Mozun's apprentice is wrong

A group of people surrounded a young man in purple shirt and entered the door.I saw that he was dressed gorgeously and held his toes high, and all the shop assistants hurriedly greeted him, calling out Young Master Wen at the same time.

The crimson-purple cloud silk brocade, with bright silver-gray satin exposed between the collar, faintly reveals the weaving cloud pattern.

If this luxurious clothing cannot explain the identity of this person, then the deer pattern carved on the jade belt around his waist clearly indicates that he is from Minglu Pavilion of Huawei Sect.

Bai Jingxuan looked at his age and heard the names of the people, so he guessed that it must be Wen Ziyu, the son of Wen Cheng, the patriarch of Huawei Sect.

In the memory of the original owner, he met Young Master Wen. It was 12 years ago when Wen Cheng personally led his six-year-old child to visit Mingtian Sect, and wanted to invite Bai Jingxuan, the head of the Taoist sect, to be his son. Its enlightenment lays a solid foundation for future practice.

Bai Jingxuan reluctantly agreed to meet him because of Huawei Sect, who is also one of the three sects of Taoism, but he only glanced at the child from a distance on the high seat, and then said in public: "I'm not qualified, I can't bear it!" Use." Then walked away.

Wen Cheng couldn't get off the stage on the spot, and he was so angry that he never had any contact with Bai Jingxuan for 12 years.

Surrounded by everyone, Wen Ziyu turned his palm and took out a scroll, handed it to the shopkeeper and urged, "Hurry up, exchange three thousand spirit jades!"

The subordinate next to him proudly added: "The book sage, Qu Xianzun's own handwriting!"

The shopkeeper carefully spread out the scroll, and suddenly there seemed to be a gust of breeze blowing in the face, the distant mountains were like a daisy, and the flowing water was gurgling, and people could almost hear the chirping of birds coming out of the scroll.

Qu Li is good at painting with spiritual power, the spiritual flow surges between the splashes of brush and ink, and the strong brush strokes make the things in the paintings come to life.Every painting is full of aura, and the heart of Taoism.

There are even rumors that someone once watched Qu Li's paintings day and night, fascinated, and after seven or seven days, they broke through the bottleneck and their cultivation base increased greatly.

Since then, Quli's paintings can be said to be hard to find.

The shopkeeper knew that this ancestor must have stolen the painting from the sect, and he had to obediently hand it back when it was checked by the Discipline Hall.

The suzerain has ordered that the Huawei Sect's businesses are not allowed to give young master Wen a spirit stone without permission, so this kid decided to set up a pawn shop, stealing all kinds of treasures to "pawn", euphemistically calling it "serious business" ", no one can stop it.

"The pawnshop is open for business, so don't you accept any treasures?" Wen Ziyu said, and the men around him put on a fierce look, so no one dared to argue, and they always handed over the spirit stones obediently.

And the price is determined by him. This is not called "doing business", but "buying and selling by force".

The shopkeeper sighed softly, and winked at the cashier, and the latter began to rummage through the Lingyu dawdly.

At this time, Bai Jingxuan stepped forward curiously, glanced at the painting from a distance, and let out a hush.

A painting is worth three thousand Lingyu?It's not easy!

So he turned his head and asked lightly to the shopkeeper, "Do you have any ink?"

Hearing that Bai Jingxuan was going to sell paintings, the shopkeeper who had learned from the past knew that this person was a liar even if he hadn't been teasing him, so he called a few assistants to rush the two of them to the door.

"Go, go, join in the fun!"

When Lin Yuyang saw that everyone was rude to his master, he became angry and was about to draw his sword.

At this time, the purple-shirted boy who was surrounded by the crowd raised his eyes slightly, and said arrogantly: "Wait!"

Everyone stopped pushing and shoving, and looked at each other suspiciously.

"Give him pen and ink." Wen Ziyu put on a look of great interest, "I'd like to see what he can draw."

As he spoke, he sized up the two of them, and seeing Bai Jingxuan's extraordinary demeanor, he became a little curious.

The shopkeeper thought that Young Master Wen was confused by the appearance of the two of them, and explained: "Young Master, you don't know something, they came here to find fault, and they used the sword of fate to fool us."

Someone once pawned the natal sword and then recalled it. These two people may be such liars.Thanks to his sharp eyes and ears, he heard the whisper of that little liar.The shopkeeper thought so, and was very proud of himself for being able to stop the loss in time.

"Oh?" Wen Ziyu took a few steps to the high seat in the inner hall, sat down unceremoniously, and crossed his legs.

"What kind of natal sword, let me also experience it?"

Jinghongjian is well-known in the cultivation world. These outer disciples have never seen it, but the head of the sect like Wen Cheng has seen it with his own eyes. If Wen Ziyu heard about it from his father, maybe he would recognize him.

Bai Jingxuan couldn't take the risk of exposing himself, so he said: "It's not a good sword, it won't be able to enter the eyes of the young master."

The servant at the side immediately echoed: "That's true, what kind of treasure has our young master never seen?"

Wen Ziyu looked at him arrogantly, if he is a real Taoist master, how can he be reduced to the point where he wants to be the sword of life?Thinking about it, it wouldn't be a sword he could look up to, so he snorted lightly and turned back to the topic, "Do you know how to draw?"

Bai Jingxuan thought for a while, then nodded.

Lin Yuyang frowned and said in his heart that although the master can draw a few strokes, he can't reach the level of a famous artist.Just as he was about to stop him, he saw that the clerk had already taken the pen and ink and presented it.

"It's here." Wen Ziyu said, looking at the two of them sharply, "I want to see who dares to compete with the calligrapher."

"Master..." Lin Yuyang looked worried, but seeing Bai Jingxuan's expression was calm, so he closed his mouth just now.He has already made preparations, if this little Mr. Wen dares to find fault later, he will definitely blow up this black shop.

Rice paper was spread out in front of him, Bai Jingxuan picked up a pen and looked at the blank paper, thought for a while, raised his eyes and asked a question: "What kind of painting can be worth five thousand spiritual jade?"

After a few breaths of silence, a burst of laughter erupted in the room.

"You want to sell five thousand Lingyu just for your paintings? Who do you think you are?" The little servant laughed.

"I really don't know how high the sky is!"

Wen Ziyu sneered, "If you were the sage of calligraphy, I would be able to buy paintings for five thousand."

Bai Jingxuan let out a thoughtful groan, analyzing the painting of the sage of calligraphy that he had just seen in his mind, and after a while he collected himself and wrote on the paper.

Everyone had different expressions, and some people became curious and held their breath to observe carefully.Someone looked disdainful and didn't bother to take a second look.

Wen Ziyu sat on the high seat, dangling his toes, took a sip from the tea bowl in boredom, and a mocking sound came from his subordinates.

"I don't know what kind of supernatural being, this power is not even as good as a three-year-old child."

Then he turned his gaze back to the paper, tilted his head to look at it for a while, it was... what?

The man in the white shirt didn't change his face, he gently held the tip of the pen in a very casual posture, and he seemed to write the pen as he wanted, lightly and without any rules.The content of the painting is too abstract and confusing.

"What is this painting?" Someone asked subconsciously.

"I think it's a lake."

"No, I think it's a distant mountain."

"This is clearly a cloud, and there are layers of palaces on the clouds!"

People were discussing, it seemed that everyone saw the painting differently, after a while, Bai Jingxuan stopped and waved his pen aside.

Everyone gathered around in an instant, "Is this the end of the painting?"

Bai Jingxuan nodded, "The painting is finished."

Looking at the staggered ink marks on the white paper, it is too abstract to express in words.A servant snorted, "What is this painting!"

"I think he is a liar!" The shopkeeper yelled, "Hurry up and drive him out!"

However, after looking at it for a while, Young Master Wen on the high seat showed a little surprise, got up and walked to the table, took a close look at it and asked, "What did you draw?"

"The realm of the void." Bai Jingxuan replied in a flat tone.

He thinks that the reason why the paintings of calligraphers are so expensive is that they can put on paper the realm beyond the reach of ordinary people, so that people can be immersed in the scene and fall into the indescribable wonderful perception.

What the calligrapher paints is his own realm.

So he followed the same pattern and tried to paint his realm as much as possible.

But it's still too abstract.

Looking at the reactions of the people around him, Bai Jingxuan shook his head, lost his mind.

He was about to give up the idea of ​​selling paintings, but he saw Lin Yuyang staring at the scroll with a look of surprise.

"Lin..." As soon as he opened his mouth, several staff stepped forward and tried to take him out.

But the terrifying spiritual pressure was suddenly released from Lin Yuyang's body, covering the entire hall, frightening the fellows with meager cultivation so that they couldn't move.

Although he lost all his spiritual veins, he could still feel that this spiritual pressure had suddenly risen to a higher level than before.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked his disciple, but saw that the other party was still motionless.

After a while, the followers showed strange expressions one after another.

Some people backed away in horror, while others showed joy and laughed.

Wen Ziyu straightened his body in a daze, his eyes still fixed on the screen, he took a few steps back slowly, and murmured: "The realm of the void...?"

Everyone in Yuan Zhenxing showed surprise when they saw this strange situation, and the shopkeeper pointed at Bai Jingxuan and stammered, "You, you, you... What kind of magic did you do!"

Bai Jingxuan knew that the problem was in the painting, so he rolled up the painting, turned his head and patted his apprentice on the cheek, "Wake up."

The latter seemed unresponsive, still in a state of absence.

The picture disappeared, and everyone came back to their senses, and a young servant said in a daze, "I seem to have seen the Heavenly Palace..."

"What Heavenly Palace, it's clearly the ghost of the underworld!" Someone said while calming his beating heart.

Everyone saw a completely different scene, and there was a lot of discussion in the hall for a while, and there was a lot of exclamation.

"It's still close..." Wen Ziyu said inexplicable words, strode forward and pulled Bai Jingxuan's wrist, and said eagerly with burning eyes: "This painting, I want it!"

At this moment, suddenly a burst of spiritual light surged, and the ten thousand zhang light rose from the ground, surrounding Lin Yuyang as the center, whistling and blowing up a gust of wind.

The crowd exclaimed.

"This is the Soaring Cloud Realm!"

The account books at the counter were flying, and all kinds of items were scattered by the strong wind.The spiritual pressure poured down from the top of his head like a icy spring, and it was so cold that people couldn't move.

Fortunately, the gust of wind and spiritual pressure dissipated together not long after, and people were able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Lin Yuyang woke up suddenly from a state of trance, a pair of pitch-black pupils looked blankly at Bai Jingxuan, "Master..." He looked down at the palm of his flashing light, "I seem to... It's..."