C1294
The picture unfolds slowly, and a noble spirit emerges from it.
I saw a sage in a Confucian costume walking out of the painting, his eyes were bright and upright.
As soon as the shadow of Wen Sheng appeared, the surrounding area was covered with white light.
"You can stick to my painting In the pool, the guests murmured.
He has been convinced that Lu Yu is the ghost Xiu.
The sage of Confucianism and Taoism, for the ghost cultivation, is enough to kill.
Many ghost practitioners would be destroyed if they met with the magic weapon of Wen Sheng. Therefore, both ghost and Confucian practitioners have always been in the same situation.
Chu yuruo couldn't help saying, "master, you've taken out a painting before. According to the rules, as long as Wang Chen can watch a stick of incense, he will pass the customs. If you take out a new painting like this, you will not break the rules you have set
Before, the guests in the pool only said that they could enjoy the painting with a stick of incense. They didn't say how to use it.
Lu Yu's destruction of the scroll is not against the rules.
"In my Qujiang pool, I am the rule!" sneered the guest in the pool
Chu yuruo still wants to argue, but Lu Yu suddenly stops him.
"You should have seen Wen Sheng from a distance before, so this painting is of a certain level." Lu Yu looked at the painting in front of him.
The guest in the pool said in a deep voice, "look at this picture, and it's just a stick of incense."
If you are a ghost monk, if you look at the portraits of Wen Sheng in the time of a stick of incense, you will be afraid that all the gods and spirits will be destroyed.
Lu Yu went to the idea of the guest in the pool and said with a faint smile: "I just praised you a few words. In my opinion, your painting is still empty and clumsy."
What!
"You don't know what you don't know, what do you know?" he said angrily
People who have always attended Qujiang banquet can't decipher Chi Zhongke's paintings, so he is also proud of it.
Only Lu Yu, who was a newcomer, said something to chizhongke, which he couldn't bear.
"The reason why Wen Sheng is powerful is not how tall his image is, but his inner erudition. Under the years of accumulation, the chest Chinese breath burst out, drink gas into a sword, spit words to kill people. "
Lu Yu said faintly: "in order to show their respect for literary saints, ordinary people deliberately enlarge their images. In fact, many of them are like ordinary people. They may not have complete limbs, some even have ugly faces, but the only thing that does not change is their magnanimity. "
"Because with the noble spirit, even if they look bad, there are still people who will respect and admire him. And this one of you is just a perfect portrait, without a trace of gentleness. "
Lu Yu looked directly at the literary sage in the portrait and said in a deep voice, "there is no surface in the mirror."
This sentence, every word, seems to cause some kind of force between heaven and earth in vibration.
Lu Yu mastered the rules of Confucianism and Taoism. He was the master of Confucianism and Taoism, and he was the same as the sage of literature.
A false saint in a portrait saw the real saint.
Self abasement, boundless fusion between heaven and earth.
Puff!
The fire appeared, and for a while, the portrait began to burn out of thin air.
"You dare to burn my paintings!" The guests in the pool were furious and reached out to save the burning picture in the air.
However, the painting burned so fast that before he could save it, it fell directly into the hands of the guests in the pool and turned into ashes.
Within a short time, the two paintings were buried in front of Lu Yu.
The guests in the pool can no longer contain the roar in their hearts, and a strong and imperious force directly sweeps across the pavilion.
"If you dare to destroy my painting, you can't leave alive today."
I saw a sage in a Confucian costume walking out of the painting, his eyes were bright and upright.
As soon as the shadow of Wen Sheng appeared, the surrounding area was covered with white light.
"You can stick to my painting In the pool, the guests murmured.
He has been convinced that Lu Yu is the ghost Xiu.
The sage of Confucianism and Taoism, for the ghost cultivation, is enough to kill.
Many ghost practitioners would be destroyed if they met with the magic weapon of Wen Sheng. Therefore, both ghost and Confucian practitioners have always been in the same situation.
Chu yuruo couldn't help saying, "master, you've taken out a painting before. According to the rules, as long as Wang Chen can watch a stick of incense, he will pass the customs. If you take out a new painting like this, you will not break the rules you have set
Before, the guests in the pool only said that they could enjoy the painting with a stick of incense. They didn't say how to use it.
Lu Yu's destruction of the scroll is not against the rules.
"In my Qujiang pool, I am the rule!" sneered the guest in the pool
Chu yuruo still wants to argue, but Lu Yu suddenly stops him.
"You should have seen Wen Sheng from a distance before, so this painting is of a certain level." Lu Yu looked at the painting in front of him.
The guest in the pool said in a deep voice, "look at this picture, and it's just a stick of incense."
If you are a ghost monk, if you look at the portraits of Wen Sheng in the time of a stick of incense, you will be afraid that all the gods and spirits will be destroyed.
Lu Yu went to the idea of the guest in the pool and said with a faint smile: "I just praised you a few words. In my opinion, your painting is still empty and clumsy."
What!
"You don't know what you don't know, what do you know?" he said angrily
People who have always attended Qujiang banquet can't decipher Chi Zhongke's paintings, so he is also proud of it.
Only Lu Yu, who was a newcomer, said something to chizhongke, which he couldn't bear.
"The reason why Wen Sheng is powerful is not how tall his image is, but his inner erudition. Under the years of accumulation, the chest Chinese breath burst out, drink gas into a sword, spit words to kill people. "
Lu Yu said faintly: "in order to show their respect for literary saints, ordinary people deliberately enlarge their images. In fact, many of them are like ordinary people. They may not have complete limbs, some even have ugly faces, but the only thing that does not change is their magnanimity. "
"Because with the noble spirit, even if they look bad, there are still people who will respect and admire him. And this one of you is just a perfect portrait, without a trace of gentleness. "
Lu Yu looked directly at the literary sage in the portrait and said in a deep voice, "there is no surface in the mirror."
This sentence, every word, seems to cause some kind of force between heaven and earth in vibration.
Lu Yu mastered the rules of Confucianism and Taoism. He was the master of Confucianism and Taoism, and he was the same as the sage of literature.
A false saint in a portrait saw the real saint.
Self abasement, boundless fusion between heaven and earth.
Puff!
The fire appeared, and for a while, the portrait began to burn out of thin air.
"You dare to burn my paintings!" The guests in the pool were furious and reached out to save the burning picture in the air.
However, the painting burned so fast that before he could save it, it fell directly into the hands of the guests in the pool and turned into ashes.
Within a short time, the two paintings were buried in front of Lu Yu.
The guests in the pool can no longer contain the roar in their hearts, and a strong and imperious force directly sweeps across the pavilion.
"If you dare to destroy my painting, you can't leave alive today."
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