The Seven Sages of the Tang Dynasty, what kind of existence are they?
All of them are genuine worldly masters.
Although Ye Qingyun has only seen three of them, those three people, whether they are Yi Tianxing, Du Wei, or Zhuge Yuanxin.
All of them have the air of a master, and you can tell just by looking at them.
But what about Wu Qingfeng?
Stop acting like an expert.
Just put some mud on your face and go straight to the street to beg for food. You can get three melons and two dates all morning.
It's so uncool.
Is this the painting sage of the Tang Dynasty?
It's too boring.
"Master Ye, this is indeed the painting sage of the Tang Dynasty."
Shen Tianhua said seriously.
Wu Qingfeng also stood up at this time.
Ye Qingyun looked at him.
He also looked at Ye Qingyun.
The two stared at each other.
"Are you really the sage of painting in the Tang Dynasty?"
Ye Qingyun asked.
"I don't dare, it's just a false reputation."
Wu Qingfeng said with clasped fists.
Ye Qingyun was a little embarrassed.
"That's really embarrassing, I thought you were..."
The three words to ask for food were not uttered.
Wu Qingfeng didn't mind either.
"Mr. Ye, I am close friends with Yi Tianxing and the others. I heard them say that Mr. Ye, you are very extraordinary, so I came here to pay you a visit."
Ye Qingyun waved his hands repeatedly.
"I'm just an ordinary mortal, nothing extraordinary."
When Wu Qingfeng heard this, he secretly admired it.
How humble.
He is obviously an outstanding person in the world, a person who is looked up to.
But he claims to be an ordinary person.
This humility alone is enough to be admired.
Unlike many cultivators who think that after practicing for many years, they feel proud of themselves and their nostrils wish they could fly to the sky.
"But I don't know what Mr. Ye was doing just now?"
"fishing."
fishing?
Wu Qingfeng was startled.
Of course he knew that Ye Qingyun was fishing.
But the question is, how can such an expert do something as commonplace as fishing?
Definitely not.
It must be to understand the heaven and earth, to understand nature, and so on.
"Isn't Mr. Ye trying to understand some kind of great path?"
Wu Qingfeng said doubtfully.
"Enlightenment of the great road? I have enlightenment of a hammer!"
Ye Qingyun was speechless.
Can't this guy see that I'm not a cultivator?
Still comprehending the great road?
I also want to understand.
But the problem is that he doesn't allow it due to his strength.
well!
I will cry if I continue.
"I'm just a mortal, what avenue can I comprehend?"
"On weekdays, I just eat and drink, and when I'm in a good mood, I just go fishing."
Ye Qingyun said very calmly.
What's wrong with mortals?
As a mortal, I also live a happy life.
Nothing to be embarrassed about.
Wu Qingfeng was stunned for a while after hearing this.
He couldn't help but look at Shen Tianhua beside him.
Shen Tianhua's lips moved slightly.
"Young Master Ye has already reached the realm of unity between man and nature. He understands the way of heaven in a mortal body. You must not destroy Mr. Ye's state of mind, lest he make Mr. Ye unhappy."
Upon hearing this, Wu Qingfeng immediately understood.
So that’s what happened.
I have heard of using a mortal body to understand the way of heaven.
Some powerful people with extremely advanced cultivation feel that it is difficult for them to break through, so they will put down everything and gain enlightenment as a mortal, thereby seeking opportunities for breakthrough.
In Wu Qingfeng's opinion, Ye Qingyun should be in the same situation.
"Mr. Ye, just now I saw how you were fishing, and I drew a picture on a whim. It's a pity that I didn't draw your charm, Mr. Ye."
Wu Qingfeng said with some regret.
Ye Qingyun's eyes lit up.
"You drew a picture of what I look like when I'm fishing? Show it to me."
Wu Qingfeng was a little embarrassed.
"Well, because I felt dissatisfied, I even tore up two of the drawings."
Ye Qingyun: "..."
What can you say after tearing it off?
"I wonder if Mr. Ye is involved in painting?"
Wu Qingfeng then asked.
Because he learned from Yi Tianxing and the others that Ye Qingyun was a genius.
Beat Yi Tianxing in chess.
He surpassed Du Wei in poetry writing.
Even playing the piano made Zhuge Yuanxin feel inferior.
This is amazing.
The three of them, Yi Tianxing, all achieved perfection in their respective fields.
Each has the title of one of the Seven Sages of the Tang Dynasty.
As a result, they all lost to Ye Qingyun in what they were best at.
This made Wu Qingfeng very curious.
If Ye Qingyun also knows how to paint, how high is his attainment?
"Know a thing or two."
Ye Qingyun said very modestly.
When Shen Tianhua on the side heard this, he couldn't help but glance at Ye Qingyun.
Know a thing or two?
He has seen paintings by Ye Qingyun.
That's simply amazing workmanship!
It can be called a masterpiece that is rare to see in the world!
If this was even a small amount of knowledge, the painters would have drowned themselves in the river that day.
Know a thing or two?
Wu Qingfeng didn't know whether Ye Qingyun's words were true or false.
He couldn't help but glance at Ye Qingyun's hands.
Feeling slightly disappointed.
Because Ye Qingyun's hands don't look like the hands of a painter.
People who often draw will have many marks on their hands.
And it is obviously different from ordinary people.
But what about Ye Qingyun’s hands?
There are no traces of these.
"Mr. Ye, I have a painting here, and I would like to ask Mr. Ye to taste it."
Wu Qingfeng said with a smile.
Ye Qingyun nodded.
"OK."
He's not just pretending.
I really want to see the handiwork of this great Tang painter.
Wu Qingfeng waved his hand.
A picture scroll appeared in his hand.
"I made this painting three years ago. I have wanted to change it countless times in the past three years, but I have never been able to find the place to change it."
While speaking, Wu Qingfeng had already opened the scroll.
A picture of an egret flying into the sky appeared in front of Ye Yun and Shen Tianhua.
This picture of an egret flying into the sky is very good.
Both Ye Qingyun and Shen Tianhua were amazed when they first saw this painting.
Especially Shen Tianhua, he felt that everything he painted was as if he had experienced it himself.
So familiar!
But Shen Tianhua knew very well that he had never seen this painting at all.
A faint brilliance permeates the painting.
This is Baoguang!
This picture of an egret flying into the sky is already a treasure in a sense.
"He is indeed a master of painting. This painting is really amazing."
Ye Qingyun secretly admired.
Even with Ye Qingyun's eyes, there is almost no fault in this painting.
Haze, egrets, green mountains, lake.
Four scenes appear in one painting.
They are very harmonious with each other, and the progression of levels is quite beautiful. There is nothing abrupt or disharmonious to be found.
The most stunning thing is the egret in this painting.
At first glance, I don’t think so.
But upon closer inspection, these three egrets with spread wings seem to be really taking off in the next moment.
"Master Ye, what do you think of my painting?"
Wu Qingfeng asked.
There is a bit of pride in his words.
He said he wanted to change it.
But in fact, he was very satisfied with the painting.
Otherwise, with Wu Qingfeng's perfectionist nature, if he felt the painting was not perfect, he would have torn it up directly.
Ye Qingyun nodded.
"This painting is very good!"
Wu Qingfeng smiled slightly.
"But you don't know what's good about it?"
Ye Qingyun glanced at him.
"The great thing about this painting is that these egrets are so lifelike and stunning!"
Hearing what Ye Qingyun said, Wu Qingfeng also showed a satisfied look.
It seems that although Ye Qingyun is not very good at painting, he still knows how to appreciate it.
At least you can see what's good about this painting.
If a person does not understand painting at all, he will only think that this painting is good-looking, but he will not be able to see what is so good about this painting.
"However, this painting does have room for improvement."
Ye Qingyun changed the subject.
Wu Qingfeng suddenly frowned.
Room for improvement?
If this is obviously a picture of perfection, how can there be room for improvement?
Wu Qingfeng did not agree with Ye Qingyun's words.
After all, this painting was painted by Wu Qingfeng himself.
"Oh? Master Ye, do you think this painting can be improved?"