There was a look of admiration in the ancient Confucian''s eyes. The most powerful magical power of the four arts was naturally created by him back then. Seeing how easy it was for Chu Yan to display the ultimate nine-color qin in the world, he couldn''t help but admire.

    Hua Mengqi didn''t speak at this moment. She knew the character of Master. Even if she begged at this moment, Master would never agree. At this moment, she could only choose to trust Chu Yan.

    The phantom of the nine-color guqin floats in the void.

    Chu Yan looked at Hua Mengqi and said, "Qi''er, you made a song "Sauvignon Blanc", and I feel ashamed for my husband, so I composed a song "Long Companion" today. From now on, you and I will always accompany your husband and wife, and we will not be separated! "

    "Um!"

    Hua Mengqi nodded, tears streaming down her face.

    "Buzz!"

    Chu Yan''s ancient tactic turned into the air of ancient demons and transformed into the air of ancient Confucianism. He pressed down the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano immediately flowed out.

    "A piece of Sauvignon Blanc touches my heartstrings, I would like to be with you all the time, and I will return to you every day..."

    While playing, Chu Yan felt it and sang softly.

    This song in this life has made countless people fall in love with it. The sound reminds everyone of the person they miss the most, and the happiest days when the two of them were together.

    Affectionateness is not as long as a long-term companion, true love needs no words!

    The song is accompanied by a long, touching heart of everyone, and everyone is intoxicated by it.

    The music test stone also vibrated wildly.

    Ten rings!

    Twenty rings!

    ...

    Almost in a breath, it surpassed the fifty rings.

    Soon, it surpassed the seventy rings!

    Then, it reached the eighty ring!

    Hua Mengqi''s seventy-two rings have been surpassed, but everyone is not surprised, all this is reasonable in the eyes of everyone.

    In the end, the music test stone broke out of the 90th ring.

    At the end of the song, it actually reached the 100th ring.

    The limit of this test stone is 100 rings, and the 100 rings still want to rise, but it has not been able to rise.

    "Buzz!"

    Chu Yan pressed the qin with both hands, and in the void, the nine-color guqin disappeared.

    Tears were already streaming down his face.

    "Bang!"

    At the same time, the test rock burst.

    This kind of music has exceeded the limit of the test music stone.

    Countless people in the audience shed tears, and Hua Mengqi has already turned into tears.

    "Challenge, success!"

    The old referee couldn''t help but speak, with tears streaming down his face, he remembered his dead Taoist companion, the love of his life.

    Exceeding one hundred rings, supporting the explosion of test music stones.

    This matter is really unprecedented, even if Qin Huang died, he only reached the ninety-sixth ring.

    "The old man said long ago that there is no limit to happiness, and there is no need to use this music test stone in the future! Haha..."

    Gu Ru was very happy in his heart, and immediately laughed and said.

    Chu Yan didn''t say a word, stepped on the void, and the next moment came to the top of the painting.

    Above the painting, the scroll had already been laid out, and the seven-character pen appeared in Chu Yan''s hand, and he closed his eyes again.

    It was also seven breaths. After seven breaths, he opened his eyes and looked at Hua Mengqi: "Qi''er, everything is for you today for my husband, and this painting is also for you. This is the first time for my husband to paint, and I only paint you. , draw us!"

    The words fell, and the ancient Confucian Qi in Chu Yan''s body was running to the extreme, and countless memories emerged in his mind.

    "If there is memory in the painting, there is intention in the painting, but if there is no memory in the painting, how can it be intentional!"

    Chu Yan couldn''t help but say, the next moment, the pen in his hand began to flow.

    However, these remarks shocked the countless practitioners present.

    If there is memory in the painting, there is intention in the painting, but if there is no memory in the painting, how can it be intentional!

    Yes, if there is no memory in the painting, how can there be artistic conception...

    Many people are constantly roaring in their minds, and they have a feeling of empowerment.

    The brush in Chu Yan''s hand has already begun to flow. He has never painted before, but he has memories that ordinary people have never had before with Hua Mengqi. With the spirit of ancient Confucianism running, the brush keeps walking...

    Above the scroll, a little boy and a little girl appeared.

    The little boy looked seven or eight years old, while the little girl looked eleven or twelve years old. The two children were running around on the grass.

    From what Chu Yan said just now, everyone can guess at this moment that these two children were when Chu Yan and Hua Mengqi were young.

    Soon, Chu Yan''s painting was finished.

    In the picture, on the grass, the little boy is flying a kite, the little girl is chasing after him, and the two have innocent smiles on their faces.

    Such childhood memories, Chu Yan has not turned up for a long time, but today, it was opened again.

    The eye of painting, fell directly on the painting.

    Immediately, the painting burst into an unprecedented light, and the scenery in the painting actually floated out, the little boy, the little girl, the lawn, the sky...

    Everything, turned into a phantom and floated in the air!

    Even, the little boy and the little girl ran in the sky, and everyone watched them run, watch them fly kites...

    All this is so real!

    100% pictorial!

    The painting is 100%, and the painting is turned into reality!

    This painting seems to have become a small world, a treasure, and you can see the little boy and girl when you enter the painting.

    "Challenge, success!"

    The old referee, speak now.

    Ten percent of the painting is unprecedented, and everyone present was shocked.

    You know, the painting emperor can only achieve 90% of the painting!

    "Qi''er, this painting is yours!"

    Chu Yan spoke, and the scroll rolled up and flew towards Hua Mengqi.

    Hua Mengqi took over the painting, her tears could not stop, she only felt that she was the happiest woman in the world.

    "Good, good, ten percent of the painting, turning the painting into reality, you are very good!"

    The ancient Confucian looked at Chu Yan with unabashed admiration.

    Under Chu Yan''s fist, he took another step forward, and the next moment, he came to the top of the book.

    Blank sheets of paper are already in front of them.

    Chu Yan closed his eyes again, the whole scene was silent, no one spoke, and everyone''s eyes were full of anticipation.

    Finally, Chu Yan opened his eyes.

    He looked at Hua Mengqi and said, "Wei husband is not a scholar, he doesn''t know how to write poetry, and he doesn''t know too many words. Today, thousands of words are turned into this word!"

    As these words fell, countless images of Hua Mengqi and Hua Mengqi appeared in Chu Yan''s mind.

    In the end, the seven-character pen in his hand suddenly wrote on the white paper.

    One stroke!

    Just one stroke, without stopping, under the flow, a large character was written.

    Affection!

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