When it comes to drawing horses, Mr. Xu Beihong's horse is beyond words.

There are so many valuable things that the Stealing Sky-Swap Sun Gate has obtained on Earth. Mr. Xu has many galloping horse pictures. Le Xiaobai is extremely elegant and copying and copying this painting every day. In fact, in Wuqi's opinion, he just wants to make a fake to deceive people. However, Le Xiaobai's galloping horse pictures that he has practiced for several years has been fully displayed by Wuqi today, and his skills are shocking everyone on the spot.

On the huge painting paper, three meters long and ten meters wide, Wuqi used a large brush of adult arms to splash ink, and seven galloping horses of different shapes and colors jumped onto the paper. The horse's body was strong, its eyes seemed to be radiating, and there seemed to be a gust of energy in its nostrils. A lively and vigorous livelihood came to its face, as if it was about to jump down from the drawing paper. Just using ink traces of different thicknesses, Wuqi drew seven horses that gave people a colorful feeling. This technique can no longer be described by skills, but is almost "Tao"!

With the superpowers of the Golden Pill Immortal, a wisp of spiritual consciousness was printed into seven horses in the painting, which gave the effect of this painting paper to touch the soul.

When a few young men in white robe carefully supported Wuqi's galloping horse with a pole, showing thousands of people around him that could not help but scream like a thunder sound on the ground, which made the waves around him shake up and down. Some of the slightly older Wensheng were also aware of the goods. They stared blankly at the seven horses on the drawing paper, and suddenly shed tears, then beat their chests and stamped their feet, and started crying.

They have been immersed in painting for decades, but their income is not as good as Wuqie, a young man who is not yet in a weak position. How can they feel?

Princess Junle was like a proud little peacock, standing beside Wuqi with his arms raised, proudly raising his delicate chin, and hummed several times at Yu Qianqian, who looked bleak in disgusting face. The three styles were very different from the popular poems in the Dayan Dynasty, but the fresh, refined, elegant and beautiful poems, and this powerful and galloping horse picture, Princess Junle earned enough face!

In previous years, the poetry and painting meetings were always overwhelmed by Yu Qianqian. However, because of one breath, the poetry and painting meetings still appear every year. We can’t show our weakness to Yu Qianqian! Fortunately, this year, Wuqian got the face he had lost before and got back.

He twisted his waist proudly and threw the huge skirt into a bright green flower. Princess Zhengle smiled proudly and said, "Who else came up to compete with the Marquis of Tianyun and compares poetry? I offer a reward here. Those who can beat Marquis of Tianyun, and I can also let him accompany me for three days. Hahaha!" When she was proud, Princess Zhengle couldn't help laughing. But she was so excited that her laugh suddenly opened her throat, and her laughter was extremely sharp and loud, which scared her herself.

The five-colored divine light slowly stretched behind Princess Chengle. Because of her good mood, the five-colored divine light behind Princess Chengle became distinct today, just like five long rainbows gushing out from behind her and rising to a height of a hundred feet. The surrounding river water became flat like a mirror, but under the water surface as smooth as egg white, there were countless small whirlpools the size of a palm, just like Princess Chengle's mood at this moment.

Yu Qianqian looked at the grandly galloping horse picture, and her face changed. After a long time, she forced a smile and smiled at Wuqi: "Mr. Wuhou is indeed a big deal. This galloping horse picture is bold and generous, but it is not very delicate."

The five-colored divine light behind Princess Junle suddenly turned into a five-color chaos. She seemed like a little hen with a feather pulled out by someone. She was so angry that she had to come forward to argue with Yu Qianqian. Not exquisite enough? Not exquisite enough? The topic you gave is a galloping horse picture, not a flea picture!

Wuqi grabbed Princess Zhengle. He looked at Yu Qianqian with his eyes flashing and smiled indifferently: "Isn't exquisite enough? Yes, this horse is so bold and powerful that only the men who kill and set fire can appreciate it. Of course, the delicate lady who is raised in the flower garden like Miss Yu Qianqian does not understand this kind of heroic spirit. Well, it must be exquisite, Wuqi also has it here!"

He laughed a few times and asked the maid on the wooden platform to lay out the fine white brocade. Wuqi asked for a set of small brushes and various colored paints. He personally adjusted the colors, then twisted the fine brushes and painted them one by one on the brocade.

To be exquisite, to be gorgeous and luxurious, to make the woman Yu Qianqian unable to pick any thorny paintings, there is no other choice except for the rare bird paintings of Emperor Huizong of Song. Like Mr. Xu's galloping horse paintings, there are several rare bird paintings of Emperor Huizong of Song in the Thief Heaven and Change Rimen. Le Xiaobai has copied thousands of times, and all the strokes and so on have almost become his instinct. Wuqi just painted the gourd accordingly, and with the good control of the Jindan Immortal on the body, he copied a rare bird painting in just half an hour like a laser copier.

A golden pheasant with gorgeous feathers and vivid expressions stood on the branch of a flower tree. The whole brush was neat and rigorous and meticulous, with a bright and gorgeous color, full of a strong palace atmosphere. When a few young people in white robes hung up this rare bird picture with poles, the wooden platform was once again exclaimed like a mountain collapse, and some people rushed forward staggeringly, hoping to get their bodies into the painting. Thousands of people rushed forward, and the order on the wooden platform was immediately in chaos.

Princess Zhengle glared at her eyes, and a five-color divine light behind her back. The huge power was about to pounce on the white-robed young men who were about to push back. She shouted loudly: "What's the hurry? What's the mess? This painting is all from this palace. Who dares to ruin it and wrinkle it a little? Humph!" Her little hand pointed to the river surface, and a lightning light as thick as a bowl fell on the river surface with a deafening roar. The river water was blown out of nowhere, and the waves were rolled up dozens of feet high.

No one dared to move around on the wooden platform. Everyone held their breath and looked quietly at the two paintings in front of them. Some even whispered and chanted the three poems of Wuqi over and over again. Whether it was poetry or paintings, Wuqi hit them so hard that they could not speak.

Yu Qianqian looked at the two paintings with completely different styles in a daze. One of them turned red and white, white and green, and her body kept trembling. After a long time, she couldn't speak. After staying for half a quarter of an hour, Yu Qianqian turned her head and looked at Wuqi. Wuqi hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Sister Yu, don't ask me what classics or something. Wuqi is a savage countryman. You can just ask me to read a few bad words and write a few beasts. You want me to say articles about governing the country and managing the world. Wuqi really doesn't know how to do it."

After hugging her fists, Wuqi pulled Princess Chengle, who was full of smiles and walked towards the ferry. If it weren't for Princess Chengle's face, Wuqi wouldn't bother with these idiots who had eaten too much and felt uncomfortable all over. He was a fool who was elegant and thought he was gentle and kind. He had just drawn his sword and cut dozens of living people. There was still a lot of essence of the Golden Pill Immortal in his meridians that had not been absorbed. He had time to pretend to be gentle and kind here and play with these young men and grandsons who were full of food and doing nothing all day long.

Yu Qianqian was stunned and was about to stop Wuqi, but Wuqi had already blocked all excuses for her to attack.

When others say it themselves, he will have a few bad words and beasts, asking him to do articles about governing the country's economy and world affairs. He is a rural savage, no! First, he showed his face and then blocked all the ways to make things difficult for him. Wuqi's behavior is very slap in the face. With your poems and such paintings, you say that you are a rural savage. Thousands of the top "literati and handsome" of the Dayan Dynasty present, where do you put them?

Gripping his teeth, Yu Qianqian stamped his feet and said, "Mr. Wuhou, I wonder which master you have mastered?"

Wuqi said that she was a savage in the countryside, but Yu Qianqian didn't believe it. She had to ask about the inheritance of his poetry and paintings. She had lost all her face in front of Wuqi today, and in the future, she would also let her father and grandfather take action to find the place back on Wuqi's master.

Wuqi pulled Princess Zhengle, who was holding her head high without looking back, left the wooden platform and stepped onto the ferry. He sneered: "Who is your master? My master is a martial artist who can only kill and set fire. He had been killed in Mengshan for a long time, so he was not considered a master." Princess Zhengle hurriedly made a gesture, asking Bai Zhuer and Bai Zhuer to take people to roll up the two scrolls and bring them back to the palace for a long time.

He turned around and smiled at Yu Qianqian, Wuqi laughed and said, "I'm afraid Sister Yu doesn't know where Mengshan is? Just go to the Fengshuoshi to check it out. All the origins of this marquis are included in it! Don't send it to me, just check it out yourself."

Yu Qianqian rushed to the side of the ferry a few steps, and she shouted loudly: "Why did Mr. Wu bully me like this? With your poetry and painting skills, which martial artist can teach me? If a handsome figure like Mr. Wu is taught by a martial artist, wouldn't we all be jokes?"

After pondering for a while, looking at so many young men in white robe staring at their hopes on the wooden platform, Wuqi said in a long voice: "Forget it, today I will teach you a good person. If you build a car behind closed doors, you can't make anything. This poem is nothing more than a human understanding; this painting is nothing more than a projection of the world. The world is good for refining the heart, and the world is good for the gods of the pottery. To make good poems, to draw good paintings and inks, it is impossible to learn from the world! Learn from heaven and earth! It is enough to remember these four words!"

As soon as the four words "Learn from Heaven and Earth" appeared, many young men in white robes on the wooden platform, including Shangguan Yuhen, bowed to Wuqi from afar.

Only Yu Qianqian's face was as green as a vegetable melon. Wuqi said that, she slapped more than a dozen times on the face, making her heart and lungs tremble, and she had almost no face to meet people. She stared at Wuqi tightly and whispered in a low voice: "What a Wuqi, what a Wuxian. Relying on her talent to learn, she dared to bully people like this."

He glared at Princess Zhengle, who was proud and satisfied, and Yu Qianqian said in a sinister voice: "What a Princess Zhengle. Do you really think that the princess's identity is amazing? Wait, I will definitely return it to you ten times and hundred times the humiliation today!"

Bai Zhu'er took his people to pack up the painting and with laughter and joy along the way, Wuqi and his group rushed back to Jidu.

There are more than ten miles away from Jidu. A dark city wall on the horizon has been seen in front of him. Suddenly, thunder sounds suddenly sounded in the sky. Jidu's city wall suddenly burst out with a dazzling bright light, and a huge light shield shining with countless runes enveloped the entire Zhidu.

Then I saw the Jidu City Gate facing this side exploded, and a group of people rushed out of the city with a crazy evil aura.

There were countless shouts of killing sounds around. Outside the city, a 10,000-person brigade of twenty Blood Yan Army was arranged neatly. The twenty square formations dispersed inwardly, and then they merged inwardly to trap the group of people who rushed out of the city firmly in the formation.

Hundreds of figures were flying back and forth over Jidu City, and countless sword lights, thunder, talismans and magic weapons flew all over the sky, causing the ground to tremble.

Wuqi was stunned. Is this rebellion or something?
Chapter completed!