Rebirth of the soul rekindles the dream of the beauty of the country

Rulong asked Su Xiaoyu to come on stage. Su Xiaoyu came to the stage gracefully. Lantian Shengzi saw that she was a great beauty. Although he admired Su Xiaoyu's peerless beauty, he felt that she was still slightly inferior to Murong Xue, at least she lacked some nobility, so he said directly and bluntly: "I don't compete with women. It's not fair to win. You can go down."

When Rulong heard this, he laughed in his heart. This Saint of the Blue Sky thought that women were more clever and dexterous, and that they would definitely be stronger than Qin Zheng and the other two if they were sent up, so he didn't want to compete with them and deliberately found a high-sounding excuse.

The Holy Son of the Blue Sky came to challenge Qin Zheng and the other two. He was unwilling and it was difficult to force him, so Su Xiaoyu had to fly back to the Qingshan Sect.

Murong Xue said to Rulong, "Don't you know a little about music, chess, calligraphy and painting? Go ahead."

Qin Zheng and the other three looked at Rulong eagerly. Rulong thought, it seems that today is the day to let his artistic flower shine, so he went ahead and Rulong felt a little heroic.

So Rulong flew to the ring, and before the Blue Sky Saint could speak, he said, "Blue Sky Saint, White Cloud Saint has been defeated by me, do you dare to fight?"

Rulong provoked Lantian Shengzi right from the start. Lantian Shengzi naturally had to be proud. He dared to fight Baiyun Shengzi. Did he not dare to fight if Baiyun Shengzi lost? Besides, he didn't believe that Rulong's chess skills were so superb, and his calligraphy could be equally brilliant.

The Blue Sky Saint said, "Okay, since they nominated you, if I defeat you, I will also defeat them, saving me the trouble."

Then the Saint Son of the Blue Sky used the sky as paper, his divine thoughts as a pen, and his spiritual energy as a shape. The sky was constantly flashing with vigorous and elegant cursive script. In Rulong's opinion, the Saint Son of the Blue Sky's calligraphy was unique, and the monks around him applauded again and again.

Seeing this, Rulong thought that if Su Xiaoyu was allowed to compete, she would most likely lose, after all, Lantian Shengzi's performance was very popular. Anyway, there were no judges, it was just a show to gain influence.

Of course, that kind of operation would not be difficult for Rulong. First of all, Rulong's spiritual power was no worse than that of an ordinary Jindan realm cultivator. His strength could be called that of a Jindan realm cultivator, but it would expose some of his strength.

I saw that Rulong also used the sky as paper, his divine thoughts as a brush, and his spiritual energy as ink.

A line of words in different styles appeared instantly. There were seven big characters "Qingshan Zong Danfeng must win" written in the sky, but each character had a different style, including cursive, semi-cursive, official, regular, running, semi-cursive, and Song style.

It’s just that each style has its own demeanor and can be called a model.

Of course, if Rulong incorporates the charm of Yan style, Liu style, Mao style and other masters, it would be strange if it didn't amaze everyone.

Although many of the monks around the square did not understand calligraphy, as monks, they could still clearly feel the momentum created by the brushstrokes and the rhythm revealed between the words.

The cultivators around were also surprised that Rulong, who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, had strength comparable to that of a Core Forming cultivator. This cultivator had the ability to challenge opponents of higher levels.

For a cultivator, this is more important. This also shows that the cultivator in front of him is a cultivation genius, and for a genius, he naturally has his own aura.

The Holy Son of the Blue Sky felt inferior to him and stepped down in disgrace.

The Green Water Saint flew up to the stage and saw that Rulong had not left yet, so he said, "Fellow Daoist Ru, let's go. I want to compare paintings. What are you still doing on the stage?"

Rulong said, "Of course I am challenging you."

The Green Water Saint did not dare to underestimate Rulong. Although he was outstanding in Go and calligraphy, and could paint amazingly, very few people could do it. After all, human energy was limited, not to mention that Rulong was still so young. However, Rulong was so strange that he was not sure that Rulong could not paint better than him. So he said, "I am here to compete with Qin Zheng and the other two. We are here for Murong Xue. It has nothing to do with you. Don't meddle in other people's business."

Green Water Saint obviously retreated, but Rulong said: "Although White Cloud Saint and Blue Sky Saint were defeated, they still dared to fight me. Could it be that Green Water Saint doesn't even have the courage to fight?"

The Green Water Saint was about to say something but stopped. With so many people watching, if he didn't even have the courage to practice Taoism, what was the point of practicing Taoism? Besides, this wasn't a life-and-death contest. Only in battle could one improve. Isn't winning or losing a normal thing? Why was he so obsessed with fame?

We should be cultivators first and scholars second. Moreover, if we do not accept the challenge, we will not have much grace even if we win against Qin Zheng and others.

The Green Water Saint gritted his teeth and said, "Let's compete."

Rulong nodded approvingly, worthy of being called the Son of God, he indeed had some abilities.

If the Green Water Saint disagrees, Rulong plans to provoke him again.

The Saint of Green Water knew that he could not take advantage of Rulong in cultivation, so he no longer used the method of the Saint of Blue Sky, which was to use the sky as paper and his divine thoughts as a brush. Instead, he honestly picked up the paintbrush and wanted to show off his painting skills to the fullest. After all, painting, especially large-scale paintings, was much more complicated than writing. Using divine thoughts would consume too much energy and it would not be easy to express delicately.