Too Wild Swallowing Heaven

Chapter 2067 Painting

This young master's painter is really good, and it only took a stick of incense time for a mountain to appear in front of everyone.

A heavy breath swept out.

Layers of ripples rolled up on the surface of Mochou Lake, and those masters standing around stood up one after another, with shocked expressions on their faces.

Including the woman in green, a strange look flashed deep in her beautiful eyes.

The monks standing on the edge of Mochou Lake let out exclamations of surprise, and 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, his eyes were full of shock.

"Good painting, really good painting! There are many mountains and mountains, winding and winding. I seem to feel a surge of power that wants to pop out through the paper."

Zhuang Du nodded repeatedly and commented on the painting.

This is a group of mountains, ranging in height, which makes people feel as if they are in it at a glance.

"Look, I feel that these peaks are like a winding dragon crawling on the ground."

Another Patriarch stood up, his eyes also full of disbelief.

"I think these mountains are more like sharp swords out of their sheaths, which can be shot out at any time. The feeling of oppression makes me feel suffocated in my chest."

Standing next to Zhuang Du, an Immortal King said tut-tsk, this doesn't seem like what a dignified Immortal should say.

All kinds of praises came and went, including those monks on the shore, who were also full of praise.

There are also many monks in the void, overlooking the lake, and it looks like a mountain, more like rolling houses.

"There are dangers in the mountains, and the sky is tall and straight. It is both heroic and majestic. It is really a good painting!"

Zhuang Du spoke again, and secretly decided that he would buy this painting no matter what.

Daily observation can improve your xinxing.

Many strong people like to stand under high mountains and cultivate their own character. This is also the origin of high mountains.

"Mr. Hua is a good painter. He is worthy of being a disciple of the Sage of Painting. He is really a master of painting, a superb workmanship."

All kinds of words of praise rang out from all around, Mr. Hua bowed again and again, there was no trace of abnormality on his face, and he kept a humble attitude at all times.

This alone has attracted the admiration of countless people.

Everyone knows the reputation of a saint of painting, and his disciples must not be too bad.

"Everyone, don't rob me for a while. I've got this mountain painting from someone. I'll be the host tonight and entertain everyone in the city."

Zhuang Du cupped his fists at everyone, planning to buy the painting.

"Master, this is not right, this painting is so exquisite, why do you want to buy it, I also like it."

Another patriarch in the city stood up. Judging from the conversation, the relationship with Zhuang Du should not be very good, and his tone was a little ironic.

"Feng Qian, are you sincerely against me?"

Zhuang Du showed displeasure on his face.

The relationship between the Feng family and the Zhuang family is not hostile. Anyway, the relationship between the two families is not very good, and they are fighting openly and secretly.

"I'm just telling the truth. Could it be that you don't consider other people's feelings just because you've taken a fancy to it? Everyone said, right?"

Feng Qian said to everyone.

"Patriarch 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, and if everyone agrees on a painting, the best result will 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, Mr. Hua stood up at this time: "The two patriarchs calm down first, there are still eight paintings, and maybe the latter one is more suitable for you."

Mr. Hua stood up to smooth things over, and the two masters stopped arguing, and the high stage gradually calmed down.

The two Patriarchs sat back angrily and did not continue to quarrel.

If things get serious, they will not end well, and they will easily become a laughing stock.

Everyone returned to their positions one after another, Mr. Hua put the mountain painting aside and continued to paint.

The monks at the edge of the lake also gradually calmed down, admiring the third painting.

From the beginning to the end, Liu Wuxie watched silently, with an evil smile inadvertently drawn on the corner of his mouth.

Time passed little by little, and in a blink of an eye, the third painting was completed, which turned out to be a map of the sea.

"Listen quickly, this is the sound of the sea."

The moment Mr. Hua put pen to paper, the sound of tides came from the painting, as if the sea was right in front of their eyes.

"Wonderful, really wonderful, this painting has reached the level of vividness."

Each painting represents a different artistic conception.

"Drawing the sound of **, this has reached the level of perfection."

Everyone praised it again, those monks who cultivated the water attribute, their eyes were straightened, and they wanted to buy this painting anyway.

"It's really a bunch of bumpkins, it's just a kind of artistic conception, and a group of people actually praise it. Back then, the saints of painting used the virtual to transform the real into a world of their own. That was the highest state of painting."

The young man standing beside Liu Wuxie let out a faint mocking sound.

The monks around are basically flattering, but this young man, with a disdainful expression on his face, is very dissatisfied with Mr. Hua's painting skills.

Liu Wuxie turned his head and looked at the young man beside him. This person is very ordinary, but it is not easy to know that the master of painting can transform the virtual into the real and form his own world.

Every painting of a painting saint can evolve into a real world, and only when this state is reached can one be called a painting saint.

For example, if the sea in front of you is painted by Yuan Yongchang, a great painter, it will become a real sea, and the water can rush out.

"Brother, it seems that you know Senior Painter very well."

Liu Wuxie looked at the young man curiously, could it be that he knew the saint of painting?

"To be honest, one of my ancestors once discussed painting skills with a saint of painting. Since then, my ancestors have been in seclusion. If they don't achieve it, they can't make it real, and they can't get out of the world. Thousands of years have passed. gone."

The young man did not hide anything, he is also from a family of painters and is proficient in painting.

I don't know how the painter compares with the painter in the middle of the lake.

Liu Wuxie nodded, unexpectedly, this young man was also a descendant of a strong man.

Judging from his attire, his ancestors probably never heard anything about the family after retreating. Thousands of years have passed, and the family has long since declined.

While talking here, Mr. Hua started to make the fourth painting.

Everyone's nerves may have been numb. The fourth painting is a portrait of a beautiful man with a jade tree facing the wind, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a firm face. It is hard to forget after one glance.

Seeing this man, a few people showed strange expressions on their faces.

"Isn't this the portrait of Emperor Liuxian?"

The monks standing on the lake looked at the portrait in thought.

"Alas...it's a pity that Emperor Liu Xian fell to the Broken Soul Cliff seven years ago. God is really jealous of talents."

Many people in the crowd sighed unceasingly, they did not expect Emperor Liuxian to fall for so many years.

There was no expression on Liu Wuxie's face. It has been seven years since she was reborn and returned, and the Lingyun Immortal Realm has long since changed.

"Young Master Hua, why did you think of drawing the portrait of Emperor Liuxian?"

The monks around asked.

Back then, Xiao couldn't attack Liu Wuxie behind his back, and not many people knew about it. Those masters who besieged Liu Wuxie naturally couldn't announce these scandals to the public.

Many people are still kept in the dark, and they don't know who killed Liu Wuxie. Even the Immortal Emperor couldn't get close to the place where the battle was fought.

"To be honest, Master and Liu Xiandi discussed painting skills a few times back then. I was still young and watched them discuss painting ideas from the sidelines, so I remembered Liu Xiandi's appearance."

After Mr. Hua finished speaking, a trace of loneliness appeared on his face.

"I see."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing, and everyone's head was like a stone, which was very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Hua is indeed a man of temperament. He can remember the appearance of Liu Xiandi at such a young age. I will buy this painting no matter what."

Many people have only heard of Liu Xiandi's name, most of them have never seen it.

There are only a handful of people present who have seen Emperor Liu Xian. If it wasn't mentioned by the monks just now, the monks around would have no idea who the person on the portrait is.

Hearing that this is the portrait of Emperor Liuxian, the monks around the lake also went crazy, they actually saw the true face of Emperor Liuxian.

It's a pity that the Immortal Emperor is no longer here!

Hearing that Liu Xiandi had discussed painting with the painting saint a few times, the corners of the eyes of the woman in the green dress moved slightly, which was very hidden, and it was difficult for ordinary people to find out.

In order not to delay Mr. Hua's painting, everyone chatted briefly, returned to their seats, and let Mr. Hua continue to paint.

There are ten paintings in total, and this is only the fifth painting.

It was already afternoon, and Mr. Hua continued to paint.

The sixth painting is a sword. At the moment it was drawn, a sharp sword aura swept out.

The high platform built made a crackling sound, and a large number of cracks appeared in many places, as if hit by sword energy.

"What a terrifying long sword."

The sword energy permeated the portrait, as if it could pierce the human body, that feeling was very uncomfortable.

"I feel like the long sword is about to come out."

For some reason, everyone had the illusion that the long sword could emerge from the portrait at any time and deal them a fatal blow.

Being able to deduce painting skills to this level, everyone is even more convinced that Mr. Hua is the successor of the saint of painting.

The seventh painting is a palace. The painting is so beautiful that people can't extricate themselves from it just by looking at it. If they can live in such a beautiful palace, they will have no regrets even if they die.

Every painting has its own uniqueness.

At the end of the seven paintings, none of them were repeated.

There are mountains, water, people, swords, houses, and fairy birds. I don’t know what to portray next.

Under the gaze of everyone, Mr. Hua picked up the brush and began to create the eighth painting.

This time the painting time was even shorter, only a cup of tea was used, and a pure white lotus flower appeared in front of everyone.

The moment the painting was finished, a faint fragrance permeated from the painting.

Ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the lake, and fish were approaching, sucking the fragrance in the air.

"What a realistic lotus."

Everyone couldn't help admiring again. If they didn't look carefully, they thought there was really a lotus flower on the drawing paper.

Even the face of the woman in green was slightly moved. This painter is really good.

The next is the ninth painting. The painter's hands are linked together. Every time he puts down the pen, there is a beautiful color on the drawing paper.

But in Liu Wuxie's view, every change made him very uncomfortable.

The ninth painting is a giant tree that seems to be able to penetrate the sky.

If you put this big tree and the mountain together, it will form a corresponding scene of mutual brilliance.