I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 6

The golden light is mighty, and it shoots the bullfighting, straight to the sky.

Hundreds of millions of stars appeared together, competing with the sun for glory.

"Scroll of Mythology! The scroll of God's painting has been born! My dzi bead! Why did my dzi bead suddenly lose its sense?"

"Your Highness, the old man wants to go there in person, Your Highness will wait later!"

After the words of the middle-aged man in black robe fell, he had disappeared in place without a trace.

Standing there, King Duan raised his head to look at the billions of stars in the sky, and there was a blue curtain inlaid with countless sparkling diamonds, which was beautiful and colorful.

A shock of wind and rain made ghosts and gods howl.

With Huo Taixian's last stroke, the whole world trembled, and all the demons and ghosts cried.

An indescribable palpitation poured into the hearts of countless powerful beings.

"Time passed by, just when the bead completely dissipated and Huo Taixian was about to run out of energy, the last stroke in the scroll was drawn, and an illusory and hazy picture scroll appeared in Huo Taixian's eyes." on the body.

At the moment when the last stroke stopped, the scroll lines on Huo Taixian's body twisted, as if he had come alive at this moment, swimming away like a spirit snake.

The wonderful power blessed by the Three Treasures of Essence, Qi and God, like a flood dragon that has been lurking for many years, suddenly drilled out of the dark hole and poured into the countless lines.

The lines on Huo Taixian's body twisted and turned, and the picture scroll came to life at this moment, and it reacted with the way of heaven, and a strange force descended from somewhere and poured into the picture scroll.

Then the lines on Huo Taixian's body floated out of thin air, suspended around his body, and under the blessing of the power of the sky and the earth, turned into a scroll.

The material of the scroll is unknown, and the two ends of the scroll are decorated with jade scrolls. It is pure white and flawless, shining brightly.

On the scroll, an illusory and hazy figure, with colorful lights flashing behind it, and within the colorful lights, there are five hazy patterns of the body, which are branded on the scroll.

At the same time, a vision soared into the sky, clearly visible for millions of miles around.Millions of miles away, dark ghosts weeping and howling, and countless visions came one after another at this time.

A vision shot out from the jade shaft, a gust of wind blew by, and the grass and trees in a radius of ten miles grew crazily. The dry old tree sprouted tender branches, and the weeds that were broken by the shaft of the car now grew leaves again. .

Even the carriage made of old wood that is unknown how many years old is now full of vitality, and green branches are pulled out.

"Vision: Spring breeze at the bottom of the pen!"

"Draw as: Creation!"

Two thoughts flashed through Huo Taixian's mind.

If a monk's painting is original and recognized by heaven and earth, a vision will inevitably come down to celebrate.And "spring breeze at the bottom of the brush" is just one of the visions.

But "creation" is the division of picture scroll levels.

There are various grades of picture scrolls, such as jade scrolls, gold scrolls, legends, and immortality.He has never heard of a picture scroll at the level of creation.

Although the jade scroll is the lowest level of picture scroll, it has already entered the top grade. This is the realm that many painting masters and masters have dreamed of all their lives.

How many master-level masters may not turn out a jade scroll in a lifetime, but can only paint other people's picture scrolls.

It's like a master of a certain writers' association. Although the characters he writes have master-level skills, asking him to create a font is almost as difficult as climbing the sky, and the right time and place are indispensable.

But Huo Taixian was stunned at this time, creation?What grade is that?
Chang'an City

Chang'an Academy of Painting
On a certain mountain near the water, carved beams and painted palaces and palaces undulate in the clouds and mist, and lights flicker in the mountains. Countless students bow their heads and hold pens and inks to paint quietly.

If you stand on the mountain, you can see the hundreds of millions of lights in Chang'an City below the mountain, and the entire Chang'an City is under your eyes.

At the top of the academy, in a resplendent palace, a row of candles as thick as a baby's arm were lit, making the entire hall look like daylight.

Under the light, a young man in white clothes, about 20 years old, holding a slender pen in his hand, is gently embellishing the mountains and rivers on the drawing board.

The mountains and rivers are majestic, and the river is surging. In the night, all the lights of Chang'an are dotted on it, which looks lifelike and immersive.

It was impossible to tell whether it was the hundreds of millions of lights in Chang'an City outside that fell on the drawing board, or the lights on that drawing board were scattered in the world.

Beside the young man, an old man in Tsing Yi quietly looked at the picture scroll of the young man, nodding his head slightly from time to time, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Accompanied by the embellishment of the young man's pen, the picture scroll has a gleam of light, the landscape on it is constantly twisted, and the lines are faintly jumping, as if it has come to life.

Seeing that the picture scroll was shaking continuously, and the phantom of a lotus flower slowly gathering in the void, the old man in green beside him also nodded in satisfaction seeing this.

Seeing that the vision in the void became more and more real, and the vision became more and more realistic, at this moment, the young man paused:

"Unfortunately, it's still a little too late."

The vision disintegrated, and the hall returned to darkness.Only the candlelight flickered slowly.

"Your mind is disturbed. Going down the mountain before and being anonymous has had too much impact on you. But fortunately, you still have time! You have survived ten years, and the last few days are not bad!" the old man in Tsing Yi said. Open your mouth slowly.

"Yeah, I have survived ten years. Gathering Chang'an's ten-year painting fortune is to accumulate momentum and help me break through the sky. There are still three days before the ten-year period. I am impatient! Three days Afterwards, it will be time for me to swallow all the great luck in Chang'an and use Chang'an as the cornerstone of my enlightenment." Wang Gaoqiu held up the pen holder, looked at the scroll of Chang'an in front of him, and a satisfied smile appeared in his eyes.

As the seed of the Academy of Natural Painting, why did he stay dormant in an ordinary academy like Chang'an Academy for ten years?In order to cast a peerless foundation.

After ten years of dormancy, it is only three days before it breaks out of its cocoon and becomes a butterfly.

"You are already very good. No one in the younger generation can surpass you. Even those arrogances in Shengjing can't compare to you. Chang'an's ten-year painting luck is the foundation of your myth. The mistake is not for ten years Chang'an Universiade, you have long been a world-renowned master." The old man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, his eyes were full of satisfaction:
"There is a bird in the south of Fu. It has not had wings for three years. It does not fly or sing. It is silent. What is the name?" Then, even though there is no flying, the flying will soar to the sky; even if there is no singing, the singing will be astonishing. When you enter the class, seize the good fortune of Chang'an, and forge the foundation of mythology, you can follow me back to the Academy of Natural Painting. At that time, the old man will personally accept you as a disciple .”

"I feel that I don't need to wait another three days. I can enter the product today." Wang Gaoqiu smiled: "The patriarch has been planning for the disciple for ten years. How can a mere ant-like figure affect my mind? Besides, the day before yesterday, my aunt did it for me. I brought you Anshenxiang."

As Wang Gaoqiu spoke, he took out a golden incense stick from his sleeve and presented it in front of the old man.

"This is the natural treasure that the Emperor Taizu refined the map of the country and the country and seized all the good fortune of China. Even if a incense stick is a myth, you can't ask for it. It has been 8000 years since the founding of the Emperor Taizu. At least, the royal family never goes out, and only the emperor can enjoy it. Your aunt treats you really well, even the emperor's tribute can be obtained." Li Wenfang was dressed in Tsing Yi, looking at the incense in his hand, his eyes revealed A look of disbelief.

Even the godfather of the Academy of Natural Painting, this tranquilizing incense is a treasure that cannot be sought.

"Master, please light it for the disciple. Today, the disciple will use this incense to enter the product, win Chang'an's ten-year great fortune, and win the legendary "Chang'an Map", and create the foundation of mythology for the disciple." Wang Gaoqiu said.

"It's too extravagant, too wasteful! You will definitely be able to enter it in three days, so why waste this treasure?" Li Wenfang's eyes were full of reluctance.

"The Academy of Natural Painting is about to open. I have taken the Chang'an map and I still need time to polish the foundation. I don't want to wait any longer. Besides, with the help of this treasure, I can create a perfect foundation at the level of mythology." Wang Gaoqiu said.

Hearing this, Li Wenfang didn't say any more, but lit the Anshen incense with regret and regret, and inserted it into the incense burner: "You princes and princes are too extravagant."

Wang Gaoqiu didn't answer, just held his breath, watching the lights in Chang'an, until a ray of morning sun rose from the sky, and the Anshen incense was halfway lit, only to see him suddenly pick up the pen and ink on the table, and write quickly like flying.

As Wang Gaoqiu wrote the pen, lights appeared on the scroll, and a strange fluctuation diffused between the heaven and the earth, drifted out from the scroll, and diffused towards the mountains of Chang'an Academy of Painting. Then, as Wang Gaoqiu wrote the pen, the scroll Opportunities continue to spread, if waves sweep across the plains, pass through countless mountains and rivers, and head towards Chang'an City.

But in a moment, the opportunity crashed into Chang'an City, turned into every household in Chang'an City, dispersed in every street and every corner of Chang'an City.

At this moment, Chang'an City buzzed, and the void distorted, resonating with that opportunity.

The entire Chang'an City suddenly lost its color. At this time, Chang'an City is like a colorful picture scroll, and all the colors on it have been stripped away by that opportunity.

The opportunities of thousands of households were gathered in Chang'an City at this time, turning into a dreamy and hazy scroll, constantly distorting the void, as if it was about to be peeled off from Chang'an City.

Countless people have been immobilized by the immobilization method, and their bodies are fixed there, unable to move.Time in the entire Chang'an City seemed to stop passing, and all sounds and time were deprived of that opportunity.

At the same time, in the Chang'an county government office not far away, a picture scroll hanging on the screen of the county government office suddenly shook, and immeasurable divine light shot out from it, rushing out of the county government office to illuminate the entire street.Fight against the opportunity in the dark.

County government backyard
A middle-aged man was reviewing papers at this time, feeling the divine light from the outside world, he couldn't help standing up in shock:

"Jiangshan Sheji Map Sensation? Someone is stealing Chang'an fortune!"

"A daring lunatic who dares to steal the scroll of Chang'an and the vitality of all sentient beings in Chang'an. He is so courageous. Aren't you afraid that Ren Huangzhen will kill you?"

"Come here, quickly mobilize Chang'an to suppress this person!" The county magistrate turned pale with shock.

(End of this chapter)