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Chapter 1294

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    The picture scroll unfolded slowly, and an aura of grandeur emerged from it.

    I saw a phantom figure of a saint in Confucian uniform walking out of the scroll, with piercing eyes and an air of righteousness.

    When the phantom of Wen Sheng appeared, the surroundings were suddenly enveloped by white light.

    "This painting of mine, as long as you can stick to it for a stick of incense!" Chi Zhongke said in a deep voice.

    He has already determined that Lu Yu is a ghost cultivator.

    However, Confucian and Taoist literary sages are fatal to ghost cultivators.

    Many ghost cultivators may be wiped out if they encounter the magic weapon of Wen Sheng, so ghost cultivators and Confucianism cultivators have always been in the same situation.

    Chu Yuruo couldn't help but said: "Senior, you have already produced a painting before. According to the rules, as long as Wang Chen can look at a stick of incense, it is considered a pass. You have to produce a new painting like this, isn't it  Break your rules!"

    Previously, Chi Zhongke only said that it would be enough to observe the painting for a stick of incense, but did not say what method to use.

    It is not a violation of the rules for Lu Yu to destroy the scroll.

    Chi Zhongke sneered: "In my Qujiang Pond, I am the rule!"

    Chu Yuruo still wanted to argue, but Lu Yu suddenly stopped him.

    "Before you, you should have watched Wen Sheng from a long distance, so this painting is of a certain standard." Lu Yu looked at the painting in front of him.

    Chi Zhongke said in a deep voice: "Look at this painting for a stick of incense."

    If it is a ghost cultivator, looking at the portrait of Wensheng for a stick of incense, I am afraid that the soul will die directly.

    Lu Yu saw what Chi Zhongke thought, and said with a faint smile: "I just praised you a few words. In my opinion, your painting is still empty and clumsy."

    What!

    The guest in the pool said angrily: "You don't understand anything, what do you know!"

    People who have always participated in the Qujiang Banquet have not been able to decipher Chi Zhongke's paintings, so he is also proud of it.

    Only Lu Yu, who had just arrived and reprimanded Chi Zhongke, made him unbearable at all.

    "The reason why Wensheng is powerful is not how tall he is, but because of his inner knowledge. After years of accumulation, the Chinese spirit bursts out of his chest, and his breath becomes a sword, and he spits out words to kill people."

    Lu Yu said lightly: "Ordinary people deliberately enlarge their images in order to show their respect for the sages. In fact, many sages are just like ordinary people. They may have incomplete limbs, and some even have ugly faces, but the only thing that remains unchanged is  It is their awe-inspiring spirit."

    "Because of the awe-inspiring spirit, even if they look ugly, some people will still respect and admire him. But this one of yours is just a perfect portrait, without a trace of elegance."

    Lu Yu looked directly at Wen Sheng in the portrait, and said in a deep voice: "Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, nothing has its appearance."

    This sentence, every word, seems to cause some kind of power between heaven and earth to vibrate.

    Lu Yu has mastered the principles of Confucianism and Taoism. He is the master of Confucianism and Taoism, and he is like a sage of literature.

    A false saint in a portrait met the real saint.

    Ashamed of his appearance, he has no face and blends in between heaven and earth.

    Puchi!

    The fire appeared, and for a while, the portrait started to burn out of thin air.

    "You dare to burn my painting!" Chi Zhongke was furious, and he reached out to save the burning painting in the air.

    However, the painting burned extremely fast, and before he could save it, it fell directly into the hands of the guest in the pool and turned into ashes.

    In less than a stick of incense, the two paintings were buried in front of Lu Yu.

    The guest in the pool could no longer contain the roar in his heart, and a tyrannical coercion directly swept across the entire pavilion.

    "If you dare to destroy my painting, you will never leave alive today." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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