Peerless Taoist

A figure of a saint in Confucian robes walked out of the painting. His eyes were bright and full of vigor.    

When the figure of the literary saint appeared, the surroundings were immediately enveloped by the white light.    

"For this painting of mine, you just need to hold on for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!" The guest in the pool said in a deep voice.    

He was already certain that Lu Yu was a spectral cultivator.    

As for the scholarly saint, it was enough to kill a spectral cultivator.    

Many spectral Cultivators could be turned into ashes if they ran into the scholarly Sage's magical equipment. Therefore, spectral Cultivators and Confucianism Cultivators had always been like water and fire.    

Chu Yuruo could not help but say, "Senior, you have already taken out a painting. According to the rules, as long as Wang Chen can watch for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, even if you pass. If you take out a new painting like this, it will break the rules you set!"    

Previously, the guest in the pool only said that he would only need to watch the painting for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. He did not say what method he would use.    

It was not against the rules that Lu Yu broke the painting.    

The guest in the pool sneered and said, "In my Winding River, I am the rule!"    

Chu Yu wanted to argue based on reason, but Lu Yu suddenly stopped him.    

"Before this, you should have observed the literary sage from afar, so this painting is quite good." Lu Yu looked at the painting in front of him.    

The guest in the pool said in a deep voice, "Look at this painting for the time it takes an incense stick to burn."    

If it was a spectral cultivator, looking at the painting of the literary sage for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, he was afraid that the soul would be destroyed.    

Lu Yu did not stop until Chi Zhongke thought about it. He smiled faintly and said, "I only praised you a few times. In my opinion, this painting of yours is still empty and clumsy."    

What!?    

Chi Zhongke angrily said, "You are a brat who does not know anything. What do you know?!"    

All along, those who participated in the River of Qu Banquet were unable to decipher Chi Zhongke's painting, so he was also proud of it.    

Only Lu Yu, who had just arrived, actually scolded Chi Zhongke. This was something he could not tolerate at all.    

"The reason why Sage Wen is strong is not because of his high and mighty image, but because of his deep knowledge. After years of accumulation, the essence of literature in his chest burst forth. He drank his Qi and turned it into a sword, spitting out words to kill."    

Lu Yu said lightly," In order to show respect to Sage Wen, ordinary people deliberately magnified their image. In fact, many Wen Shengs are like ordinary people. Perhaps their limbs were incomplete, and some of them even had ugly faces. But the only thing that remains unchanged is their aura of righteousness."    

"Because with their noble aura, even if their appearances are terrible, there will still be people who will respect and admire them. And this one of yours is merely a perfect portrait, without any hint of literary aura."    

Lu Yu looked straight at the literary saint in the portrait and said in a deep voice, "A reflection of a moon and a mirror, there is nothing to be proud of."    

Every word of this sentence seemed to cause some sort of power in the heavens and the earth to tremble.    

Lu Yu had grasped the laws of Confucianism. He was the master of Confucianism and was on par with the literary saint.    

A fake Sage in the portrait had seen a real Sage.    

He felt ashamed of himself, as if he had merged with the heaven and earth.    

Puchi!    

The flame appeared, and for a moment, the portrait started burning out of thin air.    

"You dare to burn my painting!" The guest in the pool was furious. He stretched out his hand, wanting to save the burning painting in the air.    

However, the burning speed of this painting was extremely fast. Before he could save it, it fell into the hands of the guest in the pool and turned into ashes.    

In less than the time for an incense stick to burn, the two paintings were buried in front of Lu Yu.    

The person in the pool could no longer suppress the furious roar in his heart. A powerful pressure swept across the entire pavilion.    

"You dare to destroy my paintings? Don't even think about leaving alive today."