On this day, Dan Qingsheng stayed in the room, standing in front of the desk, eyes slightly closed, adjusting his breathing. On the desk, a large piece of paper was spread out, with cinnabar-colored ink and thick and thin brushes next to it. It has been a long time since Dan Qingsheng prepared such a complete set of things, just because what he wanted to paint this time was what he was best at before. At this time, Danqingsheng has no anger or obsession, and just wants to express the feelings in his heart. Xiaoyu and Wang Xiaofeng stood outside, looking up from time to time. "Young master, you've been standing there for a long time, why haven't you started writing yet?" Wang Xiaofeng was a little anxious. "What do you know? Young Master is brewing something" Xiao Yu kept saying it, but her eyes looked inside curiously. They all know that Dan Qingsheng is very good at painting, but most of the things he painted before were characters, and the content was too special, which would either kill people or make people crazy. This time Dan Qingsheng finally got to paint "normal" things, and both of them were looking forward to it. Suddenly, the painter opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to paint. As soon as the first stroke of the pen fell, a vision of light arose. It is not the brilliance of Yipin Literary Movement, but the pure power of literary movement. Xiao Yu and Wang Xiaofeng felt nothing, but two people in the mansion school were alarmed. Xiaoyu and Wang Xiaofeng felt the wind blowing behind them. When they turned around, two figures fell one after another. Gu Shaoshang¡¯s teacher Li Yuanzhi, and Xu Wenyuan, the head of the state academy. As long as the power of ordinary literary luck reaches above the first level, corresponding phenomena will inevitably occur. But the power generated by Dan Qingsheng after he put pen to paper was already above the first level, but it did not produce the first-level vision. With the cultivation level of Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi, they immediately noticed something abnormal and came to check. "I've met these two gentlemen." Xiaoyu and Wang Xiaofeng saluted quickly. "What is Dan Qingsheng doing there?" Li Yuanzhi frowned. There are many situations that cause abnormal literary fortune, most of which are negative. He was a little worried that the painter did not know the depth and would touch some taboo things. Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi had similar thoughts, and even wanted to break in directly. Wang Xiaofeng blocked the door with a lunge: "Two gentlemen, the young master is painting, please be patient." Painting? Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi glanced at each other. Even if the painting depicts literary fortune, how could it be so weird? "We won't disturb him, you get out of the way first." Li Yuanzhi raised his hand and waved, and Wang Xiaofeng and Xiao Yu were pushed away by an invisible force. Xu Wenyuan then stepped forward and opened the door. With their eyesight, they could see what Dan Qingsheng had drawn on the desk at a glance. There are a few thick ink marks, but nothing can be seen. But these specious ink marks exude a strange power of literary destiny. Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi looked at each other again, and both saw a hint of shock and anger in each other's eyes. "A masterpiece!" Xu Wenyuan gritted his teeth: "This brat is really messing around!" Li Yuanzhi also stamped his feet repeatedly: "If I had known that this boy was painting such things, I should have stopped him in the first place" Dan Qingsheng didn't know, My attempt to improve my cultivation through calligraphy and painting accidentally touched a recognized taboo. Normally, literati who cultivate the Way of Literature, no matter what kind of cultivation they are, will only try to reach the next level when their true energy reaches the ninth level. The saying that the Ninefold Return to One comes from this. At other times, although there are "overflow" breakthroughs, they are all coincidental and unintentional. If you do this deliberately, your thoughts will inevitably affect your works, causing abnormalities in literary movement. The risk of failure to break the ban will increase exponentially. But now the painter has started writing, and his literary fortune has emerged. If you interrupt hastily, the risk will be even greater. Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi were shocked and angry, but there was nothing they could do. Dan Qingsheng, on the other hand, concentrated on painting and had no awareness of the outside world. In Dan Qingsheng¡¯s painting, the mountains gradually appear, and a broad river runs from east to west. On the river, there is a small boat, facing the waves With the vivid strokes of the painting, the rising literary destiny becomes stronger and stronger. Judging from the strength alone, it has almost reached the fourth level of literary luck. However, there is no longer any vision. Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi¡¯s nerves became more and more tense, and their hearts became more anxious. Now he is in the fourth grade of literary career, which shows the talent of painters. But if the ban fails in the end, the consequences will be disastrous. Under the tangled gazes of Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi, Dan Qingsheng continued painting as if there was no one else around. With hooking, rubbing, and staining, the momentum of the painting gradually spreads.?More and more majestic. Dan Qingsheng originally bought colored ink and wanted to add some color. The paintability is so thick that I forgot to change the ink halfway through. The water haloed the ink seal, like five colors, and a pure ink painting gradually took shape. The literary destiny, which has always been stagnant and undisturbed, has finally changed. "Buzz" There was a soft sound, and a huge brilliance rippled out, covering an area of ??more than a hundred feet in an instant. Xu Wenyuan, Li Yuanzhi, Xiao Yu, and Wang Xiaofeng were in a trance deep inside. In a trance, everyone was among the mountains and rivers. Next to it are towering mountain peaks. Beside you, is the endless river. When a wave hit, Xiaoyu and Wang Xiaofeng screamed and ran away. Only when the water splashed through his body did he realize that it was a strange phenomenon of literary luck. The fifth grade of literary fortune is immersive. This painter actually painted a painting of the fifth grade of literary movement! ! Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi were even more shocked. While they were happy that Dan Qingsheng had done something like this, they also had even more worry in their eyes. Reaching the fifth level is certainly a good thing, but if you can't break through Let's look at the painting. Put down the pen, close your eyes slightly, and a white air visible to the naked eye will appear on your body, and a ribbon will wrap around your body. The true energy seeds in the body have transformed from a real and illusory form into a solid existence, like a pearl, shining brightly in the darkness. Concentrate! Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The true energy has broken through. So, what about literary luck? ! A breakthrough in true energy can be sensed, but a breakthrough in literary luck cannot be traced. The only thing that can be determined is whether Dan Qingsheng can suffer the backlash of breaking the ban. The two watched nervously. After a long time, the air waves on Dan Qingsheng's body dissipated and he slowly opened his eyes. It¡¯s okay, literary luck has also broken through, third grade! ! ! Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi finally felt relieved. "I have met these two gentlemen." Dan Qingsheng regained consciousness and quickly saluted the two of them. Xu Wenyuan and Li Yuanzhi were silent for a moment, then suddenly made a move at the same time. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? The two of them stood up at the same time, reaching out to grab the painting on the desk. Xu Wenyuan's cultivation was higher and he was the first to get the painting. "Ha, boy, just give this painting to me." Xu Wenyuan rolled up the painting with a smile on his face, and his fortune disappeared: "I have been protecting you for a long time, so a small reward is not too much." Li Yuanzhi was furious: "Mr. Xu, are you okay? It can't be like this. Dan Qingsheng has promised to give me his painting a long time ago. If you don't believe me, you ask." Faced with Li Yuanzhi's aggressive gaze, Dan Qingsheng couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Well, it is true" "That's bullshit, I am. Xu Wenyuan glared and said, "Li Yuanzhi is just a doctor of state science, can he disobey the president?" At this moment, Gu Shaoshang ran in from outside. "Qingsheng, I saw a vision. Is it your painting? We have agreed to give the painting to me" "Get out!" Before he could finish his words, Gu Shaoshang was beaten out by two powerful forces.