Yang Qingxuan's heartstrings were touched. He could not help but recite the poem that the man had written. It was as if there was a resonance through time and space.
As the poem fell, the painting suddenly changed. On the empty space beside the sword-dancing woman, vigorous and powerful strokes of ink appeared like dragons and phoenixes.
Lie Jiefei and Gong Yangyu were both shocked and took a few steps back.
Yang Qingxuan was even more dumbfounded. Under that exquisite brush technique, what was written was exactly the poem that he had just recited. As for the formation of the words, the brush moved in the void, and it was incomparably mysterious.
In the blink of an eye, two lines of the poem were completed.
The brush and ink were still stained with fresh water and looked like they had not dried yet.
The three of them, as well as the few people in the Star Ring, were all dumbfounded. Their brains short-circuited and they could not think at all.
Gong Yangyu said in a daze, "What kind of logic is that?" He paused and also recited, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be the frost on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon, I bow my head and think of my hometown."
As the poem fell, the painting did not have any reaction.
Gong Yangyu frowned and did not believe it. He recited again and said, "Hoeing grain at noon, sweat dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is hard work."
After waiting for a long time, the painting still did not move. The ink on it gradually dried.
Gong Yangyu thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid there was only one chance, but you took it." There was some dissatisfaction in his tone.
"The brush moves like a dragon and snake, the spirit travels to the Great Void!"
Lie Jiefei suddenly exclaimed, "This is the writing technique and ink of the Great Void Magic Brush. It should have been left behind by Yin Wu Of Gojoseon!"
Yang Qingxuan was silent.
Gong Yangyu's eyes lit up at this moment as he stared at the painting. Not to mention the fact that an authentic work of Yin Wu Of Gojoseon was rare, the value of the Great Void Brush Technique was immeasurable.
However, as soon as he became greedy, the painting was taken down by Lie Jiefei and handed to Yang Qingxuan, saying, "Keep it."
Yang Qingxuan was stunned. "Me?"
Lie Jiefei nodded and smiled, "You've succeeded in reciting the poem. You have a fateful encounter with this painting, so of course it belongs to you."
Under Gong Yangyu's scorching gaze, Yang Qingxuan took the painting and examined it carefully.
He suddenly had a strange thought in his mind. If he was Yin Wu Of Gojoseon and Zi Yuan was Vera, then the entire Yinwu Hall should be his. Then, these people … Were they not here to steal his things?
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he felt that he had suffered a great loss.
Gong Yangyu said coldly, "You got a bargain, so why do you still look like you've suffered a great loss? Hmph, one should never be greedy. "
Yang Qingxuan was too lazy to pay attention to him. He continued to study the painting.
Lie Jiefei looked around the room.
Suddenly, Gong Yangyu had an idea and put away the praying mat. He secretly glanced at Lie Jiefei. Seeing that he did not object, he immediately put away the table and stool. Everything in the room that could be taken away was put into his storage Origin Tool.
Suddenly, there were rustling sounds outside. It seemed that someone was approaching.
"Creak." The door was pushed open, and five martial artists rushed in.
The five of them immediately scanned the room. Seeing that it was empty, they were shocked and angry.
Yang Qingxuan had been looking at the painting and seemed to be puzzled. Seeing that someone had come, he put the painting away.
This action was immediately noticed by the five people. They all stared at him fiercely.
"It's you?"
Yang Qingxuan was quite surprised. Among the five people, one of them was an elder of the ferrymen organization, Chen Xiang, who had deliberately suppressed him during the assessment.
"Oh, I was wondering why you looked so familiar. You're not dead yet. You're really lucky." Chen Xiang stroked his beard and stared at him coldly with a hint of mockery.
The other four people were also very strong. Two of them had strange appearances and were covered in scales. They were members of the sea race.
One of the bearded men said, "Chen Xiang, who is this person?"
Chen Xiang said slowly, "A foreign disciple of our organization."
The bearded man frowned and said, "Oh? Then this disciple … "
Without waiting for him to finish, Chen Xiang immediately understood and said with a smile, "Don't give me face. Do as you should."
The bearded man clapped and laughed, "Haha, Elder Chen Xiang is indeed righteous. You keep your promise and don't even care about your disciple."
These words were said in a strange way. It was unknown whether it was praise or mockery. Chen Xiang snorted and said, "Since the five of us have agreed to form an alliance, we naturally have to follow the agreement. When we see treasures, we'll distribute them according to the established plan. I naturally can't be biased. "
Of the two sea race members, the taller one said sternly, "The two of us will take half!"
Chen Xiang nodded and said, "According to the agreement, of course."
The aura of these two sea race members was firmly above that of the three humans. This was also the reason why they could take half of the treasures.
Chen Xiang's gaze swept across the three of them. Yang Qingxuan and Gong Yangyu were basically ignored. He only looked at Lie Jiefei with some caution, as if he couldn't see through this person's strength.
But he had nothing to worry about. The alliance between martial artists was based on strength. In other words, birds of a feather flock together. Only people of the same level could come together. There was no such thing as an expert partnering with a lackey.
To him and the others, since this person was partnering with Yang Qingxuan and Gong Yangyu, his strength must be about the same. At most, he could be a Prime celestial.
Calming himself down, Chen Xiang stared at Yang Qingxuan and said coldly, "Are you going to take it all out yourself, or do you want me to do it?"
Yang Qingxuan said, "This wooden house is empty. I only took a painting, and I like it very much. I don't want to share it with others."
Zi Yuan, who was cultivating in the Star Ring, blushed inexplicably after hearing this.
Chen Xiang shouted, "Do you think we'll believe you?"
Yang Qingxuan looked indifferent and said, "Whether you believe me or not depends on your IQ."
"You're courting death! Cheap wretch, I should have crippled you during the entry test! "
Chen Xiang stretched out his hand and grabbed out, appearing right before Yang Qingxuan. Even though that palm strike of his looked weak, he had actually used 80% of his strength. Even if it were an ordinary Greater celestial being, that palm strike of his would have been enough to kill him.
Yang Qingxuan was about to strike when he realized that Lie Jiefei had teleported to his side. Immediately, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Although the entire space was covered by that palm, he knew that he was safe.
"Heh, you're courting death!"
Chen Xiang laughed coldly, as though he had been prepared for this. His palm changed direction in midair, abandoning Yang Qingxuan and striking towards Lie Jiefei.
The palm technique changed from a simple and casual one to an extremely sharp one. The palm wind swirled around like steel knives, slicing through the air.
Lie Jiefei cracked his neck and said casually, "Just because of that sentence of yours, you're dead meat."
A slender, bamboo-like hand gently grabbed out, and the saber-like palm wind instantly froze in the air.
Chen Xiang's face changed.
Yang Qingxuan chuckled, "Brother Ruo Fei, you don't have to give me face. Just do it however you want."
This sentence was originally said by Chen Xiang, and now he repeated it word for word.
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