There are a total of fifty-one people in Yanwutang, the essence of the three generations of disciples, one disciple of the thirteenth generation, twenty disciples of the fourteenth generation, and thirty disciples of the fifteenth generation.

Master Taketeru belongs to the fifteenth generation of disciples.

The people in the martial arts hall have a transcendent status, avoid the world, and concentrate on martial arts.

The purpose of their existence is twofold, one is to advance the martial arts of the Canghai Sword Sect, and on the basis of the original, to bring forth the new, and the other is that at a critical time, it is the Zhenhai Divine Needle of Canghai Mountain, which can subdue the enemy.

In the early morning, everyone in the Yanwutang gathered in the hall to watch a landscape painting on the south wall.

More than forty people, of different ages and different appearances, pointed while watching, mixed with discussions, and the hall was buzzing, like a swarm of bees.

At this time, an old man in a yellow shirt walked into the door, with frosty eyebrows and silver hair, clear and high, but his face was like a baby, his complexion was ruddy, smooth and wrinkle-free, and his eyes were as clear as electricity, and he was penetrating people's hearts.

He floated in, saw everyone gathered here and made a noise, his face sank, and he said coldly: "What are you doing here!

The noise stopped abruptly, and the people turned their heads to get out of the way, and he saw the huge painting hanging due south.

A big mountain stands majestically, with white clouds covering the waist, and the whole mountain seems to be about to break out of the painting, but it is made from the angle of looking down in mid-air, giving people a strong impact.

The big river under the mountain is like a silver jiao, the waves are like a snow-capped mountain, majestic and vast, when you look at the painting, you seem to be able to hear the river rushing, the mighty air is coming, people can't help but look up, avoid the water vapor.

"Uncle Shi, what do you think of this painting?" a middle-aged man in a green shirt in his thirties pointed to the painting.

The old man in the yellow shirt stroked his beard and looked at it, his eyes became more and more clear, and he nodded slowly: "Well, the painting is not bad, it is the handwriting of Jingying in the North Courtyard, right?"

"Uncle Shi, it's not Jingying, it seems to be painted by Zhan Ran. The middle-aged man in the green shirt said, pointing to the withdrawal in the upper left.

"Zhan Ran?" the yellow-shirted old man glanced at it, frowned, and said, "That kid who made a big fuss in the Wuji Hall a while ago?"

"Yes. The middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile: "I thought that Jingying's girl had the best painting skills, and no one could compare, but she was the strongest of the best!"

The old man in the yellow shirt frowned and nodded: "Well, look at this painting, it is magnificent, and the person who makes the painting has the heart of the world and swallows the heart of the universe,...... Although Jing Ying's painting skills are good, her spirit is not as good. ”

He added, "How did this painting come about?"

"The head of the family just sent someone to send it. The middle-aged man said.

The old man in the yellow shirt frowned: "What did she do with this painting?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "According to the master, Zhan Ran has integrated the artistic conception of Canghai Shengong into the painting, let us help evaluate it." ”

"Huh-?" the old man in the yellow shirt raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell into the painting.

After a while, he looked surprised and sighed, "Good!

Everyone stared at him, and the middle-aged man did the same, seeing him talking, he hurriedly asked: "Uncle Shi, this painting really contains the artistic conception of the magic of the sea?"

"That's good! What a Zhan Ran!" the old man in the yellow shirt clapped his palms, his eyes were bright, and his eyebrows moved.

"Uncle Shi, ......?" the middle-aged man asked.

The old man in the yellow shirt, Huo, turned around and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and everyone looked at each other.

The Temple of Infinity

Master Zhuzhao sat on the futon, and Master Zhumei and Li Zhuyue sat on both sides, and there were stacks of paintings in front of them, all of which were landscape paintings.

Master Zhumei slowly flipped through it and exclaimed: "Second Senior Sister, this guy from Zhan Ran is indeed amazingly perceptive, one painting is better than the other, and this last one is already natural, and it is enough to mess with it!"

Master Takesho chuckled too lightly.

Li Zhuyue also put down the painting and said with a smile: "This eyesight, I am not as good as ...... I have lived in Canghai Mountain for more than 40 years, but I have never noticed that the scenery is so different from each step. ”

Master Zhu Zhao pursed his lips and smiled: "This guy, his understanding is good, but his ability to cause trouble is not small, it is really heartbreaking!"

Master Zhumei smiled and said, "Second Senior Sister, you, duplicity!"

Master Taketera giggled, unable to hide his smugness.

The yellow shadow flashed, and the old man in the yellow shirt suddenly appeared.

The three of them turned over at the same time to greet him: "I've seen Uncle Shizu!"

The old man in the yellow shirt waved his hand: "That's it!

The third girl got up, and the old man in the yellow shirt said, "Zhuzhao, I heard that you accepted a disciple named Zhan Ran?"

Master Zhuzhao chuckled and said, "Uncle Ancestor also knows Zhan Ran?"

"Hmph, he's making too much trouble, and I'm not deaf, so I can't hear it!" the old man in the yellow shirt snorted with a cold face.

Master Zhuzhao pursed his lips and smiled: "Senior Uncle Ancestor, do I still want this disciple?"

She didn't seem to see the cold face of the old man in the yellow shirt, smiling and groaning, as glamorous as a peach and plum, as if she was a girl. ,

The old man in the yellow shirt nodded: "Well, it's not bad." ”

At this time, a black-clothed girl Ying Ying came in, holding a tea cup, Master Zhuzhao stepped forward to take it, personally handed it to the old man in yellow shirt, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi has seen Zhan Ran's painting?"

"I've seen it. The old man in the yellow shirt took the tea, took a sip, and frowned.

Master Zhuzhao smiled and said: "Uncle Shi, forgive me, there is only half a catty of clouds and smoke left, and I was just sent away by Zhan Ran a few days ago, this sunshine purple smoke is still complete, right?"

"Make do with it. The old man in the yellow shirt said coldly.

He put down the tea and hummed, "Let Zhan Ran enter the martial arts hall!"

"What is this......" Bamboo Terra is too embarrassed.

The old man in the yellow shirt glared, his eyes were as clear as electricity: "Zhuzhao, don't you play with me carefully! Zhan Ran is such a talent, how can he not enter the martial arts hall?!"

Master Zhuzhao smiled and said, "Uncle Shi, you're in too much of a hurry?...... Zhan Ran has only been in the business for a year. ”

The old man in the yellow shirt snorted: "With such talent, if you don't enter the martial arts hall, you will be wasted in your hands, you are sinners!"

The three of them smiled wryly.

Master Zhuzhao said: "Okay, I'll call Zhan Ran and let him make up his own mind!"

Zhan Ran was practicing the Canghai Divine Skill in the small courtyard.

For a while, he was extremely obsessed with the Canghai Divine Skill, and all his thoughts were on it, and he had originally practiced to the sixth layer, far away from the seventh layer.

As he learned to paint and paint, his comprehension of the magic of the sea became deeper and clearer.

Breaking through the sixth layer and entering the seventh layer is the real superior realm of Canghai Divine Skill.

It is said that no one in the Canghai Sword Sect has been practicing to the seventh layer for a hundred years, and even the Zhumei Shitai, who has cultivated the Canghai Divine Skill all his life, has stayed at the sixth layer.

Among the disciples of the Canghai Sword Sect in the past dynasties, there are only a few people who have really entered the seventh layer, and all of them are top masters and cover the world.

The seventh layer, break the self-grasping, the unity of heaven and man, the sky is me, I am the sky, the heart of heaven is my heart, the sea of qi is the kun, the inside and outside of the universe you have me, I have you, then it will be done.

The eighth layer, break the self-grasping, the unity of heaven and man, the sky is me, I am the sky, the heart of heaven is my heart, the sea of qi is dry, and the inside and outside are mixed into one.

These two layers of mantras are extremely vague, only talking about the mind, not the way to start.

He meditated on the kung fu method, and practiced the Canghai Divine Skill to take advantage of it, the first few sentences were clear, but it was difficult to really do it, and the last few sentences were vague.

He understands that this is not the realm, and when the realm is reached, it will come naturally, and it will suddenly become clear.

When he was painting, he faintly felt the way, the sky is me, I am the sky, the heart of heaven is my heart, if he has gained, he adopts the Buddhist view method, sitting on the Canghai Mountain and contemplating it, observing another one of himself sitting in the void, looking down at the Canghai Mountain.

This kind of contemplation is extremely demanding on the mind, similar to the out-of-body soul, after a day and a night of contemplation, finally completed the contemplation, looking down on the sea and mountains.

Subsequently, he completed the aerial view of Canghai Mountain in one go, which was the one hanging in the Yanwu Hall.

After making this painting, he felt that the seventh layer was in sight, and he only needed to concentrate on cultivation to finally reach it.

was practicing, and suddenly a woman in black came and knocked on the door, saying that the head of the door had an invitation.

Li Muchan was reluctant, immersed in the magic of the sea, and was in a good situation, not wanting to pay attention to the common reason, but the master's words could not be disobeyed, so he had to pack up his mood and go to the Wuji Palace.

As soon as he entered the hall, before he could see the salute, two eyes shot towards him, like two lightning bolts, which could shine through his body and mind, and his heart tightened, and he turned his head to look.

Seeing the old man in the yellow shirt with a childish face, he was staring at himself with a cold face and his eyes like electricity, Li Muchan glanced at it and saluted: "I've seen Master, Uncle, Uncle." ”

Zhuzhao Shitai said: "Zhan Ran, come here and see Uncle Tai!"

Li Muchan saluted, saw the old man in the yellow shirt, and was surprised in his heart, it seemed that this old man was only sixty or seventy years old, and he was actually a great ancestor, and his skills were unfathomable.

"Well, yes, a good boy. The old man in the yellow shirt stroked his hair and nodded.

Master Zhuzhao chuckled lightly and said, "Zhan Ran, do you want to enter the martial arts hall?"

Li Muchan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The disciple wants to go down the mountain and walk, and he will not enter the martial arts hall for the time being, and when he is old, he can't walk, and he can't toss anymore, and it is not too late to enter the martial arts hall again." ”

"Hmph, what has become of the martial arts hall?!" the old man in the yellow shirt said coldly.

Li Muchan looked at Master Zhuzhao, who looked a little gloating, and chuckled: "Zhan Ran, your uncle is from the martial arts." ”

Li Muchan nodded suddenly, smiled, and did not speak.

The old man in the yellow shirt had a cold face, his eyes were like electricity, and he was threatening, and said coldly: "The old man asked you, can you enter the martial arts hall?"

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Uncle Yu, the disciple is still young, although he is a monk, but his heart is not finished, so he will not enter the martial arts hall for the time being." ”

"Good boy, hard mouth!" the old man in the yellow shirt laughed angrily.

Li Muchan smiled and looked peaceful.

"Uncle Shi, what do you think ......?" said Zhu Zhaoshi, who was too embarrassed.

The old man in the yellow shirt said coldly: "Today, he has to enter, and if he doesn't enter, he has to enter!"

Master Zhuzhao was too helpless, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Zhan Ran, otherwise, you can agree, it's rare for Uncle Zu Qing to look at people, don't know how to lift." ”

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "The disciple has made up his mind, and I hope the master will fulfill it." ”