I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 139
There are too many people in this world who have hatred against Huo Taixian.

Zongmen Dabi arrived as scheduled.

All the disciples gathered on the top of a mountain. At this time, pairs of eyes showed eagerness, and they were all staring at the main peak.

On the main peak, there are many colorful auras rising, thousands of meteorological changes, and chaotic circulation in the sky. All disciples know that the ancestor has awakened at this time and is waiting for the result of the big competition.

Huo Taixian and Babao stood side by side. At this time, feeling the obscure eyes around him, Cang Lu came slowly and walked in front of Huo Taixian and Babao.

"Are you ready? Today is your last day at the Academy of Natural Painting." Cang Lu looked at Huo Taixian.

Huo Taixian smiled when he heard the words, put his hands in his sleeves, and scanned the familiar faces in the field.

Princess Nanxi pursed her lips and looked at herself with a cold expression.

Over there, Wang Yan's eyes were complicated, standing together with Wanwan, they looked like a couple.

Huo Xin stared at Wanwan and Wang Yan from a distance, his eyes seemed to be able to spew fire.

"Wang Yan is still walking with Wanwan. Even if Huo Xin destroys Wanwan's innocence, he still can't stop the two of them from being together." A thought flashed in Huo Taixian's heart:
"Although Huo Xin and Wanwan are childhood sweethearts, Wang Yan and Wanwan are true love."

Bailixi was standing beside Huo Xin, his eyes were lowered to his toes, and he was silent.

The atmosphere in the arena was dead silent, and all eyes fell on Huo Taixian intentionally or unintentionally. After all, Huo Taixian is definitely a real man of the hour in the Academy of Natural Painting.

"Are you ready?" Huo Taixian withdrew his gaze and looked at Cang Lu.

"This is the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover." Cang Lu took out a roll of silk from his bosom and waved it in the air: "As for the heart nail I promised you, I can't give it to you. But the power of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover It's even more on the heart nail."

"Since you want to gamble, let's gamble a little bigger." Cang Lu looked at Huo Taixian:

"Do you dare to take it?"

"Oh?" Huo Taixian showed curiosity: "How do you bet?"

"If you lose, you will leave the Academy of Natural Painting and break the engagement with Princess Nanxi. At the same time, you still need to get the picture scroll of "Binding the Immortal Rope" in Babao's hand."

"What if I win?" Huo Taixian asked.

"Nine Dragons Divine Flame Cover for you! I'm betting on my mythical scroll!" At this moment, Wang Yan walked out from the crowd and came to the high platform:

"I'll give you my Five Animals and Seven Fire Fans too."

While speaking, he took out a fan shining with colorful brilliance from his pocket:
"Two pictures of mythology, one of which is adding a promise to you, do you dare to bet?"

Cang Lu couldn't help being stunned seeing this scene, this scene was not negotiated, it was definitely beyond his expectation.

But with Wang Yan coming forward, the treasure he originally wanted to take out was not needed.

"Have they all colluded together?" Huo Taixian's eyes showed a hint of thought, and then turned to look at the nervous girl in the crowd:
"eight treasures!"

"Brother!" Babao looked nervous, and stretched out his hand to hold Huo Taixian's wrist, with a look of nervousness in his eyes.

"Do you think I can win?" Huo Taixian asked.

"Brother, I believe you can win." While speaking, he handed over the immortal rope.

Huo Taixian patted Babao's palm with a smile: "Don't worry, I will never lose."

"The bet is established." Turning his head to look at Wang Yan and Cang Lu.

At this time, a red figure flickered in the mountains, but Baili Xi was seen walking from the palace on the mountain, and he had arrived in the field in an instant.

"The competition for the beginners of the Academy of Painting starts today." Baili Xi didn't talk nonsense: "This time, the top twelve students in the competition can be selected as true disciples of the ancestor."

"The title of the competition is 'Mountain'. The time is limited to three days. You are not allowed to use geniuses and treasures. You are only allowed to use your own cultivation and skills as means. Let's start the competition." Bailixi said, then closed his eyes and stood up. Rest in place.

The topic is very simple, that is, to draw an ordinary mountain, but it is this ordinary mountain that baffles countless people.

A mountain is a mountain. If you want to be extraordinary, you must be endowed with incredible imagination, artistic conception, and laws.

山巅
Patriarch's bedroom
The founder of the Academy of Natural Painting was surrounded by the glow of divine light, and he could see all the scenes under the mountain.

"Who is that person? Doesn't he have the aura of the mythical scrolls of my Academy of Natural Painting?" The Patriarch looked at Huo Taixian and asked.

Li Wenfang, who was standing beside him, hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Reporting to the ancestor, this person is Huo Taixian, the son of Huo Jia, the servant of the Rites of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"It's him?" The patriarch raised his eyebrows, and looked at Princess Nanxi again, his brows were locked together involuntarily: "Nonsense! How can I give people the mythological scrolls of my Academy of Natural Painting at will? And she's a princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty! She actually absorbed it." The good fortune of the mythical picture scroll was established, and the foundation was built with nails."

"What?" Li Wenfang next to him was shocked when he heard the words: "Then Cang Lu is a fool? Why did you send out the picture scroll of Cuanxinding?"

The patriarch's eyes were full of contemplation, and he said after a long time: "It's fate! Princess Nanxi should be my true disciple of the Academy of Natural Painting."

"Old Ancestor, Princess Nanxi is the princess of the Great Zhou royal family." Li Wenfang said with disbelief on his face.

"Under the general trend, she naturally weighs the importance. Destiny is like a rolling wheel, irresistible. When the fate is reached, she will naturally wake up and attack the innocent king. It just so happens that the mythical scroll of the Eight Treasures is not used. When the time comes, order her to hand it over." Give it to Cang Lu." After finishing speaking, the patriarch closed his eyes: "You guys take care of the affairs down the mountain, and don't cause any more trouble."

"Yes!" Li Wenfang said respectfully.

(I.e.
Everyone wrote, only Huo Taixian, still standing in place, swept everyone in the field, with a hint of thought in his eyes:

"The disciples of the Academy of Natural Painting should not be underestimated, such as Xiao Hou Ye and others, they are all figures from 80 years ago, and their painting skills are still proficient. Now that they have practiced ink painting, it is not enough to make a master-level scroll. And the Academy of Natural Painting dares to say that the first 12 people are selected as the true biography, I am afraid that the skills of these 12 people are even higher than Xiao Hou Ye and others."

"Doctor? Waiting for an order?"

Countless thoughts circulated in Huo Taixian's mind: "Impossible! Grandmaster waiting for an edict is not Chinese cabbage!"

My own father is known as the number one master in a hundred years, he can be called the number one arrogance, and now he has just stepped into the threshold of a doctorate.Why do these people in front of them prove their masters?
But the Academy of Natural Painting swears that the top twelve will be named true disciples. Such a firm tone does not seem to be fake.

Countless thoughts flowed through Huo Taixian's mind, and he smiled coldly in his heart: "Who cares what schemes you have? I made a picture scroll at the level of a master, and no one will be able to win me by then. The true biography quota of the Academy of Natural Painting I'm going to make a deal."

Huo Taixian made up his mind, and pictures flickered in his mind, but he was not in a hurry to write.

"Brother Huo, why don't you keep writing?" Babao polished his pen and ink, looked at Huo Taixian, who was still looking around, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Huo Taixian touched Babao's head: "Leave me alone, draw yours first. Only the last one I draw will have a chance to win the competition."

Babao seemed to understand, but looked at Huo Taixian with pitiful eyes: "Brother Huo, Babao doesn't want to leave you."

"Don't worry, I won't ask you to leave me." Huo Taixian smiled.

Just as he was speaking, everyone in the field began to write. Huo Taixian looked at Cang Lu's picture scroll, and he could see the foundation of the other party's picture scroll at a glance: "The foundation is good, but if you die, it's just a golden scroll."

But he still has to wait, in case these guys are really playing tricks, he can deal with it with the backup prepared by the Academy of Natural Painting.

Looking at Babao, who was already concentrating on painting, Huo Taixian thought to himself: "There shouldn't be any backhands. If there are backhands, Babao would hide me for no reason."

"However, we need to be more cautious about the matter of the Academy of Natural Painting, and we must not be negligent."

Time passed by little by little, Bai Mingli said three days, but all the disciples in the field handed in the papers in just half a day.

I saw visions forming one after another in the sky, the lowest one was a bad picture scroll, and the highest one was just a golden picture scroll of Princess Nanxi.

It is not easy for Princess Nanxi to paint a golden picture scroll with her own cultivation without the help of any geniuses and treasures.

Over there, Cang Lu also put down his pen, surrounded by visions, and the painting was made of jade, a level lower than Princess Nanxi.

Even Wang Yan, Wanwan and others are also jade scrolls.

The Eight Treasures scroll was formed, and it turned out to be a gold product!

Everyone paused their pens, then turned their eyes to Huo Taixian.

"Huo Taixian, you probably got in because of your connections, so you can't draw at this time, can you? You haven't entered Taoism yet, right?" Bailixi couldn't help but mocked in a low voice.

Huo Taixian glanced at Bailixi, then turned his eyes slightly, and swept across the crowd watching the excitement. Seeing that everyone was writing their pens one after another, Huo Taixian no longer had any scruples. Instead, he directly mobilized the Reversal Gu to absorb the mysterious power from the unknown place in the nothingness.

He wants to see who is plotting against him.

This place is the Academy of Natural Painting, with the godfather sitting in the town, the godfather's eyes are on this place, so it can't be safer.

The "Five Sacred Mountains" by Zhang Zeduan, a famous painter of Huo Taixian, should be at the level of a master according to the calculation of Tiangong brush.

In this world, at Huo Taixian's age, he can be called amazingly talented.

A master who is less than 30 years old is enough to amaze an era. Hundreds of years ago, hundreds of years in the future, there will be no such amazing person.

Accompanied by Huo Taixian's pen writing, Qi lingers and gathers in the void, and a faint fragrance comes from the void.

Over there, Bai Mingli couldn't help being stunned at this moment: "Isn't it too exaggerated? There are visions right after the pen is written? What grade of scroll is this?"

When the paintbrush falls, golden lotuses bloom all over it, and the lotus pond is slowly evolving.

"Flowers in the pen! How is this possible! Flowers in the pen as soon as you start?" Princess Nanxi's complexion changed drastically, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

How old is Huo Taixian?

How can there be such attainments?

Not only Princess Nanxi, everyone in the arena was dumbfounded.

"Ah~
At this moment, Cang Lu suddenly screamed, his body trembled, his face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground without warning.

This moment attracted everyone's attention, even Huo Taixian couldn't help making gestures and looked at Cang Lu.

(End of this chapter)