Ling tripod

Everyone was stunned when they saw Chu Yan taking out a pen and starting to draw on the painting with only one grass.

Isn't this kid crazy? He obviously meant to understand the meaning of painting. Who asked you to paint?

"You, junior, are too reckless. How can you add and change casually when your senior has such a painting? This is to let you see the meaning of the painting, not to let you draw!"

Immediately, an old cultivator stood up and said.

"When did Senior Qingyi say that you can only understand the meaning of paintings, but not paint?"

Chu Yan looked at this person, smiled slightly, and asked immediately.

this……

The old cultivator was immediately stunned.

Indeed, the old man in green never said that he could not paint on this scroll, but no one thought about this issue at all. In the eyes of everyone, this painting is extremely precious, so how can he paint on it casually.

"You can paint, but you need to say what you want to paint first!"

The old man in green looked at Chu Yan and said.

"The meaning of this painting is creation!"

Chu Yan spoke, and as he spoke, the seven-character pen in his hand began to draw.

Immediately, a huge boulder was painted on the grass, and the grass grew up against the boulder. In an instant, the entire painting style changed.

"This means, be strong!"

Chu Yan spoke, then waved his hand, and the boulder disappeared. He waved his hand again, and the surrounding grass became lush and green, with grass everywhere, swaying gently in the breeze.

"This is for joy!"

Chu Yan opened his mouth, then waved his hand, and the surrounding vegetation disappeared. As he painted again, the earth cracked, the vegetation withered, and the sky was scorching hot. Only this small piece of grass grew under the scorching sun.

"This means to live!"

Then the brush in Chu Yan's hand kept changing. In addition to the grass, the scenery in this painting kept changing, and every time the scenery changed, a new artistic conception appeared, and the feeling was completely different.

As everyone watched, their eyes changed more and more. Taken together, this painting is indeed a creation.

Stopping writing, there was only one piece of grass left on the screen again. Chu Yan looked at the old man in green.

"Okay, okay, I have been waiting for so long, and finally a person who is not bound by the world and transcends everyone's thoughts has appeared. You are very good. What I want is to create, create a world of my own, and the grass will follow. Create and change, whatever you say the meaning of this painting is, it is all created by you! My friend, you have succeeded in the challenge!"

The old man in green spoke.

"good!"

“Well deserved!”

"Brother, your Confucianism is so profound that you don't even know your surname!"

"I dare to ask, little friend, who is it?"

…

There was no jealousy in everyone's eyes, but deep admiration. No one could do what Chu Yan did, and no one was dissatisfied today.

The four emperors of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, the eyes of each one changed.

"Okay, I will certainly do what I promise you. This is a drop of my blood, just take it!"

As the old man in green said, a drop of blood flew out from his fingertips. This drop of blood exuded a crystal luster and floated directly towards Chu Yan.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, but the moment this drop of blood fell on Chu Yan's palm, everyone present was stunned at the same time.

The birds in the sky no longer fly, the wind no longer blows, and the willow trees still look like they are arranging their branches.

Some people have their mouths wide open, some have their hands raised, some have their mouths open...

Everything has stopped!

Everything is frozen. At this moment, time and space all stand still!

Looking at the motionless people present, the old man in green smiled, waved his hand, closed the stall, and then walked to Chu Yan.

Seeing Chu Yan motionless and frozen, the old man in green smiled lightly: "Little guy, you are still a little too young!"

As he said that, the old man in green clothes wanted to take back the drop of blood in Chu Yan's hand. At this moment, the old man in green clothes saw the person in front of him suddenly take three steps back.

Chu Yan looked at the old man in green and smiled lightly: "Senior Guru, you are teasing a junior like this, isn't it a bit disrespectful to your status?"

"You kid, you are not affected by my spatial stasis magical power!"

The old man in green is none other than the guru. He plays in the human world and is the only one who still exists in the world of demons and immortals besides Chu Yan. At this moment, he was extremely surprised to see that Chu Yan was not affected by his own magical power.

"How dare you ask for the blood of this senior guru if you don't have some means!"

Chu Yan immediately collected this drop of blood into the spirit cauldron.

The old man in front of me is the guru, and this drop of blood is the blood of the guru.

"You kid, don't get too close to me. We are all ancient and we are of the same generation. But seeing that you call me senior at such a young age, I agreed. Forget it, I am willing to admit defeat today!"

Guru said immediately with some displeasure.

This is the first time in so many years that he has been embarrassed in front of people. You must know that he is a guru. Although he dislikes fighting and killing the most among the eight ancients and is the weakest, he is also one of the supreme beings. After Qi Gu's death, he felt too lonely for a long time, because there was no rival between heaven and earth, and the way of heaven...

"Senior, the battle between the Starry Sky Immortal Sea and the Ancient Relics is about to begin. Senior's strength can completely penetrate into two places and directly level the two major forces. Not to mention killing them, they can also make the two major forces bow their heads. From now on, there will be no one in Cangyu. Fighting, what do you think, senior?"

Chu Yan asked. This was his biggest doubt. The strength of a guru swept across all the powerful ones. Even with the cultivation level of his master, the Demon Lord, the guru could kill him with just a wave of his hand. But why did he keep doing this? An old man who runs a stall lives here in seclusion.

When the ancient scholar heard this, he immediately sighed and said: "What you don't know is that in ancient times, you were not allowed to participate in the battles in the sky at will. Just like back then, in the end, only myself was left among the eight...I..."

"Is it because of the way of heaven?"

Chu Yan spoke, he had a hunch that if anyone could influence all of this, it would be Heaven.

The guru was silent.

"Senior, can you tell me what happened back then?"

Chu Yan asked.

"There are some things that I cannot say or participate in. There are many things that I am helpless about. We are destined to meet you tomorrow!"

The guru spoke, and then turned around. Just as Chu Yan was about to speak, the guru suddenly turned around, the sadness on his face disappeared and he smiled at Chu Yan: "Little friend, you really don't want to be with my beautiful girl." Is the disciple giving birth to a baby?”

"This junior already has a family, thank you senior for your kindness!"

"Really not alive?"

"No life!"

"Okay, kid, don't regret it!"

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