The painter of this young master was very good. He only took an incense stick of time and a mountain appeared in front of everyone.

A heavy breath swept out.

The surface of Mochou Lake was filled with ripples, and the masters standing around stood up one after another, looking shocked.

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

The monks standing on the edge of Mochou Lake made waves of exclamations. They were far apart and could feel the heavy pressure coming towards them.

Zhuang Du was the first to stand up and walked to the drawing board. A thick shock flashed in his eyes.

"Good painting, it's really good painting! The mountains are covered with mountains and winding, and I feel like I feel a surge of power that is about to pop out through the paper."

Zhuang Du nodded repeatedly and commented on this painting.

This is a mountain with different heights, which makes people look at it and feel like they are in it.

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

Another head of the family stood up, his eyes were also full of disbelief.

"I think these peaks are more like swords that are unsheathed, and can be shot out at any time. The feeling of oppression even makes me feel suffocated in my chest."

Standing beside Zhuang Du, an Immortal Lord Realm said, "This is not like what the dignified Immortal Lord Realm should say."

Various praises rose and fell around, including the monks on the shore, who were also amazed.

There are also many monks in the void who can overlook the lake and see it again, not like a mountain, but more like rolling houses.

"There are dangers in the mountains and the upright world, both heroic and majestic, which is really a painting!"

Zhuang Du spoke again and secretly decided that he would buy the painting anyway.

Daily observation can improve one's own mind.

Many strong people like to stand under the mountains and cultivate their own minds, which is also the origin of the mountains' admiration.

"Young Master Hua is a good painter, and he is worthy of being a disciple of the Painting Saint. He is really a master of painting and a master of magic."

Various languages ​​of praise sounded from all around, and the young master of Hua bowed repeatedly, with no strangeness on his face, and he always maintained a modest attitude.

This alone has attracted countless people's praise.

Everyone knows the reputation of the Painting Saint, and his disciples must not be too bad.

"Don't snatch me up later. I'll ask for this mountain painting. I'll do it tonight and entertain everyone in the city."

Zhuang Du clasped his fists at everyone, intending to buy the painting.

"By the dealer, that's wrong. 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, he should not have a good relationship with Zhuang Du, and his tone was a little ironic.

"Feng Qian, are you sincerely against me?"

Zhuang Du's face showed displeasure.

The Feng family and the dealer are not in a hostile relationship. Anyway, the relationship between the two companies is not very good, and they are also fighting openly and secretly.

"I just told the truth. Is it because you like it, I don't consider the feelings of others? Everyone says it is."

Feng Qian said to everyone.

"The Feng family leader is right. There are only ten paintings in total. There are so many of us. According to me, the most fair way is to get the higher price."

Others in the crowd spoke. If everyone liked a painting, the best result would be, the higher the price would be.

Many people stood up to support Feng Qian, and Zhuang Du was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Mr. Hua stood up at this time: "The two heads of the family are relieved, and there are eight paintings. Maybe the ones behind are more suitable for you or not."

The young master Hua stood up to smooth things over. The two masters stopped arguing and the platform gradually calmed down.

The two heads of the family sat back angrily and did not continue to argue.

When things get big, they won’t end well and they are easily become laughing stocks.

Everyone returned to their seats one after another, and the young master Hua placed the mountain painting aside and continued to paint.

The monks at the edge of the lake also gradually calmed down and enjoyed the third painting.

From beginning to end, Liu Wuxie looked at him silently, and a wicked smile appeared inadvertently at the corner of his mouth.

Time passed by little by little, and in a blink of an eye, the third painting was also completed, and it turned out to be a large sea chart.

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

The moment the young master of the painting put his pen, the sound of tides came from the painting, as if the sea was right in front of them.

"It's amazing, it's really wonderful. This painting has reached the level of enlightenment."

Each painting represents different artistic conception.

"Speaking in the painting has reached the level of superb level."

Everyone praised again, and the monks who practiced water attributes had their eyes straightened and they found a way to buy this painting.

"It's really a group of local buns, it's just an artistic conception. It's actually a group of people praising it. When the painting saints painted, they transformed the reality and formed their own world, that was the highest level of painting."

The young man standing next to Liu Wuxie made a faint sarcasm.

The monks around were basically flattering, but this young man had a contempt expression on his face and was very dissatisfied with the painting master's painting technique.

Liu Wuxie turned his head and looked at the young man beside him. This person was very ordinary, but he could know that the Painting Saint transformed the real world with his own imagination. This is not simple.

Every painting of the Painting Saint can evolve into a real world. Only by reaching this state can it be called the Painting Saint.

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

"Brother, it seems that you know the senior Saint of Painting very well."

Liu Wuxie looked at the young man curiously, could he know the Painting Saint?

"To be honest, one of my ancestors had discussed painting techniques with the Painting Saint. Since then, my ancestors have been in seclusion. Without realizing the reality, they have become self-destructive and unwilling to leave the seclusion. Thousands of years have passed."

The young man did not hide it. He was also a family of painting arts and was proficient in painting.

I don’t know how the painter compared to the painting master in the middle of the lake.

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

Judging from his outfit, his ancestors were probably never informed of family affairs after they were in seclusion. Thousands of years have passed and the family has long declined.

While talking here, the young master of Hua began to write the fourth painting.

Everyone's nerves may have been numb. The fourth painting is a portrait of a handsome man, with a handsome man with a sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a firm face. It is hard to forget when you look at it.

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

"Isn't this a portrait of Emperor Liu Xiandi?"

The monks standing on the lake looked at the portrait and pondered.

"Alas... It's a pity that Emperor Liu Xian fell on the Soul-Breaking Cliff seven years ago. It's really a jealous talent."

Many people sighed, but they didn't expect that Emperor Liu Xiandi had fallen for so many years.

There was no expression on Liu Wuxie's face. It has been seven years since he returned from his rebirth. The Lingyun Fairyland has changed a lot.

"Young Master Hua, how could you think of portraying the portrait of Emperor Liu Xiandi?"

The monks around him asked.

Back then, Xiao Wuxie attacked Liu Wuxie behind his back, and not many people knew about it. The masters who besieged Liu Wuxie naturally could not make these scandals public.

Many people are still in the dark and do not know who Liu Wuxie died. It was difficult for even the Immortal Emperor to get close to the place where the war was fought.

"It's true that my master had discussed painting skills with Emperor Liu several times back then. I was still young at that time and watched them discuss painting ideas from the side, so I remembered the appearance of Emperor Liu."

After the young master Hua said that, a hint of loneliness appeared on his face.

"I see."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little depressed, and everyone felt like a stone was pressing on, which was very uncomfortable.

"Young Master Hua is indeed a person with a temperament. You can remember the appearance of Emperor Liu Xiandi at such a young age. I have to buy this painting anyway."

Many people have only heard of the name of Emperor Liu Xian, but most people have never seen it.

There are only a handful of people who have seen Emperor Liu Xian. If it weren't for the monks just mentioned it, the monks around wouldn't know who the people in the portrait were.

When they heard that this was a portrait of Emperor Liu Xiandi, the monks around the lake were also crazy. They actually saw Emperor Liu Xiandi's true appearance.

Unfortunately, the Immortal Emperor is no longer here!

When I heard that Emperor Liu Xiandi had discussed painting skills several times with the Painting Saint, the corners of the woman in a long green dress were slightly moved, and it was very hidden, which was difficult for ordinary people to notice.

In order to avoid delaying painting the young master, everyone had a few simple conversations and returned to their position to let painting the young master continue.

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

It was already afternoon, and the young master of Hua continued to paint.

The sixth painting is a sword. The moment it carved out, a sharp sword energy swept out.
To be continued...