"What do you want me to draw?" Ye Chen asked.

Zhao Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "That friend of mine is an ascetic, it would be best if Master Ye could paint a similar painting. ”

Ye Chen thoughtfully: "Ascetic?"

He had read records that ascetics were a group of people who achieved spiritual pleasure by sharpening their bodies, similar to the monks of Ye Chen's previous life.

The ascetic cultivator is not only physically powerful, but also has a much stronger soul than a martial artist of the same level. It is not surprising that Zhao Zhen's friend loves calligraphy and painting.

What is a good picture to draw in the words of an ascetic?

After a while, Ye Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered an ancient painting in his previous life that was quite meaningful, and it was the most suitable to use here.

Subsequently, Ye Chen took out a large piece of special rice paper from the storage ring, which was made of demon beast fur mixed with some heavenly and earthly treasures, which could draw talismans and calligraphy, and could withstand the powerful aura of heaven and earth without being damaged.

Whew!

Ye Chen's painting is in the middle of the lofty 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.

It is a painting of artistic conception.

"Awesome, awesome. ”

Zhao Zhen's eyes lit up, and Ye Chen's casual painting was a work of the realm of meaning. It is also the realm of intention, and the paintings are obviously more interesting than calligraphy.

The lifelike trees on the lofty mountains and the bright white water droplets splashed by the flowing water and clear springs, the more Zhao Zhen looks, the more interesting it becomes.

He was about to put away the painting, but was stopped by Ye Chen: "Slow, I haven't written the question yet." ”

"Oh, I actually forgot this, Master Ye, what is the name of this painting?" Zhao Zhen was full of curiosity.

Ye Chen smiled faintly, and wrote a line of words in the upper right corner of the painting: Deep Mountain Tibetan Ancient Temple.

As soon as these five words came out, it was like the finishing touch of the painting, which brought the whole painting to life. The aura of the surrounding heaven and earth was involuntarily attracted to the painting, and then a faint mist suddenly appeared in the lofty mountains, and these mist were all condensed by the aura. In the same way, there are bursts of aura rising next to the spring, which makes people yearn for it when they see it. To be able to do penance in such a place, although the conditions are difficult, will certainly bring great spiritual comfort.

Zhao Zhen on the side was already stunned, and he tasted the title of the painting: "The ancient temple in the deep mountains is wonderful, it's 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.

"Jinghong, this is a painting of the realm of Jinghong. ”

Zhao Zhen's hands trembled, extremely excited.

What is a shock, a glimpse of the shock, leaving no traces, is the realm of calligraphy and painting to reach a very high level, making people look like a glimpse of the amazing.

Yan Wu has been in the country for hundreds of years, and there are only a few works of the Jinghong realm that have been handed down, all of which are hidden in the royal treasure pavilion, but he didn't expect Ye Chen to paint a picture casually, which is really much beyond his expectations.

After all, Zhao Zhen originally thought that it would be good to have a painting with artistic conception.

"Master Ye, is this painting for me?" Zhao Zhen's voice began to tremble.

Although he originally came to ask for a painting, this painting was too precious, and Zhao Zhen was afraid that Ye Chen would regret it.

Ye Chen pouted speechlessly, isn't it just a painting, as for it?

He waved his hand indifferently: "Of course it's for you, take it." ”

"Good. ”

Zhao Zhen nodded hurriedly, but he didn't put away the painting immediately, but took a Jinpai and used a special technique to cover the five words 'Deep Mountain Tibetan Ancient Temple'.

As soon as these five words were obscured, the aura on the painting suddenly faded a little.

Zhao Zhen nodded with satisfaction, revealing an inexplicable smile: "Hehe, when that guy comes, I have to shock him." ”

"Master Ye, farewell. Zhao Zhen bowed respectfully towards Ye Chen.

"Well, remember not to give too much information about me. ”

Ye Chen casually instructed, he was going to retreat and cultivate for a few days, and he didn't want others to disturb him.

"Master Ye, I understand. Zhao Zhen understood Ye Chen's thoughts and retreated cautiously.

In the next few days, Ye Chen asked Chen Shaoqiang to block all the people who came to visit, cultivate hard, and prepare to break through the one hundred and eight acupoints in one go.

In the past few days, the capital of Yanwu has recovered its prosperity since the war some time ago.

At the same time, because the Tianhua Chamber of Commerce held a small calligraphy and painting exchange auction, it attracted many calligraphy masters and painting masters who love calligraphy and painting.

There are also some painters and calligraphy masters from nearby countries who have come from thousands of miles to get the news.

To the north of Yanwu Capital City, on a wide avenue, there is a strange combination.

A bald old man in a gray robe walked barefoot on the road, not caring at all about the broken leaves on the road and the scorching sun in mid-air.

Next to him was a luxurious carriage, nearly three meters long and wide, occupying most of the official road, pulled by two horses with slightly demon beast characteristics.

The luxury carriage and the bald and barefoot old man walked side by side, and many pedestrians on the road turned their heads in surprise when they saw it, but the bald old man didn't care and still walked unhurriedly.

Yanwu capital is in sight.

An old voice came from the luxurious carriage: "It's finally almost here, Fu Lin, I'm under a lot of pressure to walk with you." ”

The bald and barefoot old man is Fu Lin, a famous ascetic who is good at calligraphy and painting.

In the luxury carriage is his good friend, Yao Shi, who is also good at calligraphy and painting.

The two met together to come to the Tianhua Chamber of Commerce in Yanwu Kingdom to exchange experience in calligraphy and painting, and at the same time bid for a pair of treasures that appeared this time.

However, Fu Lin is an ascetic, does not make a carriage, and walks by his feet. Although Yao Shi walked with him, he didn't want to suffer that, of course, he stayed in the carriage.

So, Fu Lin received a lot of surprised eyes.

"There are so many ignorant people in the world, why should Brother Yao care about the eyes of ordinary children. Fu Lin said lightly, his eyes were calm, without the slightest emotion.

"You are a stone man, and you are only a normal person when you discuss calligraphy and painting. Yao Shi shook his head speechlessly.

"Master Fu Lin, you are finally here, let me wait. ”

At the north gate of the capital, Zhao Zhen, who had black hair and did not look old, saw Fu Lin and greeted him with a smile.

"Master Zhao is not too late, there are still five days before the exchange meeting starts. Fu Lin bowed slightly.

"It's not late, it's not too late. Zhao Zhen had no way to take him, "It's just right, I'll take you to visit our Yanwu collection in the past few days, so that you can make this trip worthwhile." ”

At the same time, Zhao Zhen looked at the carriage and asked, "Which peer is in the carriage?"

As soon as Zhao Zhen's words fell, the carriage was opened, and an old man in a brocade robe came out: "In Xia Yaoshi, I have seen Zhao Shi." ”

"Yao Shi?" Zhao Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise, "But Yao Shi, the master of calligraphy and painting in the Half Moon Kingdom?"

"Bo has a slight name, and he smiled. Yao Shi said with a smile, but the arrogance on his face could not be concealed, and it was obvious that he was very satisfied that Zhao Zhen knew his name.

"Master Yao, you are not only a thin and micro-famous, your reputation is much better than mine, in front of you, I dare not call me a master, you can call me Zhao Zhen. Zhao Zhen smiled bitterly.

When he was middle-aged, he traveled to various countries, met many masters of calligraphy and painting, and heard the names of many people, Yao Shi was one of them.

When his calligraphy realm was still psychic, Yao Shi was already in the realm of intention, and after so many years, Yao Shi must be the peak of intention, perhaps touching the threshold of the realm of shock.

Therefore, Zhao Zhen did not dare to hold up in front of Yao Shi.

"Fortunately, I asked Master Ye for the 'Deep Mountain Tibetan Ancient Temple' painting, otherwise I really wouldn't have the face to communicate with them. Zhao Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of chapter)