Qing Yu blinked his eyes in surprise and asked. Jiang Yi also turned his head in astonishment. How could his ghostly drawings be so praised by Feng Luan? If he is a genius, and Feng Luan can draw so well, isn't he a genius among geniuses?
Feng Luan swallowed his saliva and said in a deep voice: "You don't understand painting, so you don't understand. People who know painting know that painting is divided into five levels, the painter is the second, the painter is the second, and the painter is the third.
The fourth is the king of painting. The highest level is called the emperor of painting. The same name is also used in the music world. Many people have very high attainments in music. If they can reach the highest level, they can also be called the emperor of music."
Qingyu still didn't understand, and asked confusedly: "What does that have to do with the young master? I feel... the young master's paintings are average."
"hehe"
Jiang Yi couldn't help but laugh. He was so ordinary and so unsightly.
Feng Luan waved his hands and said: "Listen to my explanation. There are strict levels in the painting world. Generally, someone who can make a barely acceptable painting can be called a painter. The level of a painter is pretty good. If you reach the level of a painter,
At this level, a painting can be easily sold for tens of thousands of sky stones. Calculating it...my level is barely up to the Painting Sect. Above the Painting Sect, one is the King of Painting. Painters of this level are as good as heaven, and their paintings can't be seen.
It’s just like the real person. Even if you don’t look carefully at the painting of a person, you would think it is a real person..."
"Yes, that's right. My sister's portrait of Prince Di was so lifelike. I thought it was a real person that time." Qingyu nodded and asked curiously: "Then what is a painting emperor?"
"I'm still far from it"
Feng Luan smiled bitterly and shook his head, and then explained seriously: "It is said that there is a painting emperor in the Eastern Emperor Continent, and... the Buddha Emperor should be a painting emperor. His paintings are Zen-like and can make people realize the truth at a glance. According to legend, their family
There are 108 paintings in a secret place, which contain 18 kinds of Zen. The children of their family can understand Zen by looking at the paintings. In other words, they can understand the Taoist charm from the paintings. This kind of painting is very popular in the world of calligraphy and painting.
It’s called a heavenly painting, which means a painting that combines the principles of heaven and earth.”
"Well..."
Qingyu suddenly looked at the painting painted by Jiang Yi, with a look of surprise on her pretty face, and said in disbelief: "Sister, what do you mean... is the painting painted by Young Master a heavenly painting? And the painting painted by Emperor Buddha?
Same? Isn’t that a priceless treasure?”
"Well"
Jiang Yi was also shocked. If he hadn't seen that Feng Luan usually liked painting and said it as if it was true, he would definitely sneer at it.
Feng Luan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Young Master's painting skills are not even considered as a painter, but... there is a Taoist charm in his paintings. I can clearly sense it. If it were not for the fragments of the Taoist pattern of the soul, it would be difficult to understand the Taoist pattern.
I was able to suddenly understand a Taoist pattern from the young master’s painting just now. Young Master, you can sell this painting for at least one million Tianshi.
"What?"
Jiang Yi's body was shocked. What he scribbled could be worth a million sky stones, so why should he hunt down some bandits instead of just painting at home every day?
"Don't believe it?"
Feng Luan smiled calmly and said: "You can Wang Guan take this painting to the largest painting pavilion in the city and ask a high-level painter to appraise it. If you can't sell it for one million sky stones, the young master said the request last time. Feng'er
That’s what I obliged you.”
"What request?"
Jiang Yi blinked his eyes in confusion and saw Feng Luan's face was red and blood was dripping from his skin. His eyes suddenly lit up and his heart was shaken. Last time he wanted to play a new move on the spur of the moment, Feng Luan always
He refused, but he didn’t expect that this time he took the initiative to send it to his door. It seems that his painting had a great impact on Feng Luan’s soul...
"Hahaha"
Jiang Yi laughed loudly, his consciousness swept into Qian Waguan's room, and he shouted: "Wan Guan, come out."
Of course he didn't call Qian Waguan out just to play new tricks, but Feng Luan said it seriously. He must try it. If he can really sell millions of sky stones, this is a way to make money. He can paint.
If you earn a lot of sky stones, you can settle in God's Gift City in the future.
"Boss, what's the matter?"
Qian Wagguan ran out in a hurry. Jiang Yi pointed at the painting he had just painted and said: "Go to the best painting pavilion in the city and sell this painting. The price is one million sky stones."
"How many?"
Qian Wanguan's smile froze, and he glanced at Jiang Yi's painting suspiciously, then at Feng Luan's painting next to him, and asked: "Boss, are you kidding me?"
Feng Luan's eyes widened and he said coldly: "If I ask you to sell it, you will sell it. Where's all the nonsense? Of course there will be people who know the goods when you go there. Remember... if someone asks you who painted it, just say Donghuang
The mainland got it accidentally, so be careful to hide your whereabouts and don’t be followed."
Feng Luan put away Jiang Yi's paintings, suddenly thought of something, and said to Jiang Yi: "Sir, please sign your name, just write whatever you want."
"oh oh"
Jiang Yi thought for a while, then picked up a pen and wrote three big characters on the corner - "Yi Piao Piao".
After Jiang Yi finished writing, Feng Luan's hand flickered with earth-yellow light and lightly swept the picture. The white rice paper suddenly turned pale and yellow, making it look like an ancient painting.
"Okay, let's go"
Feng Luan carefully rolled up the white paper and handed it to Qian Wagguan. Although the latter was confused, Jiang Yi and Feng Luan were so serious about the matter, so he could only go for a trip. He poured the magic moon stone with one hand.
, changing his appearance, Jiang Yi controlled the imperial palace to teleport him out.
After Qian Wanguan went out, Jiang Yi sat down in the lion chair, stretched out his hand to hold Feng Luan in his arms, and said to her ear: "Feng'er, why don't we try that new move later?"
"Master"
Feng Luan's charming eyes were as silky as silk, and she gave a sneer, but her delicate body became more and more fiery. Qingyu also came up like a kitten, took a bite on Jiang Yi's earlobe and said: "Master, you haven't favored us for a long time.
Already."
"hey-hey"
Jiang Yi smiled, turned around and pecked the herring, reached into her robe and touched it, and said with a smile: "Little herring, are you wet down there?"
Qingyu twisted her delicate body reluctantly and panted heavily: "Sir, it's not like you don't know... how can a fish live without water?"
"Hahaha, you wasteful person"
Jiang Yi gave a long laugh and glanced at Jiang Xiaonu's room with his consciousness to see that she was still in retreat. Qian Wagguan must not have come back that way, so he suddenly stood up and picked up one in each hand and walked towards the palace.
After entering the dormitory, Qingyu climbed down smoothly, took out water from the ancient divine Yuan Ring and filled a large bath. Then the Yuan Power started to work, and the water suddenly became steaming. She took out some fragrant powder and sprinkled it on the petals into the water.
Then he said a blessing to Jiang Yi: "Master, I will help you take a bath."
Feng Luan also giggled. The two of them stripped Jiang Yi naked and put him into the bath. Then he took off his clothes and took off his long skirt, leaving only a bellyband for each of them. The two of them flew into the bath at the same time.
.
Jiang Yi looked at the two people swimming in the pool like two mermaids, with a hint of evil in the corner of his mouth, and he laughed and said: "Two beauties, how about we try the new trick of blooming flowers in the backyard tonight?"
Feng Luan and Qing Yu's delicate bodies trembled, Qing Yu nodded carelessly, as if Jiang Yi would do whatever he wanted. Feng Luan was too shy to look at Jiang Yi, the hot steam in the pool made her whole body become even redder, and
It makes the spring scenery in the palace even stronger...