In Liu Wuxie's previous life, he also had many friends. In addition to Vandols, the painting saint Yuan Wenchang was also one of them.

"The Master Hua who painted in Mochou Lake is the personal disciple of the Painting Saint Yuan Yongchang. I heard that he has obtained the true teachings of the Painting Saint, and every painting can draw various artistic conceptions."

The young man said quickly.

Whether Liu Wuxie agreed or disagreed, he turned around and left after he finished speaking.

A painting by the painting saint Yuan Yongchang can be sold at a sky-high price because his paintings contain various artistic conceptions.

For example, the artistic conception of mountains, the artistic conception of water, the artistic conception of stone, the artistic conception of immortal arts, etc.

Many immortal emperors at that time looked for painting saint Yuan Yongchang to paint.

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

From his mouth, he should be able to find out where the painting saint Yuan Yongchang went.

If Liu Wuxie wants to complete the great cause of revenge, it is far from enough to rely on himself and the Heavenly Dao Society. He needs to find some old friends back then to help him take revenge together.

The painting saint Yuan Yongchang is at the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm, and his cultivation is extremely high. If he had not pursued the ultimate painting art back then, he would not have sealed himself into his painting skills.

Following the crowd, Liu Wuxie rushed to Mochou Lake.

After about Mozhangcha, a huge lake appeared in front of him. There were already a crowd of people around him, one layer inside and one layer outside, causing the entire Mochou Lake to leak water.

"I heard that the young master of Hua will make ten paintings today. I would have liked to buy one."

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd. The reason why they came was that they witnessed the painting master painting, and the second was that they tried their luck and had the chance to buy a pair.

The Painting Saint made his own world with his painting skills, and his status was not inferior to the Immortal Emperor. You can imagine how powerful his painting skills were.

A whole plane was once sealed with just one painting.

"I think it's quite beautiful. A painting of a young master is of great value. It's not something that ordinary people like us can touch."

Many people showed sarcastic expressions. Even if the young master gave them the painting, they were not worthy of it.

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

A high platform has been built in the middle of Mochou Lake, with many people standing on it, each with strong cultivation, and they all come here to see it.

Liu Wuxie used his ghost eyes, and he could see everything in the middle of Mochou Lake.

A young man sat in the middle area, about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a large number of painting tools placed around him, which should be what they mentioned as the master of painting and the personal disciple of the saint Yuan Wenchang.

There are many masters sitting around the platform, each with advanced cultivation, both young and old. The highest cultivation is an old man, who has reached the peak Immortal Lord realm.

Others have not had low cultivation, and they are basically around the Immortal King Realm.

Liu Wuxie's eyes suddenly fell on a young woman, covering her face with a gauze, unable to see her true face. She wore a long green dress, wrapped her body firmly. This woman's cultivation level is not low, but she was actually at the peak of the Immortal King realm.

Behind the woman, there were two maids standing, holding flower baskets, and I don’t know what was placed inside.

The young master Hua, sitting in the middle, glanced at the woman inadvertently from the corner of his eyes.

From the conversations about those around you, Liu Wuxie, basically understands the background of those people on the high platform.

The old man with the highest cultivation level was the patriarch of a family in the city, whose real name was Zhuang Du. Most of the other monks came from the city, a few came from other places, and a few of them happened to be in the same situation.

There are also continuous strong people rushing to the high platform, and the lowest cultivation level is the Immortal King realm.

Below the Immortal King Realm, there is no right to get close, so you can only stand on the edge of the lake to observe.

In less than a cup of tea, the platform was already overcrowded.

Most monks who took the stage could call out their names, but no one seemed to know the woman, so it should be the first time she has been here.

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

"Drawing Master, when will 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.

I learned that the disciples of the Painting Saint came to the city, put down everything, and came to observe.

As their identities, they are not qualified to see the original works of the Painting Saint. If they can get a painting of the Painting Saint's personal disciple, they will be famous when they are spread out in the future.

"Thank you for your support. Just like before, I only made ten paintings to give to ten destined people."

Out of the corner of the eyes of the young master Hua took back the woman in green, straightened the drawing board, and prepared to paint.

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

I plan to wait until the young master finished painting, and contact him privately to find out the whereabouts of the Taoist Saint.

"Tsk, what to give to those who are destined to be? It's not that the price is higher."

A man in blue stood beside Liu Wuxie, who was about the same age as Liu Wuxie, with a contemptuous tone.

The saliva sprayed on Liu Wuxie's neck, and he was obviously a little angry.

"How do you say this?"

Liu Wuxie looked at the man curiously and asked in confusion.

Back then, the painting saint Yuan Yongchang painted a lot, but rarely sold them. When he met someone who was destined to be, he would give out a few paintings and not make a living by doing so.

According to Yuan Yongchang, truly good paintings are only given to those who know how to draw.

If you don’t understand this painting, even if you give it to you, it will be covered with dust and waste good things in vain.

"I have been with this young master of painting for a long time. He has been to several big cities in the past few months. The painter is indeed amazing. Each 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 it and told Liu Wuxie all the things he had seen in the past few months.

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

If the Prince of Hua is really a disciple of the Saint Yuan Yongchang, if he does this, wouldn’t he be afraid that the Saint will blame him?

Moreover, as far as Liu Wuxie knows, the painting saint Yuan Yongchang has never accepted disciples in recent years.

Because Liu Wuxie returned from reincarnation, he was not sure. In the past seven or eight years, the Saint of Huan Yuan Yongchang confiscated the closed disciples, so he was not sure about the identity of the Prince Huan.

The Painting Saint is most disgusted with someone selling his paintings. If he knew that the painting he gave was sold at a high price, he would come to take back the painting in person.

Therefore, paintings of the immortal world's painting saints rarely appear on the market.

"Did you keep painting this way for months?"

Liu Wuxie continued to ask.

"Yes."

The young man nodded and looked at the middle of Mochou Lake, because the young master of painting had already started painting.

Liu Wuxie frowned and did not continue to ask, and his eyes also looked at the center of the lake.

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

This is not ordinary drawing paper, but has been specially made, which not only can resist blisters, but also can withstand refractory burns.

It can be said that it is invulnerable to swords and guns, and can also be used as a magic weapon for protecting the body.

This piece of painting paper alone is worth hundreds of thousands of immortal stones, and this painting master is really a good method.

In less than a cup of tea, a crane appeared on the drawing paper, trying to ride the wind, and the painting was vivid and lifeless.

At first glance, the crane seems to be able to come out through the paper, and can really fly out, which is very realistic.

Liu Wuxie kept opening his ghost eyes, and he could see every move of Mr. Hua, including every expression of his expression, and the changes in dyes.

Suddenly, Liu Wuxie's eyes shrank, as if he had discovered something.

A trace of anger radiated out from Liu Wuxie's face, and a trace of murderous aura flashed deep in his eyes.

The monks on the high platform approached one after another, wanting to see more clearly from a close distance.

Two monks walked out from behind Mr. Hua and stopped everyone.

This young master of Hua is average in cultivation, only at the third level of Daluo Golden Immortal, but the two cultivators standing behind him have actually reached the advanced Immortal King realm.

No one doubted that after all, the Hua Gongzi has a noble status and is escorted by his masters, which is normal.

The time for one incense stick ends, and the first painting is successful.

"It's so good to draw, it's so easy to draw!"

The moment the young master of painting put his pen, there were bursts of exclamations coming from all around him, and some people applauded and praised him.

"What a look of cranes left, I seemed to have seen the scene in the sky. If I could buy it back, I would definitely understand some of the mysteries inside."

Those immortal king realms gathered together and talked about each other.

"If I guess correctly, if I guessed it right, this painting should be about flying or something hidden."

There are people beating around.

Cranes are fairy birds, good at flying and attacking. If they can comprehend some things from cranes, they will be of great help to their cultivation.

This is just a minor matter. It is not this painting that attracts everyone, but the painting was painted by the disciples of the painting saint Yuan Yongchang.

Just the word "Saint of Painting" is enough. As for the meaning of the painting, it is no longer important.
To be continued...