Peerless Taoist

The picture slowly unfolded, and a heroic spirit emerged from it.

I saw a virtual shadow of a sage in Confucian clothes coming out of the picture, his eyes bright and upright.

As soon as the virtual shadow of Wensheng appeared, it was shrouded in white light.

"My painting, you can stick to a incense stick!" the guest in the pool said in a deep voice.

He has determined that Lu Yu is ghost Xiu.

The literary sage of Confucianism and Taoism is fatal to ghost cultivation.

Many ghost practitioners may disappear if they encounter the magic weapon of the literary saint. Therefore, ghost practitioners and Confucianism have always been the same.

Chu yuruo couldn't help but say, "senior, you have taken out a painting before. According to the rules, as long as Wang Chen can watch a incense stick, he will pass the customs. Isn't it bad for you to take out a new painting like this!"

Before, the guests in the pool only said that they could watch the painting with incense, but did not say how to use it.

Lu Yu's destruction of the painting is not a violation of the rules.

The guest in the pool sneered: "in my Qujiang pool, I am the rule!"

Chu yuruo still wants to argue, but Lu Yu suddenly stops him.

"You should have seen Wensheng from a distance before, so this painting is a bit standard." Lu Yu looked at the painting in front of him.

The guest in the pool said in a deep voice, "look at this picture. Just look at a incense stick."

If you are a ghost monk, watching the portrait of Wen Sheng during the incense burning time may directly destroy the gods and souls.

Lu Yu said with a faint smile, "I just praised you. In my opinion, your painting is still empty and clumsy."

what!

The guest in the pool said angrily, "you don't know anything, what do you know!"

People who have always attended Qujiang banquet can't decipher the paintings of Chi Zhongke, so he is also proud of it.

Only Lu Yu, a newcomer, scolded the guests in the pool, which made him unbearable.

"The reason why Wensheng is strong is not how tall his image is, but his internal erudition. After years of accumulation, the spirit of Chinese burst out, drinking Qi into a sword, spitting words and killing people."

Lu Yu said faintly, "ordinary people deliberately enlarge their image in order to show their respect for the literary saint. In fact, many literary saints are just like ordinary people. They may have incomplete limbs, some even ugly faces, but the only constant is their boldness."

"Because of the great spirit, even if they look unbearable, some people will still respect and admire him. And your picture is just a perfect portrait, without any literary spirit."

Lu Yu looked directly at the saint Wen in the portrait and said in a deep voice, "there are flowers in the mirror, water and moon in the air."

This sentence, every word, seems to cause a certain force between heaven and earth to vibrate.

Lu Yu mastered the rules of Confucianism and Taoism. He is the master of Confucianism and Taoism and a saint of literature.

A fake saint in a portrait sees a real saint.

He is ashamed of himself and melts into heaven and earth.

Puff!

The fire appeared. For a moment, the portrait began to burn out of thin air.

"You dare to burn my painting!" the guest in the pool was so angry that he stretched out his hand to save the painting burning in the air.

However, the painting burned very fast. Before he could save it, it fell directly into the hands of the guests in the pool and turned into ashes.

In less than a short time, the two paintings were buried in front of Lu Yu.

The guests in the pool could no longer contain the roar of their hearts, and a strong threat swept the whole pavilion directly.

"If you dare to destroy my painting, you won't want to leave alive today."