Wang Yan with a pair of eyes, and touched his chin: "Could it be that I punched in? This guy is not a senior, but the son of destiny? There will be countless seniors coming down the mountain later to compete for apprentices?"

Just when Huo Taixian was thinking, he saw a crowd of people not far away. Some people happily stepped through the gate and entered the interior of the Academy of Natural Painting, but more people walked down the mountain in despair.

Soon Huo Taixian had arrived at the front of the team, Huo Taixian looked at Wang Yan: "Brother Wang, you come first."

Huo Taixian supported Wang Yan, but saw Wang Yan stepping forward, holding the spar nervously, and then a purple brilliance flowed in the spar, and a dark purple burst out a bright brilliance.

"Purple? I'm actually purple? There was a myth in my ancestors?" Wang Yan looked at the bright purple in his hand, and couldn't help being stunned on the spot.

At this time, the crowd behind was in an uproar, and even the disciples who had stepped through the gate stretched their necks and leaned over to watch.

"Hey, the ultimate purple." The student of the Academy of Natural Painting was taken aback when he saw this, and quickly bowed his hands: "Little brother Chen Liang, I have seen this senior brother. I don't know the senior name?"

"Little brother Wang Yan." Wang Yan bowed modestly.

"Blind you dog eyes, don't hurry up and help Senior Brother Wang." Chen Liang turned around and cursed, and then saw several disciples who wrote the roster running over to help Chen Liang.

Wang Yan didn't move, but looked at Huo Taixian: "Brother."

Huo Taixian glanced at Wang Yan, and said to himself, "It seems that it's not the old man, but he is indeed the son of luck."

From the two of them to the mountain gate, countless people passed by, and Wang Yan was the first to appear purple, and it was still dark purple.

There are also grades of purple, such as light purple, lavender, and dark purple.

Hearing this, Huo Taixian took the crystal stone, and then Huo Taixian only felt a chill in his palm, and then a burst of energy drilled out of the crystal stone, and drilled towards Huo Taixian's body.

Then Huo Taixian was taken aback, and saw a ray of light red emerge from the spar in his hand.

"Mortal blood?" The disciple frowned and looked at Huo Taixian: "Next!"

"Impossible! How could it be light red? Huo family ancestors had great figures!" Huo Taixian was surprised.

But before he could think about it, the disciple over there had already taken the crystal stone back.

Mortal blood is red, so the crystal stone emits a light red luster, which is the most common mortal blood.

"Brother Huo!" Wang Yan looked at Huo Taixian with worry in his eyes.

"Don't stand here blocking the way, you'd better go down the mountain quickly. In this world, there are three or six or nine grades of human life. Do you think there is no basis for Zhou Tianzi's division of people into nine grades? You should hurry down the mountain!" the disciple said. Glancing at Huo Taixian, he spoke urgently. For Wang Yan's sake, his words were mild.

Huo Taixian frowned, took out the token from Bai Wenli from his pocket, and handed it over casually: "Brother, I have this thing, I wonder if I can enter the Academy of Natural Painting?"

He wanted to enter the Academy of Natural Painting. If he didn't enter the Academy of Natural Painting, where would he go to find the means of refining ink?How to distinguish the difference between my own divine power and Famo?
He has a picture scroll of mythology, which is completely cheated by the Tiangong brush, and he still needs to learn real painting skills. Without the Tiangong brush, he would not even be able to make a quality picture scroll.

In a sense, Murong Qiu is right, his aptitude is indeed not as good as Huo Xin.

"This?" Li Liang looked at the token dangling in Huo Taixian's hand, and couldn't help being startled. He quickly took it with both hands, observed it carefully, and then hurriedly bowed:

"It turned out to be the senior brother chosen by the myth. Please forgive me for my poor eyesight. Please also invite the senior brother to enter. The younger brother will send someone to notify Elder Bai."

"En." Huo Taixian hummed lightly, and then walked into the gate with big strides.

Huo Taixian just walked in, but saw that all the disciples in the door stood up one after another, and then moved chairs to come to Huo Taixian to greet him.

"Brother, please sit down!"

"Brother, I have chilled grapes here, would you like to try them?"

"Senior brother, I have rock sugar pears here, would you like to have a sip?"

"Brother, do you still need a follower to carry the bag?"

At this time, a group of disciples swarmed over like a swarm, surrounded Huo Taixian in the center, kept beating his arms and legs, and pushed Wang Yan and others aside.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yan straightened his eyes: "What is that token?"

"That is the token of the elders of the mythical realm, which means that the brother has been recognized by the elders. Even if he cannot become a true biography in the future, he can practice with any elder and get advice from any elder." Someone explained next to him:
"When we enter the painting academy, we are already leaping into the dragon's gate, but we don't have a separate teacher. We all get together, and there are teachers who give lectures. If there are outstanding talents, they can be taken by a certain teacher and taught by them .”

It is a bit similar to the universities of later generations. When everyone enters the university, it is a cramming education. The teacher teaches you a big class to impart knowledge.

And a certain one, who is appreciated by the teacher, can be taken with him and follow the teacher to do the project in advance. How can the two be compared?
Seeing Huo Taixian who was surrounded by everyone in the center, Wang Yan showed a hint of envy in his eyes: "Brother, it should be so. It's a pity, why not me? I really envy me."

(End of this chapter)