"Right here."
Ye Qingyun pointed to a place on the painting.
It is the lake below the egret in the painting.
Wu Qingfeng showed doubts.
The lake is the simplest part of his painting, and there is nothing worth changing at all.
Why did Ye Qingyun point here?
"Master Ye, I'm a little confused. How can this lake be changed?"
Wu Qingfeng asked.
Shen Tianhua also had doubts.
No matter how you look at this painting, it can be said to be perfect.
This lake is like a mirror, so what can be changed?
But since Ye Qingyun said this, he must have a reason.
Shen Tianhua believed that with Ye Qingyun's level, it would not be aimless.
"If you add something to the lake, the picture will be even more perfect."
Ye Qingyun said.
Wu Qingfeng took out a paintbrush directly.
"Then please ask Mr. Ye to add some strokes to this painting."
Ye Qingyun was a little embarrassed.
"If I don't paint well, it would be bad if I ruin the painting."
Wu Qingfeng smiled.
"It doesn't matter, if you destroy it, I will paint another one."
Seeing Wu Qingfeng say this, Ye Qingyun took over the brush.
Then.
Three times five divides two.
On the lake in the painting, another small boat was painted.
On the boat, there was an old man holding a fishing rod.
"The painting is done!"
When Ye Qingyun finished painting the last stroke.
The whole painting seems to have undergone a qualitative change.
Buzz!!!
The original jade-colored brilliance of the painting actually showed a faint golden light.
Moreover, an indescribable unique atmosphere enveloped the entire painting.
Wu Qingfeng was shocked.
A pair of eyes widened even more.
Looking at this painting in disbelief.
With the addition of this leaf boat, the whole painting immediately rose to a higher level, both in terms of itself and artistic conception.
A very good painting to begin with.
now!
The ultimate perfection!
The egret takes flight!
The landscape is the same color!
Water and sky merge!
An old man fishing in a boat!
Everything is so perfectly harmonious.
One more sum is too much.
Anything less is not enough.
Just right!
Moreover, the whole painting adds a bit of desolation and loneliness, without losing the original sense of leisure and leisure.
"so perfect!"
Wu Qingfeng couldn't help but admired.
This was his admiration from the bottom of his heart.
There is absolutely no flattery or hypocrisy.
He even felt that the word "perfect" could not describe this painting.
This painting should only exist in heaven!
How can it be seen in the human world?
This is definitely one of the best paintings Wu Qingfeng has ever seen.
It can even be said that there is no one!
It is the most perfect painting I have ever seen in my life!
"Master Ye, you are really a master!"
Wu Qingfeng was filled with admiration.
Ye Qingyun smiled.
"I just painted casually to show my shame."
Wu Qingfeng shook his head repeatedly.
"This move alone is enough to show that Mr. Ye has extraordinary skills!"
"I'm brave enough to ask Mr. Ye to give me a painting."
While speaking, Wu Qingfeng bowed to Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun scratched his head.
"You are the painting sage of the Tang Dynasty. Logically speaking, I should be the one who asks you to give me paintings."
Wu Qingfeng was startled, and then smiled.
"Well, Mr. Ye and I hit it off right away, so how about this, you and I each draw a painting and give it to each other as a meeting gift?"
"That's fine."
Shen Tianhua couldn't help but look forward to it.
It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be able to see Ye Qingyun and the painting sage of the Tang Dynasty painting together at the same time.
It is definitely a feast for the eyes.
Maybe you can learn something from it and get some opportunities.
"What should I draw?"
Ye Qingyun took the paintbrush and began to think about it.
On the other side, Wu Qingfeng was also thinking about how to write.
Both seemed to be struggling with what to draw.
at this time.
A flock of birds flew across the sky.
Chirping, so happy.
The two of them seemed to feel something and raised their heads at the same time.
Then everyone's eyes lit up.
"Yes!"
There was something in their minds and they started writing almost at the same time.
Shen Tianhua stood between two
Among the people, I looked left and right, and for a moment I didn’t know which way to look.
Both seem to have birds as their theme.
Ye Qingyun's brush strokes resemble dragons and snakes, and his paintings are very random.
Wu Qingfeng, on the other hand, is more reserved and his paintings are more delicate and delicate.
Half an hour later.
"I've finished the painting!" .??.
Ye Qingyun said it first.
After a while, Wu Qingfeng's painting was completed.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Then swap the paintings.
Ye Qingyun saw the paintings made by Wu Qingfeng.
It is a picture of a hundred birds contending.
One painting actually depicts a hundred different birds.
They stand on the branches, as if they are competing for beauty.
Although it is a painting, it seems that people can hear the sound of the birds singing together.
It feels like being in a forest where birds live.
“What a great painting!”
Ye Qingyun couldn't help but admired.
If he were to paint this painting by himself, he might not be able to paint it any better than Wu Qingfeng.
The painting sage of the Tang Dynasty is definitely well-deserved.
On the other side, Wu Qingfeng was also looking at Ye Qingyun's paintings.
Both of them use birds as their themes.
But what Wu Qingfeng painted was a hundred birds contending.
But what Ye Qingyun painted was a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix!
When Wu Qingfeng saw this picture of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, he fell into a daze.
Because it was so shocking, my whole mind seemed to become empty all of a sudden.
On the drawing paper, there is a phoenix spreading its wings, stepping on fire clouds, looking majestic.
The king among birds!
Showing off your style.
Under the wings of the phoenix, there is a bird that only bows and worships towards the phoenix.
From small birds to giant birds such as eagles and rocs.
They are all expressing their surrender to the Phoenix.
Hundreds of birds are paying homage to the phoenix!
Wu Qingfeng seemed to have seen the spectacular scene of all the birds in the sky flying toward the phoenix.
He seemed to be just one of the countless birds, facing the phoenix that looked like an emperor.
I couldn't help but want to kneel on the ground.
In his ears, there was a clear and clear phoenix cry.
boom!!!
A golden brilliance suddenly soared into the sky from the scroll.
The entire sky was illuminated by this golden light.
At this moment, everyone in Chang'an City
Some people, no matter where they are, can see the golden light in the sky.
"what happened?"
"Why did the sky turn golden?"
"What's happening here?"
Many people don't know why.
But then, the entire sky of Chang'an City turned into a huge picture.
It is exactly the picture of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix painted by Ye Qingyun.
But it's different from the painting on the drawing paper.
The picture of birds facing the phoenix that appears in the sky is actually alive!
That’s right!
All the birds were dancing happily.
And the phoenix, as huge as the blazing sun, released even more dazzling brilliance.
Brilliant as flame!
The long cry of the phoenix resounded throughout Chang'an.
Countless people were shocked.
This is simply a miracle!
Even the old monsters deep in the palace all woke up at this moment.
"What's this smell?"
"Who could cause such a vision?"
"Could it be an afterimage from ancient times?"
Many people looked at the vision in the sky and made various guesses.
But those people who didn't know the truth simply thought it was an appearance of gods and they knelt down and worshiped the sky.
Everyone in Chang'an saw this kind of vision.
Ye Qingyun couldn't see it at all.
He could only see the golden light in the sky, but could not see the specific content.
Wu Qingfeng was completely sluggish.
Until the golden light dissipated, the painting returned to peace.
He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
"Brother Wu? Brother Wu?"
Ye Qingyun called out several times.
Only then did Wu Qingfeng suddenly wake up.
Snap!
The scroll in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
But he immediately picked it up again, with a serious look on his face, as if he had obtained a treasure.
Don't dare let it fall to the ground.
Even if it is contaminated with a trace of dust, it is considered a blasphemy to the painting.
"Master Ye, please accept my bows!"
Wu Qingfeng held the painting and bowed to Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun looked confused.
Isn’t this just painting?
Why do you still kowtow?
What I painted is not a portrait of a deceased person.
This chapter has been completed!