I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

Zhang Xuansheng's move touched people's minds, and some people felt puzzled.

Didn’t I just say I don’t understand very much, but now I’m talking about offering paintings, what does it mean?

Meng Tianxiang also didn't understand what was going on. The other party neither answered her questions, but admitted that she was not good at painting.

Zhan Liantian exchanged glances with Meng Tianxiang, and the two shook their heads invisible.

Jiang Yingshui looked at Zhang Xuansheng with great interest. She had seen Fairy Xuanyue's literary talent before. At this time, she was even more interested in her handsome brother, and wanted to see what the other party wanted to paint.

"Brother Zhang, use my pen."

Shu Tianyang graciously handed over a pen, which was made by the best fairy wolf king, a magic pen that was priceless and priceless, and he only got it through family relations.

what?You say that the wolf demon fairy king sells his own hair to make pens very cheap?

That's because you don't know what huge cultivation resources the fairy king has gathered with this...

Zhang Xuansheng smiled and shook his head, his fingers moved slightly, and a Hongmeng Dao pen appeared in his hand.

"Hiss——It's Hongmeng Ziqi again, how wasteful is this brother and sister?"

"I heard that Fairy Xuanyue used Hongmeng Ziqi to write, but I thought it was a rumor. Now when I saw it, what he said was true."

"I'm afraid it's not the same pen, but two people use each other."

"Don't be sour, this is obviously a form of Dao Power, and it may not have been like a pen before. This can only show that people carry a purple qi, and brothers and sisters probably have them."

"It's really a violent thing, there is such a divine thing that does not absorb refining, but it is used as a pen."

"The painting with this stroke alone has good value in itself, maybe there will be remnants of the grand and purple air."

"..."

The people in the exhibition hall expressed their shock. They were very sad at Zhang Xuansheng's act of using Hongmeng Ziqi as Daobi.

Shu Tianyang also took his pen back in embarrassment. Regardless of its preciousness, Hongmeng Ziqi made the pen, and the force was obviously higher than his.

Zhang Xuansheng is also a little strange, because he has a lot of things like Hongmeng Ziqi, he doesn't think it is precious.

Before he came to the real spirit world, he thought that there were everywhere in the great world.

He just woke up and saw Lan Wei, the light veil on the other party's body was also made of Hongmeng and Purple Qi, he thought it was indeed very common.

Little did they know that Lanyu's behavior was already a huge waste.

However, they are immortal emperors, and no one can say anything if they talk a little about the pomp, and when they reach that level, the effect of Hongmeng Ziqi on it is really not great.

Zhang Xuansheng is a full man who doesn't know the hungry man is hungry. Hongmeng Ziqi is a snack to feed the ball, let him use the purple qi to make ink, and there is no feeling of swaying at will.

But if you want to paint, you still have to have a color scheme, not all purple.

He glanced over the ink pond. The colored ink used here is all ground with special fairy materials, and can make spiritual paintings in accordance with the monks' mana and understanding of the great road.

"Why didn't Zhang Gongzi start writing? Didn't you think about what to paint?"

Jiang Yingshui asked, this is not urging, but pure curiosity. She feels that since Fairy Xuanyue has that level of cultivation, then her brother will never be bad. Besides, he is so handsome and is definitely a good match. what!

"It's just the first time to paint in such a formal way. It's a bit uncomfortable."

Zhang Xuansheng shook his head. This is the first time he has done a formal painting. It is the first time he paints.

In the previous life in the Foundation, things like pens were absolutely dangerous to him. How could he have nothing to do with painting?

When everyone heard Zhang Xuansheng's words, they were even more curious about what amazing things this prince of the Holy Spirit Kingdom would do so attractive today.

Seeing Zhang Xuansheng tapping the tabletop with his left hand, the fine rice paper soared, being forced by his spiritual power to the rear wall, and pressed tightly.

"Is he going to create in the form of a mural?"

"Before, he said he did graffiti with Fairy Xuanyue when he was a child, so is he used to painting vertically?

"This... shouldn't he come up with any graffiti?"

"..."

The people around are whispering, some are curious and worried, some look forward to the painting.

Zhang Xuansheng searched in his mind for any good painting themes, but he shook his head half thinking about it.

He has anything to think about. He doesn't know how to paint anyway, just think of one thing in his mind.

He hopes to create a peerless painting that reflects his own style.

Thinking about this, he casually swung the Hongmeng Dao Pen with his right hand, and directly splashed the fairy ink without looking at the color of the ink pond.

Throughout the process, he used the Taoist Sutra combined with the unique spiritual power of his own chaotic body, combined with the Hongmeng Taoist rhyme, and finally added his own understanding of the sword.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

There were several breaking noises, and countless ink dots fell on the rice paper pasted on the wall.

Zhang Xuansheng felt that it was okay, so he stood up and put away the Hongmeng Dao Pen.

"This... what does this mean?"

"It's over after a few strokes of ink?"

"Is it possible, is it really just graffiti?"

"..."

Those people who are looking forward to the superb painting performance are obviously unacceptable. Shu Tianyang is also hesitant to speak on the sidelines, thinking about how to remedy the situation in order to save the face of "Big Brother".

The paper clearly has only the main colors of white, red, and black, mixed together, it looks like a mess, nothing.

But at this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Ah, look, Xianmo is slipping and fainting!"

"Oh my God, the situation on paper is changing."

"Hiss-formed, formed!"

"Unbelievable, there is such a miracle."

"Fart, what is a miracle, it is clearly that Young Master Xuan Sheng's painting skills have reached the pinnacle, so extraordinary!"

"Unexpectedly, in that short instant, three strokes of the brush could create such a scene."

"..."

The people present were all staring at the rice paper on the wall, and the fairy ink on it should slip and fall, faint, and freeze.

Zhang Xuansheng chose a pair of secret propaganda, that is, the color of the paper is not white and bright, but almost yellowish, with a sense of age.

At this time, the white ink on the paper slipped and fainted, like a snow falling slowly.

Below is an Aoxue Hanmei, the red pink fairy ink fades away, as if a flower is gradually blooming.

That straight figure, like a proud sword, seemed to be rushing out of the paper, making people afraid to look directly.

In the process of gradually finalizing the picture, everyone seems to have discovered a new mystery, that is, the falling snow and the traces of the winter plum, as if faintly telling the road.

It is not round and round, but it gives people the meaning of roundness. It is the existence of this roundness that allows this painting to survive, otherwise the sharp sword energy may destroy this painting.