Before drawing the final stroke, You Su turned and looked at Luo Jiujiang, as if he wanted to inject his entire spirit and charm into the painting.
At this moment, the light flashing in the eyes of this usually gentle and refined young man was actually a kind of madness that was almost obsessed with the painting he was writing.
The painting was completed with spirit, and the brushstrokes flowed freely with meaning. Unlike the previous painting where the soul of the painting was only a faint aroma of food, this time, the knife that You Su drew in less than half an incense stick seemed to be about to burst out of its carrier, making people feel that they could actually grasp a sharp divine weapon that was hard to find in the world.
If a cultivator with a lower level of cultivation faced this blood painting, his spiritual consciousness would even tremble, as if he would be cut by a knife in the next moment.
In this painting, You Su depicted both Luo Jiujiang's stunning sword move just now and Luo Jiujiang himself.
The back of the knife took the outline of Luo Jiujiang's sword swing, and the blade borrowed the madness of his daring to fight for the world at that moment. The knife intent that came towards him almost completely replicated the artistic conception of the Fenhu Yidao, making Luo Jiujiang shout in praise as soon as he saw it.
"A good painting, and even better knife!"
You Su let out a long, foul breath, finally coming out of the almost dazed state he had just been in. "Being praised by Brother Luo is worth it, even though this painting is about to disappear."
"Disappeared?" Luo Jiujiang said, "It's rare to find such a good painting, why did it dissipate?"
By this time, the blood painting had been pushed to the top of the water wall by the waves, and the already much lighter blood color was about to be diluted into a thin wisp of foam. You Su was startled when he heard this, and then he felt the boat under his feet tremble. It was Luo Jiujiang who suddenly injected more sword energy into the water.
Luo Jiujiang's knife was just an ordinary object. First, he had used it to divide the lake, and then he had tossed it around like this. Now it couldn't hold up. The moment Luo Jiujiang forced the blood painting and the water wall to freeze for a moment longer, fine cracks appeared on the knife in his hand, and then it shattered into four or five irregular pieces of iron.
The long sword suddenly shattered, but Luo Jiujiang smiled broadly. He pulled himself out of the water, splashing a cloud of white water and flew straight towards the blood painting on top of the water wall. He placed his hand on the handle of the blood painting and laughed out loud, "My friend gave me the golden sword!"
At that moment, the blood painting was finally completely diluted by the surging water and merged into the water. However, as the owner of this painting, You Su suddenly opened his eyes wide.
——He could feel that Luo Jiujiang was indeed holding something in his hand.
If you look carefully, you can vaguely see a blood line in Luo Jiujiang's hand.
Luo Jiujiang wielded this unique Soul Painting Sword, his entire body darting down from above like an arrow from a bow, striking the center of the lake. If the previous strike that split the lake was a chop, then this strike from above was a stab.
The knife-like blood line moved at will, seemingly able to penetrate the lake bottom with a single thrust. As Luo Jiujiang moved, a rumbling sound, like an earthquake, echoed from the lake bottom. Then, a shadowy figure, visible beneath the water, slowly rose, finally emerging suddenly from the surface.
In contrast, the red line held in Luo Jiujiang's hand became shorter and shorter, until the shadow completely emerged and then it was completely eliminated.
It was not until this moment that You Su, who had watched the whole process, remembered that he should breathe.
"Brother Luo, you..."
Even though he saw it with his own eyes, You Su still couldn't believe it. What Luo Jiujiang did this time almost exceeded his imagination.
He originally thought that the painting had disappeared, and it would be enough if Luo Jiujiang could take a look at it. The awakening of the painting soul was both expected and a pleasant surprise, but he did not expect that Luo Jiujiang would actually grasp the painting soul knife and achieve such an achievement with this knife.
——Luo Jiujiang used this to touch the bottom of the lake, and he built an island in the center of the lake with the pressure of a stab.
Of course, the island is not very big, and it would be difficult for two people to stand on it at the same time. In the sea, it is only the size of a reef.
But Luo Jiujiang's surprise did not stop there. He waved to You Su to come closer, and then pointed to a red mark on the island to show You Su.
The mark was hollow, with the edges outlined by thin lines, and the color was pure blood red. At first glance, one could feel the knife intent coming towards him. It was obviously the blood painting made by You Su himself, which was reduced several times.
"I was wondering why we had to disperse. Look, you managed to keep it, didn't you?" Luo Jiujiang smiled at You Su with some pride. After a pause, he said gently, "Look, Ah Su, this is the real 'Gongzi Hong'."
You Su felt a blockage in his throat and a sour nose. He was about to say something when Luo Jiujiang raised his hand to stop him.
"Don't say thank you." Luo Jiujiang smiled leisurely, motioning You Su to listen to the distant piano music. "Do you hear the joyful feeling in the music? The meaning of the piano is 'I am listening, I am not listening'. As for you, Brother Luo, it is 'I am willing to do it, I am not willing to do it' - it's just a small favor, I did it if I wanted to, there's nothing to thank me for. If you like it, you might as well leave these words to praise me."
You Su was so amused that he shook his head and laughed, thinking from the bottom of his heart that Brother Luo was simply a funny guy. He really didn't thank him, but instead started praising Luo Jiujiang, which made Luo Jiujiang want to laugh but feel helpless.
The melody of the zither grew louder behind them, symbolizing the distance between them growing closer. They both turned their heads and saw a painted boat draped in colorful gauze approaching.
"Hey, this music sounds like..." You Su murmured, and then the next moment, a gold-mud folding fan stretched out from the gauze and lifted the green curtain that was fluttering in the lake breeze.
"The young man has caused a lot of trouble time and time again." The man walked slowly to the head of the pleasure boat and said with a half smile.
The pleasant sound of the piano continued from the pleasure boat, but the moment they saw the man's face clearly, neither Luo Jiujiang nor You Su wanted to listen to the music anymore.
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