When Yang Xingzhou came into contact with the Wuming Kung Fu, he already had the idea of ​​learning the craft of painting. Later, when he came to the world of Lianchengjue and saw the humanoid training chart drawn in the Blood Knife Sutra, he had the idea of ​​learning painting.

More intense.

When elaborating on some issues or explaining something, the picture itself is more intuitive than words and words. Sometimes when describing something, no matter how eloquent you are, it is difficult to fully describe it. After all, language and words have their limitations.

Sex, even if it is talked about in great detail, it may not be able to explain one thing clearly.

Pictures are different. You can draw what you want. You can see it clearly at a glance and there will be no fallacies. However, it is not an easy task to draw a vivid image and draw it with spirit, especially

There is no room for any fallacy in the inherited portrait of martial arts.

In order to learn painting skills, Yang Xingzhou found many people to study, and dabbled in both Eastern and Western paintings. He single-handedly founded the Ming Dynasty at that time and was the king who ruled the entire earth. Anyone who could be qualified to be his painting teacher was naturally no small matter. Anyone

A person can be regarded as a master figure, so not only is Yang Xingzhou's calligraphy skills excellent, but his painting skills are also rarely matched by others.

He originally studied under Huang Yaoshi and learned many techniques of music, chess, calligraphy and painting from Huang Yaoshi. Later, he absorbed calligraphy and painting styles from various schools. Decades later, he has already integrated many techniques into one, whether it is Western painting or Eastern painting.

They have all reached the level of masters and are not inferior to the painters of the same generation.

At this time, he was testing his skills in Meizhuang, and it was naturally extraordinary. After drawing the Budai monk, he suddenly incorporated a martial arts method into it. This method was created temporarily and he borrowed some from the Shaolin School.

The foundation of internal strength. When I was drawing this painting, I was inspired and I drew it suddenly. For the sake of image, I even drew a small squirrel on the belly of the Budai monk. This is using the squirrel as an indicator arrow of the mental method.

, as long as one can react to this painting, the breath of the person viewing the painting will naturally move and circulate accordingly.

His splash-ink painting took a very short time, but the paintings were extremely precise. The Four Friends of Jiangnan were also people with real materials. Naturally, they could see that Yang Xingzhou's painting skills were profound and his techniques were astonishing. They were definitely not comparable to those of painters. He knew

This time, my family lost again.

Among the four people, only Dan Qingsheng sensed the martial arts hidden in this painting. After he shouted in shock, Huang Zhonggong and others noticed something strange. They all looked at Yang Xingzhou with expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

Among the four, Huang Zhonggong had the most profound skills and the best eyesight. After seeing Yang Xingzhou's painting, he shook his head and said to Dan Qingsheng: "Fourth brother, admit defeat. In terms of painting skills, you are far behind Yang Shaoxia."

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Dan Qingsheng said: "Yes, Brother Yang's painting skills are amazing. His freehand splashes of ink are really like flowing clouds and flowing water. A painting is almost completed in one go. The folds of clothes are made in one stroke. This kind of momentum is so amazing. I mean, nothing can compare with it."

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He bowed to Yang Xingzhou and saluted, and said: "I can't see Mount Tai. I didn't expect that Brother Yang is much better at calligraphy and painting than us. What you just said is right. I am indeed looking at the sky from a well. Yelang is arrogant. Not only is he incompetent in martial arts, he also bows to Yang Xingzhou and salutes.

Even calligraphy and painting are very poor."

Yang Xingzhou laughed loudly: "The fourth owner of the village is not so presumptuous. You still have some skills in calligraphy and painting, but you are still a few points away from being a first-class painter. It's like playing chess. You fight hard. That's the ninth-rate chess."

However, a high-ranking chess player of the first and second ranks is sitting in a trance, with something in his mind, but it doesn't show on his face."

When he said this, he looked at Hei Baizi next to him and said, "Second Village Master, do you think so?"

Hei Baizi nodded and said, "That's right!"

He paused and said, "Please come to my chess room to talk about a game."

He is a chess player, and he has his own calculations in his heart. He thinks about defeat before winning. Seeing that Yang Xingzhou has profound attainments in calligraphy and painting, he is afraid that his attainments in chess and piano may not be bad. If he plays chess, he has no confidence in winning.

In order not to lose too ugly, I proposed to play only one game. Not to mention the best-of-three games or the best-of-five games. If we lose three of three games, it would be even more embarrassing.

When Yang Xingzhou saw him inviting him, he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, let's play a few games with the second village owner."

Hei Heizi said: "One round is enough, let's play whatever we want."

At that moment, Black and White took the lead, followed by everyone, and walked towards his chess room.

Entering the house, I saw that there was nothing in the large room except for a stone table and two soft chairs. Nineteen chess paths were carved on the stone table, and a box of black stones and a box were placed opposite it.

Baizi.

There is nothing in this chess room except a few chairs with chess pieces, so as not to distract the players.

The black and white piece walked to the side of the chessboard and sat down, saying: "Who will guess the piece?"

The way of Go is to seek the first move. Some players will grab a handful of chess pieces and let the opponent guess the odd or even number. If they guess correctly, they will move first. That's why the black and white pieces have this problem.

Yang Xingzhou smiled brightly: "Why go to all this trouble? Just make the first move."

Black and White are not polite either. Knowing that Yang Xingzhou said this, he said it because he was sure of winning. Playing chess is like war. It is about not giving up an inch of ground. Who moves first and who moves second has a great impact.

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Since Yang Xingzhou asked Black and White to go first, Black and White would naturally not give in. He immediately took the Black and placed it in the corner.

Yang Xingzhou smiled and responded casually. After Hei Baizi thought for a moment, he carefully released the one. He looked at Yang Xingzhou, trying to see something on Yang Xingzhou's face, but found that Yang Xingzhou was smiling.

The face is relaxed.

Black and White immediately became worried and felt that something was not going well.

He has been fond of playing chess since he was a child, and is particularly addicted to Go. However, when he plays chess, he is too devoted and cares about it.

Today I played a game with Yang Xingzhou. After only a few pieces were played, sweat broke out on my forehead. As more and more pieces were played, the sweat on the forehead of the black and white pieces became more and more dense, and the face became bluer and bluer. I just felt that the chess pieces on the chessboard were

The murderous aura was getting stronger and stronger. He twisted a chess piece in his hand and held it in the air for a long time. He was thinking about it in every possible way, but he still couldn't decide where to put it.

Suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, and fell softly to the ground.

Yang Xingzhou waved his palm and fixed the blood spat out by the black and white pieces in the air to form a blood ball. Then he sent out his energy and sent the blood ball out the door and hit the root of an old tree. He shook his head and said: "It's just a game of chess.

The second village owner actually vomited blood, which is rare in the world. It is said that there used to be a national Go player Liu Zhongfu who played against the immortal grandmother of Heli Mountain in Lishan Mountain.

Before?"

When Hei Baizi heard this, his body trembled, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he hissed: "Good chess, good chess, Young Master Yang is so murderous!"

Yang Xingzhou stood up and said with a smile: "When playing chess, every inch of territory must be fought for. If you don't have murderous intent, how can you win? Without murderous intent, how can you decide the outcome?"

Having said this, he walked out of the house and said as he walked: "Among the four friends in Jiangnan, it is said that only the eldest has some real ability. Huang Zhonggong, you are proficient in music. The music score of Swordsman I just gave you, you seem to

I haven’t had a chance to watch it yet. I haven’t studied it carefully, so how about we compare it with this score? Everyone will play this piece, and whoever plays it well will naturally win.”

Huang Zhonggong took out the music score just now and asked: "So what if we win, what if we lose? Since it is a discussion and exchange, why is there a winner or loser?"

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "If there is no victory or defeat, what's the point of fighting?"

Huang Zhonggong muttered: "Young Master Yang is full of confidence, which shows his advanced piano skills. In my opinion, let's not compete in this game, even if you win."

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said, "It would be even more meaningless for you to admit defeat without comparison. To be honest, this song "Swordsman" is the music score for the piano and flute ensemble. This piece is indeed wonderful, but it can only be performed by one person solo.

, it always lacks a bit of flavor, but I have traveled all over the world to find someone who is both proficient in music and has profound internal skills, but it is difficult to find someone. After thinking about it, I finally remembered a place like Gushan Plum Village."

He said to Huang Zhonggong: "Brother, I am just here to find a close friend. The competition with you is just a competition of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. If it is really a competition of fists and kicks, hey, you can catch my punches and kicks.

You are amazing!"

Huang Zhonggong snorted and said: "Really? I would like to learn Yang Shaoxia's clever tricks. We are all children of Jianghu. After discussing martial arts, it is not too late to discuss music."

Seeing Yang Xingzhou coming to Meizhuang alone and crushing all three of his brothers, and Hei Baizi vomiting blood, Huang Zhonggong felt angry and said to himself: "You started practicing kung fu from your mother's womb, and you have practiced to this age.

How advanced can his skills be? He exhaled just now, and his strength is indeed not weak. But when he releases his true energy, although it is great, it may not be much better than me!"

Immediately he returned to the backyard, took out a Yao Qin, held it in his arms, and said to Yang Xingzhou: "Contesting martial arts and swordsmanship is not elegant after all. I have a Qin music here, and I would like to ask Yang Shaoxia to give me advice."

Yang Xingzhou saw him holding the Yao Qin in his arms and said with a smile: "I don't dare to take advice, but you can still do it with some conciliation."

He turned his palm over and a jade flute appeared in his palm, saying, "Come on, let's play a song together."

Huang Zhonggong took a deep look at Yang Xingzhou, nodded, and said nothing. He plucked the strings with his right hand a few times. At the sound of the piano, several birds on the trees in the courtyard suddenly screamed and flew up. They were Bald Pen Weng and Dan Qing.

The faces of all the students changed color and they all retreated.

Huang Zhonggong played several times on the piano, and the music became more urgent. The bald pen man and the painting student did not dare to stay in the front yard for long, so they retreated together in a panic, lifted up the black and white pieces nearby, and ran towards the backyard in large strides.

The three of them knew that when Huang Zhonggong plucked the strings on the zither and made sounds, he was injecting superior internal energy into the zither sounds to disturb the enemy's mind. The opponent's internal energy resonated with the zither sounds throughout his life, so he was unknowingly controlled by the zither sounds and could not cultivate his internal strength.

For such people, the whole body's breath will unconsciously move with the playing of the piano, and even if they want to stop, it is difficult to do so.

When the time comes, life and death will all depend on Huang Zhonggong's thoughts.

Everyone knew that Huang Zhonggong's skill was not trivial, and they were afraid that their internal strength would be damaged, so they all retreated. After walking far away, they still faintly heard the sound of the piano, which was slow and urgent, sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly, and after a while. Yes, the sound of the piano gets louder and louder the more you play.

The three of them heard the sound uneasily and breathless, and hurriedly ran backwards again. After reaching the backyard, separated by several rows of houses, the sound was almost inaudible, but occasionally the high-pitched music came out a few times, which still shocked everyone. Heartbeat speeds up.

Dan Qingsheng whispered: "Brother's internal strength has improved again. Even if Yang Xingzhou is very good in martial arts, he may not be able to withstand the sound of zither if he is forced to do so."

Before he finished speaking, a flute sound suddenly sounded from the front yard. The sound of Huang Zhonggong's piano was high-pitched, but the flute sound was whimpering, like a stream of clear water. The murderous sound in the piano sound seemed to be also absorbed by the flute sound. I washed it off and it sounded indescribably good.

At first, Bald Pen Weng and others were worried about being injured when they heard the sound of the flute, but at this time, they concentrated their ears and feared that they could not hear the flute sounds clearly. Their eyes were blank, and they moved slowly, and actually walked towards the front yard step by step. Go, there is only the sound of the flute in my mind, but I am deaf to the sound of the piano.

Even Hei Baizi, who had just vomited blood, was listening attentively and walked staggeringly towards the front yard, as if someone very close to him was calling him in the front yard.
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