The rushing dragon, with extremely powerful pressure, almost made Huan Chang's heart break.

"Certainly!"

At this moment, Xu Wang suddenly wrote the word "Ding" in the air, and the dragon rushing out of calligraphy and painting suddenly stopped in the air.

"Destroy."

Xu Wang wrote the word "destroy" again, which almost condensed into substance. The dragon that was swaying in its teeth and claws suddenly disappeared.

Huan Chang had personally experienced the power of the dragon, and immediately stared at Xu Wang with a burning look. Not only did he not have any fear, but his face was flushed with excitement.

"Is this the ability to use calligraphy and painting into the Tao?"

Xu Wang put down his brush and said with a smile: "How is it? Is there a brand new experience?"

Huan Chang didn't say anything, just nodded fiercely, his eyes full of desire.

He also hopes that one day he can reach the level of a master.

As if seeing through Huan Chang's thoughts, Xu Wang said seriously: "Just talking about the talent in calligraphy and painting, you must be far superior to me."

"As long as you understand it hard, you will be able to enter the Tao with calligraphy and painting one day, and your achievements will be above me."

"At that time, you can directly cross the realm of entering the hall, understand the true energy from the Tao, and become a real martial artist in the realm of entering the room."

Huan Chang was even more excited when he heard this.

Although the warriors in the Jiuzhou Continent have a high status, it is very difficult to become warriors.

Take Yang Feng as an example. He started practicing martial arts ten years ago, and now he is twenty-five years old, and has just reached the peak of his career.

Yang Feng wanted to cultivate true qi from the outside to the inside, but he didn't know how long it would take, and he might even get stuck here forever.

However, as long as Huan Chang can understand something, he can directly cross the realm of entering the hall and become a master of entering the room. This is completely a step to reach the sky.

While happy, Huan Chang also felt a little confused and asked, "Master, ordinary warriors can only have true energy after practicing external skills."

"In this way, wouldn't the physical strength of these ordinary warriors be much stronger than mine?"

If you practice horizontally, even if you cut your body with ordinary swords, you will not be seriously injured. If these people cultivate true energy, they will be even more terrible.

Huan Chang was also worried that by practicing true qi through calligraphy and painting, he would be much weaker than those warriors who practice true qi from the outside to the inside.

Xu Wang laughed when he heard this and said, "If you can have true qi, you can use true qi to temper yourself from the inside out."

"As long as you persist, your physical fitness will increase significantly, and you will not be much worse than those who use horizontal practice to cultivate true qi."

Hearing Xu Wang's words, Huan Chang breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed a look of eagerness to try.

Seeing this, Xu Wang said with a serious expression: "Although you are extremely talented, it is not easy for you to learn from calligraphy and painting."

Huan Changlianrong said, "I'll ask for advice from the master."

Xu Wang said: "If you want to use calligraphy and painting into the Tao, you must be able to integrate your energy into calligraphy and painting, and achieve the finishing touch."

"At that time, the words you wrote represent your will; the paintings you made can also become a weapon of killing."

"In fact, with your current realm, you are only a little different from the realm of calligraphy and painting. Maybe with just one opportunity, you can reach the finishing touch."

"But, this opportunity needs to be taken by yourself, and no one can help you."

Huan Chang nodded heavily and said, "Disciple understand."

Xu Wang smiled with relief, and then said, "You don't need to draw anything else in the future. Just go into the mountains and be with rhubarb every day."

"As long as you can draw a pair of tigers that condense their energy and roar in the mountains and forests, and give life to the tigers, you can reach the finishing touch."

"Instead of distracting your energy, it is better to specialize in one way, such as martial arts and calligraphy and painting."

As for rhubarb, it is a huge tiger.

This fierce tiger came to the village to slander people, but was subdued by Xu Wang. He never dared to hurt people again.

It was precisely because of that incident that Yang Feng realized that Xu Wang, the old man who was addicted to alcohol, was actually a hidden master.

This is why Yang Feng became a disciple.

Since then, the villagers have become much more respectful to Xu Wang and his disciples.

Huan Chang received the explanation from his master, and his heart suddenly disappeared. With full enthusiasm, he went to the mountains to accompany Dahuang every day.

...

In the mountains and forests, a tiger stood tall.

The tiger is majestic and majestic, but there is a hint of humane helplessness on its face.

Not far from the tiger, Huan Chang sat on the ground with a drawing board in front of him, holding a black brush, focusing on outlining the image of the tiger.

As time passed, a tiger appeared on the rice paper, becoming lifelike.

Even the best painters will feel ashamed when they see this picture of a tiger roaring in the mountains.

The tiger roaring in the mountains in front of me is more vivid than the calligraphy and paintings sold by Huan Chang in the city, with a different power.

If this painting is sold to those high-ranking officials who know goods, it can even be sold at a sky-high price of 100 silver.

In fact, every painting by Huan Chang is no worse than those of the masters, and it is even better than that.

This is why Xu Wang told Huan Chang at that time that calligraphy and painting should not be sold at a low price.

However, Huan Chang's paintings are not for selling money, but for understanding the finishing touch.

"Oh, it's still a little bit of charm."

Huan Chang put down the brush in his hand and looked at the tiger that had been drawn. Instead of showing any smile on his face, his brows frowned tightly.

With a deep sigh, Huan Chang actually tore the picture of the tiger roaring in the mountains and forests to pieces.

Fragments of paper drift in the wind and scattered in the mountains and forests.

The tiger standing in front saw Huan Chang's actions, and the corners of his mouth and beard trembled a few times, with deep helplessness on the tiger's face.

Huan Chang himself seemed to have not seen the expression of a tiger, and his mood was a little depressed.

He shook his head and said to himself: "This is the ninth picture of the tiger roaring in the mountains, but it has never reached the point where the master said it was the finishing touch."

The finishing touch is an extremely high state in calligraphy and painting.

To reach this state, it is necessary to give the animals and plants in the work life so that they can live for a short time.

Although the tiger that Huan Chang paints now has a very charming charm, it is always a little bit short and has never been able to reach the finishing touch.

After rubbing his eyebrows, Huan Chang felt deeply tired.

It is definitely not an easy task to create nine pictures of tigers roaring in the mountains and forests in a row.

"The master said that painting is the same as practicing martial arts. Don't be greedy for merit and make progress. Let's stop practicing today."

Huan Chang took a deep breath, looked up at the tiger standing beside him, with a helpless look on his face, but a smile appeared on his face.

He walked forward a few steps, came to the tiger, gently stroked its neck, and then said, "Dahuang, I really want to thank you today. My homework has been completed."

The tiger seemed to be able to understand people's words, and immediately roared, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

With a smile, he scratched the tiger and tickled itch, Huan Chang said, "I will come to you again in a few days. I will definitely show Dahuang's majestic figure completely."

The tiger, who was originally extremely surprised, had his face collapsed again.

Huan Chang laughed a few times, then raised his own painting basket and said to the tiger: "Dahuang, go and play by yourself, don't hurt others."

After saying that, Huan Chang walked down the mountain step by step.

This is Dahuang's territory, and there are no other beasts in the air, and Huan Chang is not afraid of being attacked.

On the way back, Huan Chang kept thinking.

He felt that he could reach the finishing touch by just a little bit.

"What's wrong?"

When writing and painting, you must be calm. During this period, Huan Chang kept cultivating his body and energy, and was always calm.

But now, Huan Chang couldn't help feeling a little impetuous.

After returning home, it was already at night. Huan Chang was lying on the bed toss and turns, but he always had difficulty sleeping.

"A Chang!"

At some point, Xu Wang had already arrived at the bedside and called out softly.

"master."

Huan Chang was shocked and hurriedly sat up from the bed.

In the dark night, Xu Wang's eyes were as bright as a galaxy. He spoke, "Continue to be with Dahuang in the mountains, you can no longer make any breakthrough."

"From today on, you can go to various villages to drive away evil spirits and concentrate on the villagers."

"Driving evil spirits and calming the gods?"

Xu Wang nodded and said, "I once told you that if you want to use calligraphy and painting into the Tao, you must integrate your energy and spirit into it."

"The words you write represent your will."
To be continued...