The capital of Chaoyue Kingdom, Mingyue City.

In Mingyue City, there is an elegant large courtyard, all kinds of spiritual flowers and plants are planted all over the yard, and there are rockeries and small lakes dotted among them.

In front of the courtyard door hangs 'Feifu', the two words are aura, and there is a small person swimming around the plaque, if there is a master who knows calligraphy and painting, he must be surprised.

Because this character is a higher level of metamorphosis than the realm of shock.

Transforming the mortal, as soon as you enter this realm, it means that you will fade away from the mundane and begin to have a spirit. Although calligraphy and painting have a spirit, the wisdom is not high, but it is also a great improvement of the realm, once the wisdom is improved to a higher realm, it is really amazing.

can use the font of the mortal realm to make a mansion plaque, and there is only one person in the entire Hengshan Prefecture, and that is Master Feiyang.

Master Feiyang is one of the most famous calligraphy and painting masters in Hengshan Prefecture, and in his heyday, he was able to make calligraphy and painting in the realm of transformation.

Whoosh, a figure flew from a distance and landed in front of Feifu, its face was sad, and his face was slightly old, it was the sad autumn that came from the country of Luoxia.

Master Peese looked at the word Feifu and sighed.

"If I can make calligraphy and painting in the realm of transcendence, the grandmaster can be expected. ”

"Master Bei, you are here, my master has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper came out of the door, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet Master Grief.

"How many people has Master Feiyang invited?" asked Master Bei as he walked.

"My lord called a few friends and were painting in the hall. ”

The middle-aged butler led Master Sorrow to a large hall.

The door of the main hall was open, and Master Pei looked and found that it was full of acquaintances.

Master Feiyang is holding a painting, next to Liu Hengzhou, Zhang Peng, Zhou Haiyang, Shen He and others. They watched with relish, unaware of the arrival of Master Peek.

Master Sorrow quietly walked into the main hall and did not disturb them.

"Hey, Master Pessimism is here. ”

In the main hall, Shen He was the first to find Master Sorrow, and he hurriedly came over to salute.

"The Master of Sorrow is here. Master Feiyang, Liu Hengzhou, Zhang Peng, Zhou Haiyang and others hurriedly came over to salute.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be. Beiqiu hurriedly waved his hand.

Although he is the highest cultivation among several people, in terms of calligraphy and painting, his level is one of the lowest, only a little higher than Shen He's calligraphy and painting realm in the Seven Evil Realms.

"Master Feiyang, you have a wonderful picture, is this the painting?"

"Not bad. ”

Master Feiyang introduced energetically: "This painting was exchanged for a ferry map in a small country, Shen He was present at the time, and he saw the person who painted on the spot, how old do you guess that person is?"

Master Feiyang didn't wait for Beiqiu to answer, and said: "I'm not even twenty years old, I wasn't there at the time, if I were there, I would definitely invite him as a guest." ”

"Master Feiyang has been complaining about me for days. Shen He smiled bitterly on the side.

"Oh, is it a painting of the Mortal Realm?" Master Sorrow became even more curious.

Paintings in the realm of metamorphosis are not something that can be painted if you want to, such as Master Feiyang, although he can paint paintings in the realm of metamorphosis, it also takes three or five or even ten years to paint a picture.

"It's not a painting of the realm of metamorphosis, but its artistic conception, brushwork, and composition have all reached the peak of the realm of shock, and it is almost to the realm of metamorphosis. ”

Master Feiyang said with pity on his face.

"Oh, it's amazing, I'm going to see it even more. ”

Master Sorrow said, coming to the painting of the 'Deep Mountain Tibetan Ancient Temple'.

First of all, in the middle of the mountains, a clear spring flows straight down, jumping beads and splashing jade. There was an old ascetic by the spring, scooping up the spring water and pouring it into a bucket.

The picture is simple, realistic and spiritual, especially the lofty mountains and flowing springs, all of which have an ethereal atmosphere, describing the arduous and quiet environment of the ascetics.

At first glance, it makes people feel as if they have become an ascetic, cultivating in a difficult and quiet environment, which is very real.

For this point, Master Sorrow is particularly touched, don't look at his cultivation now, but he also suffered a lot at the beginning, and suffered a lot before he can succeed in martial arts.

"Good, good. "Master Pessimism said three times in a row, who painted such a wonderful painting of the heart?

Master Peebot subconsciously looked at the head, and the five words of the ancient temple in the deep mountains came into view.

These five words are like the finishing touch, bringing the whole painting to life. Master Pessimism praised it in his heart, it was really wonderful. The ascetics carried water, of course, by boiling tea and cooking rice and washing clothes, which made people think that there must be an ancient temple where ascetics lived nearby. The ancient temple must be in the deep mountains, and it is invisible on the screen, which shows the word "Tibet".

It can be said that the five words of the ancient temple in the deep mountains suddenly raised this painting to a higher level.

Immediately after that, Master Sorrow saw the following poem, which became the best footnote to the ancient temple in the deep mountains, making people go deep into it at once, as if incarnating as that ascetic, resting at sunset, working at sunrise, practicing and resting.

"Master Sadness, how is this painting?" asked Master Feiyang with a smile.

"Seconds, wonderful. Master Sorrow praised again and again, and then shook his head, "It's a pity that this poem, this poem interprets this painting too straightforwardly, and lacks a little spirituality, otherwise this painting must be in the realm of metamorphosis." ”

Although Master Pessimism has an average level, he has a very high level of insight and can see the key to the problem at a glance.

"yes. Master Feiyang sighed, "It's a pity that the verse has been completed and cannot be changed. ”

"Master Feiyang, you haven't told me who made this painting?" asked in an anxious tone, "The person who can make this painting must not be an unknown person, I must visit it when I have time." ”

"Then the little friend's name is ......"

Master Feiyang was halfway through speaking, and suddenly found that Beiqiu's eyes were looking directly at the poem.

"What's wrong?" Master Feiyang wondered.

Not only him, but Shen He and the others were also puzzled, Master Bei was the only Tongshen Realm martial artist among them, his strength was unfathomable, and he had never seen him lose his temper, but now Beiqiu's expression could be described as shock.

Beiqiu's palm gently stroked the verses of the ancient Tibetan Temple in the deep mountains, his lips trembled, and he muttered: "How is it possible?

"Hey, Master Pessimistic, do you know the person who painted this?" asked Master Feiyang curiously.

"I don't know the person who wrote this painting, but I know the person who wrote this painting, his name is Ye Chen. Beiqiu took a deep breath and said.

The forty words of this poem, whether it is artistic conception, momentum or structure, and the strokes with brushes, are exactly the same as the word 'Xi' written by Ye Chen, so Beiqiu is sure that these forty words were written by Ye Chen.

"Yes, this poem was written by Ye Chen, and the painting was also painted by Ye Chen. Shen He said in a slightly proud tone, "I saw it with my own eyes. ”

A few months ago, Shen He represented the Chaoyue Kingdom Master Guild to deal with the matter of Li Mingsheng, the Great Xia State Master who was killed by Ye Chen. Seeing Ye Chen write this poem with his own eyes in the Tianhua Chamber of Commerce, he was shocked by Ye Chen's talent at that time, and Shen He extinguished his thoughts of finding trouble with Ye Chen.

After all, although Li Mingsheng is highly talented, he is already a dead man, and Ye Chen is still alive, so the living are naturally more important than the dead.

After hearing this, Master Grief sighed: "I didn't expect Ye Chen to not only write well, but also paint, and I won't lose unjustly." ”

"What's the matter?" Master Feiyang had a keen mind and discovered the meaning of Master Pessimism's words.

"More than ten days ago, I met Ye Chen and tried calligraphy with him, but I lost very badly......

Master Pessimism probably talked about the situation at that time, his face was full of sadness, and even affected the people around him.

Fortunately, Master Feiyang and the others were not ordinary martial artists, and they quickly broke free from the aura of sadness.

"Master Sadness, are you saying that Ye Chen is in the Flying Star Academy of Luoxia Country?" Master Feiyang's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"Yes, he is still the Sect Master of the Flying Star Academy. Master Sorrow's mood gradually calmed down.

"Haha, since it's close, I'll definitely visit it in person when I have time. Master Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of chapter)

(Battlefield Literature)