Talk about bragging, why do you really have the qualifications of a great emperor?

Chapter 364 Water Moon Cave Sky!

"So, there is such a painting in the world?"

Cao Xiu stared blankly at the scroll in front of him, his eyes full of emotion and his whole body shaking with excitement.

Those seemingly crude, patternless lines.

In his eyes, it is the most beautiful poem in the world.

Almost back to nature.

He looked at it, and just as he was admiring the beauty, a hint of enlightenment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

I was about to sit down and realize it.

suddenly.

A terrifying coercion came from the outside world, wrapped in deep anger.

A cold snort came from the house: "Why did I smell a stinky smell? It turned out to be bed bugs crawling in the latrine!"

Cao Xiu walked out slowly and looked at him through the door.

Everyone retreated.

It turns into a world of calligraphy and painting, competing with it.

I don’t understand why the president of the Hongshan Society suddenly got angry and forced his way into Yuxuan Pavilion?

Zhuang Mocheng narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to say something.

In an instant.

Zhuang Mocheng glanced at the two women and said with a cold expression: "I won't hit the little girl. Get out of the way quickly. It has nothing to do with you here!"

Nie Linglan's voice was soft, but her attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. "Senior Zhuang, my young master and Senior Cao from the Qingye Club are admiring paintings. It's not convenient for you to go in now!"

That attitude is very obvious.

Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that the two maids accompanying Mr. Wang, who usually looked delicate and beautiful, would have such courage to stop Zhuang Mocheng?
Don't they know that the person standing in front of them is a powerful Earth Immortal?

Two beautiful figures stood in front of him.

"Young man named Wang, get out of here!"

The aura was astonishing, he was clearly a genuine Earth Immortal powerhouse. His whole body was covered with blazing flames, and he strode into the courtyard.

But he refused to give in.

Just a pair of eyes staring closely at Zhuang Mocheng.

Yan Ji said nothing.

Nie Linglan and the other two girls said nothing.

The aura rising from his body rose.

As long as he dared to break in, she would take action directly.

He was about to burst right into the house.

The light here is blazing and the pressure is so strong that it is difficult for casual people to get close. They only feel frightened and tremble, and they keep retreating, for fear of harming the fish in the pond.

Zhuang Mocheng stared at him and sneered: "Old Ghost Cao, I'm not here to quarrel with you today!"

Cao Xiu mocked: "Do you think I am willing to waste time with you here? Get out of here quickly, don't mess around and delay me from appreciating the paintings!"

Zhuang Mocheng said angrily: "I am only looking for the boy named Wang today. It has nothing to do with you. Get out of the way!"

Cao Xiu didn't give in, and his aura became even stronger: "Master Wang and I are appreciating the paintings. If you really have anything to do, you can wait until we finish appreciating the paintings!"

Zhuang Mocheng raised his brows higher, as if he was about to fly, and said, "Do you think I am a fool, standing here waiting for you?"

At this time.

A voice as gentle as the spring breeze came from the house: "How about we come together, Senior Zhuang?"

Wang Xiu walked out slowly, with a spring-like smile on his face and a brand-new picture scroll in his hand.

Zhuang Mocheng said disdainfully: "I don't even bother to look at those warblers and swallows painted by this little boy!"

Wang Xiu was not angry either.

He flicked his wrist.

The red rope on the scroll suddenly fell off, and the scroll unfolded and continued to extend, hundreds of meters long, hovering in mid-air.

Zhuang Mocheng looked up and his expression suddenly changed slightly.

I saw that in the scroll, street scenes, people, houses, mountains, rocks, and rivers were all available, and they were extremely detailed. Even the figures as big as peas were all extremely detailed.

"When I first came to White Jade City, I felt the prosperity of this city, so I impromptuly wrote down all the streets, alleys, and bustling scenes in this city on paper, and made this picture of the blue sky and white jade... I hope President Zhuang will not hesitate to give me some advice! "

Zhuang Mocheng opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

His attention had long been attracted by every detail in the painting.

All those present were practitioners.

Whether it's perception or control, they are already beyond the realm of mortals. Therefore, painting with similar shapes is no longer what they pursue.

The presence of gods in paintings is the first step for painting practitioners to enter this path.

But above the charm, what is pursued is the soul.

Above the soul is life.

When the things drawn by the pen come to life, it means that you have understood some of the true meaning of painting.

The life mentioned here is not just a description.

But reality exists.

If you are a master of painting, you can change whatever you paint, all of which are basic operations.

Draw a mountain and the mountain will appear before your eyes.

Draw a line of water and a big river will appear before your eyes.

It's about the application of the law.

It is also necessary to have a sufficient understanding of the true meaning of the painting.

At the level of Cao Xiu and Zhuang Mocheng, even giving life to the things they write is nothing.

All they want is true and false.

Or maybe it’s a lie!

This is the goal that practitioners of the Dao of Painting reach the same goal through different paths.

Cao Xiu's paintings are abstract and follow the path of seeking virtuality.

The intention is to return to reality and reach the legendary supreme state.

Zhuang Mocheng takes the road of truth-seeking, one step at a time, believing that only by basing himself on truth can he not be swallowed up by illusion and end up in vain.

The two seemed to have differences about the art of painting.

In fact, there are still differences about practice.

Each chose a path to go.

But no matter which path it takes, it's too difficult.

Even though they have been involved in nature and have been enlightened for many years, their progress is slow and they rarely have a clue.

But now.

The painting in front of him almost pushed the real in the two words virtual and real to the limit, reaching a level beyond his reach.

……

Zhuang Mocheng fell into it.

Having already forgotten why he came, when he walked close to the painting, he was immediately swallowed up by an invisible suction force.

The onlookers first exclaimed.

He thought that the prince had used some means and trap to arrest Zhuang Mocheng.

But take a closer look.

But I found that there were changes in the picture scroll.

On the street somewhere, there was a little man the size of a peacock. Judging from his appearance, he was Zhuang Mocheng.

"Is this...the universe in the painting? How old is Mr. Wang that he has already reached such a state?"

"No, no, no, although the universe in the painting is mysterious, President Zhuang is not an ordinary person. He can understand the universe in the painting. How could he be detained so easily?"

"..."

Everyone exclaimed and couldn't help but comment.

"Of course this is not the picture!"

At this time, an extremely clear and moving voice came in.

Everyone followed the sound.

I saw dozens of well-dressed and extraordinary young men and women, surrounded by a girl in purple, slowly walking into the Yuxuan Pavilion.

The girl in purple looked at the scroll hanging in mid-air, and her beautiful eyes looked at Wang Xiu with shock: "Buddhism calls it the Small Thousand Worlds, Taoism calls it the World in the Sleeve, when we draw the Tao...

Call it Shuiyuedongtian! "

The universe in the painting, no matter how wonderful it is, is only in the painting, and the pattern is limited.

The world in the water seems illusory, but it has its own cave. It is more than enough to fit into the world of ten directions.

This is the difference.

(End of this chapter)