stonecrandall Chapter 162
Chapter 162
The little trivial pictures above the sky dome came to life under Li Changsheng's brush outline.
This is the beauty of the human emperor's pen, which moves with stillness and fakes as true.
A painting can outline heaven and earth, this is not just to say.
The pictures are intertwined, and a figure appears first in the painting, leaving everyone with only a back.
Li Changsheng looked at the sky dome and seemed to be missing something, and the pen dipped in the human emperor inkstone to draw a full moon at the highest point of the sky dome.
In an instant, the full moon was outlined.
The moon is like a waterfall, shining like water, covering up the daylight.
This painting of the heavenly dome actually covered the white light of the sky, and the entire Wendao Palace darkened at this time.
"This is the God of Transformation!"
"To what level has his attainment been terrified?"
The disciples below exclaimed, and this painting Dao naturally had a special attention.
From entering the painting, learning to paint, to the final grandmaster, there are only three realms in total, copying, transforming the gods, and reaching the sky!
However, these three sloppy realms have made it difficult for countless painters to take half a step forward just by stopping at the first realm.
The old man who painted the Dao saw that Li Changsheng had such a mouth, but he didn't expect that Li Changsheng came directly to the second level of the Dao.
You must know that he is only at this level, and the legendary Tongtian can only be possessed by Emperor Wen.
This full moon climbed the heavenly dome, the sky and the earth were gray, and the figure slowly rushed to the distant pavilion.
The moonlight is leisurely, and the attic is deeply cold.
This picture is directly reflected on the entire sky dome, obviously Li Changsheng only sketched a few strokes, but the characters on the canvas above this sky dome are lifelike.
All the sights are as real as they are.
Above the white-robed man's right hand, he quietly held a sword and went up to the West Building alone, with Yue Xuan standing his head.
The moon pours like a waterfall, slowly shining in the heart.
The man danced with a sword, killed with a sword, and bursts of sword sounds erupted along with this pouring moon.
"Boom!"
A sword was cut out, and the sword qi was like a flood tide, pouring violently.
Everyone felt a tingling pain in their skin at this moment, as if the sword qi had flown out.
The heavenly sword qi struck straight in front of them.
Everyone subconsciously took a few steps back in fear, and when they came back to their senses, they found that it was just a painting, not real.
But they could really feel the tingling on their skin, and their eyes were even more horrified, staring at the painting made by the white-robed man above.
Stare at the man with the sword dancing on the canvas!
This picture of the moonlit night dancing sword is difficult to say, simple and simple.
But they can't.
The sea of swords gathered by the long river of sword qi was suspended in the sky dome, flowing quietly.
Everything is quiet at this moment.
The night is even deeper.
Li Changsheng is constantly sketching other scenes, making this picture of the moonlit night more quiet.
The sound of cicadas is sparse, and the shadow of the moon shines on the mother-in-law.
This painting of heaven and earth is more secluded, and this ancient painting is even more fascinating.
The man in the painting seems to be Li Changsheng himself, and Li Changsheng and the man in the painting have achieved harmony with God.
Li Changsheng's words are faint, the man's words are faint, and the brush held by Li Changsheng's hand is the sword held by the man.
The combination of the two, the slow combination at this moment
, the difficulty of this ancient painting is not how difficult it is to paint, but that it has reached the level of incarnation of gods!
Even the man in the painting and Li Changsheng seem to be one, and with a stroke of ink, an ancient painting has been painted.
Among them, there is still the last little bit left, that is, the poetry is endowed!
Everyone unconsciously held their breath at this time, and there was a roar in their minds.
For some reason, their eyes seemed to flicker in a trance.
The man above the heavenly dome turned out to be Li Changsheng.
And how similar is the sword held by the man to the pen held by Li Changsheng?
The temperament is the same, the appearance is a must.
Li Changsheng raised his hand and magnificently sprinkled numbers above the heavenly dome.
"Evoke a bright moon for a day, shine on me full of ice and snow, and a mighty river."
"The sword shadow has not swallowed the sea, and the sword qi is also cross-falling!"
Li Changzhi's words, the low chant of the man in the painting, his mellow voice, resounded throughout the night, resounded throughout the whole world, so that it fell into everyone's ears.
The sword momentum on his body became more and more terrifying, soaring straight into the sky, shining with the sea of swords above the heavenly dome.
But it was far more than that, Li Changsheng still did not mean to stop writing, still sprinkled above, and dropped more than a dozen words.
"Wild light floating, heavenly universe, beautiful things!"
"Whoever reads the smell of young milk, does not have a reputation and drunkenness, the sword is being opened, and it is like an angry dragon!"
At this point, Li Changsheng completed this painting.
The voice of the man in the painting also fell.
Heaven and earth are quiet!
Everyone, including the four Vein Masters, raised their heads and looked at the paintings and characters made by Li Changsheng above the heavenly dome.
The book of poetry written by the word of poetry is extremely beautiful and generous.
Between the lines, they all reveal Li Changsheng's character, free and heroic, people like words, words like people, and full of flow.
After a long time, everyone came back to their senses, and their faces were full of amazement.
All the disciples of the Wendao Palace were amazed when they saw Li Changsheng at this moment, looking at the painting above that was clear to the sky, their throats were slightly dry, and they unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of spit.
There are no words to describe their mood at the moment.
The same was true of the Four Veins Palace Master.
What kind of psychic painting is this?
The painter is writing poems outside, and the characters in the painting can actually read it, and the inside and outside of the painting are one, and the mind is one.
By what means?
Even if it is a painting that the palace master has painted for a lifetime, he will definitely not be able to do what Li Changsheng is, and it is difficult to achieve such a superb realm means.
He's inferior.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the entire Wendao heaven and earth condensed the aura of Wendao.
Wendaohua Lake, this Wendao Qi is no longer just a long river, this is a heavenly sea, covering the top of the entire Wendao Palace.
Since the direction of the Book Vein Hall where Li Changsheng had not gained anything just now, the shelves of hundreds of thousands and millions of books had also separated a milky white literary atmosphere, blending into this heavenly sea and strengthening this heavenly sea!
In an instant, in an instant, the Heavenly Sea compressed, and the Huawen Dao Treasure Pill shot down from the heavenly dome and fell into Li Changsheng's abdomen, and this was where the golden milk qi of life was.
As soon as the thought merged, Li Changsheng's Wen Dao realm loosened at this moment, as if he was about to break into the legendary realm.
"I know, I know how it is possible that Wenqu is not proficient in one of the veins of the book."
"So something went wrong here!"
At the beginning, the old man looked excited, looking at the sky dome, looking at the distance, the Ru Qi that erupted from the vein of the Nawen Palace lost his voice!
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