Too Wild Swallowing Heaven

Chapter 2066 The Painting Saint

In Liu Wuxie's previous life, he also had many friends, besides Van Dors, the painter Yuan Wenchang was also one of them.

"The Mr. Hua who paints in Mochou Lake is the direct disciple of Yuan Yongchang, the master of painting. I heard that he has obtained the true biography of the master of painting. Every painting can express various artistic concepts."

The young man said quickly.

Regardless of whether Liu Wuxie agrees or disagrees, after speaking, he turns and leaves.

A painting by Yuan Yongchang, the saint of painting, can be sold for a sky-high price, because there are various artistic concepts stored in his paintings.

For example, the artistic conception of mountains, the artistic conception of water, the artistic conception of stones, the artistic conception of fairy art and so on.

Back then, many immortal emperors had asked the painter Yuan Yongchang to paint.

If this painting master is really a disciple of Yuan Yongchang, the saint of painting, Liu Wuxie really wants to meet him.

From his mouth, it should be possible to find out where the painter Yuan Yongchang went.

Liu Wuxie wants to complete the great cause of revenge, but it is not enough to rely on himself and Tiandaohui. He needs to find some old friends from back then to help him take revenge together.

Yuan Yongchang, the saint of painting, is at the peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm, with a very high level of cultivation. If he hadn't pursued the ultimate in painting back then, he would not have sealed himself into painting.

Following the flow of people, Liu Wuxie rushed towards Mochou Lake.

After about Mozhan tea time, a huge lake appeared in front of it, surrounded by crowds of people, one layer inside and one layer outside, the water around the entire Mochou Lake was blocked.

"I heard that Mr. Hua will make ten paintings today, if only I could buy one."

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd. The reason why they came here was, firstly, to witness Mr. Hua painting, and secondly, to try their luck and see if they had a chance to buy one.

Back then, the saint of painting broke out of his own world by virtue of his painting skills, and his status was not lower than that of the immortal emperor. It is conceivable how powerful his painting skills are.

With just one painting, an entire plane was once sealed.

"It's beautiful to think about. A painting of a young master is of great value. How can ordinary people like us get our hands on it."

Many people showed sarcasm, even if Mr. Hua gave them the painting, they didn't deserve it.

Liu Wuxie ignored the discussions around and walked towards the middle area.

A high platform had been built in the middle of Mochou Lake, and there were many people standing on it, all of them were powerful, and they all came here for the fame.

Liu Wuxie used her ghost eyes, and she had a panoramic view of everything in the middle of Mochou Lake.

In the middle area sits a young man, about 27 or [-] years old, surrounded by a large number of painting tools. He should be what they call the painting master, the personal disciple of the painting sage Yuan Wenchang.

Around the high platform, there are many masters sitting upright, all of them are of high level of cultivation, young and old.

The cultivation base of others is not low, and they are basically around the Immortal King Realm.

Liu Wuxie's eyes suddenly fell on a young woman. Her face was covered by a light veil, and she couldn't see her true face. She was wearing a long green dress that tightly wrapped her body.

Behind the woman, there are still two maids standing, holding flower baskets, and I don't know what is placed inside.

Sitting in the middle, Mr. Hua casually glanced at the woman from the corner of his eyes.

Liu Wuxie basically understood the background of those people on the high platform from the conversations of those people around.

The old man with the highest cultivation level was a family patriarch in the city. His real name was Zhuang Du. Most of the other monks came from the city, and a few came from other places.

There are also a steady stream of strong people rushing to the high platform, and the lowest cultivation level is the Immortal King Realm.

Those below the Immortal King Realm are not qualified to approach, and can only stand on the edge of the lake to observe.

In less than a cup of tea, the high platform is already overcrowded.Most of the monks on the stage, the crowd can call out their names, but that woman, who seems to be unknown, should be here for the first time.

With her light veil covering her face, even Liu Wuxie couldn't see her true face.

"Master Hua, when shall we start?"

Zhuang Du asked at this time.

As the patriarch of the family, he has a lot of things to deal with every day.

Knowing that Huasheng's direct disciple came to Dacheng, he dropped everything and came to observe.

With their identities, they are not qualified to see the authentic works of the painting masters. If they can get a painting by the painting master's personal disciples, and spread it in the future, they will also have a reputation.

"Thank you for your support. As before, I will only make ten paintings and give them to ten predestined people."

From the corner of Mr. Hua's eyes, he looked back from the woman in green and straightened the drawing board, ready to start painting.

Liu Wuxie finally squeezed to the edge of the railing and could see everything in the lake more clearly.

He planned to contact Mr. Hua privately after he finished his painting, and find out the whereabouts of Mr. Hua.

"Tch, what is given to someone who is destined, it is not the one who pays the highest price."

Standing beside Liu Wuxie was a man in Tsing Yi, about the same age as Liu Wuxie, with a contemptuous tone.

All the saliva sprayed on Liu Wuxie's neck, obviously a little angry.

"how do I say this?"

Liu Wuxie looked at the man curiously and asked suspiciously.

At that time, Yuan Yongchang, a great painter, made a lot of paintings, but he seldom sold them. When he met someone who was destined, he would give away a few paintings, and he did not make a living from it.

According to Yuan Yongchang, really good paintings are only given to those who know how to paint.

If you don't understand this painting, even if it is given to you, it will be a pearl covered in dust, and a good thing will be wasted.

"I have been with this painter for a long time. He has been to several big cities in the past few months. The painter is really good. Every painting can draw various artistic conceptions, but the price is also ridiculously expensive, and most people can't afford it. "

The young man did not hide anything, and told Liu Wuxie everything he had seen and heard in the past few months.

Hearing the young man's narration, Liu Wuxie frowned.

If Mr. Hua is really a direct disciple of Yuan Yongchang, the saint of painting, wouldn't he be afraid that the saint of painting would blame him for doing so.

And as far as Liu Wuxie knew, the painter Yuan Yongchang hadn't accepted any disciples in recent years.

Because Liu Wuxie was reincarnated and returned, he was not sure. In the past seven or eight years, the painter Yuan Yongchang confiscated his closed disciples, so he was not sure about the identity of Mr. Hua.

The saint of painting is the most disgusted that someone sells his paintings. If he knows that the paintings he sent have been sold at high prices, he will personally come to take back the paintings.

Therefore, the paintings of saints in the fairy world rarely appear on the market.

"Have you been painting with him for several months?"

Liu Wuxie continued to ask.

"Yes."

The young man nodded and looked towards the middle of Mochou Lake, because Mr. Hua had already started painting.

Liu Wuxie's brows were tightly furrowed, and she didn't continue to ask, but also looked at the center of the lake.

I saw the painter holding a paintbrush in his hand, and various dyes appeared vividly on the drawing paper.

This is not ordinary drawing paper, but specially made, not only can withstand blisters, but also fire-resistant.

It can be said that it is invulnerable, and it can also be used as a magic weapon for body protection.

Just this piece of drawing paper is worth hundreds of thousands of immortal stones, this young master is really good at it.

In less than a cup of tea, a crane appeared on the drawing paper, about to ride the wind and leave, the painting was vivid for the rest of its life.At first glance, the crane seems to be able to fly out through paper, and it can really fly out, very realistic.

Liu Wuxie opened the ghost eyes all the time, drawing every movement of the young master, including every expression of his, and the change of the dye, all of which can be seen clearly.

Suddenly, Liu Wuxie narrowed her eyes, as if she had discovered something.

A trace of anger radiated from Liu Wuxie's face, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Those monks on the high platform approached one after another, wanting to see it more clearly at a close distance.

Two monks came out from behind Mr. Hua and blocked everyone.

This Mr. Hua's cultivation is average, only the third level of Daluo Jinxian, but the two monks standing behind him have reached the high-level fairy king realm.

Everyone didn't doubt it either, after all Mr. Hua's status is noble, and it's normal for him to be escorted by a master.

The time for a stick of incense is over, and the first painting is successful.

"Good painting, really good painting!"

The moment Mr. Hua put pen to paper, exclamations came from all around, and some people clapped their hands in praise.

"It's a good pair of cranes going west. I seem to see the scene in the sky. If I can buy it back, I will definitely be able to comprehend some of the mysteries inside."

Those Immortal Kingdoms got together and talked with each other.

"Mr. Hua, if I'm not mistaken, this painting should hide an artistic conception about flying."

There are people touting it.

Cranes are immortal birds, good at flying and attacking. If you can comprehend something from the cranes, it will be of great help to your cultivation.

This is only secondary. It is not this painting that makes everyone flock to it, but that this painting was painted by a disciple of the painter Yuan Yongchang.

The word "painting saint" is enough, as for the meaning in the painting, it is not important anymore.

Even if it's just a painting of a worm, it's a painting by a disciple of a painter, and it's worth immeasurable.

Facing the compliments from all around, Mr. Hua bowed again and again with a humble expression.

The woman in green stood up gently, and the two maids quickly followed.

Walking up to this picture, the woman in green looked carefully, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching, unable to speak out, anyway, there was a big fluctuation in her heart.

"Also ask the girl to give some pointers."

Draw the son to make a gesture of please.

This green-clothed woman appeared when she was in the big city, but at that time, the green-clothed woman only watched and seldom spoke.

Mr. Hua asked about the woman's background, but the woman in green always prevaricated.

"Are you really a disciple of Senior Painter Yuan?"

The woman in green asked Mr. Hua.

"Miss, what are you talking about? Of course I am a direct disciple of the painting sage. If it's true, the old master has been retreating and asked me to go down the mountain to practice. In order to earn some money, I had no choice but to come up with this bad plan."

Mr. Hua's answer was watertight, without too many flaws.

The woman in green nodded, instead of continuing to ask, she went back to the distance and continued to sit down.

Everyone returned to their positions one after another, letting Mr. Hua continue to paint.

After the ten paintings are finished, everyone will choose the one that suits them.

Putting the painting of the crane going west aside, Mr. Hua picked up the brush and prepared to make the second painting.

This time, the painting technique is faster than before. It is difficult for ordinary people to see the painting technique clearly.

But Liu Wuxie opened the ghost eyes, and every movement of Mr. Hua slowed down several times in front of him.

Whether it is coloring or sketching, it can be seen clearly.