Mysterious Human Race Emperor

"Not only Kangxi, but the Shaogu master of the Golden Devil Valley was also beheaded by the devil emperor. The precious son was killed, and the master of the Golden Devil Valley will not let it go!"

"The Valley Master of the Golden Devil Valley? He is the cultivation base of a half-step king, and it is said that he is about to break through to the king!"

"There are ants under the king! Only by becoming a king can you be considered a real strong man, and have a foothold in troubled times!"

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The guests on the top floor of Huatianju were discussing and chatting, and soon they changed to another topic, and all turned their attention to the group of scribes on the top floor.

A group of writers who spanned thousands of years of Chinese history gathered in one place. Although they had a good chat about wine, they all stared at the wall in unison.

On the white wall that is several meters long, a large picture of mountains and rivers with magnificent scenery is drawn, which seems to contain a universe.

The mountains are covered with fog, wanting to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sky.

The layout of his paintings is rigorous and tidy, the shapes and colors are real and vivid, the mountains are majestic, the stones are firm, the clefts are split with axe, the brushwork is strong, and the ink is dripping.

In front of the painting, a handsome man wearing a jade crown and black hair like waterfalls, with a slim robe and a wolf's hair in his hand, looked at the painting with a dignified expression.

Scribes, from time to time some people put forward their opinions, but they were rejected by others, and everyone kept shaking their heads.

"What's going on here……?"

"On the wall, that's a painting by Tang Bohu! Tang Bohu's painting accomplishments are amazing, and he has the talent of a human being.

After drinking that day, he suddenly got some inspiration, splashed ink, and made this painting, but he always felt that the painting was lacking, and wanted to understand the shortcomings of this painting. "

"Su Shi, Bai Juyi, Li Mu and others heard about this, and they all came here to watch the painting. Therefore, it turned out to be a gathering of scholars that spanned thousands of years. Unfortunately, no one has been able to solve the shortcomings of this painting until now."

"If someone can decipher this painting, their accomplishments will surpass everyone else's."

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"What's missing..."

Tang Bohu looked sad, holding a wolf hair brush in his hand, the ink on it had been air-dried for a long time, but he still kept pacing in front of the wall, not knowing where to start.

He was comprehending a magical power, and got a kind of inspiration. In a wonderful state, he drew the landscape picture scroll from it.

This painting is beyond his life painting attainments, but it makes him feel that the painting is lacking. He knows that once he realizes the lack in the painting, he will go one step further and fully understand the magical power of painting.

Comprehension of supernatural powers is the most difficult, and some mysterious supernatural powers are even enough to comprehend for a hundred years. After all, others do not have the terrifying aptitude of Dongfang Chen, and it is difficult to cultivate.

The white-haired old man in black clothes with silver stripes and a jade belt around his waist, with a strange face and eyes like morning light, gently stroked his beard and smiled lightly: "Bo Hu, this painting is like a cloud and mist, only one piece can be used to remove it. hand, can make this painting flawless."

The white-haired old man in black clothes with silver stripes and a jade belt around his waist, with a strange face and eyes like morning light, gently stroked his beard and smiled lightly: "Bo Hu, this painting is like a cloud and mist, only one piece can be used to remove it. hand, can make this painting flawless."

The white-haired old man is the Tang Dynasty poet, Bai Juyi.

"Yes."

Another peaceful old man with black hair and black beard could not help but nodded slightly.

Su Dongpo, a writer of the Song Dynasty.

When he saw this painting for the first time, he was amazed, and when he tasted it carefully, he seemed to be in a daze, missing something.

"The one who can solve the shortcomings of this painting must be a genius who is unparalleled in the past and has unparalleled skills in painting."

"Wu Daozi may be able to see something."

".~ Rumor has it that in modern times there was a man named Qi Baishi, who painted the artistic conception of Taoism, which can be called unparalleled."

All the scribes expressed their incapacity and could not explain the shortcomings in this painting.

The other diners were just watching a lively event.

Dongfang Chen looked at Nannan, smiled and said, "See, is there something missing?"

"It seems that there is a breath of air."

Nan Nan will answer her own thoughts truthfully.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Dongfang Chen couldn't help showing a hint of surprise.

In the previous life, Tang Bohu took three years to decipher this painting. When he deciphered it, it was also when he had an epiphany, and he cultivated his supernatural powers to become famous.

Later, he met Tang Bohu, who once had a drink with him, talked about it, and joked about how he accidentally solved the flaws in the painting at that time.

He could not have imagined that Nan Nan would be able to speak out (Qian Li's) so quickly. The talent of a young girl is admirable, and she deserves to be a ruthless empress in the future.

"If I don't participate in this painting, I will stay here forever!"

Tang Bohu's eyes were burning, he made up his mind, grabbed a jug of wine, and took a sip, as if a flame was burning in his body.

He knew that if he could decipher this painting, it would be of great help to the magical power he practiced.

All the scribes sighed, but they were all helpless.

Suddenly, a figure walked by and grabbed Tang Bohu's wrist.

Looking at the handsome young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, Tang Bohu was stunned and asked in confusion, "This, you are..."

The surrounding scribes and diners were also blank, not knowing what the young man was going to do.

Dongfang Chen smiled and took the brush from Tang Bohu's hand.