This young master's painting skills are very good. It only took him a stick of incense to make a mountain appear in front of everyone.
A heavy breath swept out.
There were ripples on the surface of Mochou Lake, and the experts standing around stood up one after another with shocked expressions on their faces.
Including the woman in green, a strange color flashed deep in her beautiful eyes.
The monks standing at the edge of Lake Mochou let out bursts of exclamations. They could feel the heavy pressure coming from a long distance away.
Zhuang Du was the first to stand up and walked to the drawing board, with deep shock flashing in his eyes.
"What a painting, what a painting! The mountains are so many and winding. I feel like a surging force is about to burst out through the paper."
Zhuang Du nodded repeatedly and commented on the painting.
This is a group of mountains with varying heights, which makes people feel as if they are among them at a glance.
"Look, I feel like these peaks are like a giant winding dragon crawling on the ground."
Another family leader stood up, his eyes also filled with disbelief.
"I feel like these mountains are more like an unsheathed sword that can be shot out at any time. The pressure makes me feel suffocated in my chest."
An Immortal Lord standing next to Zhuang Du tutted and said, This is not what a dignified Immortal Lord should say.
All kinds of praises were heard all around, including the monks on the shore, who were also filled with admiration.
There are also many monks in the void. You can overlook the lake and see another appearance. It doesn't look like a mountain peak, but more like rolling houses.
"There are dangers in the mountains, and they are tall and towering. They are both heroic and majestic. It is really a good painting!"
Zhuang Du spoke again, secretly deciding that he would buy the painting no matter what.
Observing it every day can improve your xinxing.
Many strong people like to stand under high mountains to cultivate their own character. This is also the origin of high mountains.
"Young Master Painting is a good painter. He is worthy of being a disciple of the Painting Saint. He is truly a master of painting and uncanny craftsmanship."
Various words of praise rang out from all around, and the painting master bowed repeatedly. There was no trace of strangeness on his face, and he always maintained a humble attitude.
This alone has attracted admiration from countless people.
The reputation of the Painting Saint is well known to everyone, and his disciples must not be too bad either.
"Don't rob me for a moment. I want this painting of mountains from someone. I will be your host tonight and entertain you all in the city."
Zhuang Du clasped his fists at everyone and planned to buy the painting.
"Master banker, this is wrong. This painting is so exquisite. Why do you want to buy it? I also like it."
Another clan leader in the city stood up. Judging from the conversation, he probably didn't have a very good relationship with Zhuang Du, and his tone was a little sarcastic.
"Feng Qian, are you sincerely against me?"
Zhuang Du had a look of displeasure on his face.
The Feng family and the banker are not in a hostile relationship. Anyway, the relationship between the two families is not very good, and they are fighting openly and secretly.
"I just told the truth. Could it be that because you like me, you don't care about other people's feelings? Do you think so?"
Feng Qian said to everyone.
"Master Feng is right. There are only ten paintings in total. There are so many of us. According to me, the one with the highest price will get it. This is the most fair."
Others in the crowd spoke. If everyone liked a painting, the best result would be the one with the highest price.
Many people stood up to support Feng Qian, and Zhuang Du was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.
Seeing that the situation was getting more and more serious, Master Painter stood up and said, "Two heads of the family, please calm down first. There are still eight paintings left. Maybe the later ones will be more suitable for you."
Master Hua stood up to smooth things over, and the two masters stopped arguing, and the high platform gradually calmed down.
The two heads of the family sat back angrily and did not continue to argue.
If things get serious, it won't end well for them, and they can easily become the butt of jokes.
Everyone returned to their seats one after another. The painter put the mountain painting aside and continued painting.
The monks at the edge of the lake gradually calmed down and admired the third painting.
From beginning to end, Liu Wuxie watched silently, with an evil smile inadvertently forming on the corner of his mouth.
Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, the third painting was completed, and it turned out to be a picture of the sea.
"Listen quickly, this is the sound of the sea."
The moment the painter put pen to paper, a series of tidal sounds came from the painting, as if the sea was right in front of them.
"It's wonderful, it's really wonderful. This painting has reached a level of expressiveness."
Each painting represents a different artistic conception.
"The sound of painting, this has reached a level of perfection."
Everyone was flattering again, and the monks who practiced the water attribute were all eyes wide, trying to find ways to buy this painting.
"What a bunch of rubes. It's just a kind of artistic conception. A group of people actually praised the painting saints of the past, who used virtual reality to create a world of their own. That was the highest state of painting."
The young man standing next to Liu Wuxie made a faint mocking sound.
The monks around him were basically complimenting him, but this young man had a look of disdain on his face and was very dissatisfied with the master's painting skills.
Liu Wuxie turned his head and looked at the young man beside him. This man was very ordinary, but he knew how to paint a saint to transform reality into reality and create a world of his own. This was not simple.
Every painting of the Painting Saint can evolve into the real world. Only by reaching this state can one be called a Painting Saint.
For example, if the sea in front of you was painted by the painter Yuan Yongchang, it would become a real sea, and the water could rush out.
"Brother, it seems that you know Senior Painting Saint very well."
Liu Wuxie looked at the young man curiously, wondering if he knew the painting saint.
"To be honest, one of my ancestors studied painting skills with a painting sage. Since then, my ancestor has been in seclusion, refusing to leave seclusion until he can transform reality into reality and create a world of his own. Thousands of years have passed. ”
The young man did not hide that he also came from a painting family and was proficient in painting.
I don’t know how the painter compares with the painter in the middle of the lake.
Liu Wuxie nodded, not expecting that this young man was also a descendant of a strong man.
Judging from his attire, his ancestors probably never heard anything about the family affairs after going into seclusion. Thousands of years have passed, and the family has long since declined.
While they were talking here, the painter started to paint the fourth painting.
Everyone's nerves may have been numb. The fourth painting is a portrait of a handsome man, with jade trees facing the wind, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a resolute face. It is difficult to forget after one glance.
Seeing this man, a few people had strange expressions on their faces.
"Isn't this the portrait of Emperor Liu Immortal?"
The monks standing on the lake looked at the portrait and meditated.
"Sigh... It's a pity that Immortal Liu died at Duanhun Cliff seven years ago. He is really jealous of this talented person."
Many people in the crowd were sighing. They didn't expect that Immortal Liu had fallen so many years ago.
There was no expression on Liu Wuxie's face. Seven years had passed since his rebirth. Lingyun Immortal World had long since changed.
"Master Hua, why do you think of painting the portrait of Immortal Liu?"
The monks around asked.
Not many people knew that Xiao could not attack Liu Wuxie from behind. Naturally, it was impossible for those masters who besieged Liu Wuxie to make these scandals public.
Many people are still in the dark and don't know who killed Liu Wuxie. Even the Immortal Emperor found it difficult to approach the place where the battle took place.
"To be honest, my master and Immortal Liu had several discussions on painting skills back then. I was still young at the time and watched them discuss the meaning of painting, so I remembered the appearance of Emperor Immortal Liu."
After the painting master finished speaking, there was a hint of loneliness on his face.
"I see."
The atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing, and everyone felt as if there was a stone pressing on their heads, which was very uncomfortable.
"The painting master is really a sweetheart. He can remember the appearance of Immortal Liu at such a young age. I want to buy this painting no matter what."
Many people have only heard of Emperor Liu Immortal, and most people have never seen him.
There were only a handful of people who had seen Emperor Liu Immortal present. If those monks hadn't mentioned it just now, the monks around him wouldn't have known who the person in the portrait was.
Hearing that this was the portrait of Emperor Liu, the monks around the lake went crazy. They actually saw the true face of Emperor Liu.
It's a pity that the Immortal Emperor is no longer here!
Hearing that Emperor Liu Xian had discussed painting skills with the Painting Sage several times, the woman in the green dress slightly moved her eyes, which was very hidden and difficult for ordinary people to detect.
In order not to delay Mr. Painter's painting, everyone briefly exchanged a few words and returned to their seats, allowing Mr. Painter to continue painting.
There are ten paintings in total, and this is only the fifth painting.
It was already afternoon, and the painter continued to paint.
The sixth painting is a sword. The moment it was painted, a sharp sword energy swept out.
The high platform that was built made a rattling sound, and a large number of cracks appeared in many places, as if they had been hit by sword energy.
"What a terrifying long sword."
The sword energy penetrated the portrait, as if it could pierce the human body. The feeling was very unpleasant.
"I feel like the sword is about to come out."
For some reason, everyone had the illusion that the sword could come out of the portrait at any time and give them a fatal blow.
Being able to interpret painting skills to such an extent, everyone is even more convinced that Mr. Hua is the successor of the painting saint.
The seventh painting is a palace. It is so beautiful that once you take a look at it, you will be unable to extricate yourself. If you can live in such a beautiful palace, you will have no regrets even if you die.
Every painting has its own uniqueness.
At the end of the seven paintings, none of them are repeated.
There are mountains, water, people, swords, houses, and fairy birds. I don’t know what to depict next.
Under the gaze of everyone, the painter picked up the brush and began to create the eighth painting.
This time the painting time was shorter, it only took a cup of tea, and a white lotus flower appeared in front of everyone.
The moment the painting was completed, a faint fragrance seeped out from the painting.
Ripples suddenly appeared on the lake, and fish were approaching, sucking in the aroma in the air.
"What a realistic lotus flower."
Everyone couldn't help but marvel again. If they didn't look carefully, they thought there was really a lotus on the drawing paper.
Even the face of the woman in green was slightly moved. This painting skill is really amazing.
Next is the ninth painting. The painter's hands are linked together. Every time he puts down the pen, a beautiful color appears on the paper.
But in Liu Wuxie's view, every change made him very uncomfortable.
The ninth painting is a giant tree that seems to penetrate the sky.
If you put this big tree and the mountain together, it will form a scene of corresponding contrast.
