Chapter 316: The Laughing Man (11/12)

Chapter 316 Swordsman (1112)

Ding Ling had no reason to refuse.

This is the internal strength and determination that comes to your door.

Moreover, Xiang Wentian is known as the King of Heaven and the left envoy of the Sun and Moon God Sect. His collection of internal skills and mental methods must be first-rate!

What Ding Ling lacks now is top-notch internal strength secrets!

Third rate is of no use to him now.

Second rate is too mediocre. First-class talents will help him become a top master faster!

"good!"

Ding Ling nodded:

"How are you going to compete?"

"Ha ha……"

Xiang Wentian laughed:

"Okay, okay, you deserve to be Ding Ling, the Shattered Void. It's really fun!"

He took out a pen and paper from his pocket and looked around:

"Compete here!"

His voice was high and powerful:

"Let's compete in painting first. As long as you can draw a painting that surpasses my painting skills and makes me satisfied, you will win."

"This competition is a bit ridiculous, isn't it?"

Lin Ping complained:

"That's what you said. If you want to win, you must draw a painting that surpasses my master's painting skills and satisfy my master?!"

"good."

Xiang Wentian nodded and said with a smile:

"That's what I meant!"

"Turn left to make it slippery."

Qu Feiyan stood by Ding Ling without hesitation and accused Xiang Wentian:

"The competition must be fair. What's the point of you cheating like this? My servant Ding can also cheat and choose not to compete with you!"

"I don't even want to call you uncle anymore."

Xiang Wentian glanced at Qu Feiyan, half smiling:

"Brother Ding of your family? It seems that your heart has fallen to Ding Ling."

After saying this, Qu Feiyan felt a little embarrassed and blushed.

She glanced at Ding Ling.

Seeing that Ding Ling's face was extremely calm, she didn't know why, but her heart felt a little empty, but soon she cheered up and said crisply:

"According to what you said, this is a draw after three rounds. Then my servant Ding didn't waste his time in vain? Even if it is lost time, you must give the secret book of inner strength and mental skills to my servant Ding."

"this……"

Xiang Wentian was stunned by Qu Feiyan. He thought about it for a while and said:

"Okay. As long as Ding Ling really crushes me, you will win regardless of whether I am satisfied or not."

Ding Ling smiled noncommittally.

A leopard can be seen in the tube.

It can be seen that the Xiang Wentian in front of him is definitely not a pedantic, serious or noble person!

Hua Tuo and Zhang Zhongjing in the Three Kingdoms world were noble and compassionate to the extreme!

Naturally, Ding Ling would not be too pedantic for someone like Xiang Wentian.

He immediately waved his hand, signaling to Xiang Wentian that he could start.

Xiang Wentian walked to the side of the horse's belly and took out two pairs of pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

One for each person.

Very well prepared.

It seems that Xiang Wentian had a draft before he came!

This is a man who is extremely smart and has a strong heart.

Ding Ling did not dare to underestimate Xiang Wentian, so he immediately cheered up and started painting.

His painting skills are perfect.

Later in the Three Kingdoms, he watched the painting skills of various celebrities, and his painting skills have now reached the level of proficiency and peak performance!

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a master-level painter who combines the painting skills of "hundred celebrities".

It turns out that his painting skills are at full level.

But it did not absorb the essence of hundreds of schools of thought.

There is no ability for Kyushu and the countries in the Western Regions to actively contribute or passively contribute various painting skills.

It is precisely because of the incredible accumulation of the Three Kingdoms world.

That's why Ding Ling now has the ability to splash ink and accomplish things in one go!

Just a moment.

A picture of three people riding horses to view the mountains and rivers appeared on the paper.

Lifelike.

Lifelike.

Lin Pingzhi leaned over and took a look, and couldn't help but exclaimed loudly:

"Master, your painting skills are amazing. You can paint such an amazing work in such a short period of time, it's incredible!"

Qu Feiyan also came over to take a look. He was also moved and shocked. His eyes looking at Ding Ling became even more strange.

"Um?!"

Xiang Wentian just stood up when he heard Lin Pingzhi's shouts. He couldn't help being surprised. He immediately put down his pen, walked two steps to Ding Ling, and took a closer look. At this glance, he immediately felt as if he was being attacked. Lightning struck and he was stunned on the spot.

After a while.

He patted Lin Pingzhi on the shoulder and cheered loudly:

"Okay, okay. Hahaha..."

He laughed loudly:

"Such a painting is truly divine! It's even more breathtaking and touching than the ancient works I found! So good!"

He looked at Ding Ling with burning eyes and said in surprise:

"There's no need to compete. You win this level."

He stroked the three long strands of beard under his chin and said with a sigh:

"It's really unexpected. There is a painting saint like you, Ding Ling, in this world! And you are still so young and your martial arts skills are so high. It's really weird!"

He shook his head, walked over and crushed his transformation into pieces, despising himself:

"Compared to you, my paintings are just shit, so I won't show them to show my ugliness. Next, let's compete in calligraphy."

…

After a while.

Ding Ling's calligraphy works were like a dragon and a snake, which shocked Lin Pingzhi and shouted, "Master is amazing!" ’ Qu Feiyan’s apricot eyes were filled with sparkles.

Xiang Wentian laughed in shock:

"Great, great! I didn't expect Ding Ling that your painting skills are comparable to those of the painting saint. Your calligraphy is even comparable to that of the calligraphy saint. You are really invincible! With your help, I think all the so-called Juren and Zhuangyuan in the world today will be ashamed!"

He became more and more excited.

It was as if he had not lost, but won:

"Next, let's compete in playing the piano. I won't play."

Xiang Wentian was playing badly, looking at Ding Ling with bright eyes:

"I want to see you play."

He actually took out a guqin from the side of the horse's belly, held it with both hands, and handed it to Ding Ling:

"Come on, try it."

"Okay."

Ding Ling smiled slightly.

He took the guqin, placed it aside, and immediately played the music score of "Swordsman".

Although there was no flute to play with him.

But he played this difficult "Swordsman" by himself.

It still shocked everyone in the audience.

The iron-blooded, free and unrestrained, grand and full of the spirit of the rivers and lakes, "Swordsman" was played.

Lin Pingzhi was moved and excited, tears welled up in his eyes.

Qu Feiyan's depressed heart was lifted up.

Xiang Wentian was silent for a long while, then he clapped his legs and exclaimed:

"Great! This song should only exist in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the world! It is not enough to describe it even if it lingers in my ears for three days!

I never thought that I, Xiang Wentian, would be able to hear such a divine song in my lifetime. It is really worth it, too worth it!

I just don't know what the name of this song is?

Why is it so pleasant, beautiful, touching,

but I have never heard it?"

Ding Ling explained the origin of the song.

Xiang Wentian sighed and regretted:

"Two bosom friends and confidants left like this. Hateful Songshan Sect bastards! Sooner or later, I will make them pay with blood."

He gritted his teeth, as if he really wanted to eat the flesh and blood of the Songshan Sect.

How much of it was acting?

How much of it was true character?