The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

"Um...very possible!"

The more Bu Feifei thinks about it, the more he feels it is possible. After all, there are many ninjutsu or pupil skills related to space in the Naruto world.

So it is possible for the system to set up such a test for him here. If the first two tests were for his character, the test this time may be for his strength.

"I need to travel through time and space, right?" Bu Feifei muttered to himself, this matter is a bit troublesome, after all...time and space seem to have nothing to do with poetry and poetry.

Bu Feihua squatted on the ground and began to struggle constantly. After all, this matter was quite difficult.

What should I do if I want to travel through time and space by means of Confucianism?

In the end, he had a great idea, and besides poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are also Confucian methods, so it is better to start with paintings.

After considering it for a long time, Bu Feihua decided to come up with an ink painting version of "Starry Sky"!

The painting "Starry Sky" was originally a Western painting. The author Van Gogh used exaggerated techniques to vividly depict the starry sky world full of movement and change.

The torrents that are constantly rotating in the sky are actually a kind of distortion of space. The blue-green torrents swallow the entire painting, and the nebulae in the sky are constantly twisting, circling, and tearing!

This was originally an impressionist painting, showing the confusing starry sky world, so it must be able to exert a very magical effect.

"Are there any pens and inks?" Bu Feifan raised his head and asked Zhu Tian.

"Hmph, yes, wait for me." Zhutian nodded, then turned around and ran into the village, digging into an extremely huge house.

About three minutes later, Zhu Tian took a huge drawing paper and walked out of the room with a writing brush.

Bu Feihua turned his head and saw that a few black lines hung on his forehead in an instant...

What is this called a paintbrush?

But it is indeed a brush, but a brush with a length of more than ten meters is too much!

The vellus hairs on the tip of the brush are more than one meter long, and they are almost as tall as the whole person.

"Can you paint?" Bu Feihua was in a state of extreme bewilderment.

If it is said that this piece of drawing paper is about 100 square meters, he can still use it to cut it out with Kuunai, then what will he do with this ten-meter-high paintbrush?

"Of course it can." Zhu Tian nodded and said: "The murals in our temple are all painted with this brush."

"That's you..." He was so angry that he was almost speechless.

"This brush is ten people taller than me. How do I paint?"

Zhu Tian nodded thoughtfully, muttering to himself: "It seems to make sense."

Bu Feifan shook his head. It seemed that he couldn't count on this stupid pig anymore, he still had to rely on his own efforts.

"By the way, what do you want a paintbrush for? Do you want to paint?" Zhu Tian asked with a simple and honest expression of curiosity.

"Nonsense, don't use it for painting, or use it for eating." Bu Feihua replied sullenly, and then walked to Zhu Tian's side step by step.

"What are you doing?"

Bu Feifan ignored him, and directly stretched out his hand to sculpt a handful of pig hair from his body.

These pig hairs have a short hairy layer on different pigs, but each one is forty to fifty centimeters long on pigs.

Bu Feihua took out the kunai from his pocket, cut off the pig hair at a position of three centimeters, then broke a small branch around it, and stuck the pig hair on it.

"I can barely paint."

Looking at this horrible paintbrush, Bu Feihua said helplessly, who let him be thrown here by an unreliable system and not let him go back.

Spread out the drawing paper, directly the size of a house, and cut it out one foot square with great care, and then took out a piece of ink for grinding.

After all of this was busy, he was exhausted by Bu Feihua. He now has the same idea as Sai, who will carry the scroll pen and ink on his back in the future.

However, all things said, noisy, the moment Bu Fei really raised the paintbrush in his hand, the whole person was absorbed in it.

The moment he gently dropped the first stroke, the literary energy in the palace began to gush, wandering along the Meridians all over his body, and finally flowed into the meridian of his right hand and gathered on the brush.

While lightly tapping on the drawing paper, a mysterious and Taoist Spiritual Qi diffuses, giving way to the extraordinary and the whole person and the world seem to merge into one.

"What smells, it smells good." Zhu Tian snorted and whispered.

Pig's sense of smell matches that of dogs. At this time, Pig Tian smelled a faint scent, which seemed to float from Bu Huan's paintings.

This is an extremely high Realm of calligraphy and painting-pen and ink make fragrance!

Bu Feihua draws a gorgeous starry sky pattern on the paper stroke by stroke. Since he has no paint to color, he can only use black and white ink to capture the "shape" and "god" of the starry sky.

Use a brush to paint the absurdity of "Starry Sky", the blurry feeling of chaotic time and space.

The short mountain on the left stands under the starry sky, and large swaths of ink are squandered to the starry night. One after another vortex in the sky seems to be moving under Bu Bianzhu's pen, constantly rotating.

This painting does not seem to be static, whether it is an illusion or a visual disorder, people always feel that all the vortices on it are constantly rotating and twisting.

This is also a kind of painting Realm, which can paint inanimate things into living things, and even the starry sky can turn into a star that revolves around the world!

This is the extremely high artistic attainment brought by the extraordinary sacred painting technique. At this time, the use of a monotonous black, white and gray three colors, just with a brush, once again showed the kind of "Starry Sky" Crazy illusion world.

Zhu Tian was staring at the painting with extraordinary steps from the sideline, and his two dark eyes were dumbfounded. This is a work of art that is difficult to understand and feel with his pig brain.

In the end, Bu Feihua completed the entire painting. Under the large, weird and distorted starry sky, the small village was silent on a piece of quiet paper. Only the stars in the sky kept shining, and countless vortices flew in the sky, creating a kind of time and space. The feeling of change.

"Is this done?" Zhu Tian asked curiously.

"No, it's still the last step." Bu Feifan shook his head and said.

"What's worse?"

Bu Feifan did not answer him, but walked to a small stream not far away, leaned down to hold up a handful of clear water, and then returned to the painting.

He lightly took a sip of water, just like Master Xing in "Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance", gently spraying this sip on the starry sky painting.

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the sky, and the whole world seemed to be trembling. The Confucianism and Taoism reverberated at once, and it reverberated five times long and profoundly in the sky!

Fifth rank fairy paintings!

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