Finally, when everyone saw a painting in Hong Tianbao's hand, everyone felt very strange. They found that Hong Tianbao had not held the painting once or twice. He looked at it very seriously.

"Tianbao, what kind of treasure is in your hand? Take it out and take a look." Old Li asked immediately.

Others had the same idea. You should know that the guy's eyes were fierce, and almost all the things he was targeted by him were legendary treasures.

Hong Tianbao handed over it and said that the painting was not a big problem or was not particularly precious. However, the painting scroll contained another painting, which seemed to be of great origin.

"Well! Nothing special! The painting skills are very poor, and they were not very popular in ancient times. This paper is also very ordinary and has not been signed yet. This picture is the worst among the pile of ancient calligraphy and paintings, right?" Tang Xin commented.

Others also felt the same way after reading it, but they just didn't say it out. Is it because this painting is so bad that Hong Tianbao took a few more glances? According to Hong Tianbao's personality, it seems that there is no reason?

"This painting is not very good, but the sentence along the painting is a bit strange." Hong Tianbao said.

This painting is obviously a crop picture. Such ink paintings have no deep meaning in ancient times, but the inscription is on the side: There is a magical horse in the painting! This makes people feel very strange.

"At a glance, you can tell that the person who is painting is just a genius and cannot draw, and the inscription is not enough to match the horse's mouth." Tang Xin could only explain this.

Mr. Li and others looked at the whole picture carefully again and found that it was a really bad painting and they immediately lost interest.

Hong Tianbao took it and twisted the scroll gently. The scroll on one side was twisted out, like a lid. Seeing this scene, the person who had just lost interest immediately became energetic. Just now, they were just paying attention to the picture and not the scroll.

"There is something inside." Tang Xin saw it immediately.

Hong Tianbao slowly took out the things inside carefully, spreading the old paper with everyone's curious, expectant and excited eyes.

As soon as they spread out, everyone heard a sound of horses roaring in the sky. Many people couldn't help but take a step back.

When everyone looked over, they found a horse appeared on the screen. The horse was a little weird, it was actually a bald tail. Many people rubbed their eyes. They felt that the horse inside seemed to come alive, with its eyes as if neighing towards the sky, as if it was about to jump out of the paper.

"Why can I hear the neighing of a horse?" an old man asked incredible. He looked at the others, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears, and it was not surprising that tinnitus occurred. After all, he is old. I have tried this.

But the others nodded, with a serious expression, mixed with a hint of doubt and a little excited. Seeing this painting, they knew it was not an ordinary item. Although the horse inside had no tail and looked very strange, the horse seemed to be cast by someone and sealed it in paper.

"This horse seems to be alive." Another old man took out his reading glasses and quickly put them on.

"Who painted such a realistic and magical painting?" Gu Wen then came to his senses. Seeing this painting shocked him very much, it was not like a human work.

"I remember a legend. Maybe this painting belongs to the painting Saint Wu Daozi." Mr. Li, who was usually very steady, also danced with a smile at this time.

Everyone is familiar with the painting saint Wu Daozi, after all, he is a master-level figure. In ancient China, there were only a dozen people who were saged. In addition to the painting saint Wu Daozi, there were also the wine saint Du Kang, the literary saint Confucius, the historical saint Sima Qian, the poet saint Du Fu, the medical saint Zhang Zhongjing, the martial saint Guan Yu, the calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi, the cursive saint Zhang Xu, the tea saint Lu Yu, the military saint Sun Wu, the counselor Zhang Liang, the science saint Zhang Heng, and the medicine saint Sun Simiao.

His landscape paintings have the power of transformation. The characters he painted have pleats floating and vigorous lines. They are known as water shield strips, which have the effect of flying clothes and winding all over the walls. They are known as Wu Dangfeng. He also used light colors in the lines of burnt ink, and was called Wu Clothing in the world. The lines of painting are concise. The brush is only one or two, and the image is already in response, and he is known as "sparse body". He is respected by people as the "painting saint" and by folk painters as his ancestor.

"Maybe it is the Painting Saint who has this kind of skill." Many people present said intimately.

Seeing that everyone was curious, Mr. Li mentioned a legend about the Painting Saint to everyone.

It is said that once, the painting saint Wu Daozi came to Jizu Mountain. The night he stayed in Jinding Temple, the moon was particularly bright. He and Zen Master Yuezhi drank about the moon, chatting about the past and present, and they talked very much in an opportunistic manner.

The Zen master said: "I heard for a long time that Master is a master of painting. I dare to ask the master to improvise painting. On the one hand, I will open my eyes and leave a permanent memory for Han Temple. I wonder what to do?"

Wu Daozi nodded repeatedly and expressed his agreement. The Zen master ordered the young monk to serve the marquis and bring paper, pen and ink. The painting saint thought about it for a moment, then picked up the pen and made a picture of "Article Horse". The horse was painted so vividly that the dragon appeared.

However, just as he was about to draw the last stroke - the ponytail, the Painting Saint felt chest tightness and disgusting, so he put the brush on his back and walked to the yard quickly, and vomited. The deacon monk hurriedly brought tea and asked Wu Daozi to wash up, and then helped him back to the meditation room to rest. The next day, the Painting Saint was more energetic, but he did not remember the horse painting. After dinner, he bid farewell to the monks and went down the mountain.

After a few days, the Zen master carefully looked at the "Real Horse Picture" and found that the horse's tail had not been drawn. He was very sorry, but he had no choice but to hang it in the side room of the Zen hall. The Zen master would burn a furnace of incense in front of the painting every day, to miss the master, and to watch the horse picture. The more he looked at the horse, the more he felt it was vivid, as if he was neighing and was about to jump off.

Once, a dozen farmers at the foot of the mountain rushed into the temple in a roar, and said to the Zen master angrily: "The bald tailed horse in your temple comes to eat our crops every night. This time we chased you, and it keeps running into your temple, and you have to pay back our crops."

The Zen master was really "a monk named Zhang Er was confused" and said: "What horses did Buddhism raise? If you don't believe it, please search the temple."

The farmers looked around, but they didn't even see the shadow of the horse. They thought it must be the Zen master who hid it, so they tangled with him. The Zen master thought for a long time, and suddenly remembered the painting, and said to the farmers: "All neighbors, the old monk really has no horses, but there is a picture of the horse drawn by Master Wu Daozi. Please come in and take a look."

When the farmer saw the horse in the picture, he was shocked. The bald-tailed horse was exactly the same as the bald-tailed horse they chased. Seeing that it was holding a few green wheat seedlings in its mouth! So he pointed to the horse on the painting and said, "It's it, stealing our crops every night."

The Zen master was furious and pointed at the bald horse and scolded: "Beast, it's better to send you to the fire pit than to keep you harming people."

As soon as he said this, the horse knelt down with tears in his eyes. The farmer was surprised to see it and felt it was a pity to burn it, so he said, "Forget it, as long as it sincerely repents and no longer wastes the crops."

From then on, people often saw a bald tail horse coming down from Jizu Mountain to help farmers work, carrying firewood, wheat and rice. Many people don’t know its origin, but the more than a dozen farmers understand in their hearts: it is the bald tail horse left by Wu Daozi.

After listening to the story, everyone subconsciously regarded this painting as the legendary "Real Horse Picture" by the painting saint Wu Daozi. Judging from this picture, it seems that only the painting saint has that ability.

The old men were so excited that they were like old children, they surrounded the picture of "Lima Picture", enjoying the magical "Lima Picture".

"This time, there will be another sensation in the country." Gu Wen said.

"It's not just a sensation in China? Once this painting is released, the world will be sensational. Those foreigners have always looked down on our Chinese paintings. If this horse is released, it will definitely calm them down and ensure that they don't dare to speak a word." Another expert said.

Mr. Li nodded: "Although there is no clear evidence to prove that this is the work of the Painting Saint, we can still be more than 90% sure. This work has reached the peak of art, who dares to say anything? The so-called painters and masters of the foreigners, such as Impressionism and Abstraction, are worthless in front of the Painting Saint."

Tang Xin reached out and wanted to pick up "Real Horse Picture". At this time, a shadow suddenly popped out of the picture, which scared everyone. Tang Xin took a few steps back.

When everyone looked over again, they found that the shadow of a horse appeared on the paper, which was actually the group in the painting, with an amazing expression.

"What's the situation?" Mr. Li lived for most of his life and was the first time he saw such a scene.

"I don't know, I just touched it and the horse jumped out." Tang Xin stared at the bald-tailed horse that could move on the paper. Until now, her heart is still beating faster!

Everyone chose to remain silent and stared at the horse intently. After a while, the shadow was printed on the paper again, returning to its original appearance.

This time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. In the situation just now, the timid person might think it was a ghost! Otherwise, how can I explain it? The horse on the paper suddenly turned into a shadow floating out, and it would be strange if he didn't scare the person to death!

"It seems that the legend has some basis. This horse can really jump out. Tang Yatou, what did you do just now?" Old Li also reached out and fiddled with it for a while, but the situation just now didn't happen.

"This phenomenon is a bit similar to the jade carvings of the twelve zodiac gods! Is this the realm of a master? Can it be used to seize the will of heaven and fortune?" An old senior couldn't help but say.

Tang Xin was also confused. It seemed that he had just touched it and didn't do much!

"Did you touch where just now?" Old Li asked again.

This time, Tang Xin tried to let go to a blank space. It was originally the position of the horse's tail, but the horse had no tail, so it was empty.

Her hand just met that place, and the phenomenon just now happened again. This time, everyone knows the key point.

"This is the real divine painting! The divine strokes are indeed extraordinary." Someone exclaimed.
Chapter completed!