This is How the Heavens and the Worlds Come

In Fangshi, on the high stage of the artist competition, the two judges, Bai Yi and Qing Qiong, discussed for a long time before they came up with the final eight paintings.

Each of these eight paintings has its own merits, but it has to be said that Bai Yi has a good eye.

She publicized the eight paintings and showed them to everyone who participated in the battle.

"This time there are eight finalists, Li Ziyi, Song Hua, Zhang Yi..."

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

Obviously, a feminine name.

Immediately after, the eight people came onto the stage, all showing joyful expressions. Being able to stand out from thousands of people and win the favor of the girl in white is enough to blow them away for a lifetime.

Among the younger generation, Bai Yi has already won everyone's approval by beating them into Muggles through personal charm...and violence.

Especially, this time in the artist competition, Bai Yi even said that the winner, can... have the opportunity to become a Taoist partner with her.

As soon as this news was released, all the transformed monks in Fangcun Mountain went crazy for it, not because of the beauty in white.

It's because Bai Yi is the direct disciple of Fang Cun Shan's ancestor, once he marries her, it means he can become Fang Cun Shan's heir.

Favored by the legendary patriarch.

In the eulogy of Bai Yi and Qing Qiong, the people of Fangcun Mountain have the first sect in all ages, and the patriarch who can't see the head of the dragon, who is boasted by Qing Qiong Bai Yi, can crush a group of celestial beings.

He was even secretly called the first person in the wild, except for Daozu.

The Dao ancestor who created the prehistoric cultivation system is still overwhelming the creatures of heaven and earth.

Those older creatures, none of them can forget the scene of Taoist ancestor giving 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.

Does a woman also covet the beauty of the second senior sister?

It seems... when the competition was held, they didn't restrict the gender of the contestants.

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

The consequences could be disastrous.

"Congratulations, you have entered the final."

But Bai Yi didn't seem to care much about it. Looking at the eight finalists, the corners of his mouth curled up and he smiled.

Then the eight people saw her take out a scroll from behind, and slowly unfold it.

It was the figure of Yang Shou that she traced.

The appearance is quite similar, but it is only a simple drawing of the shape, without drawing the bones.

Those monks who were eliminated in the preliminaries also looked at this scroll.

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 is obviously a very charming painting, but... drawn in white clothes, it is just a simple portrait of a person.

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

Contains the master's Taoism, as well as that unspeakable invincible temperament.

Obviously standing there, not fighting or fighting, but no one in the world can compete with him.

This kind of temperament was born slowly after Yang Shou watched the destruction of the world of wizards and runes since he evolved into the world.

It is engraved in the soul, and it will emanate from the invisible, but it is extremely difficult to be portrayed.

Among them, there is the indifference to see the creatures in the world like ants, the wisdom to look at ancient and modern civilizations, and... the invincible aura that overwhelms the heavens.

"This one is the lord of Fangcun Mountain, the suzerain of the first sect in the ages. He is already invincible in the world, so he lives in seclusion in Fangcun Mountain. The eight of you have entered the finals. You are no longer free to paint, but..."

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

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

This question was more difficult than they imagined.

The eight of them, although their daily paintings are excellent, it is almost impossible to portray a person they have never seen before, especially the Lord of Fangcun Mountain.

It was necessary to draw the temperament that Bai Yi said in his mouth. For a moment, the eight people were stunned on the spot, staring at the picture scroll in Bai Yiyang's hands.

This man had an ordinary appearance, but the expression of standing beside the Lingquan and looking up at the sky made them ponder for a long time, not knowing where to start.

"No hurry, there is no time limit for painting, you can conceive slowly."

Bai Yi chuckled, raised the scroll, and suspended it in mid-air, so that more people could see it.

She wants to take this opportunity to spread the name of the patriarch to Fangcun Mountain, and then spread the name of the patriarch, the name of the first sect in the ages, to the entire prehistoric world.

All the participating monks, including the spectators, raised their heads and stared at the scroll for the first time.

"Father, I will tell the girl in white right now."

Outside the crowd, Situ Yu also saw the scroll, which looked exactly like Yang Shou beside 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 tell at a glance that the picture scroll was tangible but not real. In fact, as long as the realm was advanced, it would be difficult to be recorded by things like the picture scroll.

Because their existence is a taboo between heaven and earth, and trying to describe an aura similar to them is to provoke and desecrate their majesty.

Unless with the permission of the deity, it is endowed with temperament and dao rhyme, otherwise it is difficult for outsiders to describe it without permission.

Or the realm of cultivation is higher than him.

But... Yang Shou said that in the entire universe, there is no one with a higher realm than him.

Quantitative change is terrifying enough, and it can also crush qualitative change. The wizard rune has two levels and six levels, which is enough for Yang Shou to crush all living beings.

Because so far, there has not been a real seventh-level birth.

After being stopped by Yang Shou, Situ Yu could only wait quietly beside Yang Shou while watching the eight people's paintings on the high platform.

The first person has already started to write, using the method of splashing ink, splashing pen and ink on the desk in a very pretentious manner, and then sketching bit by bit.

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

Yang Shou's eyes lit up. Although he was pretending, the idea was not bad, and it was quite similar to his body standing on the nine heavens.

Every stroke outlines the subtleties. This contestant spent a lot of effort, including the eyebrows, hair, and even the clouds, he carefully outlined them.

Yang Shou shook his head when he saw the movement behind him, obsessed with the subtleties, ignoring the essence, and could already be declared eliminated.

Sure enough, this person completed most of the composition, leaving only a pair of eyes without tracing, but when he was about to use the pen to trace the eyes, he suddenly froze, clutching the pen tightly, his right hand kept trembling, and it was still difficult to drop it.

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

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

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

The eye of the patriarch, mortals must not touch it!

Bai Yi also noticed this scene, and seeing this person standing on the spot holding the pen tightly, he also became nervous.

She very much hoped that this person would be successful, to paint the portrait of the Patriarch of the Three-Star Cave in the Oblique Moon and Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai.

The first sect in the ages without the portrait of the patriarch is not worthy of the name. If it recruits more disciples in the future, wouldn't everyone know the patriarch?

This painting is a must.

Yang Shou looked at the one who was the first to write, stroked his chin, pondered for a while, and knew the reason.

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

If this goes on, sooner or later...

"puff!"

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

Fortunately, he realized that there was nothing to be done, and stopped in time, so that he was not killed by Yang Shou's temperament that he wanted to forcibly burn.

"No... this... that's impossible! I'm already at the peak of the three-yuan realm, and I can forcefully describe even the sixth-level Dao enlightenment realm. The patriarch is really a god..."

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

After finishing speaking, he sat cross-legged to heal his wounds in front of everyone.

The other seven people looked at him, but none of them laughed at him. Those who can enter the finals are all discerning, and they can see the difficulty of this painting at a glance.

Especially the last stroke, whoever can complete the last stroke will be able to successfully engrave the temperament of the patriarch in it.

Silence, everyone stopped talking, and all of them frowned, trying their best to conceive how to burn the temperament of the patriarch.

"I'll do the second one."

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

This time, he learned his lesson and painted the eyes first, and then slowly painted other places.

In the picture scroll, Yang Shou stands on a high mountain, facing the sea, and a desolate and distant atmosphere blows towards his face.

The other six people who hadn't finished writing were staring at him one after another, watching him splash ink and gradually perfect the whole concept, a breath of desolation rushed over, and the meaning of prehistoric was extremely profound.

"This one has a chance of success!"

Bai Yi clenched his fists and looked at the contestant.

Standing behind it, Qing Qiong also felt the aura of the sky in the picture scroll that was about to take shape, but...

"What the hell is this bald head?"

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

Bald one.

Outside the crowd, Yang Shou, who was silently paying attention, twitched his mouth, shook his head and said, "This person is really tricky, he lost all my hair, and wants to use this to spread the power of backlash, but..."

The first contestant did not paint the eyes, so the last two strokes were extremely difficult to get down. This contestant did not paint the hair, but there are countless strokes for the hair. If it is completed in the end, it can use this to disperse the force 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 direct portrayal of two eyes.

This contestant's thinking was correct. He took out a pen and prepared to add hair to Chuangshishen. He wrote the first hair. Although he had the power to counterattack, he was much more relaxed than the first one who couldn't write for a long time.

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

But just when he wanted to continue to draw, he couldn't draw anyway.

Just like that, a picture scroll of a bald patriarch with only half a hair was quietly placed on the table.

The second writer gritted his teeth and was trying his best to give birth to the God of Creation.