MTL - This is How the Heavens and the Worlds Come-Chapter 163 Bald God of Creation

In Fangshi, on the big stage of the painter competition, the two judges Baiyi and Qingqiong discussed for a long time before they came up with the final eight paintings.

These eight paintings have their own merits, but I have to say that Bai Yi's vision is still good.

She publicized the eight paintings and gave them a view to everyone who participated in the battle.

"Eight people entered the finals this time, namely Li Ziyi, Song Hua, Zhang Yi..."

When she finished reading the seventh person, she paused and continued: "There is the last one, Lin Qingyun."

Obviously, a feminine name.

Immediately after that, eight people came to the stage, all showing their joy, being able to stand out from thousands of people and being favored by the girl in white is enough to make them play for a lifetime.

In the younger generation, Bai Yi has already beaten them into Muggles through personal charm... and violence, and has gained everyone's approval.

Especially, this time, Bai Yi even said that in this painter contest, the winner can... have the opportunity to become a Taoist companion with her.

As soon as the news was released, all the transformed monks in Fangcun Mountain went crazy, not because of the beauty of Bai Yi.

But because Bai Yi was the direct disciple of Fangcunshan's ancestor, once he married her, it meant that he could become Fangcunshan's heir.

Favored by the legendary patriarch.

In the legend of Baiyi and Qingqiong, the people of Fangcunshan were the first in the ancient times, and the ancestor who saw the head but not the tail of the dragon, who was boasted by Qingqiong and Baiyi, was able to crush all the gods.

Even secretly called the first person in the flood, except for Daozu.

The Taoist ancestor who created the prehistoric cultivation system is still pressing on the creatures of heaven and earth.

Those older creatures, no one can forget the scene of the Taoist ancestor who gave his destiny to all living beings.

Qing Qiong looked at the eight people in front of him, his eyes focused on Lin Qingyun, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Is a woman also coveting the beauty of the second senior sister?

It seems... when they held this contest, they didn't restrict the gender of the contestants.

Thinking of this, Qing Qiong covered his face, a little afraid to imagine, what if Lin Qingyun really won...

The consequences could be disastrous.

"Congratulations, you have entered the finals."

But Bai Yi didn't seem to care about it very much. Looking at the eight people who entered the final, the corners of his mouth were raised and he smiled.

Then the eight people saw that she took out a picture scroll from behind and slowly stretched it out.

It was the figure of Yang Shou that she described.

The appearance is quite similar, but it is only a simple drawing, and no bones are drawn.

The monks who were eliminated in the preliminaries also looked at this picture.

In the picture scroll, Yang Shou is standing on the big platform in front of the Sanxing Cave, beside the Lingquan, wearing a simple and elegant Taoist robe, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.

It's obviously a very charming painting, but... when it's painted in white clothes, it's just a simple portrait of a character.

Bai Yi felt that using this painting to record Shizun was an insult to Shizun, so he held this competition and wanted to draw a peerless picture for Shizun.

It contains the rhythm of the master and the unspeakable invincible temperament.

Obviously standing there, neither fighting nor winning, but no one in the world can compete with him.

This kind of temperament was born slowly since Yang Shou evolved the world, watching the destruction of the wizard world and the rune world.

It is engraved in the soul, and it will radiate out of the invisible, but it is extremely difficult to be portrayed.

Among them, there is the indifference that regards the living beings in the world as ants, the wisdom of looking at ancient and modern civilizations, and...

"This one is the master of Fangcun Mountain, the lord of the first sect of all ages. The world is already invincible, so he will live in seclusion in Fangcun Mountain. The eight of you entered the finals. It is no longer free to paint, but..."

"Draw a lifelike ancestor who spans ancient and modern times and overwhelms the heavens!"

Bai Yi's eyes were clear and calm, looking at the eight people who were stunned.

This question is more difficult than they imagined.

The eight of them, although their paintings are wonderful on weekdays, it is almost impossible to portray a person who has never been seen before, especially the Lord of Fangcun Mountain.

He also had to draw the temperament that Bai Yi said, and for a while, the eight people were stunned on the spot, staring at the picture scroll that Bai Yi was holding in his hands.

This man had an ordinary appearance, but he stood beside the Lingquan and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, which made them ponder for a long time and didn't know where to start.

"No hurry, there is no time limit for painting, you can take it slow."

Bai Yi chuckled lightly, and lifted the painting, suspended in mid-air, so that more people could see it.

She wants to take advantage of this opportunity to spread the name of the patriarch to Fangcun Mountain, and then, to spread the name of the patriarch, the name of the first sect of all ages, to the whole prehistoric.

All the monks who participated in the competition, including the lively audience, raised their heads and stared at this picture scroll for the first time.

"Patriarch will later, I'll go tell the girl in white."

Outside the crowd, Situ Yu also saw the picture scroll, which looked exactly like Yang Shou next to him.

Yang Shou waved his hand to stop him, shook his head and said, "No need, I want to see what Bai Yi wants to do."

He could see at a glance that the picture scroll was tangible and intangible. In fact, as long as the realm was high, it was difficult to be recorded by the picture scroll or the like.

Because their existence is a taboo between heaven and earth, trying to portray an atmosphere similar to them is to provoke and blaspheme their majesty.

Unless the deity's permission is given to give temperament and rhythm, it is difficult for outsiders to describe it without permission.

Or the cultivation realm is higher than him.

But... Yang Shou said that there is no realm higher than him in the entire universe at present.

The quantitative change is terrifying enough, and it can also crush the qualitative change. The sixth level of the wizard's runes is enough for Yang Shou to crush all living beings.

Because so far, there is no real seventh-level birth.

After being stopped by Yang Shou, Situ Yu had to wait beside Yang Shou while watching the paintings of the eight people on the high platform.

The first person has already started to write, using the method of splashing ink, splashing brush and ink on the desk very forcefully, and then sketching little by little.

He changed the layout of the painting, no longer standing in front of the Sanxing Cave, but stepping on the clouds, overlooking the whole flood.

Yang Shou's eyes lit up. Although he was pretending to be forceful, the idea was not bad. It was quite similar to his body standing above the Nine Heavens.

Every stroke is subtle, the player has spent a lot of effort, eyebrows, hair, even clouds, he is carefully sketching.

Seeing his actions behind, Yang Shou shook his head, entangled in the subtleties, ignoring the essence, and could already be declared eliminated.

Sure enough, this person has completed most of the composition, leaving only a pair of eyes that have not been traced, but when he was about to draw a brush to trace the eyes, he suddenly froze.

It seems... between heaven and earth, somewhere, there is a force that prevents him from writing.

From all directions, countless voices seemed to say to him, you are not worthy!

Yes, that is, you are not worthy, not worthy of this stroke, not worthy of painting this person.

The eye of the patriarch, mortals can't click!

Bai Yi also noticed this scene, watching this person holding the pen and standing on the spot, his mood also became nervous.

She very much hoped that this person would be successful in depicting the portraits of Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai and the Patriarch of Xingyue Sanxingdong.

The first sect of all ages without a portrait of the patriarch does not live up to its name. In the future, if there are more disciples, wouldn’t everyone know the patriarch?

This painting is a must.

Yang Shou looked at the person who wrote the pen first, touched his chin, and pondered a little, then he knew the reason.

The main reason is that this person wants to portray his own temperament, but his own strength is not enough to record his temperament.

This goes on, sooner or later...

"puff!"

Sure enough, the first person who had been trying to portray the temperament of the patriarch, after a stalemate for dozens of breaths, spewed a mouthful of blood, his expression was sluggish, and his spiritual power immediately started a riot.

Fortunately, he realized that he couldn't do anything, and stopped in time, so he was not killed by Yang Shou's temperament that he wanted to forcibly record.

"No...this...it's impossible! I'm already at the peak of the ternary realm, even the sixth-level enlightenment realm can be forcibly described, the ancestor is really a god..."

The first person to write the pen fell into self-doubt, and finally shook his head and sighed, "Blame me for being overly self-sufficient, everyone, work hard..."

After speaking, he crossed his knees and recuperated his wounds in front of everyone.

The other seven looked at him, but none of them laughed at him. Those who made it to the finals had eyesight and could see the difficulty of the painting at a glance.

Especially the last stroke, whoever completes the last stroke can successfully record the temperament of the ancestors in it.

Silence, everyone stopped talking, and they frowned, trying to figure out how to record the temperament of the ancestors.

"I'll come for the second one."

After a long time, the second one finally stood up, walked to the desk, splashed ink and started painting.

This time, he learned his lesson and painted the eyes first, then slowly traced the rest.

In the picture~www.novelbuddy.com~ Yang Shou is standing on the top of the mountain, facing the sea, and a desolate and distant breath blows towards him.

The other six people who had not yet written down stared at him one after another, watching him swipe ink and splash ink, and gradually perfect the whole idea.

"This one has a chance to succeed!"

Bai Yi clenched his fists and looked at the contestant.

Qing Qiong stood behind it, and also felt the distant breath in the picture scroll that was about to take shape, but...

"What the **** is this bald head?"

That's right, the second person to paint, Yang Shou, has a nose, eyes, arms and legs, but no hair.

A bald one.

Outside the crowd, Yang Shou, who was watching silently, twitched the corners of his mouth and shook his head: "This person can take advantage of tricks and lose my hair. I want to use this to distract the backlash, but..."

The first player did not draw the eyes, so the last two strokes were extremely difficult to fall, and this player did not draw the hair, but the hair has countless strokes, and if it is finally completed, it can disperse the power of backlash.

If the power of backlash is one thousand, every time he completes a hair, it is only a few tenths, which is less than the power of backlash to directly describe two eyes.

This contestant's idea was correct. He took out a pen and prepared to renew the hair of the God of Creation. He wrote the first one. Although he also had the power to backlash, he was much more relaxed compared to the first one who couldn't write for a long time.

At least, he's finished painting the first half of a hair.

But just when he wanted to continue to draw, he couldn't draw it no matter what.

In this way, a picture of a bald patriarch with only half a hair was quietly placed on the table.

The second writer is clenching his teeth, trying his best to give birth to the God of Creation.