Seeing that Chu Yan took out the pen and wanted to draw on the painting with only one grass, everyone was immediately stunned.

    Isn''t this kid crazy, he is clearly talking about understanding the meaning of painting, who asked you to paint?

    "You junior, is too reckless, senior is so drawn, how can you add and change it at will? This is for you to see the meaning of the painting, not for you to paint!"

    Immediately, an old cultivator stood up and said.

    "When did Senior Tsing Yi say that you can only comprehend the meaning of painting, not painting?"

    Chu Yan looked at this person, smiled slightly, and immediately asked back.

    This……

    The old cultivator was immediately stunned.

    This is indeed the case. The old man in Tsing Yi never said that you can''t paint on this scroll, but everyone has never thought about this level of problem. In the eyes of everyone, this painting is extremely precious, how can you paint on it at will.

    "You can paint, but you need to say what you want first!"

    The old man in Tsing Yi looked at Chu Yan and said.

    "This painting is to create!"

    Chu Yan spoke, and between the words, the seven-character pen in his hand began to draw.

    Immediately, a boulder was painted on the grass, and the grass was born against the boulder, and the entire painting style changed in an instant.

    "This means, be strong!"

    Chu Yan opened his mouth, and then waved his hand, the boulder disappeared, and he waved his hand again, and the grass became lush and green, with grass everywhere, gently swaying between the breeze.

    "This means, for joy!"

    Chu Yan opened his mouth and waved his hand immediately. The surrounding vegetation disappeared. Between the painting again, the ground was cracked, the vegetation was dead, and the sky was hot. Only this little grass grew under the scorching sun.

    "This means, to live!"

    Then the brush in Chu Yan''s hand kept changing. In addition to the grass, the scene in this painting was changing constantly, and every time the scene changed, a new artistic conception would appear, and it felt completely different.

    As everyone watched, their gazes changed more and more, so combined, this painting was indeed creation.

    When he stopped writing, there was only one piece of grass left on the screen. Chu Yan looked at the old man in Tsing Yi.

    "Okay, okay, the old man has waited for so long, and finally a person who is not bound by the world and transcends everyone''s thoughts appears. You are very good, what the old man wants is to create, to create a world of his own, grass is with the Create and change, you say what is the meaning of this painting, what does it mean, this is all created by you! Little friend, you have succeeded in your challenge!"

    The old man in Tsing Yi spoke.

    "it is good!"

    "Deserved!"

    "Xiongtai Confucianism is so advanced, I don''t know the honorable name!"

    "Dare to ask little friend, who is it?"

    ...

    There was no jealousy in the eyes of everyone, but deep admiration. No one could do it like Chu Yan, and today no one is dissatisfied.

    The four emperors of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting changed their eyes one by one.

    "Okay, what the old man promised you will naturally be done. This is a drop of this old man''s blood, you can take it!"

    As the old man in green clothes said that, a drop of blood flew out from his fingertips. This drop of blood exuded a crystal luster and floated directly towards Chu Yan.

    Everyone''s eyes came together, but at the moment when this drop of blood fell on Chu Yan''s palm, everyone''s body froze at the same time.

    The birds in the sky no longer fly, the wind no longer blows, and the willow tree still looks like a branch.

    Some people grow up, some raise their hands, some open their mouths...

    Everything, stand still!

    Everything has been fixed, and at this moment, time and space are all still!

    Looking at the motionless people present, the old man in Tsing Yi smiled, and with a big wave of his hand, he closed the stall and walked in front of Chu Yan.

    Seeing Chu Yan''s motionless, immobilized appearance, the old man in azure smiled lightly: "Little guy, you are still too tender!"

    Saying that, the old man in Tsing Yi wanted to take back this drop of blood from Chu Yan''s hand, and at this moment, the old man in Tsing Yi saw the person in front of him suddenly retreat three steps.

    Chu Yan looked at the old man in Tsing Yi and smiled lightly: "Senior Confucianism, you are making fun of a junior like this, isn''t it a bit down on your status!"

    "You kid, under the stillness of my space, you are not affected!"

    The old man in Tsing Yi was an ancient scholar. He played in the human world, and he was also the only ancient other than Chu Yan in the demon world. At this moment, he was extremely surprised to see that Chu Yan was not affected by his own magical powers.

    "If you don''t have some means, how dare you ask for the blood of this senior''s ancient Confucianism!"

    Chu Yan immediately took this drop of blood into the Lingding.

    The old man in front of him is an ancient scholar, and this drop of blood is the blood of an ancient scholar.

    "You kid, don''t get too close to me, everyone is ancient, and they are of the same generation, but since you call me a senior at a young age, I will accept it. Forget it, today I am willing to admit defeat!"

    Gu Ru said immediately a little unhappy.

    For so many years, it was the first time that he had deflated in front of people. You must know that he was an ancient scholar. Although he was the least fond of fighting and was the weakest among the Eight Ancients, he was also one of the supreme beings. After the fall of the Seven Ancients, for a long time, he felt that he was too lonely, because there was no rival between heaven and earth, and that day...

    "Senior, the battle between the Starry Sky Immortal Sea and the Ancient Relics is imminent. The strength of the predecessors can completely penetrate into two places and directly level the two major forces. Not to mention killing them, they can also make the two major forces bow their heads. In the future, there will be no more Fight, what do seniors think?"

    Chu Yan asked, this is his biggest doubt, the strength of an ancient Confucian swept all the strong, even if the cultivation level is like his own master, the ancient Confucian wants to kill it with a wave of hands, but why does he keep doing it? An old man who set up a stall lives in seclusion here.

    When Gu Ru heard this, he immediately sighed and said: "You don''t know, Gu can''t participate in the battle in the Cangyu at will. Just like in the past, in the end, only me was left among the eight...I..."

    "Is it because of Heaven?"

    Chu Yan opened his mouth, he had a hunch, if anyone could influence all of this, it must be the way of heaven.

    The ancients were silent.

    "Senior, can you tell the junior about what happened back then?"

    Chu Yan asked.

    "There are some things that I can''t say or participate in. Many things, the old man is also helpless. I have a fate today, see you later!"

    Gu Ru opened his mouth, then turned around, Chu Yan just wanted to speak, but Gu Ru suddenly turned around, the sadness on his face disappeared, and smiled at Chu Yan: "Little friend, you really don''t want to be with my beautiful girl. Does the disciple have a baby?"

    "Junior already has a family, thank you for your kindness!"

    "Really not alive?"

    "No birth!"

    "Okay, boy, don''t regret it!"

    ...

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