Rich girl super master

Chapter 667 Fourth Grade Painter
"Young master Kong wrote a third-grade article in only 10 minutes. You really deserve to be a student of the Confucian family. Although your cultivation level is not up to the innate, but your status as a third-grade literary teacher alone is enough to make Xiaoxian I am in awe!" Long Changsheng nodded and smiled.

"Dragon Island Master is amazing!" Kong Liangchen was like an ancient son, but his eyes swept over Li Xingyun without leaving a trace. Obviously, he still cared about Li Xingyun very much.

Long Furong is a natural beauty, as beautiful as a fairy, who doesn't like it?

But Long Changsheng's attitude at noon seemed to have confirmed Li Xingyun.

Now, Li Xingyun has not written a single word, and it is estimated that he will not be able to write it. In this way, the score between him and Li Xingyun will be closer.

Li Xingyun lowered his head, there was still more than an hour anyway, and he was not in a hurry to write.

"Li Xingyun, come on!" Long Furong's voice came through the Heart-eating Gu.

Li Xingyun turned his head and looked around, and found that Long Furong was standing at the arch not far away, looking at him with his head, clenched his fists, cheering for him.

This scene made Li Xingyun stunned immediately. He thought of a few words in Luoshen Fu: Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising from the morning glow; Short and well-fitting, the shoulders are shaved, the waist is as plain as expected, the neck is extended and the neck is beautiful, the quality is exposed, the fragrance is not added, and the lead is beautiful...

"I can't compare to Cao Zhi, and I can't compare to those writers, so I will write an essay for you!"

Li Xingyun himself knows his own affairs, he has never thought about writing good articles, but it is still possible to write about his own feelings.

He picked up the pen and first wrote a title: Wang Furong.

Your beauty is like the stars in the night sky!

Your purity is like the moonlight and morning dew!

Your tenderness is like a warm day on the beach!

Your kindness is like clear mountains and green waters!

Your cuteness is like a bird and a magpie dancing on a willow!

Your fragility is like Lingbao Xiangyu!

you!
Make all words seem powerless!
If it weren't for drinking fine nectar and jade liquid often!
That must have come from nine days away!
As Li Xingyun wrote, the paper also changed. First, stars appeared in the night sky, and then a bright moon appeared. Then the sky brightened and the morning dew appeared. A red sun rose from the east and shone on the beach. , the red sun is gradually rising, and under the warm sun, there is a beautiful scenery of clear mountains and green waters, with birds frolicking on the swaying willow branches, which is too beautiful to behold.

Under the willow branches, beside the small river, there is another piece of flawless jade shining brightly in the sun.

Suddenly, the scenery changed drastically. The stars, bright moon, red sun, green mountains, green water, birds, and willows all condensed together and turned into a woman in colorful clothes.

This woman's form is faintly visible, but from the exquisite figure, it can be seen that she must be the best in the world, just like the Nine Heavens Xuannv who sings and drinks the fine nectar.

The woman danced on the paper, and the surrounding scenery slowly emerged, which further accentuated her perfection.

"Crench!"

The crime was actually unable to carry the weight of the article, and a gap was opened.

"Is it a product?" Li Xingyun was startled.

He originally thought that it was impossible for him to be casual, but he didn't expect that he actually gained weight, probably a few thousand catties.

Although it can't reach the second rank, it is still the top rank of the first rank.

"Who is this woman? Wang Furong? Could it be Long Furong?" Ai Xiaoshuang and the other girls were also puzzled, wishing that Li Xingyun was writing for herself.

However, when they realized it, they were jealous again.

"Hmph, Brother Xing hasn't written an article for us yet?" Ai Xiaoshuang pouted.

Long Furong over there was secretly delighted, no matter how Li Xingyun's article was, but he was able to write it for himself in public, which was enough to show his heart.

Moreover, in Long Furong's eyes, this article is a hundred times better than Kong Liangchen's "Wang Kunlun".

Kong Liangchen also didn't expect that Li Xingyun could write high-quality articles, but when he saw that it was only a first-class article, he curled his lips. Obviously, he felt that Li Xingyun was imitating himself, and even his name was a bit similar.

When the rest of the people saw this scene, they were also a little surprised, because the entry article was not written so casually, and plagiarism from the predecessors was not counted. They had to write it themselves in order to create a vision on the spot!
But everyone is a key person trained by their respective sects. They have been able to read and write since they were young, and have studied the two classics of Shinto and Taoism. In addition, modern education is also very developed, so articles can still be written.

In the end, Xiao Tianzuo, Wa Jun, and Fang Hao also managed to write an article that just entered the first rank.

In this game, there were only five of them left. Kong Liangchen scored three points, and the other four scored one point each.

Li Xingyun is already very satisfied. So far, his total score is seven points, followed by Kong Liangchen with six points, Fang Hao with four points, Japanese army with three points, and Xiao Tianzuo with two points.

Originally, Li Xingyun thought that the Japanese army or Xiao Tianzuo would become his strong opponents, but he didn't expect that Kong Liangchen, who was indifferent, was only one point away from him, which made him feel a little bit of a sense of crisis.

"The next competition will still take two hours. There are only four competitions today. Tomorrow there will be a competition between Dan Dao and Qi Dao!"

While Long Changsheng was speaking, disciples from Wolong Island had brought new pens, ink, paper and inkstones, as well as painting materials, and the broken tables were replaced with new ones.

"I'll tell you one more thing. It is rumored that Wu Daozi, the supreme Dao painter and sage of emptiness in the ancient land of Xianmeng, can draw ghosts to become ghosts, Buddhas to become Buddhas, and immortals to become immortals. Birds and beasts are like ghosts under his pen. Living things, if any of you can become a painter and plan to become a painter, you can join the disciples of the saint of painting in the future and start painting!" Long Changsheng said with a smile.

"Is Wu Daozi still alive? Why is he called Xu Sheng?" Li Xingyun asked curiously.

Everyone looked at Li Xingyun with contempt again, and all curled their lips.

Long Changsheng said: "You were not born in a famous sect, so it's not surprising that you don't know these things. Xu Sheng has not yet become a real saint, and Hua Dao has reached the peak of the ninth level, and he is only one step away from becoming a tenth-level saint, which is equivalent to a high-level saint. The pinnacle of gods, saints and gods are at the same level!"

"So that's it!" Li Xingyun became more curious about Wu Daozi, but he had more doubts in his heart. Wu Daozi was not dead, so did Li Bai, poet sage, Du Pu, calligrapher Wang Xizhi and others die? ?
It's just that it's inconvenient to ask more questions right now, Li Xingyun looked at the drawing paper and fell into deep thought, but he was thinking about the essence of painting in his mind.

Tong Tian Dao's painting skill has reached level nine, which is probably not much different from Wu Daozi's.

"The Tao of painting is the same as the Tao of writing. As long as you show your appearance, you can enter the product. You can learn from nature and get the source of your heart. Between the virtual and the real, you can perfectly present what you think in your heart! It is said that the map of mountains and rivers contains heaven and earth, nourishing the sky. Humans can transform all things, and it is estimated to be comparable to divine artifacts such as the Tongtian Stone. I don’t know if it really exists in the ancient land of the Immortal Alliance!"

Li Xingyun adjusted the ink while thinking. The ink prepared by Wolong Island is not ordinary ink. The ink contains spiritual energy, which is also called spirit ink. Even in the ancient land of Xianmeng, this kind of spirit ink is also very valuable. It can be seen that Wolong Island has invested a lot in this event.

"I still can't reach the realm of creating something out of nothing. If I want to paint something, I have to see it first, and I can feel it deeply through personal experience. The ink is black, so I can only paint black and white paintings. The white snake has been with me for the longest time. Then I Just draw a white snake!"

Drawing a white snake on white paper with ink is also a test of the artist.

Li Xingyun's eyes were focused on the spirit ink, and his mental power diffused out, turning the ink into a black mist, simulating a white snake in his mind, and the black ink mist slowly swayed on the paper.

In a moment, a white snake entangled on the paper appeared in everyone's sight.

However, in order to achieve a more realistic effect, Li Xingyun made his own idea and added modern three-dimensional techniques to Tianzi Li's painting techniques, making the white snake look like a living thing.

"Ang..." A cry resembling a dragon and not a dragon came from above the paper, and the white snake suddenly flew out of the paper, the paper became blank, reaching a height of tens of meters, turning into a giant snake tens of meters long , circling for a long time, before shrinking the body, retracting the paper, and turning into a coiled snake picture scroll again.

"There are gods and voices in the painting, this is already the strength of a third-grade painter!" Everyone sighed.

The first grade draws shape, the second grade draws spirit, and the third grade draws sound. The shape is easy to draw, but the spirit is difficult to draw, and it is even more difficult to have sound in the painting.

"No, didn't you see it just now? When the white snake flew into the sky, the paper was blank without any ink. This is clearly the realm of painting that can only be possessed by a fourth-grade painter!"

Paintings from paintings are the things that are painted, which can exist for a long time without paper, referred to as Lihuajing for short.

"It's not completely out of the realm of painting, it can only be said to be very close. The white snake was forced to return after leaving the drawing paper for a moment!"

"What's not counted? Even if you leave it at your fingertips, that is the realm that only a fourth-level painter can have. It can only be said that Li Xingyun's cultivation base is too low. In the future, if his cultivation base improves, it will naturally make the things from the painting last longer!"

Discussions have already begun below, but Li Xingyun can be sure that his painting skills must have reached the third-rank realm.

Li Xingyun, who has received his inheritance, can really paint with inkjet.

The rest of the people sighed when they saw that Li Xingyun was able to draw objects without painting, and even Kong Liangchen could only sigh at himself.

However, Kong Liangchen also knew that he was at a disadvantage because his mental power was not as good as Li Xingyun's. His mental power had not yet entered the innate level. Although he managed to write a third-rank article, he knew very well that that kind of insight could not be obtained anytime, anywhere. , has far exceeded his usual realm.

"Hey, looking at Kunlun is just a piece of lyrical writing. Although it has a strong effect on training my soul, it doesn't help my body training at all. I don't want to become a god after death, so I have to write a good one. It’s just that body training articles are too difficult!” Kong Liangchen’s mind is already in a mess, and the paintings he made are not as good as those in his peak period.

(End of this chapter)