Sword Master Ling Tian

The fireworks are easy to cold, this song is a deep artistic conception, the song is beautiful and sad, and the sound of Ling Tian's piano instantly touched everyone.

Especially the prince who came up with this topic, now his eyes were dull, and he was addicted to the sound of the song.

In the hall, Cui Yan and Li Manager and others, although their complexions have changed, they can still hold on to themselves, but Li Qingcheng's complexion has changed drastically, and a trace of sorrow has emerged, seeming to miss it, but not letting go.

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

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

And Cui Chenxiang stood in the hall, surrounded directly 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 is addicted. She stretches her gracefully long body like a peony flower blooming on a ruined city wall. The fragrant breeze is slowly warming, and it has been drizzled and refreshed. Blow the cold hall.

In the sky above the main hall, the wind gradually rushed, and a phantom of a huge city slowly emerged, and a pink flower bud phantom also quietly bloomed above the main hall.

If it comes at your fingertips, it becomes a vision.

Everyone didn't know when Ling Tian's piano sound stopped.

It was only after the remnants of the sound had been around the beam for a long time that they all eased from the indulgence.

At this time, the vision above the main hall had disappeared, and Ling Tian had already taken the piano and stood up long ago, but Cui Chenxiang in the hall was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, never able to stand up.

In the entire hall, Cui Chenxiang was even more addicted than the 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 detach from that emotion.

As a warrior, Cui Chenxiang has lost himself...

"Agarwood!"

Above the hall, the prince princess flew down, screamed, shaking the whole hall, and then suddenly slapped Cui Chenxiang's back with a palm, shaking away all the lingering sounds around him. Only then awakened Cui Chenxiang.

"Agarwood, you are fascinated..."

The princess helped Cui Chenxiang up. The latter was already limp, unable to stand on his own for a while.

But Cui Chenxiang still had a smile on her face, and said weakly: "Prince Concubine, that song, it's so nice..."

"You fool..."

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

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

Ling Tian took a glance and found that Li An's painting was similar to what he had imagined. It was a scene looking at the city wall. There was a dim firework beside a bright moon in the sky.

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

The so-called painting can be eloquent, and the words can be conspicuous.

This painting, when viewed by people, can affect the mind, but it hasn't reached the realm of consonance.

Not to mention, it's on par with Ling Tian's piano tune and Cui Chenxiang's Jinghong Dance.

However, Ang Lee was standing there with the pen, and he did not miss the subject.

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

"how?"

Manager Li looked at the retreating Li Ang and asked with a frown.

"Foster father, my child's heart is messed up! I can't realize the essence of the prince, where it means. So, I can't leave the subject..."

Ang Lee was also quite upset.

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

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

But as soon as the performances of Ling Tian and Cui Chenxiang stirred up the vision of heaven and earth, he had already lost his ambition.

The prince stepped off the dragon chair, stood in front of the case and took a look, but nodded.

"Not to mention, Li Ang's paintings are indeed well-deserved. No wonder you can see your works in the major poetry and painting societies in Chang'an."

The prince groaned, but he continued: "Yes, there is one thing missing in your painting."

Speaking, the prince picked up the pen on the case, stood with Lingmo, and started drawing on the paper.

Everyone looked at each other, all in amazement. Unexpectedly, the prince would end up personally.

But astonished to surprise, Ling Tian and the others still surrounded them.

After just watching it for a moment, Ling Tian's heart was shocked.

This prince is definitely not a mortal!

Ling Tian secretly said in his heart.

Although the crown prince looked shameless, his cultivation strength was average.

But the temperament of strolling in the courtyard, as well as the shocking momentum of the pen, showed the pride and sharpness hidden under the ordinary appearance of the prince.

Moreover, the few strokes of the prince made the painting begin to shine, and even everyone could feel a trace of wind and drizzle blowing out of the painting, so that everyone could not even tell whether it was inside the painting. The rain is still the rain outside the temple!

This painting is surprisingly powerful!

Ling Tian fixed his eyes and realized that the prince first added a tree that was swaying in the wind outside the city wall in the picture, and then a military commander in mottled armor sat cross-legged under the tree, looking at the city wall, with a side on his knees. Guqin seems to be in a long sigh...

But at this moment, the prince glanced at Ling Tian, ​​and the latter immediately understood, fiddled with the guitar in his hand, and a melody of fireworks that was easy to cold rose.

The prince suddenly flew with his pen, finished the outline of the guqin, and used a faint red ink to outline an illusory, dancing figure on the distant city wall...

The brush strokes and the painting gleamed brightly, illuminating the entire 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 shadow dancing, the generals playing the piano, and even a long sigh in the wind. , And the long-lasting piano sound...

"Almost, this question, how do I solve it?"

However, the prince also seemed to stop at the end.

"His Royal Highness, I will try..."

At this moment, Ling Tian stepped forward, lifted a small pin, dipped it with Lingmo, and started writing.

"Ling Tian, ​​you are bold!"

Manager Li and Ang Li are both in a hurry, but he and the prince created this together. Such a conspicuous painting, if it is released, will surely become famous. How can it be destroyed like Lingtian?

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

This is just nonsense!

Even the princess and Cui Chenxiang frowned.

Ling Tian's piano art is almost fascinating, but this is what it is...

Among the crowd, I am afraid that only Li Qingcheng is the most calm, others may not know, but he knows that Ling Tian's poems and words impressed Chen Xuanling.

The same was true for the prince. The moment Ling Tian was writing, he saw that Ling Tian was definitely not a fool, waved his hand, and blocked Manager Li's mouth.

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

It rained, and the old valley was deep.

I heard that you still guard the lonely city.

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

Fate takes root, it's us.