Chapter 317: Painting Saint Ear Dao, Lanting Collection Preface

The small Ear Dao God held a talisman brush taller than itself, pouting, a small face crying. Wang Ningzhi looked at the little monster flicked out by Qian Chen, feeling a bit puzzled. Facing the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban warriors of the Orthodox Dao, what use could this kind of little monster have?

This kind of monster, Ear Dao God, although relatively precious to human cultivators.

But what rare treasures had the Langya Wang family not seen.

In his view, it was just ordinary.

The Ear Dao God raised the talisman brush, and with one stroke, spirituality was born. With just a few strokes of white drawing, a vivid bearded swordsman appeared under the Ear Dao God's brush.

The dotting of the eyes was finished, and the swordsman suddenly became vivid, laughing loudly: "Little monster, why did you think of me at this time?"

The swordsman laughed loudly: "Occasionally flying a divine sword for gambling, destroying the first peak of Zhongnan!"

The divine intent of his transformation suddenly retracted, like a living person's body suddenly losing its color, turning into ink marks like water ink. A sword intent rushed into the sky from his body, taking away all the spirit, and slashed towards the ten thousand Dao soldiers.

Behind him, the sword light suddenly escaped from the sword box, folded in the void, and the sword light crisscrossed for ten miles. With one sword, the sword light broke into the military array, and the Dao soldiers whose momentum was integrated into one body were immediately turned upside down, and the first few hundred Dao soldiers were killed through by this sword.

The sword light was like a broken bamboo, cutting off thousands of Dao soldiers before the divine intent dissipated.

This sword was only at the Core Formation realm, but with a supreme sword intent, it restrained those heavenly soldiers who entrusted talisman seeds.

"Shaoqing Yan Yan Jianxian!" Wang Ningzhi's expression sank, looking at the bearded swordsman who had lost his spirit and turned into a group of ink marks and dissipated. Although it was only a bit of spirit drawn, it only had the power of one sword.

But this sword was so amazing that it made him couldn't help but daydream.

If that person in the painting really appeared here, what kind of demeanor would that be?

The Ear Dao God jumped into mid-air, opened the talisman brush, and dropped the brush into the void. The river water below steamed up and turned into cloud qi, spreading out like paper under its brush. It held the talisman brush, just thought for a while, and drew an extremely ugly ghost, green-faced and fanged, holding a yaksha and gnawing, its face ferocious and terrifying.

Qian Chen, who was leading the white deer and standing by the river in the distance, saw this and laughed: "So Zhong Kui is in the Ear Dao God's heart, actually this image. It seems that when Lord Zhong Fujun ate the ghosts, he scared it quite a bit!"

The Ghost King's divine intent transformed, laughing: "Hahaha! I want to catch you little monster and eat you!"

The Ghost King opened his arms, roared, manifested his dharma, his body turned a hundred feet tall, and stomped his feet. The river surface under his feet set off a monstrous giant wave, like a thirty-foot city wall, pushing towards all directions.

Those Dao soldiers who rushed over shouted in unison, tens of thousands of military momentum integrated into a divine general with a blurred face, holding a slashing horse knife and slashing vertically. The knife light condensed like a silk, actually slashing the water wall that was pushed to the front of the Dao soldiers!

At this time, Zhong Kui shouted: "Eat you little monster another day!"

The iron hook in his hand was thrown out, actually catching a flaw in the operation of the military array. At the moment when the long knife of the divine general transformed by the military momentum was withdrawn, he used the iron hook to pierce its chest.

With just one pull, the iron hook took the spiritual light of thousands of Yellow Turban Dao soldiers and pulled it out of the body.

The souls of thousands of heavenly soldiers were pulled in front of Zhong Kui. He just wanted to open the black hole in his chest that was like reincarnation, but saw those thousands of spiritual lights connected into one piece, rushing into the sky, returning to the heavenly realm.

"Stingy!"

Zhong Kui snorted, and with a bit of dissatisfaction, turned into ink marks and dissipated.

Wang Ningzhi looked at the Ear Dao God, his eyes already completely without contempt. First was the Shaoqing Yan Yan Jianxian, then a mysterious Ghost King, this little monster gave him too many surprises!

Wang Ningzhi followed his father to practice calligraphy, and his achievements in the way of calligraphy and painting were not as good as his father and brother, but his eyesight was extraordinary. He saw the Ear Dao God taking advantage of the time Zhong Kui fought for, gathering a cloud sea, walking on the long river, boundless, actually having a momentum that could compete with the array blocking the river.

"Painting living souls, this little monster is actually a Painting Saint?" Wang Ningzhi's voice was like being trained by eighteen big men, carrying a taste of extreme horror.

It used clouds as paper, heaven as a desk, and dropped the brush to draw a broken and mottled city tower, then extended along the city walls to both sides, surprisingly drawing a majestic city wall like a capital.

On the city wall, thousands of soldiers wearing armor, armor broken, weapons broken, but emitting a spirit of awe. The Ear Dao God was still painting, and in its small body, a powerful divine light burst out.

In the divine light, a blurred magic seal was suppressed on it.

At this moment, Jin Ling Ferry, stars appeared in the daytime. At this moment, within a radius of hundreds of miles, Yuan Hao, Zhi Xia, Wang Ningzhi, and a beautiful woman sitting in a small boat and playing chess with herself hundreds of miles downstream of Jin Ling Ferry, all looked up in surprise.

Stars fell like rain!

Divine light flew down and entered the countless soldiers in the city wall drawn by the Ear Dao God. The next moment, those thousands of soldiers, the white-haired general, the middle-aged scholar holding a brush on the city wall, the musician playing the pipa in the city tower, and the Daoist calmly playing the zither at the forefront of the city wall...

These characters had spirit in their eyes, and the city wall they were attached to was also extending. Behind the city wall, countless streets and alleys crisscrossed, houses stood in great numbers, and the people in the city were drawn in one stroke, their faces blurred, but it seemed that everything blurred in the city gave those soldiers on the city wall infinite power.

The Dao soldiers lined up in front. The woman on the small boat downstream had a solemn face and dropped a piece on the center of the board.

The power of the array blocking the river suddenly erupted, and completely merged with the Dao soldier array, pushing those one hundred thousand Dao soldiers, each of them having the power of their comrades superimposed, and the knife light slashed down...

Without the cover of the array, the two old men Jiao and Huan outside the array were shocked, feeling that the power within that knife light could kill them hundreds of times in one breath.

But at this time, the Ear Dao God's painting was finished!

It finally wrote two words on the plaque above the city tower—Chang'an!

The whole city was surprisingly vivid, and a powerful array that could not be described in words manifested at this moment, condensing the power of the countless soldiers, the general, the scholar, the Daoist, and the musician in the painting into one body.

The full-force strike of the array blocking the river hit the city wall, and could only collapse. At this moment, nearly ten thousand Dao soldiers' bodies shattered, turning into bean powder and scattering.

"Chang'an!" Wang Ningzhi's expression stalled, and he lost his voice: "Could it be the Great Array of Guanzhong, or the Chang'an of the former capital of Qin and Han? This is the Qin capital, or the Han rule? No, it seems there are differences, although one can still faintly see many traces of the two dynasties, but..."

The Ear Dao God was not proficient in the array path. Although it had the Supreme Heavenly Master magic seal lent by Qian Chen, restraining many Yellow Turban Dao soldiers, the power of the array blocking the river and the scattering of beans to become soldiers merged, complementing each other, but it was not something a little monster like it could break.

And what it drew was different from the talisman beans. The talisman beans contained magic power, which could be the carrier of Dao soldiers, which was planted with hard work and contained Wang Ningzhi's countless efforts. But the things drawn only had a bit of divine intent, without a solid carrier, so there was only the power of one strike, or a few strikes.

It could not be compared to the talisman bean Dao soldiers, as long as the magic power in the talismans was not exhausted, the time of existence was endless.

But this little monster, Ear Dao God, also had a bit of cleverness. It couldn't set up an array, so it just drew the strongest array it had ever seen, which the array blocking the river could not compare to—the Chang'an Great Array.

Like the Supreme Edict magic seal, it summoned nearly ten thousand heavenly soldiers from the Ministry of War of the Heavenly Court, merged with the Chang'an Great Array, and resisted the full-force strike of the array blocking the river and the one hundred thousand Dao soldiers, almost breaking the river and splitting the mountain.

At this time, Chang'an was about to collapse.

The Ear Dao God's brush turned, taking advantage of the moment when Chang'an collapsed, and actively collapsed the Chang'an Great Array, revealing a crack suppressed under it.

When Chang'an fell, countless red lotus karmic fires bloomed quietly, burning all sins.

At this moment, countless soldiers on the city wall died, the general broke his sword, the scholar dropped his brush, the bearded swordsman drawn earlier died in front of the city gate, a woman with a blurred face was buried in the ashes of countless talismans, and there was a figure holding a chicken, lowering his head, curled up in a corner.

Above the city tower, the young Daoist broke his zither.

Suddenly looking back, the red lotus gathered, and the karmic fire was born.

The lotus flower took root in the crack of the Nine Nether, the lotus leaves supported the Chang'an city, and a three-thousand-foot karmic fire red lotus bloomed in the city...

Wang Ningzhi felt his eyes stinging, tears gushing out, and in his blurred vision, he vaguely saw a demon god with three heads and eight arms opening his eight arms, the red silk behind him covering the sky and the sun, and the breath of destroying everything swept across.

The one hundred thousand Dao soldiers were just an instant, and turned into flying ash!

In the distance, Qian Chen, leading the white deer, had a strange expression.

"Integrating the intent of my demon body entrusted in the Hell Transformation Picture with the collapse of the Chang'an Great Array, and reasonably imagining the scene of my entering the demon and achieving the Demon Lord?"

"Although the divine power was insufficient, it only drew half, and after destroying the one hundred thousand Dao soldiers, it couldn't bear it, and the painting dissipated, failing to destroy the array blocking the river together. But it was also terrifying!"

"It's just, in this little monster's heart, am I actually this terrifying appearance?"

Qian Chen looked at the Ear Dao God. The Ear Dao God was panting, obviously drawing the true form of Qian Chen's demon body was not a small burden for it.

At this time, the Ear Dao God felt a chill behind its back, and the whole god became vigilant, looking back at Qian Chen, worried that he would play some bad tricks again.

Qian Chen just looked at it with a smile. The little monster drew a hole and drilled into it, instantly crawling back to Qian Chen's shoulder.

"Now even this little monster knows how to use my Demon Path body to open a hang! This is not good... I must teach it well, everything must rely on itself! My Demon Path body, how can you use it to open a hang?"

Wang Ningzhi wept sadly, covering his stinging eyes, and sighed for a long time: "Actually, actually even this kind of monster can surpass me? I am not even an opponent of the little monster raised by fellow Daoist, yet I wanted to stop fellow Daoist, but it was a bit overestimating my own strength!"

The scholar in white smiled bitterly, grabbed the horn of the ink dragon, and said to Qian Chen: "Why does fellow Daoist hold back? Ningzhi, only has this last bit of things. After showing off, if I am still not an opponent, then I will be at your disposal!"

He raised the Lanting brush in his right hand, dropped the brush and stretched, and wrote on the river surface below—Zhuang Lang Hao Jin, Chao Bu Ying Mei...

The scholar in white gave a slight, bitter smile. He grabbed the horn of the Ink Dragon and said to Qian Chen: "Why must you hold back, Fellow Daoist? Ningzhi only has this last bit of ability left. After this display, if I am still no match, then I shall leave myself to your disposal!"

Zhuang Lang Hao Jin, Chao Bu Ying Mei. Ming Xin Zhen Ji, Qian Zai Tong Gui.

Sixteen ink dragons danced downwards, splashing ink marks, and refined the bit of Great Wang charm in his calligraphy into another kind of brilliance. The dragon bodies, like ink brushes, wound along the surface of the river, and every stroke of calligraphy, carrying thick calligraphic power, was brandished toward Qian Chen.

In the ninth year of Yonghe, in the year of Guichou, at the beginning of late spring...

"Lanting Collection Preface!"

Qian Chen said solemnly. He did not value Wang Ningzhi's brushwork so much. Wang Ningzhi had the help of his younger brother's sixteen ink dragons, which could manifest the charm of Xianzhi's calligraphy, which was indeed good.

But compared to the one hundred thousand Dao soldiers of his husband and wife, it was not superior.

The Ear Dao God could break the Yellow Turban Talisman Method of scattering beans to become soldiers, so what did Qian Chen have to fear?

But what he didn't expect was that a grand gathering of family clans at Lanting in Kuaiji Mountain more than a hundred years ago, gathering many elites of the Southern Jin family clans, and the Lanting Collection Preface written by Wang Xizhi during that period, had actually reached such a realm.

At that grand gathering, Wang Xizhi of the Wang family, Xie An of the Xie family, Sun Chuo, and many other Yin Spirit and Yang Spirit True Persons wrote poems, integrated their own laws, as if realizing the Great Dao, creating one magic art after another, and Wang Xizhi wrote the preface for it.

When writing this article, he surprisingly used the Yang Spirit to communicate with the Heavenly Dao.

Almost reaching the Nascent Soul realm, gathering the poems and essays of the crowd, engraving them as the true law of heaven and earth, and sublimating them into a divine ability—Lanting Collection!

In the Lanting Collection, the poems written by the crowd could all lead out the calligraphy engraved by Wang Xizhi in the Heavenly Dao. Therefore, the forty-one people with poetic names in the Lanting Collection could all use their own poems as a guide to exert this divine ability.

If one had the Yang Spirit realm, one could even exert the divine abilities of all forty-one people.

Seeing this scene, Qian Chen couldn't help but look serious.

This was not for Wang Ningzhi, but for the respect for Wang Xizhi, the creator of the divine ability Lanting Collection behind him.

Able to sublimate magic arts into divine abilities.

This person's Dao practice was close to Nascent Soul. If he didn't enter the demon with his body, Qian Chen would not be an opponent!

Lines of the Lanting Preface written in running script used the Dajiang as paper and spread out.

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Yuan Hao and others were besieged by Dao soldiers and were extremely disheveled and in imminent danger. In the distance, a huge city with a vigorous momentum and incomparable majesty manifested, making all the Dao soldiers shatter instantly.

They were still confused. Only Du Xiuniang looked at the giant city and said in fear: "One stroke gives birth to spirit, one stroke gives birth to soul... I guessed wrong, that person is not in the realm of living beings, his painting path has already entered the divine, I don't know what he painted, it actually destroyed these powerful Dao soldiers in one blow!"

Just as Yuan Hao and the others were in a wretched state, besieged by the Dao soldiers and in imminent danger, a giant city of immense momentum and unparalleled majesty manifested in the distance, causing all the Dao soldiers to shatter instantly.

Several Reincarnators trembled, Gao Hu said with a bitter face: "Earth Immortal Realm! Is this the Earth Immortal Realm?"

Yuan Hao's expression was sluggish, and his mind was a bit unclear from the blow!

At this time, a clanging zither sound came from the river, and the killing aura rose everywhere. On the river surface, someone was leaning on a white deer and playing the zither. The zither sound commanded ghosts and gods, making the City Gods, Earth Gods, Mountain Gods, River Gods, and even the conferred righteous gods of all directions appear and stand solemnly.

The ghosts were subdued, six dragons in the river tossed and turned, as if leading the way, four four-tusked divine elephants crossed the river, tigers and wolves on both banks were in front, ghosts and gods were behind, the teng snake lay on the ground, the phoenix covered the top, and the ghosts and gods were combined!

The woman sitting in the small boat in the distance dropped the black piece in her hand, her eyebrows like mountains slightly frowned, and she said in a low voice: "The ancient music that the sage made for the Heavenly Emperor in the past—Qing Jiao!"

The black piece fell into the river and turned into a big black fish, swinging its tail and leaving.

The zither sound was high-pitched, the river surface tossed and turned, the ink marks of the Lanting Collection Preface were instantly broken, the sixteen flying ink dragons wailed, broken into two halves, the bodies turned into ink marks and gathered in one place, but obviously they were already severely injured.

Qian Chen's last string moved, Wang Ningzhi vomited blood and retreated, falling from the head of the ink dragon.

But he just looked at the sky and laughed: "Senior brother, I finally completed your entrustment!"

At this moment, a sharp shout came from both upstream and downstream.

"Wang Lang!"

"Junior brother!"

The Daoist upstream stepped on his sword and came, hitting across the Dajiang. A mysterious light went against the river flow, crushing everything blocking the front. On the tower ship, Yuan Hao and others looked back, only to see a middle-aged Daoist, with killing intent on his face, hair and beard flying, already furious to the extreme!

That mysterious light gathered the five elements and had the power of life and death.

The two Core Formation old men flew out their magic treasures, wanting to block it slightly, but those two magic treasures were instantly beaten into scrap iron and fell into the river, failing to delay even a trace!

Above the array blocking the river...

Qian Chen looked back and slashed the Dajiang and that mysterious light together!

"Xu... Dao... Fu!" The old man surnamed Jiao read the person's name word by word! ===== CHAPTER 318 =====

Qian Chen looked back and swung his sword, severing the Dajiang and that streak of mysterious light together!

"Xu... Dao... Fu!" The old man surnamed Jiao recited the man's name, word by word!