But Fang Zhengzheng is obviously not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of Chi Guyan now. After all, he only has less than an hour to solve the problem in front of him.
A blank piece of paper…
What could it be
According to Chi Guyan, everything comes into existence from nothing, and then disappears completely from existence, so this is a blank sheet of paper. This truth is not too difficult to understand.
But, is this really the case
Fang Zhengzheng was not sure, and he had no way to be sure, because if this was the case, then he should be in the ninth heaven now, not still trapped here.
There is a problem, there must be a problem, but where is the problem? Is it Chi Guyan's idea, it's not perfect yet, or does it have some other meaning
Fang Zhengzheng's eyes were silently looking at the snow-white scroll above his head.
It has to be said that this scroll is really white, like snow, like frost, and there is nothing special about it at all. If it had not appeared in the eighth heaven, he would not have even looked at it a second time.
"Sure enough, it's very difficult!" Fang Zhengzheng sighed in his heart.
In fact, when he saw this white scroll on the eighth heaven, he knew in his heart that since the Tiandao Pavilion was built, only one person had ascended to the ninth heaven. It was not accidental, but inevitable.
A blank piece of paper is too difficult to understand and there is no way to start...
Wait a moment!
Start
Suddenly, an extremely inexplicable and extremely bold idea came to Fang Zhengzheng's mind. In other words, this was an idea that no one would ever think of or think of.
That is…
Put a stroke on this picture.
Of course, in essence, this idea is not difficult to think of, but the Holy Rain Pond is a holy land in Tiandao Pavilion.
As a disciple of Tiandao Pavilion, who dares to go up and graffiti
If Fang Zhengzheng has joined Tiandao Pavilion now, or if he does not have such a bet with Chi Guyan, even if he can think of this method, he may not necessarily do it.
Because, once it fails, the consequences are almost imaginable.
It can be said that Fang Zhengzheng is the first person in thousands of years to enter the Holy Rain Pond as an "outsider", and he is also burdened with the pressure of having to go to the ninth heaven.
Thinking of this, Fang Zhengzheng's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he saw a glimmer of light in the darkness.
"Give it a try? You've already come this far anyway, and you won't necessarily get pregnant even if you give it a try. If it really breaks down... just run away!" Fang Zhengzheng felt no pressure.
Since he was definitely going to leave, it wouldn't be a big problem to give it a try before leaving. Of course, the main reason was that he knew in his heart that Jiuchongtian could exist for so long, so he shouldn't be so pretentious.
Just draw a stroke and it will be ruined
It won’t happen!
Just do it as soon as you think of it. Fangzheng has always been a resolute person, and he didn't hesitate for too long. As for the pen... As a scholar, he naturally carries it with him.
With a thought, the Four Treasures of the Study also appeared in front of him.
"Stop laughing, come and grind the ink for me!" When Fang Zhengzheng thought that he was about to enter the ninth heaven, he naturally thought of Chi Guyan as the captain of the bed-warming girl team.
"Momo?" The smile on Chi Guyan's face faded, and his eyes as bright as stars looked at the four treasures of the study in front of Fang Zhengzheng, and then at the white scroll above his head. For a moment, he seemed to understand: "You Don’t you want to draw a picture on it?”
"Isn't it possible?" Fang Zhengzheng asked rhetorically.
"It's worth a try." After a moment of silence, Chi Guyan unexpectedly nodded. Then, he actually sat down next to Fang Zhengyi and started to polish the ink.
Such a move undoubtedly surprised Fang Zhengyi again, because he really didn't expect that Chi Guyan would agree to his actions so readily.
Doesn't this girl have any awareness of protecting "public property inside the door"
Of course, these are obviously not important now. What is important is that Chi Guyan agrees. Then, the next thing to consider is what to draw.
Draw a dragon
Or, draw a phoenix, or draw a red carp in the waves, make a carp jump over a dragon gate or something, and show off your painting skills.
Ugh, it's too complicated...
Let's draw a random stroke first, just like the first heaven, one stroke from top to bottom, simple and clear, and it is also in line with the profound principle of simplicity.
He did it as soon as he thought of it. After taking a look at the ink pouring out of the inkstone and the faint fragrance of ink, Fang Zhengzhi also picked up the pen and dabbed it casually on the inkstone.
Then, he jumped up.
It can be said that Fang Zheng's posture is still very graceful now, with his arms spread lightly and his eyes focused, he looks like a wild goose flying into the sky.
Of course, it would be even more perfect without the tattered blue gown.
When Chi Guyan saw this, he didn't make any move. He just looked at Fang Zhengzheng quietly as he leaped up, with a faint smile on his lips.
Fang Zhengzheng didn't notice the expression on Chi Guyan's face. What he was looking at now was naturally the white scroll in front of him that was getting closer and closer.
Close, close...
Just swipe your pen, from top to bottom, and get it done in one go!
A touch of thick ink was formed under Fang Zhengzheng's pen, forming a trace like the edge of a sword on the snow-white scroll.
"Not bad, the brush strokes are vigorous and powerful, and the domineering attitude is exposed!" Fang Zhengzheng looked at the thick ink that appeared on the snow-white scroll, and was quite satisfied.
Then…
There will be no more.
A stroke of thick ink did appear on the scroll, but no sound was heard, and Fang Zhengzheng was still on the eighth level.
"..." Fang Zhengzheng also blinked after landing on the ground and waiting for a moment: "Could it be that just one stroke is not enough, and you need to paint a few more strokes? Or do you really want to paint a carp jumping over the dragon's gate?"
Just as he was thinking this, the originally motionless scroll suddenly lit up with a faint light, looking as crystal clear as white jade.
"Huh?" When Chi Guyan saw such a scene, his bright eyes seemed to be slightly surprised, and his eyes were fixed on the radiant scroll without moving.
Fang Zhengzheng also had obvious joy on his face.
"There's something going on. I'm really smart!" Subconsciously, Fang Zhengzheng gave himself thirty-two likes in his mind. After all, such a whimsical idea is not something that anyone can think of: "It seems... it's It’s time to go up to the ninth heaven and enjoy the scenery!”
wait.
Fang Zheng was waiting for the majestic voice to sound.
But in fact, the majestic voice did not come out immediately, and the thick ink originally drawn by Fang Zhengzheng on the white scroll was slowly disappearing at this moment.
It looks like it's been absorbed by the white scroll.
"Disappeared? From existence to nothing? It must be!" Fang Zhengzheng looked at the scroll that had returned to white, and he became more and more confident.
But at this moment, the originally calm and bright sky suddenly emitted a huge roar.
This is thunder.
Then, a purple lightning as thick as the mouth of a bowl also flashed across the sky, very fast, from top to bottom, directly towards Fangzheng.
"Huh? Could it be that this is the correct way to open the ninth heaven?" When Fang Zhengzheng was slightly stunned, lightning struck him directly.
"Boom!" The ground trembled.
Fang Zhengzheng immediately felt the pleasure of becoming an immortal. From head to toe, thunder and lightning wrapped around his body, making his whole body feel numb.
And, most importantly…
Fang Zhengzheng's face was dark.
Of course, if anyone was hit by lightning like this, his face would be very dark, just like Fang Zhengyi now.
Then…
Then there was no more.
The sky was bright again, the wind was still so refreshing, the eight white columns still stood quietly in front of him, and the white scroll above his head was still so white.
"..." Fang Zhengzheng's face was really dark now. Not only was his face dark, but his heart was even darker. It was so dark that he was a little confused: "So, it's gone like this? The promised painting What about the one that can be made immediately? What about the direct flight to the ninth heaven that we promised?"
"Hahaha..." Chi Guyan's laughter sounded at this time, very loudly, and without any concealment, her unscrupulous laughter made her body tremble.
"..." Fang Zhengzheng was speechless, and not only was he speechless, he was also very depressed. He had never been as depressed as he is now.
He has always felt that he has ideas beyond ordinary people.
Just like this time...
Who could have imagined such a bold and creative idea? Even if others can think of it, would anyone dare to do it
No!
Impossible!
Fang Zhengzheng was almost certain that his idea and approach were unprecedented and unprecedented. However, the reality was cruel.
Not only did he fail to ascend to the ninth heaven, but he also suffered a bolt of lightning
Several meanings!
Wait a moment!
To be honest, it seems that I have not gained nothing at all. At least, I was hit by a bolt of lightning. Is this a fact
"Very funny?" Fang Zhengzheng glanced at Chi Guyan behind him and his chest rising and falling due to laughter, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.
"Isn't it funny?" Chi Guyan asked, there was still a smile in his bright eyes. It was a kind of happiness that came completely from the heart and had no worries.
"At least, there's some movement, isn't it?" Fang Zhengzheng also asked.
"When you say this, it seems like it's really... Well, maybe this is really a way!" When Chi Guyan heard this, the smile that was originally contained in his eyes stopped instantly, and his face returned to seriousness. , it looks like he is really thinking seriously.
Fang Zhengzhi curled his lips and couldn't help but cursed in his heart: "Is this really a method? Why don't you try this method!"
While Fang Zhengzheng was cursing secretly in his mind, Chi Guyan really took a step forward and came to Fang Zhengzheng's side, looking very seriously at the picture scroll above his head that had returned to white again.
"Maybe... there is something wrong with your painting." Chi Guyan said without looking at Fang Zhengzheng. It felt like he was talking to himself.
"What's the problem?" Fang Zhengzheng asked rhetorically.
"If you think about it carefully, from the first heaven to the seventh heaven, is there a process from simplicity to complexity, and finally, into one?" Chi Guyan continued.
"Huh?" Fang Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but recall the scroll of the first heaven and the scroll of the seventh heaven in his mind.
It is indeed as Chi Guyan said.
From the first level to the third level, the scroll also changed from one stroke to splashing ink. It doesn't seem like there are many changes, but it is the process from simplicity to complexity, from origin to origin.
After the fourth heaven, there are changes, countless complicated changes. This kind of change, by the sixth heaven, has almost reached its extreme.
Finally, in the seventh heaven...
It became "one" again.
Of course, this "one" is not the "one" mentioned in numbers, but thousands of changes, integrated into one, and merged into one.
From simple to complex, and then again into one.
Fang Zhengzheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly felt that this seemed to be another cycle, a cycle from nothing to something, and then from something to nothing.
"I think we can try again!" Chi Guyan spoke again at this time, his voice full of unusual determination.
"What do you want to try?" Fang Zhengzheng asked subconsciously.
"I just observed carefully that after you drew a stroke on it, the white scroll did not change immediately. Instead, it started to light up after waiting for a while." Chi Guyan analyzed.
"So, what do you mean?"
"Maybe... it's waiting for you to draw another stroke!"
"Draw another stroke? Is it possible that it will attract two lightning bolts?" Fang Zhengzheng heard this and guessed casually.
"It's possible!" Chi Guyan nodded.
"..." Fang Zhengzheng felt that this was not possible, but too likely. How could this be a trial? He was simply using his body as a hook: "How about you come and try?"
"Okay!" Chi Guyan nodded again, as if there was no hesitation at all, and no awareness of the possibility of being struck by lightning.
Fang Zhengzheng was slightly shocked.
No way
Is this girl Chi Guyan really naive enough to think that one stroke is useless and just two strokes will be enough? Doesn't this kind of stupidity not match Chi Guyan's wit
How about being more generous and letting her give it a try
wrong!
What if this girl is really drawn and then flies to the ninth heaven in one fell swoop? Even if he followed her and put on a smile, it would be of no use.
As long as Chi Guyan reaches the ninth level before him, the bet will be over, and he will have no chance to make a comeback.
Can't let her try!
Fang Zhengzheng was just about to stop him, but when he thought about it, he still felt that something was not right. Is it possible that Chi Guyan was deliberately taking advantage of his fear of letting her try this, and then made him keep going? try
And she was picking up ready-made ones in the back
This possibility is not impossible, and, on the contrary, this possibility is very high. After all, Chi Guyan has never been a very naive or stupid person.
what to do
Should you let Chi Guyan try it, or should you try it yourself
Fang Zhengzheng was really a little undecided. After all, if he let Chi Guyan try it, he would probably lose the bet, but if he tried it himself, he might suffer two more thunders...
"I'm going to draw." While Fang Zhengzheng was hesitating, Chi Guyan also took out a pen and dipped it in ink on the inkstone.
"Wait a minute!" Fang Zhengzheng saw that Chi Guyan was about to jump up, and without hesitation, he immediately stopped Chi Guyan's "impulsive" behavior: "I am a man, this kind of thing should be done by me! "
"Are you sure?" Chi Guyan looked surprised.
"Of course!" Fang Zhengzheng nodded.
Naturally, he could guess that there might be fraud, but what could he do? Are you just going to watch Chi Guyan try it
Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of ten thousand. What if Chi Guyan really succeeds
Compared to being a lowly servant for a month, Fang Zhengzheng felt that two lightning strikes were not that easy.
Take ten thousand steps back and say...
A real man should face the bleak life head on. It's just one or two lightning bolts. What's there to be afraid of
Do what you say you will do.
Fang Zhengzheng didn't wait for Chi Guyan's answer, he jumped up and flew towards the white scroll above his head again.
After Chi Guyan saw this, a smile appeared on his lips, and a bright light flashed in his eyes for a moment.
It was naturally impossible for Fang Zhengzheng to look back at this time.
His eyes were still fixed on the white scroll in front of him. He waved the pen in his hand one after another, and two ink marks like sword marks appeared on the white scroll again.
A sharp breath emerged from the ink marks.
It has to be said that Fang Zhengzheng really tried his best this time. These two ink marks even vaguely contained a trace of his Dragon Jue Slashing technique.
"I don't believe it, it won't work this time!" After Fang Zhengzheng finished waving his brush, he slowly dropped it, with a somewhat expectant look in his eyes.
And the moment he fell, the two ink marks on the white scroll slowly disappeared again, almost exactly the same as the previous scene.
then…
Fang Zhengzheng also felt that something was not right.
As soon as he raised his head, his eyes widened suddenly, because the originally calm and bright sky also changed again, and then, two bolts of lightning fell together.
"..." This time Fang Zhengzheng was no longer so naive as to think that this was the correct posture to open the ninth heaven. He ducked aside without any hesitation.
However, the strange thing is that the moment he dodged, the two falling lightnings also turned toward his position as if they had spirituality.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise.
Fang Zhengzheng immediately felt like the hairs all over his body stood on end. It was so sour that he couldn't bear it anymore: "Cao Nima, there are really two lightning bolts!"
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