Royal Master Painter

Chapter 378

Just as Yang Xiangru said, a gloomy cloud shrouded Qingdu in the sky, turning the entire sky into darkness, and this dark cloud was coming towards Wenfu.

"coming!"

A few figures faintly appeared in the cloud, each of these people was once a notorious strongman in the Yuling Continent, and now he joined the Baiyang Sect and became one of the Yuanjun.

"Look who is here, He Jiaoxi, you probably don't know this person." Yang Xiangru stared at the head of the Baiyang Jiao Yuanjun and couldn't help but sneer.

"I would also like to ask the imperial edict to give you some pointers." He Qingzhi asked.

"This is a student cultivated by our Wenfu. Mr. Daoxuan almost accepted him as a disciple back then. Compared with Zhang Dian Li Yelang's contemporaries, he was defeated in the end, and joined the Baiyang Sect angrily."

"I remembered. I've heard of such a person. It seems to be called Ni Yunlin."

"Back then he was called Ni Yunlin, but now he has a bigger name. He is the second Yuanjun of the Baiyang Sect, named Xue Yuanjun."

The Blood Yuan Lord turned a deaf ear to Yang Xiangru's words, but bowed twice in the direction of Du Dong of Wenfu.

"Mr. Yang, no matter what you say, Mr. Lu and Wenfu have treated me as much as a mountain, but now I have found my own Danqing Dao!"

"There's no need to be pretentious. Could it be that you brought these villains to the Wen Mansion to pay homage to Mr. Lu?"

"I just wanted to show you the Dao of Danqing painting that I comprehended by myself, but it's a pity that Mr. Lu has passed away." Xue Yuanjun said with a little regret.

"It just so happens that I am also a painter, why don't you let me teach you?"

He Qingzhi took the initiative to invite Ying, but was stopped by Yang Xiangru.

"Let me come"

He Qingzhi is only at the fourth level of Wangxian, but Xue Yuanjun is already at the peak of the seventh level of Wangxian, and there is a huge difference in strength between the two.

No matter how much he looked down on Xue Yuanjun, he dared not underestimate his current strength and cultivation.

"Mr. Yang, how can it be your turn to deal with such a person? I am a student of Wenfu who entered the Wenfu in the same year as this Xueyuan Lord. Why don't you hand him over to me?"

A few flashes of light fell behind Yang Xiangru. The person who said this was a burly man with a beard, but this man was once one of the most outstanding painters in the Wenfu.

It was only when they met two monsters in that generation, Li Yelang and Zhang Dian, that their light was blocked.

"Zheng Danxia, ​​we've been together for a long time..."

Xue Yuanjun also looked a little excited after seeing Zheng Danxia, ​​but Zheng Danxia interrupted him to reminisce about the old days.

"Stop, we are classmates, but I am a scribe and you are a villain of the Baiyang Sect, not to mention that you are the number one traitor in Wenfu's 300-year history, we have nothing to reminisce about."

Zheng Danxia is undoubtedly a reckless man from the outside, but her unique skill of drawing makes people overwhelmed.

The painting scroll is hundreds of feet long, and the clouds and clouds in the painting are beautiful, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the painting scroll directly includes Xue Yuanjun in the painting.

This painting combines the tranquility of the lake with the majesty of the mountains. The clear waves are rippling, the green pines, fishing villages, wild markets, waterside pavilions, thatched huts, and Shuimo Long Bridge are well arranged and exquisitely interspersed.

People of their generation were looking for ways to surpass Zhang Dian and Li Yelang. Zheng Danxia traveled all over the world and created her own green painting method. .

"This "Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers" is finished?"

"En." Zheng Danxia nodded proudly, "From now on, my "Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers" will be the first long scroll of our Wenfu."

"Okay, okay!" Yang Xiangru shouted hello several times.

"Several gentlemen, several senior brothers, I will deal with him first."

Zheng Danxia arched her hands, and then also entered the painting.

"Since Junior Brother Danxia has chosen Lord Xue Yuan, leave this Lord Xu Yuan to me."

Those who arrived at Wenfu first included Lord Xu Yuan, Lord Xue Yuan, Lord Dou Yuan, Lord Wei Yuan, Lord Kui Yuan, Lord Bi Yuan, Lord Ying Yuan and so on.

Among them, Xu Yuanjun is the first Yuanjun of the Baiyang Sect, and also the top powerhouse of the eight levels of Wangxian. He is comparable to the strength of the four spirit officials, and even Yang Xiangru is not sure of victory.

Wei Changli has been the head of the palace for 800 years, and he has cultivated too many amazing and talented people, but Wei Changli took the initiative to show weakness in the eight palaces, and the existence of these people is rarely known to outsiders.

Other schools only know that Wenfu has cultivated two peerless geniuses, Li Yelang and Zhang Dian, but they are not familiar with other scholars.

The person who took the initiative to invite Ying was wearing a Taoist robe, with his hands clasped together, he looked like a Taoist priest, but he had a book tube hanging from his waist.

"Meet Mr. Fan"

Fan Jieshi smiled when he saw this person.

"Kaibao? Why are you back?"

"Although I worship Tianxin Mansion again now, after all, I was also a student of Wen Mansion, and I am willing to advance and retreat with Wen Mansion"

At the beginning of Kaibao, the scholar was enlightened and became the first student of the Wenfu, and he was deeply loved by Fan Jieshi. However, he was enlightened in the battle in the Ehu meeting and became a Taoist priest and a scholar.

Kaibao knelt in the Wenfu for three months, Wei Changli softened his heart, and finally pulled his face and took Kaibao to Wendao City, so that Tianxinfu accepted him as a disciple.

In just a hundred years, he already has the cultivation base of Wangxian Eightfold, and this speed is directly catching up with Li Yelang.

Knowing that the Wen Mansion was in big trouble, those peerless talents cultivated by the Wen Mansion all returned to Qingdu after their travels, and the lowest cultivation level among these people was also expected to be at the fifth level of immortality.

These most outstanding disciples of the Wenfu met all the Yuanjuns of the Baiyang Sect.

"The people who were protected by the Wenfu back then have all grown up." Yang Xiangru smiled gratifiedly.

"Yeah, now we can support the Wenfu." Zhou Mengde also said.

Only He Qingzhi felt a little disappointed, his cultivation had been far behind by these previous geniuses of the Wenfu, and even his students were among them.

"He Jiaoxi has nothing to be sad about. It's not that you are inferior to them in talent, but that you put most of your thoughts on Wenfu.

Isn't it more gratifying to be able to cultivate disciples who surpass themselves? " Yang Xiangru said with a smile.

"From the day I became an instructor in the Wenfu, I knew that I would not have more energy to pursue my own cultivation in this life, but I knew that I would cultivate countless powerful people who would shake the world."

"That's right, don't think that their cultivation base is stronger than yours, but whoever sees you is not respectful, because they know that you have given up too much in order to cultivate talents for the Wenfu. It is Jiu Zhong who also has to perform the disciple ceremony."

He Qingzhi was relieved to hear several people's persuasion.

It is precisely because of these teachings and teachings that they gave up themselves for the Wenfu, which earned the respect of scholars all over the world, and even broke with the Confucian government completely because of Meng Kuyin's death.

However, more and more people from the Baiyang Sect came to support, most of them Yang Xiangru didn't know their origin and had never heard any news about them.

These people should be the first time to show up in the Yuling Continent, until finally even Zhou Mengde and He Qingzhi also joined the big melee in front of the Wenfu.

Yang Xiangru faintly felt that the power of Baiyang Sect revealed in front of his eyes was just the tip of the iceberg.

(End of this chapter)