If Wang Yangming's words this morning were about a new world unfolding in front of Su Wen's eyes, it is Su Wen's turn to paint a holy path that he had never seen before in this ink-wash world.

Whether it is the color mixing method or the extraction method, it is something that Bai Jianqiu has never heard of for decades and cannot imagine.

Undoubtedly, if Su Wen's words were spread, they would immediately cause the storm of the entire Saint Word Continent's paintings. Even Bai Jianqiu suspected that if he could study it carefully for several years based on this and direction, he might be able to reach the threshold of the holy level!

Its value is incalculable!

For a moment, Bai Jianqiu looked at Su Wen with a little more solemn look. He said in a deep voice: "Why are you willing to tell me all this?"

Bai Jianqiu is not stupid, so he knows that Su Wen is not stupid either.

Su Wen had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm sure I'll do it. This picture of hibiscus peony was completed very early, but judging from its talent, it's just a considerable work."

In fact, Su Wen was also helpless. Logically speaking, with his insights on painting from his previous life, it should be enough to elevate the realm of this painting to the point of passing on the world.

But just like the song "The Road Is Difficult" he wrote in the Zhoukao, although this peony picture can amazed the world, it is difficult to gain the recognition of the talent of heaven and earth. Otherwise, the talent cyclone above the drawing position in his body would have long been transformed into gold!

From a certain perspective, his painting breaks the rules established by the Holy Word Continent. Unless he can become a sanctified in one fell swoop, it is impossible to resonate with the talents between heaven and earth.

Only by becoming a saint can one directly stimulate the purple gold talent in the divine book, thereby modifying the rules between heaven and earth. Only in this way can everything Su Wen do make sense.

However, Su Wen is still 108,000 miles away from the final holy path. If you want to be sagen, you still have a long way to go. It is not a one-day effort.

So he placed this hope on Bai Jianqiu's head.

If Bai Jianqiu can really cross the gap between the semi-saint and the holy level, it will be of great benefit to Su Wen.

Because now he has made the first real color painting in this continent!

It exists between heaven and earth and is absolutely not to be erased by others. This achievement will not be taken away even if Bai Jianqiu wants to take it away in the future!

For Su Wen at this time, that was enough.

Bai Jianqiu heard Su Wen's sigh and almost instantly understood what Su Wen was thinking. It can be said that the two sides had a mutually beneficial relationship, but even so, Bai Jianqiu still refused to take too much advantage of Su Wen and made an amazing decision at the moment.

"Today is the first day for you and I to become masters and apprentices. Logically speaking, the next thing I want to promise is what I, a teacher, should do, but I still hope to tell you in person."

"From now on, as long as my Bai Jianqiu's pen does not fall, your Su Wen's position will never wither!"

"For this, I am willing to give everything I have, even my life. If you want to have the head of the prince consort now, I will get it for you immediately!"

Su Wen was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he was not surprised.

The same thing is said, in this world, practice is higher than life and death.

With a faint smile, Su Wen shook his head and said, "Sir, love is loved by the students, but the Xu family does not have to bother the teacher. Sometimes, appropriate pressure is also the motivation of the students."

Bai Jianqiu is worthy of being a semi-saint, but in this moment, his expression has returned to normal, but the strong appreciation in his eyes cannot be erased.

"It seems that your understanding of painting is too much stronger than me. I really don't know what else to teach you. So in this first class today, I will teach you how to draw battles."

Su Wen was immediately overjoyed when he heard this. Bai Jianqiu was also direct enough. He taught war paintings as soon as he came up. This is exactly what Su Wen needs most now!

Su Wen has always felt that he was too poor to use the means of fighting. Although he had understood the truth, as a poem about the battle to kill the enemy, there were only two poems, "Swordsman" and "Reduced Mulan Flower", and neither of these two poems had very high realm.

Outside Huizhou City, even though Su Wen accidentally obtained the prototype of "drawing the ground into a prison", it can only be used to trap the enemy, not kill the enemy.

Finally, Su Wen also has the Leng Yue Sword, but as Yan Bei said, this sword can only fight for life, not with it.

So what else does Su Wen have?

Unlimited pot?

Although Wuliang Pot is good, it is not conducive to Su Wen's continuous combat. Moreover, Su Wen will not always have only one enemy to fight in the future. If Chai Nan's surprise attack that day, if Su Wenwen had not had a trace of holy power in the sea, he would have fallen.

So in general, although Su Wen has many trump cards, there are few ways to use it for combat. After being promoted to a tribute student and entering the academy, combat will become the theme song of Su Wen's future life.

The trial of the academy requires combat, and the future national examination requires combat in the school, and in the future, entering the border to resist the monsters will require combat.

On the first day of school, Su Wen was able to learn war paintings from Bai Jianqiu, and for Su Wen, he took another step ahead of others.

One step ahead, one step ahead.

War paintings are naturally also part of war writing. With their own talents, they can stimulate the combat ability in paintings, and they can be used for battles between literati, or they can kill monsters and destroy barbarians.

Unexpectedly, Bai Jianqiu's next sentence poured a bucket of cold water on Su Wen.

"I know, you are very talented in literary warfare. When you first gained the position of literary warfare, you could inspire Zhan Ci to kill Xu Yi. But after all, you only know the use of Zhan Ci, but you don't know what Zhan Ci is."

"As long as you go, even if you can master various war texts, it will be difficult to become a great achievement, because you need to know that war texts are not about application, but about creation!"

Su Wen was stunned.

Because Bai Jianqiu's words hit his vitals.

After all, Su Wen was able to achieve today's achievements because of his extraordinary memory in his previous life, but not his own understanding of the world and the power of literary and Taoism.

If you just want to copy poems and gain world-renowned literary reputation, this is of course a good way, or an extremely smooth shortcut.

However, war articles are not just about copying poems! Achievement of a saint is by no means achieved by just writing other people’s articles!

Bai Jianqiu's short words were like a sudden enlightenment, which made Su Wen suddenly wake up. It turned out that he almost stepped on a wrong path.

When he was able to pierce the illusion set up by Zhizhi with a sword on Guiwangpo, it was actually not Su Wen's song "Swordsman", but he had already seen through the illusion in front of him.

Only the sword Su Wen stabbed Chai Nan in the wilderness forest was truly inspired by the power of "Swordsman" and resonated with the talents of heaven and earth.

Why?

Because Su Wen's sword incorporates his understanding of the sword!

In other words, if Yan Bei had not taught him before, Su Wen's sword would definitely not have been able to play the role of fighting against Chai Nan that day.

And this is the difference between creation and application!

Taking a deep breath, Su Wen bowed slightly and said seriously: "Student understands."

Bai Jianqiu nodded and said again: "Of course, you are not as good as a tribute student now. Even if you have the talent of saints, such requirements are a little strict for you. I just hope that in the future, you must pay attention to understanding, rather than simply and rigidly using it."

After pausing, Bai Jianqiu changed his mind: "Now, I will show you a war painting first. You can watch it from the side and tell me later what you saw."

Su Wen's eyes lit up, and he took a few steps as he spoke, staring at Bai Jianqiu's hands intently.

A white and translucent pen suddenly appeared between Bai Jianqiu's palm, and it was wrapped with a faint golden light, making the pen look more transparent and flawless.

Bai Jianqiu waved his hand and the ink color of his pen tip dripped rapidly, making it possible for him to outline a simple line in front of him and stand in the air for a long time.

It seemed as if there was an invisible piece of rice paper in the air in front of Bai Jianqiu.

The ink curves in the air were all in one stroke, and a rough outline had appeared vaguely.

Like the faint wild clouds in the sky, and more like the lonely wolf roaring in the forest.

In a breath, Bai Jianqiu's second stroke fell, and the wild clouds seemed to reveal the same light as the sun and the moon, and a pair of eyes flashing with faint light appeared on the head of the lone wolf.

The last stroke made Su Wen finally realize that Bai Jianqiu's painting was not a cloud, but a wolf.

Because he saw the cold light on the wolf's teeth, with a faint sense of bloodthirsty and a killing aura.

On the wolf's head, three thick ink fell on his eyes and fangs, like three stars suddenly lit up in the night sky, faintly shining with each other.

If anyone who has studied the star map will suddenly find that the positions of these three thick inks correspond to the three main stars in the vast sea of ​​stars.

Qi Sha, Pojun, and Tan Lang.

Therefore, Bai Jianqiu's war painting is Sha Polang!

With just three strokes, the painting has been completed. The ink color in the air is like flowing water and shines like the light of the sky. The lonely wolf in the painting is looking at Su Wen cruelly, as if he will take off the painting at any time and tear Su Wen to pieces.

Su Wenzhi felt an extremely heavy sense of fear and oppression surged towards him like a tide. He seemed to have smelled the faint blood in the wolf's teeth.

In an instant, Bai Jianqiu returned with his pen. The bloodthirsty lone wolf in the painting began to bloom with brilliant golden ink. Then, the wild wolf came alive. Its sharp claws fell on the black land. The scorching air in his mouth rose a faint white mist in the air, and its eyes were locked tightly on Su Wen's body.
Chapter completed!