The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 146 The style of time and writing, “Painting Saint” Zhang Sengyou!

“You guys dare to be rude to this king’s guests, you said, what should this king do with you?!”

At this time, the voice of Dongting Dragon Lord faintly sounded again.

Suddenly, the expressions of those people suddenly changed, and they all looked at the Dragon King of Sanshui Lake.

Facing the look of those people asking for help, the Dragon King of Sanshuihu sighed helplessly.

The backgrounds of these people are relatively prominent in the Northern Wilderness, and how helpful they are. Now, they are all invited by Own to come to the banquet.

At this time, they were in trouble, and if they didn’t say anything to help, they would definitely chill their hearts.

Moreover, if they are allowed to have an accident at their own banquet, it is no different that they are also losing their face!

As soon as his thoughts turned, Sanshuihu Dragon King could only bite the bullet and looked at Dongting Dragon Lord, and pleaded with him, “Long Lord, my friends just said a moment ago, please don’t worry about Dragon Lord!”

“I’m waiting for the wrong words, please forgive Long Jun.”

Upon seeing this, the few people also hurriedly bowed and cupped fist said.

Dongting Dragon King glanced faintly at Sanshui Dragon King, and then he said in a deep voice, “Fine, looking at the face of Sanshui Dragon King, this time this king will not care about you!”

“Thanks Long Jun!”

When those people heard the words, they secretly relieved, and quickly thanked them.

When Sanshui Dragon King saw this, he was a little relieved.

“Brother Zhong also gave this king a face, how about letting it go?!”

At this time, Dongting Longjun looked at Zhong Kui again and said with a smile.

“Since Long Jun has spoken, he can do nothing!”

Zhong Kui smiled lightly, nodded, and sat down again.

Dongting Dragon Lord’s attitude towards this matter is already considered Giving Face, and he will naturally not refute Dongting Dragon Lord’s Face now!

Immediately afterwards, Dongting Longjun looked towards Bu Feihua again, his eyes were slightly deep, and he pointed to the paintings on the painting table on the right, and said in a deep voice, “This little brother, please continue your paintings!”

Bu Feihua nodded, and temporarily pressed down the grievances with these people. Immediately after taking a look at Nie Xiaoqian, he returned to the painting table.

“The son…”

Nie Xiaoqian watched the extraordinary step of returning to the painting table, and there was a hint of tenderness and strange light in her eyes.

In my mind, it was replaying constantly, the scene that Bu Feifei blocked in front of her just now.

For a while, Nie Xiaoqian only felt warm in her heart, as if she had eaten honey, and her whole body felt sweet and greasy.

And at this moment, on the extraordinary drawing paper, a vivid dragon is probing into the clouds and mist, looming, as if it will rush out of the clouds and mist at any time, and appear in front of everyone.

However, this Shenlong is not yet completely painted, because Bu Feihua has not yet painted a pair of eyes for it.

“Hmph, there is no paint on the first floor, I want to see how ashamed he is!”

“You don’t need to look at this painting. No matter how good the eyes are, it is only a second-rank painting. I want to win Master Lu and dream!”

“Such a child, I don’t know why Zhong Tianshi and Longjun are so upholding him, it is really annoying!”

“Hey, there is an 80 to 90% chance of drawing the’sixth rank picture’. Now even the first rank is hanging… Wait a minute, let’s see how you end up!”

“…”

Everyone in the hall, looking at the paintings on Bu Feihua’s painting table at this moment, also has their own thoughts, eyes reveal contempt and ridicule.

However, after Dongting Longjun said that “Bu Feihua” was his guest, everyone present did not dare to ridicule at will.

Of course, Master Lu is the exception.

Because he himself has the Cultivation Base at the pinnacle of Xuanxian, and behind him there is a ‘Painting Saint’ with a patron, so he is not afraid of Dongting Dragon Lord.

At this moment, he stared at Bu Huaneng’s paintings, and immediately snorted with a displeased face: “Huh, I thought you had achieved something in the’painting road’, but didn’t want to. This painting has been painted to this point. After waiting, there is still not even a layer of “painting light”…”

“The old man is really ashamed to have such a fight with you!”

Bu Feihua held a dragon-print pen, turned his head and grinned at the gloomy and displeased Master Lu, and said, “Don’t be too proud, or your face hurts later!”

“Face hurts?!”

Master Lu was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why.

At this moment, Bu Feifan was holding the pen intently, and his expression was extremely concentrated!

For a moment, his whole body revealed a strange and ethereal aura, and his figure seemed to be separated from the whole world, which looked very strange.

Immediately afterwards, I saw him pick up the pen and dip the ink and drop it towards the drawing paper.

This stroke seems to fall very fast, but in the consciousness of everyone, it appears to be very slow and contradictory, making everyone feel dizzy inexplicably.

When this pen fell on the paper, everyone had an inexplicable illusion, as if it had taken countless epochs before this pen actually fell on the paper.

Suddenly, everyone’s hearts were shocked, and they all shouted in surprise——

“This is how the same thing?!”

“How do I feel that this fall seems like a long time ago?!”

“Me too…”

“It’s horrible, this…what kind of painting is this?!”

“…”

At this time, Master Lu’s pupils shrank, his face was shocked, he could hardly control his own voice, and subconsciously exclaimed: “The time passes, gather’god’ into’meaning’, this is the way of time…you …You actually mastered this painting method?!”

“Years of writing?!”

At the same time, Dongting Longjun looked at Bu Feihua’s painting eyes, and he couldn’t help but suddenly widened, bursting out two bright lights.

“The style of time?! Is it the unique style of painting Saint Zhang Sengyou?!”

Hearing the words, the Sanshui Dragon King shrank his pupils and blurted out.

“Years and years, isn’t this person’s master Zhang Sengyou’s “painting sage”?!”

An old man with white hair and white beard also recognized this ‘year-old brushwork’, and immediately looked at Bu Feihua’s eyes full of surprise.