"I don't accept disciples." Mo Ying shook her head, "Besides, your cultivation level is comparable to mine, how can I be qualified to be your master?"
"The master is the teacher!" Fairy Jingyue blurted out with firm eyes.
"What sword do you want to learn?" Mo Ying asked.
"Quick sword!" Fairy Jingyue said without thinking.
"Okay." Mo Ying nodded, "You can stay with me for a while in the future! But I'm not your master. I can at most give you some pointers."
"Okay." Fairy Jingyue was extremely excited.
…
Immortal world, cross-border hall.
Two figures pushed open the door and stepped onto the fertile soil of the fairy world, looking around curiously.
"Jiaojiao, look, the sky in the Immortal Realm is completely different from the sky in our Chinese continent." Shi Lei pointed to the sky with a look of surprise on his face.
"Yes, there is a lot of sun here, but it doesn't seem to be hot at all." Li Jiaojiao looked around with curiosity on her face.
"Jiaojiao, now we all have a mission, so we'll say goodbye here. We must be careful."
"okay!"
The two said goodbye to each other and flew in different directions.
…
Half a day later.
After inquiring around, Shi Lei arrived at a very large city called Ancient Painting City.
This city has a long history.
Legend has it that this was the hometown of the painting sage. Later, after the painting sage returned from his studies, he lived in seclusion here until his death a few years later, and no one knew about it.
Since then, the ancient painting city has become famous.
People who were good at painting or admired painting saints in the fairy world came to this city one after another to study. Over time, the ancient painting city became a holy place in the minds of painters.
When you enter the city, your sight is like a scroll unfolding.
Walls, stone pillars, stalls, floor tiles and other buildings have been painted with various paintings by painters.
Especially the paintings on the walls are all exquisite and lifelike, and the painters are all true masters.
"Compared with them, I'm still far behind!" Shi Lei felt insignificant.
"Haha, you are naturally far behind these painting masters. Even I, a ninth-level painter, would not dare to compare with these painting masters." A calm voice came.
Shi Lei followed the sound and looked.
He saw a young man in white standing near him, with his hands behind his back. He actually had the cultivation of a human immortal, followed by ten maids at the level of the Emperor of Heaven.
"What a luxury!" Shi Lei secretly said.
He had never seen someone go out with ten Heavenly Emperor-level maids, and he immediately felt that this young man in white was not simple.
"Is the ninth-level painter... very powerful?" Shi Lei couldn't help but ask.
"It's not that great!" The young man in white waved his hand, "The levels of painters are divided into nine levels, with level one being the lowest and level nine being the highest. I am only level nine."
Hearing this, Shi Lei scratched his head.
It turned out that this man came specifically to show off in front of me. He seemed humble, but in fact he was arrogant.
"Since level nine is the highest, what about the master of painting? And what about the saint of painting?" Shi Lei asked again.
The white-clothed young man's expression froze and he said: "The master has become his own sect, and is naturally above the ninth-level painters. The Painting Saint is even more unique, surpassing all the masters, and is naturally more powerful."
"That is to say, the ninth level is not the most powerful. There are many masters and painting saints above." Shi Lei understood.
"What level of painter are you?" The young man in white looked at Shi Lei, "Looking at your good cultivation, you are on par with me. Your painting skills should not be bad, right?"
"Just so so." Shi Lei shook his head.
Thanks to Ye Feng's teachings and his own hard work, Shi Lei was taught by Ma Liangbi and made great progress in painting.
However, he was always humble.
"Just average? It seems like he's just a seventh- or eighth-level painter, haha!" The young man in white curled his lips and moved a few steps to the side. "You don't have the level of a ninth-level painter, so don't get too close to me."
Soon, the young man in white left slowly.
Seeing this scene, Shi Lei scratched his head and felt that the other party was really crazy.
On the cloud.
Ye Feng was drinking tea and noticed the scene in the ancient painting city and wanted to laugh.
"If you don't have the level of a ninth-level painter, you can't get too close? This guy is really thick-skinned!"
Ye Feng continued to taste tea.
In the ancient painting city.
Shi Lei was still walking in the city.
In front of a huge stone wall, hundreds of painters gathered. Among them, an old man in a green shirt was holding a brush and explaining something.
"We are just ordinary painters."
"As for the Painting Saint, he has reached the ultra-high level of a soul painter. He can create a painting with just one thought, and the painting is meticulous and exquisite."
"What's more important is that when you reach the level of a painting master, you can completely control all things to paint, unite your mind and spirit, and become transcendent."
"Although I am a master of painting and have my own school, compared with the painting sage, he is still far behind."
"You guys!"
"You still have to study hard."
"Now, let me paint a picture first."
The old man in green clothes took a brush, dipped it in ink, and painted an ink landscape painting on the wall.
"The basic skills of ink painting are hooking, chaffing, rubbing, dyeing and dotting. Once you are proficient in using it, you will be considered a master."
The old man in green shirt still does not forget to teach on site.
Shi Lei watched it with great interest.
on the wall.
An ink landscape painting quickly appeared. Everyone looked at it and felt that the picture was vivid and vivid. The landscape inside seemed to have come alive and became a world of its own.
"It's amazing!" Shi Lei praised.
"Why are you here? Do you know that painters below level nine should stay away from me?" The young man in white happened to be here. When he saw Shi Lei, he quickly walked aside in disgust.
"Li Zhengping, all of us here are painters, there is no distinction between high and low." The old man in green shirt stared at the young man in white clothes and taught him a lesson.
"Yes, Master Qingshan." Li Zhengping was convinced on the surface, but he was still dissatisfied in his heart.
In his opinion, he is already a ninth-level painter, and he is only one chance away from being a master. He is completely different from ordinary painters.
"Young man, what do you think of my landscape painting?" Master Qingshan looked at Shi Lei and asked with a smile, his face full of kindness.
"The painting is very good!" Shi Lei raised his thumb and added, "It's almost the same as mine."
"puff!"
Everyone sprayed water collectively.
"Arrogant!"
"That's Master Qingshan. You can create a world in the painting with just a single painting. Where do you come from? Do you have the level of a ninth-level painter? Do you dare to compare yourself with Master Qingshan?"
"Fork it out, fork it out!"
All the painters present were angry.
Li Zhengping was even more exaggerated. He jumped up, pointed at Shi Lei, and shouted: "Come quickly, get this arrogant person out of the ancient painting city, and don't allow him to come in."
On stage.
Master Qingshan was also stunned.
He is a master of painting. Looking at all the masters in the fairy world, he can be regarded as the leader. He has many disciples, which can be said to be all over the world.
But who would have thought that today I would be compared to myself by a young boy, which made me feel a little depressed.
"We are painters, not barbarians, stop!" Master Qingshan is a true master after all, with extremely high self-cultivation. "Young man, what is your name?"
"Master, my name is Shi Lei." Shi Lei bowed his hands politely.
Seeing his humble look, Master Qingshan was very satisfied, nodded and said: "Where did you learn from, and what level of painter are you now?"
"I am a disciple of Shenzhou Piaomiao Sect. As for the level of painter, I don't know." Shi Lei thought about it carefully and felt that it was really difficult for him to be classified.
"Oh, Piaomiao Sect!"
"Is there such a sect in the painting world?"
"Never heard of it!"
"It's probably a small sect!"
Everyone waved their hands.
But, the next moment, someone took a deep breath and stared at Shi Lei.
"Piaomiao Sect? The one from Ye Feng!"
"Mother!"
After everyone realized it, they were so frightened that they sat down on the ground, rolled and crawled and fled away, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.