Porter of Two Worlds

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The old man looked at the chessboard speechlessly. I am afraid that he has never encountered a time when the chessboard is full in his life. What kind of thing is this? This is...

Fellow daoist, you are counting... the sword is slanted, like a white horse passing through the mark, there is no way to figure it out. I don't know where the master came from? The old man Guangying began to question Bai Yang's origin.

I have a mentor from Mao, Bai Yang still smiled and asked: Dare to ask senior, have I passed the test?

Since Bai Yang didn't want to talk about the old man, he didn't ask any more. He said speechlessly, Since it's a draw, it's a pass.

Thank you senior, I'll go to the next place to have a look. Bai Yang got up and cupped his hands, then turned and left with the kitten and others.

The old man said behind Bai Yang's back, Fellow Daoist, if we have a chance, let's have another round of discussions. It really makes me want to talk.

One more game and I'll show my stuff, sir...

Although Bai Yang walked smoothly, but he felt a sense of fleeing in his heart. He would play Mao's chess, and return the sword with a slanted front. Sir, you are too flattering me.

After Bai Yang left, there was an uproar among the onlookers who were eating melons. Someone was able to draw with an elder of the Tianyin Sect in a game of chess. This is a big deal, and the news spread quickly. Start looking for traces of poplar.

There is no way, that old man is the elder of the Tianyin Sect, not to mention his own cultivation and status, he is famous all over the world just for playing chess, and he can be called the national player of the Daguang Dynasty. Now someone can draw with him, who is so sacred ?

When people were looking for Bai Yang, he had moved to the next place.

Bai Yang passed the first level of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he came to the next place after a while.

The second place, draw!

After some inquiring, Bai Yang understood the rules, free proposition, which means it doesn't matter what you paint, in short, you have to draw an outstanding painting.

This proposition is somewhat general, what does it mean to draw an outstanding painting?

In this fantasy world, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not as simple as entertainment. The paintings drawn by some accomplished painters have special effects.

Not to mention anything else, what Bai Yang saw at this time was that there were hundreds of tables lined up in front of him, each young talent was splashing ink, and the paintings they drew were amazing.

Someone drew a flower, stroke by stroke, the flower actually grew out of the painting, and there was a fragrance of the flower!

Someone drew a bird, and the bird actually flew out of the painting, chirping and calling as if creating a life out of thin air.

Some people painted mountains, rivers, plants, and trees, which really seemed to draw a real world with brushstrokes, which is not too amazing.

Seeing such a scene, Bai Yang felt a bit pained. If he was asked to draw a sketch or something, he could draw it like a photo, but it is almost impossible for the drawn picture to have such a strange image.

Because the transformation of this world contains artistic conception, what is artistic conception? That is when the author's spirit is infused into the painting, so that the simple brush and ink are transformed into sublimation, so that the painting has a unique connotation, which is in line with the nature of the world and thus produces a vision.

Don't underestimate these visions, based on what Bai Yang has seen and heard, there are paintings where everyone draws a strange beast with terrifying fighting power.

In the previous experience of the Chen Dynasty, this kind of situation was rare, but in the Daguang Dynasty, people here lived and worked in peace and contentment, and they specialized in these Taoism, which brought entertainment to the extreme.

Before playing chess, Bai Yang didn't care about the chessboard at all, but he knew that if the vision of the chess game was displayed, it would be like a formation to trap an army!

This is difficult to deal with, he is not good at painting poplar itself, and it is as difficult as heaven to draw an outstanding painting!

hold head high!

Just at this moment, a dragon chant shook the soul. Someone drew a dragon, and that dragon rushed out of the painting and soared nine days across the sky. Rushing into the painting, it is just a dragon drawn out stroke by stroke.

boom!

On the other side someone drew a firebird,

Rushing out of the painting is like the scorching sun rising into the sky, scorching hot and scorching, and the surrounding void is distorted by the terrible heat.

The one who drew the dragon should be the sixth prince, right? I have been watching the royal dragon pond all the year round, and I have experienced the spirit and spirit of the dragon. It is really amazing that I can reproduce the power of the dragon with just pen and ink.

The one who drew the flamingo was not easy, but he didn't know the way. He had never heard of it before. It can be said to be a blockbuster...

Every time someone draws a soul-stirring avatar, the people around will be amazed, and they will all look at the avatar with admiration.

Although there is no first in writing, but when others surpass themselves too much, it is really hard to arouse the desire to compare.

Undoubtedly, the sixth prince who drew the dragon and the one who drew the flamingo passed the test and went to the next test.

But at this moment, Bai Yang's face hurts, what's wrong?

At this time, the conversation of someone nearby caught Bai Yang's attention, and Bai Yang's eyes lit up when he heard it.

The dragon drawn by the sixth prince and the flamingo drawn by someone else, I'm afraid no one here can surpass them, right?

Of course, the animals drawn with brush strokes have such terrifying power, they are almost comparable to the great masters. Who can compare with them?

It's difficult to surpass them. Unless someone makes a painting with a proposition that has never been seen in this world. It is felt by the heavens and fits the way of heaven. Otherwise, it will be impossible to surpass them at all.

Brother, isn't that too flattering? Although the Sixth Prince's transformation is amazing, they are only seventh-rank painters. It is rumored that ninth-rank painters can paint a complete world.

Hmph, where is there a ninth-grade painter in the world...

Bai Yang was not in the mood to listen to the following conversation, he was completely pondering over the sentence 'a painting with a proposition that has never been seen in this world'.

The first time of many things has a special meaning. There are rumors in the Chinese Earth that Cangjie created characters that caused ghosts to cry, and Fuxi created gossip that shocked the gods. It can be seen that the first time it appears will be very extraordinary, especially in this fantasy world. , All kinds of magical visions will appear under the approval of heaven.

After thinking about it, Bai Yang has an idea, maybe there is no such a proposition in this world, right?

So Bai Yang walked towards a table, his appearance was inconspicuous, people's attention was attracted by other people.

Standing behind the table, Bai Yang closed her eyes and thought about it. The kitten's eyes were sharp, and she was helping Bai Yang grind ink beside her. She was very curious about what her young master could draw, and no matter what his young master painted, it would be the best...

Closing his eyes and meditating, the thoughts in Bai Yang's mind gradually became clear, so he stretched out his hand to hold the pen, and his mind was completely silent on the transformation of his imagination.

The moment Bai Yang was writing, a gust of wind blew up inexplicably in this originally calm square, and thick dark clouds appeared strangely above the sky, and the world suddenly became dark.

How is this going?

Countless people were stunned, the rhythm that seems to be raining?

Bai Yang, who was so silent in his imagination, didn't care about the changes in the outside world, and the ink-soaked brush resolutely landed on the rice paper, leaving a black mass in one stroke.

Boom!

The moment Bai Yang put his pen down, the thick dark clouds in the sky trembled, a flash of lightning flashed across, and the world trembled, as if his next painting should not appear in this world.

At this moment, all the people present trembled, and subconsciously cast their gazes on Bai Yang, only to see that the moment Bai Yang wrote, a terrifying aura gushed out from the rice paper in front of him, that aura Full of despair and death, it makes people chill!

Regardless of these, Bai Yang was still painting alone, quickly sketching strokes on the paper.

When he was painting, the breath of death and despair on the paper was surging like the waves of the sea, the sky and the earth were completely dark, the wind was blowing, sand and rocks were flying, and the dark clouds in the sky rolled and thundered.

This vision attracted the attention of countless people. The sixth prince of the Daguang Dynasty who had left suddenly stopped and looked over. Not only that, even a god-like gaze was cast towards this side in the depths of the Tianyinzong mountain range. , Even from the capital of the Daguang Dynasty, countless eyes looked across the void.

The world is quiet, countless people are attracted to look this way, the world is silent, only Bai Yang is painting.

The paintings painted by Bai Yang are pitch black and full of darkness and silence. As he sketches, a desolate and silent painting gradually takes shape.

The earth is full of devastation, bones piled into mountains of bones and blood flowing into rivers, strange beasts roared ferociously, some people screamed in despair, broken weapons rotted in the cold wind, the earth was collapsing, and the vegetation was withering.

The sky and the earth are filled with the black air of death, and further upwards, the broken sky is outlined with simple pen and ink, and the shocking cracks make people feel desperate.

Above is the starry sky, where the stars collapsed and shattered, black holes devoured everything, and huge fragments of stars floated coldly across the starry sky. The stars were being destroyed, the world was being destroyed, and life was being destroyed.

Everything is being destroyed, there is no hope of life, and the breath of despair and death fills everything.

When Bai Yang was painting, the breath of death and silence surged up on the square paper, the dark clouds in the sky spanned thousands of miles, and the thunder and lightning raged in the clouds like a dragon swimming.

When Bai Yang's painting was in the middle stage, a terrible thunder came down from the dark cloud, pointing directly at Bai Yang's painting, as if that painting should not exist in the world.

However, for some reason, when the terrifying thunder was about to fall on the painting, it disappeared silently.

Bai Yang felt something, and should have stopped painting, but a stalwart voice said in his ear: Paint with peace of mind, and don't worry about anything else, I have everything to do, I want to see what earth-shattering paintings you can paint.

Hearing these words, Bai Yang continued to paint with no distractions, sketching stroke by stroke.

Broken earth, desperate creatures, sky full of cracks, starry sky collapsing...

As Bai Yang's painting continued, the dark clouds in the sky spanned tens of thousands of miles, and the terrible thunder rushed down like a tidal wave, intending to destroy the painting.

People in the square stared blankly at this scene. What exactly did this person draw? Actually provoked a thunderbolt from the sky?

Half an hour later, the sky with a radius of more than 100,000 li was covered by dark clouds, and endless thunder bombarded down, centering on Bai Yang, it seemed to turn into a land of lightning. s hard work.

Bai Yang made the last stroke on the rice paper, thought for a while, and picked up a pen on the side to write two words in the Tianyuan Empire characters.

Doomsday!

boom.

The sky trembled, and the dark clouds spanning a hundred thousand miles distorted, and a purple thunderbolt with a diameter of 100 meters came down and pointed at the picture of the end of the world...