Library of Heaven’s Path

She is the first talented woman of Zhang's family. She is also the most talented genius of the painter. She does not care about her identity and a nameless test. It has already fallen in price, not only is not grateful, but also so sloppy...

This is what you said seriously?

Who works seriously, without a brush, without special paper, and with a long sword?

She is desperate to explode, and one side of the sword Qin Sheng also has a body, wanting to vomit blood.

Just talking to the other party, the representative is the kendo. As a result, the sword is used for painting...

The sword is sharp and cold. It is used for painting. The difficulty is several times more than the brush. My meaning is just to let you remember your identity and responsibility. Don't lose because of small...

I didn’t let you do this!

Others are azure foxes, streamer papers, and snow mud techniques... all kinds of means are endless, you are ordinary craftsmen, carving on stones... Do you want to play like this?

The face is full of despair, don't think about it, this time the test definitely lost.

"This guy...Is there iron in my mind?"

Zhang Buchen also opened his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time.

I have seen problems with my brain, but I have never seen such a big problem.

Draw with a sword...what is this crazy?

"It is estimated that it is beyond the purple, and I don't want to lose face..." The elders speculated.

"Hmm..."

Thinking for a while, I really don't understand each other's purpose. Zhang Wuchen had no choice but to nod.

Zhang Ziqing can be called the first talented woman of Zhangjia. The accomplishments in calligraphy and painting are stronger than those of the old eight-star peak painting and calligraphy artists. Even in the same age group, even if they know the former, they have passed the famous teacher building. I don't think I can win successfully.

Winning, but don't want to lose face, it can only be entangled, but by then, you can also shirk responsibility to paper and brush.

Understand the other's purpose, shook his head, looked forward, and then stayed again.

I saw the hanging of the sword with a long sword. The tip of the sword was a stone foot. It was more than a foot high. The arm kept flipping, the sword danced, and the sword was swaying, covering the entire rock, but leaving no trace on it.

It’s as if he is jumping alone, he can’t understand what he is doing.

"This kid... is it crazy?"

"I think so, or what does a person jump with a sword?"

There are no sounds around, and everyone is covered with wood.

I have seen all kinds of painting methods, some elegant, some crazy, some coquettish, some solemn... just like Zhang Ziqing, every pen is full of aura, giving people a beautiful enjoyment, But in front of this, the wind is generally jumping, but the traces on the slate are not left... play it?

Even Zhang Ziqing kept blinking and thought it was wrong.

I just can’t do it, I said that I have never lost the test. How did it start?

"Get it, get it done!"

When I was worried, I saw a young man in front of me vomiting a breath, rubbing the sweat on her head, and exhausting the long sword.

Hula!

The slate falls on a table not far away, juxtaposed with her mangosteen figure.

"Is this finished?"

When I turn around, I see the incense that I just thrown out, just extinguished, and it’s not bad.

Time is just right, but... What is this stone?

I want to compare paintings and calligraphy, not carvings, and then... Even if it is carving, there must be lines on it, and there are no, empty, and what?

The most important thing is... I waved one or twenty breathing swords, and I didn’t do it. Then I was tired and my face was white...

Is it worthwhile to install it?

"Are you sure that the painting is this? If you haven't painted it, I can let you come back again!"

I can't help it anymore, I looked over.

Since the test is compared with the other side, it is natural to take it for granted. If you don’t play well, don’t mind giving it another chance.

"Draw it, don't come back..."

Laughing, Zhang hangs his palm forward, a gentleman looks like: "Use Wu Daojing to detect it!"

"Detection?"

Seeing his face full of smiles, Zhang Ziqing's skin can't help but shake.

Get a stone, even a little grain is not left, just like my eight-level peak painting...

Nothing to worry about... Where is the confidence?

"Yes!" Zhang sud nodded. "Of course, if you take the initiative to admit defeat, you don't need to test it!"

"Proactively accept the loss?"

Zhang Ziqing gritted his teeth.

Get a stone, use a sword to make a doodle around, throw it here, let me admit defeat...

I have seen neuropathy, I have never seen such a neuropathy.

"Yeah, such a powerful painting, I also spent a lot of hard work to complete, and in a short time, want to make a second, almost impossible!"

Spit a sigh of relief, Zhang hanging up and looking into the distance, with loneliness and loneliness in his eyes.

"Innumerable efforts?"

"Can't you make a second?"

All people are fighting.

There are no stones on the top of the stone, even a trace of damage appears, give a meatloaf... Dogs can make it!

It’s still bloody... heart!

"Are you sure you want to use Wu Daojing?"

Seeing the other side of a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, Zhang Ziqing shouted.

"Of course!"

Was swinging his hand and hanging a high popularity.

"Well, I will let you lose!"

A cold scream, Zhang Ziqing can no longer hold back, palms, Wu Daojing once again suspended in the air.

"After the end of the school, Zhang Ziqing, I asked Wu Daojing to conduct a trial and determine the pros and cons of calligraphy and painting..."

The finger sticks forward, gently, and a ray of light shrouds the mirror.

Hula!

The image of Wu Dao is immediately activated, emitting a colorful radiance, with the mirror facing down, and blinking the eye to cover the mangosteen figure.

"Mountain bamboo map, bamboo has spirituality, mountains and winds, the perfect blend of weather and nature, not unobtrusive, not artificial, has reached the peak of eight, is a rare work ..."

The time is not long, and Wu Dao’s mirror sounded.

When I heard the judgment, Zhang Ziqing sighed and the eyebrows couldn’t help but lift up, revealing the color of pride.

Can get Wu Daojing's evaluation, indicating that her painting is not as good as the previous "Winter Snow Map".

"Look at how Wu Daojing judges you..."

I know that I won, and I snorted, and Zhang Ziqing looked at it again.

Zizi!

After commenting on her work, Wu Daojing swept the stones on the table.

The pause paused for a while.

It seems that some of the pinch is not allowed, and it is swept again.

Three times in a row, it stopped, and the sound that just sounded slowly again.

"This painting is rare to see...winning with the former!"

"Winning?"

The body is shaking, Zhang Ziqing thinks that he has got it wrong, and his eyes are coming out of his eyes.

How... Wu Daojing, also began to blink and say something?

This is a broken thing... I can pick up a few pieces at random, how can I see it?

"Hey, what a situation..."

Zhang Buchen and others are also in the same place, stunned.