"Wu Daojing, you said... I lost?"
Zhang Ziqing asked as she couldn't believe it and couldn't bear it anymore.
"Yes, this work of his uses the simplest painting method, but it directly points to the true meaning. Even ordinary nine-star calligraphers and painters cannot do it. Although your work is not bad, it is far inferior to..."
Wu Daojing responded.
Weapons of this level already have their own spirituality and can communicate with people.
"He just used his sword to draw on it a few times, leaving not even a trace... How is it possible that even the nine-star calligraphers and painters can't do it..."
Zhang Ziqing's hair is about to be pulled off.
You can't just tell lies with your eyes open, right
So many people watched him paint with their own eyes. He picked up a stone slab on the ground and carved it with a sword... There were no lines on it. Where did the painting come from
"If you look closely, you will definitely find something special..."
Seeing that she didn't understand, Wu Daojing shook his head and said no more. He seemed to be still immersed in the beautiful work and couldn't extricate himself.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Ziqing took a few steps to the table. Zhang Ziqing lowered her head and looked at the stone slab in front of her.
There is still dust left on the surface of the stone slab when it was pulled out from the ground. The traces carved by the stonemason are still there, and the lines are exactly the same as the stones on the ground. There is nothing special about it.
"There's no painting on it..."
After taking a closer look, he found no traces of sword energy on it. The more he thought about it, the weirder it became, and his consciousness spread out.
If you can't see it with your eyes, maybe your spiritual consciousness can detect the problem.
"Um?"
As soon as her consciousness enveloped the stone in front of her, Zhang Ziqing's body suddenly froze, and her delicate body kept trembling: "This, this..."
His lips kept trembling, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Wuchen and others also frowned, unable to help but spread their consciousness and looked forward.
At first glance, he also stood there dumbfounded.
"Yes, this stone was drawn by me with my sword energy. It does not really exist. The previous stone has long been broken into powder and I put it into the storage ring..."
Seeing that they saw the problem, Zhang Xuan smiled lightly.
Just now, the sword energy was flowing freely, and to outsiders, it looked like nothing was left on the stone. In fact, the sword energy was used to draw an exact replica of the stone just now, using it as a sample.
When he was still a seven-star calligrapher and painter, he realized that writing in the void could paint in the air, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false. Now that he has reached the peak of eight stars, it is naturally not a problem.
Although it is a combination of sword energy, even a nine-star calligrapher and painter would have difficulty distinguishing it without spiritual observation.
Because of this, neither Zhang Ziqing nor the two elders Wu Chen and Wu Zhen noticed anything unusual. They never dreamed that the stone they had picked up from the ground had disappeared. What was in front of them was a "painting"!
"We didn't even notice the painted stones..."
"Zi Qing just makes the bamboo spiritual and looks real, but he has transcended this realm and confuses the fake with the real, so no one can recognize it..."
After realizing it, the two elders Zhang Wuchen and Zhang Wuzhen couldn't believe it.
A true nine-star calligrapher and painter can make a painting look fake and difficult to distinguish from the real person. I didn't expect that this young man could do it.
Is it possible that he is already a nine-star
If this is really the case, it would be too scary!
"I lost!"
Gently touching the "rock" in front of him with his palm, he found that there was no difference between it and the real thing. It was not detectable by spiritual consciousness. Zhang Ziqing's face was pale and she muttered to herself.
I thought that the opponent was stabbing out the sword energy randomly, but I never expected that he was actually painting. Moreover, it was so spiritual that no one could tell it apart.
No wonder Wu Daojing said that she lost... but she lost, it was a mess, and she was not at the same level at all.
"You can draw a work of this level using only a sword. How powerful can you be... with a brush?"
Unable to hold back any longer, he looked over at the young man in front of him.
The other party said that she was serious. She thought she would use all her abilities, but she didn't expect that she could use only the sword to create a work that even she couldn't surpass... How powerful would it be if she really had to use a writing brush
"I'm not lying to you, I'm really serious about painting!"
Seeing her astonishment, Zhang Xuan smiled and nodded: "To be honest, your understanding of calligraphy and painting is indeed very strong. If it weren't for the purpose of defeating you, I might just find a weed and just draw it. It's impossible to use a sword. !Actually, if you really paint with care, there is not much difference between a sword and a brush."
"weed?"
Zhang Ziqing's face twitched: "How do you paint with this thing?"
“It’s very simple…”
After looking around, Zhang Xuan pointed his finger, and from the garden not far away, a piece of weed flew over, landed on his palm, and flicked it lightly.
Wow!
The water in the pool flew over and landed on the weeds. Zhang Xuan pinched the roots of the grass with two fingers and slowly danced in the air.
Sizzle!
The surrounding air immediately became thicker, and in an instant, a wide river appeared in front of everyone, roaring and roaring, as if it would flow out at any time and submerge the entire courtyard.
"Paint in the void, without ink, and draw a river with water?"
Zhang Ziqing swallowed.
She had to use the most precious brushes and the most precious ink when painting. She always felt that only in this way could she push the realm of her works to the highest level. Only when she saw the other person did she realize that this was not the case at all.
With everything at your fingertips, there is nothing that cannot be painted and nothing that cannot be painted... This is the real master of calligraphy and painting, a super genius who has truly studied calligraphy and painting to the core.
"This painting... also has a higher artistic conception than my mangosteen painting!"
After looking at it for a while, although Zhang Ziqing didn't want to admit it, she had to admit that the river the other party randomly drew using wild grass and pond water was still much better than the mangosteen picture she had just made.
"Oh... I just painted that stone, and my understanding of calligraphy and painting has improved a bit, so now I can paint pretty well with wild grass... "
Zhang Xuan explained.
After learning the ability of the eight-star calligrapher and painter, he rarely painted. The stone just now was the first time he took it seriously. As a result... he gained a lot of valuable experience from it, so... he has a deeper understanding of painting.
Therefore, those who casually use wild grass to draw also surpass each other in artistic conception.
"Is it improving again?"
The body shook again, and Zhang Ziqing's eyes turned black.
She believed that she had unparalleled talent in calligraphy and painting, but compared with the person in front of her, she was still far behind and couldn't be compared to the same!
"Fairy Ziqing, I remember you once said that as long as there is someone in the younger generation who can beat you in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, no matter who it is, they will commit themselves to marrying... I wonder if it is true?"
Suddenly, a young man in the crowd shouted.
"this… "
Zhang Ziqing was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhang Xuan not far away again, frowning slightly.