Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Fireworks are easy to be cold, this song is originally an abyss of artistic conception, the song is beautiful and sad, and the sound of Ling Tian's piano instantly touched everyone.

Especially the Crown Prince who came up with this topic, now his eyes are dull, and he is addicted to the sound of the music.

In the hall, the expressions of Cui Yan and Manager Li and others have changed, but they are still able to hold on to themselves, but Li Qingcheng’s expression has changed drastically, and a trace of sorrow emerges, seeming to miss , And reluctant to give up.

Outside the hall, the expressions on the faces of the guards were even more different, but none of them escaped the influence of Ling Tian's piano sound.

The Li Ang who was painting, forcibly escaped from the sound of Ling Tian's piano, and closed his hearing with his vitality, before he could concentrate on painting.

And Cui Chenxiang stood in the hall, directly surrounded by the sound of the piano.

The deepness and purity of the guitar, the fireworks are easy to chill and tremble, so that Cui Chenxiang indulged. She stretched her lithe and graceful body, like a peony blooming on a ruined city wall, with a scent of fragrance. It's warm, the great hall that has been blown cold by the drizzle and breeze.

In the sky above the great hall, the wind is getting worse, a huge Great City illusory shadow slowly emerges, and a pink flower bud illusory shadow also quietly blooms above the great hall.

have the words at hand, it becomes a natural phenomenon.

People don't know when Ling Tian's piano sound stopped.

Only after the reverberation has been around for a long time, one after another from the indulge, spirit slowly recovers.

At this time, the natural phenomenon above the great hall has disappeared, and Ling Tian had already collected the piano and stood, but Cui Chenxiang in the hall was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, unable to Stand up.

The entire great hall, Cui Chenxiang, is even more addicted than Crown Prince.

She didn't know what kind of dance she herself danced. From beginning to end, she followed her heart to dance. Until now, she has not been able to escape from that emotion.

As a Martial Artist, Cui Chenxiang, I lost myself...

"Agarwood!"

Above the great hall, the Crown Prince flew over Next, tenderly shouted, shaking the entire great hall, and then suddenly slapped Cui Chenxiang on the back, shaking away the lingering sound of Cui Chenxiang, and this awakened Cui Chenxiang.

"Agarwood, you are fascinated..."

Concubine Crown Prince helped Cui Chenxiang up. The latter was already limp and unable to stand on his own for a while.

But Cui Chenxiang still had a smile on her face, and said weakly: "Crown Prince Princess Empress, that song is really nice..."

"You fool... ."

Cui Rouer shook his head helplessly, and asked the maid to hold Cui Chenxiang and sit down.

At this time, Ang Lee, who has turned off his hearing, is also finished painting.

Ling Tian took a look and found that Li An’s painting was similar to what he had imagined. It was a scene looking at the city wall in the sky, beside a bright moon in the sky, there was a dim flower Fireworks.

The painting technique is still quite good, lifelike, the layout is also very good, very artistic.

The so-called painting can communicate with the spirit and the words can be conspicuous.

This painting can affect the mind when people look at it, but it hasn't reached the realm of consonance yet.

Not to mention, a piano tune with Ling Tian and Cui Chenxiang’s Jinghong Yiwu, mention on equal terms.

However, Ang Lee is standing there with the pen, and he hasn't finished the topic for a long time.

In the end, Ang Lee shook his head and stepped back from the case with a sigh.

"What?"

General Manager Li looked towards the retreating Li An, frowning.

"Adoptive Father, the child's heart is messed up! I can't realize where the essence of Crown Prince is and where it means. Therefore, I can't leave the topic..."

, Is also quite annoying.

His painting is very close to completion, but it's just a little too close to being psychic.

He understands that even if the problem is solved, it still won't work.

It can be said that when Ling Tian and Cui Chenxiang's performance shook the Heaven and Earth natural phenomenon, he had already lost his ambition to win.

Crown Prince stepped down from Dragon Throne, stood in front of the case and glanced at it, but it was also nodded.

"Don't say, Li An's paintings are indeed named not in vain. No wonder you can see your works in the major poetry and painting societies in Chang'an."

Crown Prince groaned, but then continued: "Yes, there is one thing missing in your painting."

Speaking of Crown Prince, he picked up the pen on the case, stood with the spirit ink, and put it on the paper. It turned out to be painted again.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, all astonished, didn't expect, this Crown Prince will personally end.

But astonishment returns astonishment, Ling Tian and the others still surrounded them.

Just after looking at it for a while, Ling Tian's heart was stunned.

This Crown Prince is definitely not a mortal!

Ling Tian said in one's heart secretly.

Although the Crown Prince looks ugly, the cultivation base battle strength is average.

But the casual temperament and the shocking imposing manner show the pride and sharpness hidden under the ordinary appearance of the Crown Prince.

Furthermore, the few strokes of Crown Prince made the painting begin to shine, and everyone could feel a faint wind and drizzle blowing out of the painting, making everyone even feel it. Can't tell if it is the rain in the painting or the rain outside the temple!

This painting is surprisingly powerful!

Ling Tian fixed his eyes and suddenly discovered that Crown Prince first added a tree swaying in the wind outside the city wall in the picture, and then a military commander wearing a mottled Battle Armor sit cross-legged. Under the tree, looking at the city wall, with an ancient zither on his lap, he seemed to be in a long sigh...

But at this time, Crown Prince glanced at Ling Tian, ​​and the latter immediately understood. , Strumming on the guitar in his hand, a melody of fireworks easily cold rises.

Crown Prince suddenly swiftly painted the ancient zither, and then used a faint red ink to outline an illusory, dancing figure on the distant city wall ...

The pen falls, and the rays of light are drawn, illuminating the entire great hall.

Everyone found that the scenery and people in the painting seemed to be alive. They could see the smoke and breeze on the city wall, the shadows dancing, the generals playing the piano, and even I can hear a long sigh in the wind, and the long-lasting piano sound...

"Almost, how do I solve this question?"

But, Crown Prince It also seems to stop at the end.

"His Royal Highness, I'll try..."

At this time, Ling Tian stepped forward, lifted up a small pin, touched the spirit ink, and started writing.

"Ling Tian, ​​you are bold!"

Mr. Li and Li An are both in a hurry. This is a painting that he and Crown Prince created together. It is such a remarkable painting. Let it go. , It is bound to be famous, how can Ling Tian be so damaged?

They can't believe that Ling Tian is also proficient in calligraphy and painting!

This is just nonsense!

Even Princess Crown Prince and Cui Chenxiang have brows.

Ling Tian’s piano art is almost magical, but this writing...

Among the crowd, I’m afraid Li Qingcheng is the most calm, others may not know, but He knew that a poem and character by Ling Tian made Chen Xuanling impressed by it.

The same is true for Crown Prince. At the moment when Ling Tian wrote the pen, he saw that Ling Tian was definitely not a nonsense, waved his hand, and blocked Manager Li's mouth.

Ling Tian abandons the spirit and directly writes in the artistic conception of the words.

The rain is torrential, and the old valley is deep with vegetation.

I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the piano in the suburbs of the city fell on the fireworks gradually sinking.

Fate put down roots, it’s us.