Li Xiuyuan still agreed to this Gu Xian's request.

It's not to covet one of his paintbrushes, but because he needs to find out the whereabouts of the third sister of the fox, instead of looking around, it's better to believe in this immortal for a while, it's better than being in a hurry, and Teng Yunzi also went to ask Shizu, maybe Shizu is also helping.

"An hour is an hour, and I hope that your help will not disappoint me, immortal. He said seriously.

Gu Xian said with a smile: "How can the promise made by the immortals break their promises, it only takes one hour to be enough." ”

"What do you need me to do?" asked Li Xiuyuan.

"You don't need anything, you just need to stand there, and today I will make a picture of Tianmu Mountain Mirror Lake. Gu Xian was overjoyed, and immediately spread out the paper, dyed the ink and took the pen, and began to paint.

He walked the dragon and snake, and the beautiful scenery in the distance of Tianmu Mountain was included in the picture by him, with far-reaching artistic conception, layer upon layer, and the scenery behind the work was painted in just a moment.

It can be seen that this immortal's painting skills are very good, and if he is a mortal, he is afraid that he will not be able to spend an afternoon.

But when it was time to paint Li Xiuyuan, the ink pen in Gu Xian's hand slowed down significantly.

He first painted Li Xiuyuan's clothes, and then his body.

The more he painted, the more excited Gu Xian's expression became, he felt as if something was transparent, maybe this was the immortal Fengzi he was pursuing.

No, it's not perhaps, it's certain.

Gu Xian sometimes amazed, seemed to cheer, sometimes drank, sometimes sang..... The skeleton was dissolute and looked crazy, as if he had gone mad.

But the ink pen in his hand never stopped.

Even with his eyes closed, he can splash ink freely, and one arm is calm and powerful, such a painting skill is not something that mortals can have.

After finishing painting the form, Gu Xian began to paint Li Xiuyuan's appearance again.

But at this moment, Gu Xian frowned, put away all kinds of crazy looks, and fell into deep thought, he looked at Li Xiuyuan's appearance, and wanted to put down the pen, but the tip of the pen had not yet fallen on the paper but suddenly stopped, and then he raised his head suspiciously and looked at it again.

I wanted to write again, but I hesitated.

"Strange, strange, why I have never been able to describe his appearance. Gu Xian muttered to himself, his expression gradually becoming urgent.

His painting has reached the pinnacle of perfection, and he can feel that as long as this painting is completed, his painting skills will definitely be transcended, which is the only thing he pursues after becoming an immortal.

"Why don't the immortals put pen to paper?" Li Xiu, who was standing there, said from afar.

Gu Xian said: "Why have I never been able to paint your appearance? Is this the test given to me by God?

Li Xiuyuan said: "Is the appearance of a mortal important? I don't think it matters. ”

"That's right, it doesn't matter what you look like. Gu Xian felt something, and immediately put pen to paper.

But I saw that the appearance of the person in the painting was blurred, as if separated by a layer of distance, as if I could see clearly, but also as if I couldn't see clearly, which made people suspicious.

"Yes, this is the appearance that a god should have, there is no fixed appearance and posture, it makes people like a layer of clouds and mist, they can never see clearly, but they are in a reverie," Gu Xian was very satisfied with this in his heart.

Although the posture of the gods must be clearly depicted?

After Li Xiuyuan's physiognomy was finished, Gu Xian was stumped again when he was about to make the final end.

He was not in a hurry to paint, but Li Xiuyuan was a little anxious: "Why did the immortal stop writing again?"

Gu Xian sighed with emotion: "I thought it would be different this time, but in the end I was stumped, I finished painting your posture and appearance, and I was very satisfied, but I don't know how to say it only to your eyes? ”

Li Xiuyuan walked over curiously to take a look, but saw a picture of all kinds of beautiful scenery on the mirror lake of Tianmu Mountain, presented on it layer by layer, and it seemed that from every angle it could become a different scenery.

The change in the shade of ink, he has used it to a peak.

But on the scroll, an immortal in a Taoist robe stands by the lake, his appearance is blurred, but there is an indescribable charm, but his eyes are hollow, missing the last two strokes, and his eyes are dotted.

"Zhang Seng Miao had the finishing touch, the reputation spread all over the world, I thought that Zhang Seng Xuan's painting skills are just like this, I can paint what he can paint, but now I understand that the most difficult thing to paint is not the scenery, characters, immortals and Buddhas, but that pair of eyes. ”

Gu Xian sighed: "My painting skills stop here, you can go, go to the shore of the Mirror Lake to find the two women who fetch water, they carry water every day, who enters and leaves Tianmu Mountain must be clear, you will have a harvest if you go to find them." ”

After speaking, he wanted to abandon the pen and tear up the scroll.

"Wait. Li Xiuyuan stopped him.

"Since the immortal refuses to put the finishing touch, why don't you let me do it for you? If such a painting is torn up, wouldn't it be a tyrannical thing? If my eyes don't look like it, it's not too late for the immortal to destroy the painting, so he has the right to be a dead horse and a live horse doctor."

Li Xiuyuan said, and he immediately took the paintbrush from Gu Xian's hand.

Gu Xian watched the paintbrush being snatched away, and was immediately stunned.

Before he could speak, he saw that Li Xiuyuan had already put down the pen, he wrote quickly, without thinking, as if he had clicked two strokes casually.

The Taoist in the painting immediately had a pair of eyes.

Although it is just two simple strokes, it makes the whole painting have a soul, the demeanor of the Taoist has undergone earth-shaking changes, a pair of deep and calm, as if to see through everything eyes cast into the distance, all the beautiful scenery behind him, and even the Tianmu Mountain hidden in the clouds in the corner of the scroll

all became a foil.

It seems that there is only one person in the whole world.

Li Xiuyuan glanced at it and said, "If the immortals are not satisfied, I will tear it up." ”

He felt that his action just now was a little reckless, but the main thing was that he was a little impatient when he saw that this immortal had been slow to put down his pen, so he forcibly snatched the brush and clicked his eyes.

"Wait. Gu Xian hurried until Li Xiuyuan.

He suddenly picked up the scroll, then reached out and shook it.

Airplanes~!

A black light flew out of the painting, casually enveloping all directions, and the smell of ink immediately filled the surroundings.

The next moment.

The scene in front of me has changed drastically, everything around me has become ink, and everything has lost its color.

The people and things in the distance have also disappeared without a trace, and there are only three people left in the whole world.

Gu Xian, Li Xiuyuan, and the Taoist in the painting who was transformed according to Li Xiuyuan's appearance.

"This is ......," Li Xiuyuan was surprised.

Caught in a spell yourself?

This can't be, there should be no spell in the world that can be useful to you.

"This is the world in the picture. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded, but I saw a Taoist walking behind Li Xiuyuan.

This person has a vague appearance, a calm demeanor, and an extraordinary appearance, and is a real immortal.

"Have you spoken?" Gu Xian's eyes also widened at this moment, and then he laughed: "This painting is already psychic, and my painting skills have broken through." ”

"Your painting is not psychic, it is me. The Taoist in the painting spoke.

Gu Xian nodded and said, "That's right." It's you who psychic. You should be thankful for the person who lit your eyes. ”

"Just by clicking on the eyes, there shouldn't be such a big change, right?" Li Xiuyuan said.

He somewhat understood that the realm pursued by Gu Xian was to be spiritual, just like Zhang Sengqiu's finishing touch, the fake could also come true.

It's not a spell, it's an existence that is close to Tao.

Therefore, Li Xiuyuan will be affected.

"Get out, this is my world, you shouldn't come and disturb me. In the painting, the Taoist spoke, and he stood with his hands in his hands, looking into the distance, and continued to look at the sky.

Among them, the demeanor is very human.

The words fell, all the ink colors around them withered, and Li Xiuyuan and Gu Xian returned to Tianmu Mountain again.

Looking at the scroll again, it has been confidently rolled together and no longer opened.

"Good painting, good painting, this is the real heirloom. Gu Xian picked up the scroll and rubbed it, as if holding a rare treasure.

Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Then congratulations." ”

"My last wish has been fulfilled, although I didn't do it by myself, but it's enough, I won't draw again in my life, just keep the pen in your hand, you don't have to return it to me...... What is the name of this painting? Why don't you call it the fairy in the painting? ”

Gu Xian turned around and left with this painting in his hand, he waved his hand, it seemed that there was nothing worth remembering, and he muttered to himself as he walked.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the ink pen in his hand, but saw that the ink pen had disappeared.

There is a faint five-colored light hidden in his hand.

Talent, is this Gu Immortal's talent.

It turned out that the ink pen in his hand was the manifestation of his talent.