When he saw the mark on it, his eyes widened and he exclaimed: "It's him!"
Chen Yang and Bei Xuan were talking about the owner of the painting, Old Monster Zhang, and now Xi Bai's expression clearly showed that he knew something about it.
The gossip between the two people immediately became angry.
After all, a warrior who can create such a painting is definitely a strong one among the strong.
The other party is a Confucian, but he is not welcomed by Confucians and Buddhists, so people can't help but want to know the story.
When Xibai saw the looks in Chen Yang and Beixuan's eyes, he immediately understood what they were thinking.
"Don't look at me like that. This senior Zhang left Confucianism when I was born. I have never seen him, I have only seen his paintings."
Chen Yang was not in a hurry, but took out the fairy wine and filled it for the two of them.
The power of the Immortal Wine is that it is aimed at warriors, and even warriors cannot dissolve the wine's power at will.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, Xi Bai's face suddenly turned red.
Xibai sat on the chair with a somewhat dazed expression: "Even in Confucianism, Senior Zhang's paintings are top-notch."
"Although he doesn't have any painting skills, the things made by Senior Zhang without exception contain extremely powerful energy and spirit. As for the method used, no one else knows."
As he spoke, Xibai moved his stool closer, lowered his voice and said: "Senior Zhang's paintings are prohibited in Confucianism. My teacher has a private collection, but it is not for sale.
I admire it by myself in the room and never dare to display it outside."
"But I heard that there are still many Confucian people who own Senior Zhang's paintings."
"Senior Zhang had a fight with the old gentlemen of the seven schools of Confucianism, and even ended up parting ways and leaving Confucianism. But who would have thought that just because of this, Senior Zhang's paintings would become popular works
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Beixuan and Chen Yang looked at each other and both saw the smile in each other's eyes.
It seems that this magical wine still has some effects!
But while the three of them were chatting, Chen Xing, who came to deliver drinks, suddenly caught Xi Bai's attention.
At that moment, all the alcohol in Xi Bai's body seemed to have evaporated.
Xi Bai's eyes were fixed on Chen Xing, and Chen Yang and Beixuan immediately felt an unusual burst of aura.
Beixuan was startled: "I'm going, what's going on? Xibai, how much have you drunk?"
"This is Chen Yang's junior brother! Don't get drunk and go crazy!"
Beixuan said, putting a hand on Xi Bai's shoulder.
If a warrior at the peak of his master's level becomes drunk and crazy, it is really not something that ordinary people can bear.
Although several people had drank together before, they were ordinary wines, and the alcohol content would be excreted out of the body within a few minutes after entering the warrior's body.
Divine Rescue was different. Bei Xuan himself had drank a lot just now, and he could clearly detect the smell of alcohol in his body.
I think the same should be true for Xibai.
Xi Bai also calmed down at this time. This was Chen Yang's villa.
But he still said with some confusion: "Drunk? Although I drank a few glasses of wine, I'm not that drunk yet!"
"I just feel that the aura on his body is a bit like the guy who took my things away!" When Xi Bai said this, his face suddenly became sad.
Those treasures were the inheritance of Confucianism for thousands of years. He lost so many of them all at once, and he was embarrassed to go back to the ancestral land of Confucianism.
