Wenbao Hall deserves to be called Wenbao.
Countless calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls around the hall.
Each one can be called the work of everyone.
The whole hall is filled with the fragrance of ink.
If it weren't for the cold and empty feeling , this should be a paradise for literati.
Standing at the end of the hall, Bai Yi looked at the picture of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix in front of him, and couldn't help but nodded slightly.
The birds in this picture were painted vividly and lifelike, especially the phoenix in the picture, which has a red head and a snake neck.
There is a fish tail and dragon pattern, and the colorful tail feathers seem to be dancing in the wind.
The male is high-spirited and the female is docile.
The two mythical beasts look like they are about to burst out of the paper and rush towards the nine heavens.
The phoenix is female and the phoenix is male.
The mythical beast like phoenix originally has not one head, but two heads.
Bai Yi couldn't help but admire his superb painting skills.
This painting of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix must have come from the hands of a poet.
To be able to figure out the art of painting to such an extent, without a hundred years of hard work, it is absolutely impossible.
Thinking of Elder Wen of Cangyun Sect who liked to shake the feather fan, Bai Yi sighed lightly.
Deep in the main hall, opposite Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix, is a huge sword calligraphy.
This calligraphy is like a majestic mountain peak, opposite to Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix.
The fonts are sonorous, powerful, and uninhibited, especially the last part of the word "Sword".
A stroke of randomness reveals a sense of madness, like a drunken sword dance, which makes people fascinated.
Whether it's Birds Paying Attention to the Phoenix or that sword calligraphy, it's impossible for an extraordinary person to write it.
There are indeed some mortals who are extremely talented in calligraphy and painting, but this kind of talent needs to be accumulated over many years.
Reaching the peak, in Bai Yi's eyes, no one can write or paint the two cultural treasures in front of him without indulging in the centuries-old art of pen and ink.
Cultivators do have a long lifespan, but no one will easily waste their lifespan on other paths.
Cultivation is always the most important point, but there are also many cultivators with weird temperaments.
Not to mention the poet's obsession with the art of calligraphy and painting, even Cangyun Ancestor has not been obsessed with refining weapons for thousands of years.
It is not uncommon for calligraphers to appear among cultivators.
Even the appearance of great Confucian scholars and emperors is very common.
Even in those long years, some cultivators with weird temperaments had a retreat.
Changing from a male monk to a female monk, or from a female monk to a male monk, has happened before.
Cultivation is indeed very lonely and boring, so the habits of cultivators become more and more weird.
Bai Yi was not surprised that the poet had a high level of attainment in calligraphy.
However, when he stood in front of the sword calligraphy, the look in his eyes began to gradually change, sometimes doubtful, sometimes cold.
The sword post in front of you.
It is not an exaggeration to call it a masterpiece.
If it were placed in the human world, almost all literati would go crazy for it.
However, the sword stickers seen in Bai Yi's eyes were different from the ones at Ni Qiuyu's residence.
Everyone who loves the art of writing and ink will inevitably have his or her own fixed style of writing.
Some are bold and some are subtle.
Some people are sharp and some are soft, it has nothing to do with attainments.
Just because of their own habits, few people will have completely different handwriting when writing two words.
Bai Yi, the calligraphy and painting of Elder Wen Mo Feng, has seen it with his own eyes.
The word "dao" can be said to be heavy and sharp, as sharp as a knife, giving people a sense of calmness and magnanimity.
However, the sword character in front of him was extremely unruly.
It seemed that even the drawing paper could not restrain the sword character.
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It was about to jump out of the paper and stab the person it saw.
The word "dao" is like a peak.
With a strong meaning, the words "Sword" are flying, regardless of the thickness of the paper and the thickness of the ink.
Different penpowers outline different words of "Sword".
In Bai Yi's eyes, it was not Elder Wen Mo Feng who wrote the sword calligraphy in front of him. .
Could it be that the scholar is not Elder Wen, but someone else?
Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Bai Yi couldn't help but frown slightly.
In his opinion, Elder Wen, who was most likely to be the Mohist, now seemed not to be the true form of the Mohist.
So besides Mo Feng, who else in the Cangyun Sect could possibly be there?
Is it related to Mo Ke?
Did Mo Feng intentionally write a different handwriting, or did Elder Wen really have nothing to do with the poet?
Deep in the Wenbao Hall, after Bai Yi saw the sword post, not only could he not completely eliminate his doubts about Mo Feng, but he only added more doubts.
Pushing down the doubts in his mind, he looked down the sword post and saw a row of small words written on the place where the signature was signed.
The rain falls on the white willows, the wind stops and I stand in front of the painting, the ink dances on the long river, and my heart is like a ten thousand-foot-long rock.
The font of this poem is consistent with the word sword in the sword post, which is very elegant and lively.
"Wind and rain, dancing ink heart" Looking at the sword post, Bai Yi hummed in a low voice.
Both the sword characters and the poem were definitely not something ordinary people could write, especially the artistic conception in the characters, which was vaguely connected to the Tao.
In Bai Yi's opinion, The person who wrote this sword post must have given birth to Tao roots.
Calligraphy and painting are not the same thing.
Writing requires tranquility and painting requires spirit.
The person who can understand both calligraphy and painting to such an extent is probably no longer a Nascent Soul monk, but a deity above the Nascent Soul.
The journey of calligraphy and painting is the most time-consuming.
Although the lifespan of cultivators is long, it is only relative to ordinary people.
The lifespan of a foundation-building monk is about two hundred years, and the golden elixir can live for at least five hundred years.
Once the Nascent Soul is completed, it will last for thousands of years.
Every Nascent Soul monk, if he does not die unexpectedly, will live for more than a thousand years. , however, although the millennium seems to be a long time, few people will waste time.
Few people are willing to spend a hundred or even two hundred years to specialize in some calligraphy and painting techniques.
Perhaps only those incarnations with a life span of more than three thousand years really have time to travel around the world and do something they like, or spend hundreds of years on it.
Time, dormant in the blue clouds Thinking that Mo Ke might have reached the level of spiritual transformation, Bai Yi's heart couldn't help but become colder.
"The rain falls on the white willows, and the wind stops and I stand in front of the painting.
The ink dances on the long river, and the heart is like a ten thousand-foot rock.
Since you can see the wind and rain, and the dance of the ink on the heart, it seems that you are also proficient in the art of pen and ink."
When Bai Yi was deep in thought, a whisper suddenly came from behind him, and a figure stood behind him at some point. villain The thoughts in his heart were instantly dispersed by Bai Yi.
Without looking, he had already recognized the other party's voice.
It was Chen Xiao who called everyone "Master" when he saw him.
Facing the villain, Bai Yi couldn't show any flaws.
This person was too gloomy, and his scheming was as deep as the sea.
Naturally, Bai Yi was slightly startled, and then he turned around.
The person standing behind him was wearing a smiling mask, and his figure was hidden in a large black robe.
It was impossible to tell whether he was strong or thin.
"My lord, this junior is polite."
Bai Yi bowed slightly and saluted with a hint of respect in his hoarse tone.
The visitor gave a cold laugh, then turned his back, looked at the birds facing the phoenix, and said very casually: "Since he is Lord Wenbao's subordinate, he must have been with that Lord for some years.
I don't know how to use pen and ink."
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