The white-haired old man stared at the painting with great excitement, his eyes seemed to fly out the next moment.
"What a picture of bow-shooting and eagle-shooting!"
The white-haired old man said with a trembling tone: "The painting contains a desolate and heroic spirit. If you can calmly contemplate it, you may be able to touch a road that no one has ever set foot on before."
"The person who can draw this painting is definitely an unimaginable expert."
"I'm afraid it's an existence that has already comprehended the Great Way and understood everything in the world!"
"I can't believe that there really is such a person in this world. I really want to see the true face of the master!"
As he spoke, the white-haired old man couldn't help but beat his chest and stamp his feet.
Xiao Shi and Uncle Jiu were stunned for a moment.
Is this painting that powerful?
Isn't this what Ye Qingyun drew casually?
Although the painting is indeed very good, it would be too exaggerated to say that it contains the Great Dao?
"Master, this... this should be just an ordinary painting, right?"
Xiao Shi said carefully.
The white-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes.
"This is definitely no ordinary painting!"
"The person who can draw this painting must be an unimaginable outsider!"
"This painting is worth hundreds of years of hard work!"
What?
Is a painting worth hundreds of years of hard work?
Xiao Shi and Uncle Jiu were really shocked.
The two looked at each other.
Could it be that.
Ye Qingyun, who looks like a mortal, is actually an unfathomable peerless master?
"Where did this painting come from?"
The white-haired old man stared at Xiao Shi closely, eager to know the origin of this painting.
Xiao Shi naturally didn't dare to hide it.
"Master, this painting was painted by a young man named Ye Qingyun."
The white-haired old man was thoughtful.
"Young man? This shouldn't be the true face of an expert. Such an expert must have practiced so well that he can easily change his appearance."
Xiao Shi was a little embarrassed: "Master, that Ye Qingyun is actually a mortal, the kind who has no cultivation at all."
The white-haired old man was stunned.
mortal?
"impossible!"
He didn't believe it at all.
Can a mere mortal draw such a painting that contains the great truth?
Absolutely impossible.
Anyone who can draw this kind of painting is definitely an expert that even white-haired old men need to look up to.
The kind that is so tall that it has no edges.
"Perhaps you have poor eyesight and cannot see through the true face of the master, and mistakenly regard the master as a mortal."
The white-haired old man said.
Hearing what he said, Xiao Shi and Uncle Jiu were a little doubtful about life.
"Is that boy really a master of the world?"
Xiao Shi frowned.
Uncle Jiu is an exciting person.
"Miss, we encountered two monsters on the way. Originally, I was no match for them, but they seemed to be suppressed by some kind of force. I easily beat them away."
Xiao Shi also reacted.
Her eyes widened with disbelief on her face.
"You mean, it was Ye Qingyun who was secretly taking action at that time?"
Uncle Jiu nodded repeatedly.
hiss!!!
Xiao Shi was stunned.
That makes sense.
Both this painting and the situation on the road were enough to show that Ye Qingyun was by no means as ordinary as they had seen.
He turned out to be an expert from outside the world?
"what are you guys saying?"
The white-haired old man looked at the two of them with some confusion.
"Master, it's like this..."
At that moment, Xiao Shi told the white-haired old man how they met Ye Qingyun and what happened along the way.
After listening, the white-haired old man looked at the two of them with a look that wanted to slap them to death.
Xiao Shi and Uncle Jiu were also very embarrassed.
An expert from outside the world once walked with them, but instead of recognizing him, they treated him like that.
Thinking about it now, both of them were frightened.
"You guys!"
The white-haired old man shook his head repeatedly.
"Fortunately, the master has a lot of people and has never argued with you. Otherwise, you would not have survived."
The two of them could only say yes in succession.
"It would be hard to let go of such a distinguished person without visiting him in person."
The white-haired old man carefully rolled up the scroll and put it into his storage bag.
"Hurry up and take me to this expert. I want to ask for his advice personally."
Xiao Shi was a little stunned.
It's obvious that I'm here to pay homage to my master, so how come my master is rushing to meet someone else?
"Master, these apprenticeship ceremonies..."
"What apprenticeship ceremony? This painting is your best apprenticeship ceremony. You can take back all the other things."
"All right."
Xiao Shi looked helpless.
The white-haired old man was extremely anxious and urged the two of them to set off quickly.
Knowing that Ye Qingyun had appeared at the market at the foot of Fuyun Mountain, the white-haired old man directly grabbed Xiao Shi and Uncle Jiu and flew into the air.
call!
The white-haired old man flew directly into the air and took the two of them in the direction of Fuyun Mountain.
...
Ye Qingyun returned to Fuyun Mountain.
Looking at his old home, Ye Qingyun felt relieved.
"Home is better."
After such a trip, Ye Qingyun deeply felt the warmth of home.
Cuckoo!
He was so hungry that he quickly ate something to fill his stomach.
After eating, Ye Qingyun had a good sleep.
I slept until noon the next day.
Ye Qingyun got up comfortably.
He pushed open the door and walked out.
But I saw someone outside the hospital.
"For what?"
Seeing the man sneaking around and trying to pick pears from the tree, Ye Qingyun yelled.
The man was startled and fell down from the pear tree.
This fall was not easy.
The man groaned and sat on the ground unable to get up.
Ye Qingyun stepped forward quickly.
I found out that it was actually a child.
He looks only seven years old.
His body was dirty and tattered, his hair was unkempt, and he looked like a little beggar.
The child was shivering, and his face was a little distorted because of the pain from the fall.
"How brave are you to steal my pears?"
Ye Qingyun said with a sneer.
The little beggar rubbed his legs and stood up staggeringly.
"I didn't steal."
"Everyone gets the stolen goods, but you still say you didn't steal?"
Ye Qingyun laughed angrily at him.
The little beggar snorted.
"Then what if I stole it? Why don't you beat me to death?"
Ye Qingyun was speechless.
Good guy.
At a young age, I was still a bit of a jerk.
Ye Qingyun didn't really want to blame him. After all, it was really pitiful to become a beggar at such a young age.
"May I have your name?"
Ye Qingyun asked.
"I don't have a name."
"You don't have a name? Then how do others call you?"
The little beggar tilted his nose: "They all call me little bastard."
Ye Qingyun shook his head helplessly.
"What's your last name?"
The little beggar looked stunned.
"My father's surname is Guo."
"What about your parents?"
"They're all dead."
Ye Qingyun felt some sympathy in his heart.
He went to the pear tree and picked a dozen pears.
He took another bag of rice from the house.
"Take it and eat it. If you finish eating, you can come back to me."
Ye Qingyun handed the things to the little beggar.
The little beggar was a little surprised and uncertain.