The rumbling sound...

One hundred painted mountain peaks rose from the ground, jumped out directly from the world in the painting, and flew towards the wisdom of the great painter Lu Qingran.

"Miaomiao Miao... It's just right! My friend Su Lin, I will definitely remember my kindness today!"

Lu Qingran originally thought that Su Lin would have too many threats, but he didn't expect Su Lin to agree so easily, applauded and opened his wisdom. While receiving a hundred painted mountain peaks, he thanked Su Lin.

And just then, Su Lin urged Hong Liyu beside him and said, "Li Yu, go... there is not much time left! Now let's break the painting!"

Pointing to the Xilin Temple in front of him, Su Lin took Hong Liyu and opened the temple door and easily came out of the world in the painting.

Moreover, the entire process of the two people breaking the paintings was almost exhausted without any slight sacred power thoughts. Su Lin even received nine holy bricks for the country's poetry, and the holy power increased instead of decreasing.

Just as Su Lin and Hong Liyu came out of the painting, it was an hour before the entire painting was completed. The entire painting was automatically closed, and the scholars who had not yet come out were thrown heavily to the ground.

"It's so dangerous! Su Lin, thanks to you, otherwise... I can't pass this second level."

Hong Liyu stood in the air, looking at nearly fifty scholarly candidates who were thrown down by the painting, and smiled at Su Lin. I am afraid that the most relaxed candidates to pass this level will be Hong Liyu. Zou Ziqi and Su Lin both racked their minds to think about the ideas in the painting. Other candidates, even those who followed Zou Ziqi, had to spend all their efforts and thoughts to imitate the poems.

Hong Liyu was the only one who did nothing. He stood by Su Lin silently, waiting for Su Lin to show his might. The song "Inscription on Xilin Wall" completely summoned Xilin Temple to his eyes, raised his foot and stepped slightly, and broke the painting.

Because the rule of the second level is to break the painting and pass it in the specified time. Although Hong Liyu did not write a poem, as long as she came out within the specified time, she would pass it smoothly, which was a benefit from Su Lin's glory.

"Li Yu, if you don't believe me, with your strength, you can already figure it out. Since you believe me, I will not disappoint you."

Su Lin smiled and looked at the great painter Lu Qingran below. At this time, Lu Qingran sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and focused his mind, and his expression was very serious. The breath on his body suddenly surged and became very grand.

"Dear candidates, please wait a moment later. Mr. Lu is at the critical moment of becoming a great scholar at this time. We wait for his breakthrough before we can go to the third level of "Thousand Sails to Race".

Because the third level is still performed in a scroll by Lu Qingran, the state master Pang Shihua could not be activated without his holy power control. Therefore, Pang Shihua could only signal the suspension of the state test and wait for Lu Qingran to break through to the great scholar.

After such a pause, the candidates, including Zou Ziqi, were all happy because this resulted in more time to restore their holy power and thoughts. Just now, the world in the painting consumed a lot of money to build diligent Taoism, and even Zou Ziqi did not fully recover.

If he went to the third level to compete, Zou Ziqi and Su Linbi would naturally be at a disadvantage. Su Lin did not take this advantage seriously. At this time, he stared at Lu Qingran below and observed the changes in his momentum and thoughts around him. He wanted to see what kind of strange phenomena would a painter break through to a great scholar?

"Hundreds of paintings are condensed, and the breakthrough will be at this moment!"

Lu Qingran, who was focused, sat cross-legged, rumbling in the sea of ​​wisdom, and a hundred green peaks stood in the sea of ​​wisdom. Standing tall, the tide of thought was boiling, violently surging, and countless lightning and thunder were revealed. Su Lin's song "Inscription on the West Lin Wall" also fully demonstrated the painter's way.

"Looking from the horizontal, it looks like a ridge and a peak,

Different from the distance, height and height.

Don't know the true face of Mount Lu,

It's just because I'm in this mountain."

Su Lin's poem "Inscription on the Xilin Wall" is a masterpiece of Su Dongpo and Su Shi, a great talent in the Song Dynasty. It uses very simple and concise words and sentences, and uses popular language to express the philosophy of "the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear", so it is friendly and natural, and intriguing.

The first two sentences describe the different changes in the shape of Mount Lu. The mountain is stretched and winding across the mountain, lush and continuous; when viewed on the side, the peaks are undulating, and the strange peaks are protruding, and they rise into the clouds. Looking at Mount Lu from different directions from different directions in the distance and near, the scenery and momentum of the mountain you see are different.

The last two sentences describe the author's deep thoughts: the reason why you have different impressions when looking at Mount Lu from different directions is that it is because "it is in this mountain". In other words, only by staying away from Mount Lu and jumping out of Mount Lu can you fully grasp the true demeanor of Mount Lu.

Such thoughts coincide with the painter's way practiced by Lu Qingran. In the painter's pen, he must draw the scenes he sees in front of him. How to select scenes and how to integrate emotions and thoughts? Every painter has his own unique technique, and each scene also contains different ideas.

The way of a true painter is to first integrate into the scenery yourself, become an instructor, and linger, so that you can do your best to appreciate the thoughts and beautiful scenery of the scenery. However, when you really want to express it, you cannot be addicted to it.

The reason why Lu Qingran was able to reach the level of Hanlin Grand Secretary's literary status was that he had reached this state of blending emotions into the scenery. He was able to lose himself in the scenery, and then spill the paintings naturally out without hesitation.

However, if you want to truly achieve the artist and achieve the position of great scholars, you must jump out of the painting and reexamine your own paintings and thoughts in order to truly appreciate and integrate these thoughts and emotions.

So after Lu Qingran painted the peak "Lushan Yunfeng", he knew what kind of thoughts he had integrated into the painting, but he could not summarize them. He cared that he did not break out of the painting and was addicted to the realm of painting and could not extricate himself.

Now, Su Lin combines poetry and painting with the integration of poetry and painting of "Inscription on Xilin Wall" and completely enlightens him. After understanding this layer of thought and meaning, he has no obstacles. He recalls hundreds of painted mountain peaks and reaches the position of great scholars.

"The momentum...the momentum has changed...the restrained...Old Lu's great scholar's position as a master of scholar has become!"

The provincial governor Pang Shihua stood beside Lu Qingran, and was naturally the first to feel the change in his momentum and said with envy. However, Pang Shihua had only entered the peak of Hanlin Grand Secretary for less than three years, and if he wanted to break through to the great scholar, he might still need some accumulation and opportunity.

"Haha! My little friend Su Lin, I have become a great scholar! Thank you! Thank you... I will give you this picture of "Lushan Yunfeng" to express my gratitude!"

Opening his eyes, Lu Qingran was refreshed, his demeanor and spirit reached an unprecedented height, and his thoughts became more thorough and clear. With a big hand, the rolled-up "Lushan Cloud Peak" came to the front, and then he swung the literary brush in his sleeve, and the Holy Power dyed ink, swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish

"Although I have collected the hundred green peaks in the painting, I have now re-infused the hundreds of peaks with the power of the great Confucian scholars. This painting "Lushan Yunfeng" has taken a step further and has become a great Confucian scholar's literary treasure. Please accept it with a smile!"

After finishing the painting, Lu Qingran gently sent the scroll upwards and came to Su Lin's hands.

"It's really a great scholar's literary treasure!"

As soon as Su Lin grabbed the scroll of "Lushan Yunfeng" in his hand, he felt a heavy feeling. This kind of depression is not the gravity of the object, but the depression in his thoughts. Only the literary treasure of the great scholar can reflect the resonance of the thoughts. Thoughts are originally shadowless and invisible objects, but they can reflect the specific weight. It is really wonderful!

"Haha! The song "Inscription on the West Lin Wall" not only helped me pass the level, but also obtained a painting of the great Confucian literary treasure. It was really an unexpected surprise!"

Su Lin did not hypocritically evade the treasure that came to the door, and put it into Qiankun bag, bowed to Lu Qingran and thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for being generous, the student will be disrespectful!"

"The great scholar's literary treasure! It's still the painting of Mr. Lu, tsk... it can be said to be a priceless treasure!"

"Su Lin is really lucky! He can even get a great scholar's painting of literary treasures back when he comes to the state examination. Why don't I have such good luck?"

"Luck? Su Lin relied on a poem about the country "Inscription on the Xilin Wall", so he was not lucky. If you could write such a poem, it would be difficult for a great scholar to give you such a treasure!"

...

The candidates around were all looking at Su Lin's hidden "Lushan Cloud Peak" with envy. They were all just from the world of painting. At that time, "Lushan Cloud Peak" was just Hanlin Wenbao. Now that he has become a great scholar Wenbao, isn't it even more powerful?

"Tsk tsk... It is worthy of being a true holy word to enlighten your wisdom! No wonder you can gather great luck in one, and it is really not just a saying to become stronger when you encounter strong."

Even the state mute Pang Shihua, who was watching the stands below, was jealous of Su Lin. He had always wanted a painting of Lu Qingran, but he had never been able to get it. Now Su Lin could let Lu Qingran take the initiative to present a painting of great Confucian literary treasures. How could he not be envious?

"Okay! This time I'm delaying the time of all candidates. Now... the third level of "Thousand Sails Competition" begins. Please enter the world in the painting, use your holy power of thought to condense it into a sailboat, and then fight against the wind and waves. The first nine candidates on the other side can compete for the holy cauldron!"

The promotion to the Great Confucian literary position delayed a lot of time in the state examination. Lu Qingran apologized to the candidates, then stopped hesitating, waved his hand to unfold the scroll in front of him, revealing the rushing river water. This is the more fierce competition in the third level of the state examination "Thousands of sails compete".

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