Gate of God

But Fang Zhengzhi is obviously not in a mood to appreciate Chi Guyan's beauty. After all, he has less than one hour to solve the problem in front of him.

A blank sheet...

What could it be?

According to Chi Guyan, everything disappears from scratch, and then disappears from existence to completeness, so here is a blank piece of paper. It is not too difficult to understand this truth.

But is that really the case?

Fang Zhengzhi is not sure, and he has no way to be sure, because, if this is the case, then now he should be on the ninth heaven, not stuck here.

There is a problem, there must be a problem, but where is the problem? Is it Chi Chiyan's idea, which is not perfect yet, or is there something else?

Fang Zhengzhen's gaze quietly looked at the snow-white picture above his head.

I have to say that this picture is really white, like snow and frost. There is nothing special at all. If it does not appear on the eighth day, he cannot even look at it again.

"Sure enough, it's difficult!" Fang Zhengzheng's heart gave out an overview.

In fact, when he saw this white scroll on the eighth heaven, he knew in his heart that since the Tiandao Pavilion was built, only one person has reached the ninth heaven. This is not accidental, but inevitable.

A blank piece of paper, it is too difficult to understand, there is no way to start...

Wait!

Start?

Suddenly, an extremely inexplicable and extremely bold idea came to mind in Fang Zhengzheng's mind, or it was an idea that was impossible for anyone to think about, nor could anyone think about.

That is……

Draw a stroke on this picture.

Of course, in essence, this idea is not difficult to think of, but the holy rain pond belongs to the same holy place in the heavenly pavilion.

As a disciple of Tiandao Pavilion, who dares to go up to doodle?

If Fang Zhengzhi has joined Tiandao Pavilion now, or if he does not have such a gamble with Chi Guyan, even if he can think of this method, he may not necessarily do so.

Because, if it fails, the consequences are almost imaginable.

It can be said that Founder is now the first person to enter the holy rain pond as an "outsider" in thousands of years, and he is also under the pressure of having to go to the ninth heaven.

Thinking like this, Fang Zhengzhen's eyes became brighter and brighter, and it felt like he saw a dawn in the darkness.

"Try it? Anyway, you have reached this point, and you will not necessarily get pregnant if you try. If you really play badly... then run!" Fang Zhengzhi felt no pressure.

Since it is definitely necessary to leave, it is not a big problem to try before leaving. Of course, the main reason is that he understands that Jiu Chong Tian can exist for so long and should not be so hypocritical.

Just draw a stroke, and it's broken?

Not at all!

Do it when you think about it. Founder has always been a resolute and popular person. He didn’t hesitate at all for too long. As for the pen... As a reader, he naturally carries it with him.

When the thoughts moved, the four treasures of the study appeared in front of him.

"Don't laugh, let me grind the ink!" Fang Zhengzhi thought that he was about to enter the ninth heaven, and he naturally took Chi Guyan as the captain of the bed-warming girl.

"Momo?" The smile on Chi Guyan's face converged. His bright star-like eyes looked at the four treasures in front of Fang Zhengzhi and the white scroll above his head. In a flash, he seemed to understand: "You Wouldn’t you like to draw a picture on it?"

"Can't it?" Fang Zhengzheng asked directly.

"It's worth a try." After a moment of silence, Chi Guyan nodded unexpectedly. Then, he really sat down beside Fang Zhengzhen and started to polish his ink.

Such a move undoubtedly caused Fang Zhengzhen to be a little surprised again, because, he really did not expect that Chi Guyan would agree so readily with his actions.

Does this girl have no awareness of protecting "public property in the door"?

Of course, these are obviously not important now. What matters is that Chi Guyan agrees. Then, the next thing to consider is what to draw.

Draw a dragon?

Or, come to a phoenix, or, draw a red carp in a wave, get a carp to jump on the dragon gate or something, and show your own blue and green pen.

Uh, it's too complicated...

Let's just draw a stroke first, just like the first day. A stroke from top to bottom is simple and clear, and it also conforms to the profound truth of Dadao to Jian.

When I thought about it, I took a glance at the ink pouring from the ink table and the faint ink fragrance. Fang Zhengzhi also picked up the pen and randomly laid it on the ink table.

Then he jumped up.

It can be said that Fang Zhengzhi's posture is still very beautiful, his arms are spread lightly, his eyes are divine, and he looks like a big goose flying into the sky.

Of course, it would be more perfect if there was no that tattered blue gown.

After seeing this scene, Chi Guyan didn't do anything, but just looked at Founder Leaping upright, with a faint smile in the corner of his mouth.

Fang Zhengzhi didn't notice the expression on Chi Guyan's face. What he was looking at was the white scroll that was getting closer and closer in front of him.

Approaching, approaching...

Swipe, top to bottom, all in one go!

A thick ink was formed under Fang Zhengzhi's brush, and a trace like a sword edge was formed on the snowy white scroll.

"It's not bad, the pen is vigorous and powerful, and the domineering is exposed!" Fang Zhengzhi was quite satisfied with the thick ink that appeared on the snow-white scroll.

then……

Then there is no more.

A thick ink did appear on the scroll, but no sound was heard, and Fang Zhengzhi still stayed on the eighth day.

"..." Fang Zhengzhi blinked after waiting for a while on the ground. "Isn't it enough to draw one stroke? How many more strokes? Or, do you really want to draw a carp jumping dragon gate?"

When thinking about it in this way, the original scroll with no movement suddenly lit up a faint light, and it looked like crystal white jade.

"Huh?" Seeing such a scene, Chi Guyan seemed slightly surprised in her bright eyes. Her eyes were fixed on the picture scroll exuding glory.

And Fang Zhengzheng's face is also obviously happy.

"Something happened, I was really witty!" Subconsciously, Fang Zhengzhi gave himself 32 praises in his heart. After all, this whimsical idea is not something anyone can think of: "It seems... It's time to go to the ninth heaven and go to the scenery!"

wait.

Fang Zhengzhi was waiting for the majestic voice to sound.

But in fact, the majestic voice did not come out immediately, and the thick ink originally drawn on the white scroll by Fang Zhengzhi slowly disappeared at the moment.

It looks like it is absorbed by the white scroll.

"Disappeared? From existence to nothing? It should be!" Fang Zhengzheng looked at the picture scroll that had been restored to white again, and his heart became more and more confident.

But at this time, the originally calm and bright sky suddenly made a huge noise.

This is thunder.

Then, a thick purple lightning like a thick bowl was also swept across the sky, and the speed was very fast. From top to bottom, it directly split towards Fangzheng.

"Huh? Is this the correct way to open the ninth heaven?" Fang Zhengzhi stunned for a moment, and the lightning directly hit him.

"Boom!" The ground trembled.

Fang Zheng immediately felt a thrill to be immortal. From head to toe, a thunderbolt wrapped around his body, giving him a sense of numbness.

And, the most important thing is...

Founder's face is very dark.

Of course, if anyone is chopped up by thunder like this, his face will be very dark, just like the present square.

then……

Then there is no more.

Skyrim regained its brightness again, and the wind was still so refreshing. Eight white columns still stood quietly in front of him, and the white scroll above the head was still so white.

"..." Fang Zhengzheng's face is really black now, not only his face is black, but his heart is even darker, so black that he is a little bit dumbfounded: "So, that's it? No good painting? Will the last one be available right away? What about the ninth heaven?

"Hahaha..." Chi Guyan's laughter sounded at this time, and he laughed loudly. Moreover, there was no disguise at all, and the unbridled smile made her body tremble a little.

"..." Fang Zhengzhi was speechless, and, not only speechless, he was also very depressed, never once, he was as depressed as he is now.

He has always felt that he has an idea beyond ordinary people.

Just like this time...

Such a bold, and so creative idea, who can think of it? Even if others can think of it, does anyone dare to do it?

No!

There can be no!

Fang Zhengzheng is almost certain that his own ideas and practices are absolutely unprecedented, and those who have never come, but the facts are cruel.

Not only did the ninth heaven not go up, but also suffered a flash of lightning?

A few meanings!

Wait!

To be honest, it seems that I am not completely unproductive. At least, I was struck by lightning. Is this true?

"It's funny?" Fang Zhengzhi glanced at Chi Guyan behind him, as well as his chest, which was slightly undulating due to laughter, and the corner of his mouth showed a disdain.

"Isn't it funny?" Chi Guyan asked back, and his bright eyes still contained a smile, which is a kind of happiness that comes from the heart and has no worries.

"At least, there is some movement, isn't it?" Fang Zhengzhen also asked back.

"If you say this, it seems really... well, maybe this is really a way!" Chi Guyan heard this, the smile that was originally contained in his eyes was instantly put away, and his face was restored. Seriously, it looks like it is really thinking seriously.

And Fang Zhengzheng said with a curse, and he scolded involuntarily: "It's really a method? Why don't you try this method!"

While cursing in Fang Zhengzhi's heart, Chi Guyan really took a step forward, came to Fang Zhengzhi's side, and looked very seriously to restore the white scroll again above his head.

"Maybe... it's a problem with your painting." Chi Guyan said while talking, but didn't look at Fang Chengzheng, it felt like he was talking to himself.

"What's the problem?" Fang Zhengzheng asked directly.

"You think about it carefully. Does the picture from the first to the seventh heaven have a process from simple to complex, and finally, to be one again?" Chi Guyan continued.

"Huh?" Fang Zhengzhi froze a little, then, in his mind, he couldn't help recalling the picture of the first day, and the picture of the seventh day.

Indeed, as Chi Guyan said.

From the first heavy day to the third heavy, the scroll also changes from a stroke to splashing ink. It seems that there is not much change, but it is the process from simple to complex, from the source to the source.

After the fourth day, it was a change, and there were countless kinds of complicated changes. This kind of change almost reached the extreme by the sixth day.

Finally, on the seventh day...

It became "one" again.

Of course, this "one" is not the "one" mentioned in the figures, but rather, it changes a lot, merges into one, and becomes one.

From simple to complex, and then into one.

Fang Zhengzheng's eyes flickered suddenly, and he suddenly felt that this seemed to be another cycle, a cycle from scratch to scratch, and then from scratch to scratch.

"I think I can try again!" Chi Guyan spoke again at this time, and his voice was filled with an extraordinary firmness.

"How do you want to try?" Fang Zhengzhi asked subconsciously.

"I have carefully observed just now that after you drew a stroke on it, the white scroll did not change immediately, but after a while, it started to shine." Chi Guyan analyzed.

"So, what do you mean?"

"Maybe... it's waiting for you to draw another stroke!"

"Draw another stroke? Is it possible that two lightnings will be attracted?" Fang Zheng heard, and guessed casually.

"It's possible!" Chi Guyan nodded.

"..." Fang Zhengzheng thinks this is not possible, but it is too possible. Where is this trial? It’s just to use the body as an introduction: "Otherwise, will you try it?"

"Okay!" Chi Guyan nodded again. It felt like there was no hesitation at all. There was no such consciousness that he might be thundered.

And Fang Zhengzhen's heart was slightly surprised.

No way?

Chi Guyan, this girl really feels naive, that one stroke is useless, just draw two strokes? This kind of stupidity... doesn't match Chi Guyan's wit?

Or else, let her give it a try?

wrong!

In case this girl really painted it, then, she flew to the ninth heaven in one fell swoop, what should you do? Even if you follow her like, and draw two smiles, it's useless.

As long as Chi Guyan reaches the ninth day before himself, the bet is the same as the end, and he has no chance to make a comeback.

Can't let her try!

Fang Zhengzhi was just about to stop it, but when I thought about it, I still felt that something was not right. Is it possible that this girl Chi Guyan is deliberately using her to dare not let her try this, and then let her go test?

And she picked up the ready-made behind?

This may not be without, and, on the contrary, this possibility is still very large. After all, Chi Guyan has never been a very naive and silly person.

How to do?

Will Chi Guyan try it, or will he try it himself?

Fang Zhengzhi really can't make up his mind. After all, if you let Chi Guyan try, you will probably lose your gambling contract, but if you try it yourself, you might end up with two more mines...

"I went to paint." While Founder was hesitant, Chi Guyan also took out a pen and dipped the ink on the inkstand.

"Wait a minute!" Fang Zheng looked straight at Chi Guyan and was about to leap up. He didn't hesitate anymore and immediately stopped Chi Guyan's "impulsive" behavior: "I'm a man, this kind of thing should come from me!" "

"Are you sure?" Chi Guyan looked surprised.

"Of course!" Fang Zheng nodded straight.

He could naturally guess that it might be fraudulent, but what can he do? Was it just watching Chi Guyan go up and try?

Not afraid of 10,000, but 10,000. What if the pool of solitary cigarettes really succeeded?

A month's inferior servant, compared with being struck by two lightnings, founder Zheng felt that things like two lightnings were simply not too easy.

Ten thousand steps back...

A real man should face a bleak life, one or two lightnings, what fear?

Speaking of it, we must do it.

Fang Zhengzhi didn't wait for Chi Guyan's answer~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He jumped up and flew up again towards the white scroll above his head.

After Chi Guyan saw this, a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

It is naturally impossible for Fang Zhengzhi to look back at this time.

His eyes were still fixed on the white scroll in front of him. The pen in his hand waved one after another. Two ink marks like sword marks appeared on the white scroll again.

A sharp breath emerged from the ink marks.

It has to be said that Fang Zhengzhi is really fighting this time, and these two ink marks even implicitly contain his awe-inspiring moves.

"Just don't believe it, this time it won't work!" Fang Zhengzhi slowly fell down after finishing his swing, and looked somewhat expectant in his eyes.

And the moment he fell, the two ink marks on the white scroll slowly disappeared again, almost exactly the same as the previous scene.

then……

Fang Zhengzhi also felt something was wrong.

As soon as he looked up, his eyes widened violently, because the calm and bright sky once again changed, and then the two lightnings fell together.

"..." Fang Zhengzhi this time will not be naive to think that this is the correct posture to open the ninth chongtian. There is almost no hesitation and he just hides aside.

However, the strange thing is that in the moment he was hiding, the two lightnings that fell down also turned towards his position as if they had spirituality.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

Fang Zhengzhi immediately had a feeling that all the hairs in his body were erected. It was sour and sour that he couldn't bear it any longer: "Grass Nima, there are really two lightnings!"