Because I'm Afraid Of Pain, I Put All My Defenses On

"Wang, boy, why are you talking to your Er Gouzi?"

"I don't care whose dog it is, and don't care about the occasion when it talks nonsense." Xia Chuan also said flatly.

"During painting, don't make any noise."

Wang Ruoxian frowned slightly. Creation requires inspiration and energy, and should not be disturbed.

Everyone calmed down their anger and began to concentrate on painting.

Seeing the surrounding monks frowning, holding their breath, and their pens flying like dragons and snakes, Li Xiaobai and Er Gouzi stared at the pen and paper in their hands in a daze, not knowing what to draw.

"Er Gouzi, do you have painting in your bloodline?" Li Xiaobai said in a low voice.

"Master Er Gouzi is such a supreme existence, he spends his whole life on benefiting mankind, how can he spend his time on this kind of plaything." Er Gouzi rolled his eyes, expressing his disdain.

Li Xiaobai was speechless, so why did you pretend to be half-salted just now, and even asked for a pair of calligraphy.

It was my own face that I lost in a while.

A vision protruded from Xia Jian's seat beside him, circles of white light flickered, and a large picture scroll unfolded in the void.

In the void, a thatched house, a candlestick, and a candle exude a simple and profound atmosphere.

A young man in white held a scripture scroll and frowned, as if he was reciting something. After a long time, he put down the scripture scroll in his hand and sighed.

"Vision, it is rumored that the state of mind can only be triggered when it reaches a certain level. This is the first time it has happened."

"This is... a deviant map!"

"This vision is a part of Zhenyuan Daxian's life back then. In the early years, it was rumored that Zhenyuan Daxian had doubts about the records in the scriptures, disagreed with the sage's words, and walked a path that violated Confucianism. Young Master Xia was able to comprehend Such an artistic conception is truly a genius!"

"It's a pity that it's only a corner of the map of deviantism. If I can comprehend the complete deviantness, I'm afraid it will be a blessing for me in the Northern Territory!"

Xia Jian's hands kept moving, sketching strokes, and the vision above his head gradually blurred, turning into an ancient aura that merged into his body, pushing his spirit to its peak in an instant.

A stroke of pen and ink turned into a trace of the Dao and was engraved in the void. Even if they did not use their cultivation, many monks present still felt that their chests were out of breath.

As expected of a monk who has received the inheritance of the Zhenyuan Kingdom, at this age he already has the potential to be powerful, and the future is limitless.

Before everyone came back to their senses, there was another burst of brilliance in the void. A woman wrapped in white was lying on the table, and in front of her was a dotted chess board, but there were no chess pieces on the chessboard, but creatures of various shapes.

"This is the vision of Theravada Sect!"

"The stars are scattered all over the world, and everything in the world is used as a chess game. How courageous this must be!"

"I didn't expect that the fairy of the Wang family also comprehended the vision. She is so talented that she can be called a monster!"

The monks are a little crazy. Once the vision comes out, it is no longer considered a painting, but a competition of their own moods and artistic conceptions. The vision shows, and the most intuitive feeling of each other's xinxing cultivation is the most intuitive. Silent preaching.

If you can learn something from it, you will benefit endlessly.

Li Xiaobai's heart is surrounded, and he can't understand the operations of these people at all.

Painting is just painting, what do you want to do with such a fancy dress, can making a vision help you paint or what?

Half an hour was up in the blink of an eye, Li Xiaobai stopped writing, and looked at the little broken dog beside him. A landscape painting of a dog climbing was full, with a few crooked lines, and the picture looked horrible.

"Xia is not talented, she's making a fool of herself!"

Xia Jian shook the scroll in his hand, and a picture of a pilgrimage appeared in front of people.

In the center of the picture, a man in white clothes is holding a scripture in his hand, surrounded by thousands of people coming to court. Although he is a scholar, he has the power to look down on all living beings in the world.

The strong will penetrates the paper and directs at everyone.

The theme of the party is a pilgrimage, but the painting is a pilgrimage. This Xia Jian is suspected of calling himself a saint. He is a bit arrogant, but he also has capital. Everyone has seen the vision just now, and they don't feel anything wrong.

"Young Master Xia has a lofty artistic conception. We are obsessed with appearances, but Young Master Xia clarified the core of this meeting directly. We gathered here to seek knowledge and vision. Scholars serve as spiritual guides, and they are truly compatible and admired."

"That's right. The will in this painting is already separated from the paper. If you don't have enough xinxing, you may be hurt by it. This painting is similar to the chaotic spring and autumn of Zhenyuan Daxian in the past!"

A supporter of the Xia family took the lead in commenting, and directly praised Xia Jian to the sky.

It is rumored that Zhenyuan Daxian can mess up the age with a stroke, fill the ocean with a drop of ink, has a strong will, and can kill with just his eyes.

Li Xiaobai was dumbfounded when he heard this, he was obviously just trying to put on a show, the person who commented was also a talent, he just found out the philosophy of life from this aggressive picture.

Looking at the rest of the monks, they were all lost in thought, and even nodded frequently, even appreciating the remarks.

"Mr. Xia's paintings are profound and skillful, and my daughter admires them. I dare to ask Mr. Xia to appreciate them."

Wang Ruoxian also shook the scroll in his hand, wisps of mist filled the scroll, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers could be vaguely heard in the scroll, this is a realistic painting.

It completely and perfectly reproduced the hundreds of people present at the party. Whether it was clothing, demeanor and posture, they all fit perfectly, and even Er Gouzi was drawn in.

Such keen insight can be called terrifying. The most rare thing is that in just half an hour, you can observe the charm of everyone present.

As expected of a disciple of Theravada Sect.

"Fairy Wang Family, it's so terrifying!"

"Such insight is worthy of being a woman who can comprehend the stars!"

"It looks like a painting, but it's actually showing us your cultivation!"

The crowd exclaimed again, Wang Ruoxian covered his face and chuckled, "It's ridiculous, it's not worth showing."

"I don't know about Boss Ye's masterpiece, but it's ready?"

Xia Liu asked strangely from the side, but he could see it clearly just now, Li Xiaobai scratched his ears and cheeks, obviously he didn't know anything about painting.

"Wang, you weak chickens, hurry up and admire your master Er Gouzi's masterpiece!"

Er Gouzi stretched out the drawing paper, and a simplified version of the picture of chickens flying and dogs jumping was presented in front of everyone. The distorted lines looked childish.

"I didn't expect Boss Ye's dog to have such a personality. It's rare for spirit beasts to paint."

"The Hinayana sect has a swallowing python, cultivated in the Nascent Soul stage, with great wisdom, and can also speak out people's words, but it has always been rebellious and has an aversion to humans. Compared with Boss Ye's dog, it is so well-behaved. It's a lot worse."

"Wang, you are the dog, your whole family is a dog, and your second dog is the supreme existence!"

Er Gouzi has an unfriendly expression on his face. Although he can't tell what breed he is, he never admits that he is a dog. This is a matter of dignity.

Li Xiaobai covered its mouth, this poor dog is too embarrassing, and it sounds terrible when it speaks.

"Okay, Liang Chen has a feeling today, the sword is swaying, and he has made a good painting, but I don't know if there are any real young talents who know how to appreciate it."