Chapter 3 The words are not amazing

The ground cracked silently, revealing a dark and deep tunnel.

"Is there a dark room?"

Wu Pengwei's heart moved, his body moved, and he skimmed a heavy distance. He stood at the dark and deep entrance of the corridor. He thought for a little in his heart, and still leaned in.

As soon as his body entered the corridor, the mouth of the corridor behind him merged silently, and it was dark in front of him.

"Peng..."

A red flame burned from the palm of his hand, and the blazing light expelled the darkness within a radius of five meters.

The aisle was long and narrow. After walking for about 20 minutes, there was finally a light. The light was gentle and bright, and it was the soft luster emitted by the night pearl.

The corridor gradually lengthen, and finally became more and more open. At the end is a crimson gate.

The door was falsely hidden, but it was not closed.

Wu Pengwei pushed the door and walked in, and the light suddenly lit up.

Inside the red door is a thousand-step hall. The hall is extremely luxuriously decorated. There is a man in a cyan gown. The man stroked his slender beard in front of his lips and looked at a floating calligraphy and painting in front of him with great interest.

He held a fan made of sandalwood in his hand, which was engraved with the four characters "I know the heart of heaven", which was an elegant and mysterious style.

"It's strange, strange, this calligraphy and painting looks brilliant and extraordinary, but why do I always feel something wrong?"

The man in blue shirt looked at the calligraphy and painting in front of him and only felt suspicious. Obviously, it was a good calligraphy and painting, but he didn't like it. What's the reason?

He kept walking back and forth, as if he had fallen into a strange question, puzzled.

"This painting is very good, but it's a pity that I didn't get the essence. The author's mood did not reach it when painting, but the level of imitation is very high. It's confusing with false, which makes people unable to distinguish between true and false."

A clear voice suddenly sounded in the ear of the man in the blue shirt, which shocked him. He looked up and saw that he was just a white snake. The man in the blue shirt immediately cast a contemptuous look: "Well, do you also know the so-called charm? A white snake aquarium?"

Wu Pengwei smiled and did not defend himself. He just asked, "Do you have a pen?"

The man in blue was stunned, and then walked to the hall. After a while, he came in with pen and ink in both hands.

"Ye..."

The man in blue shirt handed over the pen and ink. The two mustaches on his beautiful face trembled slightly, and his eyes were slightly mocking. It seemed to imply that you are a deep-sea aquarium slave. Can you still understand the essence of my human calligraphy and painting? Let you show off and see how you make a fool of yourself.

Wu Pengwei didn't say much. Now he has eaten the metamorphosis elixir, and no one can tell his true identity.

He picked up the pen, narrowed his eyes, and once again fell into the state of mind of "the general trend according to the law", and the calligraphy and painting in front of him immediately presented another scenery.

This is a picture of the sea of anger.

On the endless sea, the waves are turbulent, the big waves are startling, and the sky is dark and the wind is dark, just like the end of the world.

Wu Pengwei squinted for a while, looking sad and happy, standing there like a bronze statue.

The man in blue shirt beside him was shocked when he saw it. As the most famous metaphysical master in the world, he has learned a vast and complicated life, especially proficient in the method of asking gossip. He called the previous generation of people, no one in the world can beat him.

Therefore, it won the reputation of "Mr. Water Mirror".

Water mirror, water mirror, the so-called water mirror means that he sees people and things, just like people look at the mirror. All the shortcomings can be seen at a glance.

At first, Mr. Shuijing saw that the speaker was just a lowly white snake, and he had a contemptuous idea in his heart. But now the white snake stood before the angry sea, he was actually calm and idle, especially a pair of eyes without sadness or joy, as deep as the sea, like a statue, and was immediately surprised.

"It's amazing. This Haizu has the demeanor of a Danqing master. With the experience of countless people in my life, such a demeanor can only be seen in a few masters in the painting of the world. How can it appear on a sea clan now? Am I't I wrong?"

Mr. Shuijing's expression changed slightly, but the surface remained calm. He carefully observed Wu Pengwei's every move.

Wu Pengwei has already entered the artistic conception of the picture scroll at this time.

He seemed to be on a surging sea, with clouds and fog rising and rain and waves rushing into the sky. The painter is not only good at painting, but also imitating the artistic conception very much. But somehow, although this sea has the essence, it always seems that something is missing.

"The mountain is not high, the immortal is the name, the water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit" (Khan, here is a pirated Chinese classical Chinese, I hope you don't criticize me).

Wu Pengwei, who narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly whispered this sentence.

"In the sea of anger, if there is no dragon king, how can he talk about it?"

In the surprise of the water mirror, Wu Pengwei suddenly picked up the brush in his hand, stained with thick ink color, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and danced quickly on the picture scroll.

He took action very quickly, without a trace of melancholy. A few strokes, a ferocious and majestic dragon appeared in the painting. His body was endless, half hidden in the sea, half rushed out of the water, looked up to the sky and roared, and was unparalleled.

A map of angry seas and waves is very different from time to time. There are thousands of weather, and there is no trace of astringent and incongruity.

"Wonderful!"

Mr. Water Mirror closed the folding fan in his hand, and the exit was praised.

But Wu Pengwei did not stop at this time. He laughed and said, "Among all things, although the dragon is the king of the sea of anger, the talent is the spirit of all things. There is no one with a dragon, which is not a good painting."

In the long roar, he raised the pen and painted. Between the clouds and snakes, a man with a naked upper body stood on the ferocious dragon's head, as if the sky, the sea, the dragon, the wind and waves must crawl under his feet. He is the only supreme existence between heaven and earth.

"Fal happy, happy!"

Wu Pengwei withdrew his mind. Before he opened his mouth, Mr. Shuijing beside him rushed to laugh.

"Don't talk. There are few people in the world today who have this ability. Let me gossip about him first."

Between a long smile, Mr. Shuijing waved his long sleeves, pinched his fingers like an orchid, twisted it back and forth, and said a word in his mouth.

In less than three breaths, Mr. Crystal smiled again and pointed to Wu Pengwei and said, "Who am I? It turns out that you are the disaster star. I didn't expect you to become like this. That's all. It's my carelessness. I misread your identity."

"Gastrous? I don't understand. Please make it clear. Wu Pengwei's heart moved, and the surface was silent. He had the intention to consider Mr. Shuijing's ability.

"Oh, the little guy still doesn't believe me, haha, let me show you my ability."

Mr. Water Mirror, rolled up his sleeve, exposed a thin arm, twisted his fingers into a method, stamped his right foot, and shouted in a low voice: "Tianzun Kailing, the water mirror reappears."

Suddenly, a burst of water light flashed between his palms, and a mirror full of light immediately emerged. The mirror was square and the shape was simple. Although it was composed of radiance, the mirror was as smooth as a pool of water, which could clearly reflect the scene.

"Come and have a look by yourself."

Mr. Shuijing handed over the light mirror with a smile. In the smooth mirror, a handsome and elegant teenager's face was reflected, and there was no shadow of a snake demon.

"Mr. is awesome, and the younger generation admires it." Wu Pengwei held his fist and saluted, looking as usual.

Mr. Shuijing nodded, waved his hand, and the light mirror dissipated. He looked at Wu Pengwei and said, "You are good. You are not surprised by favors and humiliations. Your face is as usual. It's good, very good."

"Sir, I'm flattered, but I don't know that the ability you just used is the method of divine thought?" Wu Pengwei was not excited at all, and asked as usual.

"I didn't expect that you also know the divine mind. Yes, it is the small method applied by the divine mind, but this method is the unique transmission of my water mirror. I can't retreat from the enemy, I can only watch the heart." Speaking of this, Mr. Shuijing took another look at Wu Pengwei, shook his head and sighed, "The people in the world who want me to comment on are flocking. In addition to the top masters on the Chiyou Monument, they are proud to get my comments, but you are good. You look as calm as water. There is no trace of excitement when you see my water mirror. It's really It's hard to see through. It's good. It's good. I think the Miao Wu in Jiangbei and Tang Qiushui will be in trouble in the future.

Wu Pengwei shook his head when he saw what Mr. Shuijing said and couldn't help asking, "Isn't you worried about being imprisoned here?"

"Worried?" Mr. Shuijing smiled and said, "Why worry? Everything in the world is arranged by fate. Naturally, there is God who arranges everything in the dark. Whether you are worried or happy, in the end, it is not a handful of loess or a lonely grave.

"You are broad-minded, but I don't agree with this view." Wu Pengwei smiled in a low voice.

"Oh?" Mr. Shuijing was interested and asked with a folding fan, "Let's talk about it. What's your different point of view?"

"That's a show of ugliness." Wu Pengwei raised his head and looked straight.

"Life is indeed short, and nine out of ten unsatisfactory things often make people helpless, but if you just let it go and let God's will play tricks on you, just like the flowing duckweed, drifting at will, and everything is indisputable. In the end, will you feel that life is poor? Is it no different from a beast? Born between heaven and earth, a man should naturally fight hard. Regardless of glory and wealth, he must do his best to protect his beloved character. No matter what the future is, he should always take care of it.

"As the saying goes, the heart of heaven is my heart. Since the thief God raises the world as a ruminant dog, I should cheer up and live a different wonderful life. I don't care about what others do, but my fate should be controlled by myself, even if the road ahead is stormy."

"The heart of heaven is my heart, the way of heaven is unfair, my heart is to make up for it, heaven is healthy, and a gentleman should be self-reliant. This is the life of the younger generation."

After a word, although Wu Pengwei looked as usual, there was an awe-inspiring momentum in his words, which shocked people's hearts and souls.

"The way of heaven is unfair, my heart makes up for it, heaven is healthy, and a gentleman should be self-improvement..."

Mr. Shuijing recited this sentence in a low voice, tossing and turning, his expression changed greatly.