Zhang Jie's vast picture of smoke waves was originally plain, but after Mo Changsheng's modification, it had an extra magical power.

How high is Mo Changsheng's realm?

That's a height that is unattainable for all the so-called masters of Chinese painting today!

Mo Changsheng's Luo Shen Lingbo map, at first glance, is still the vast picture of smoke waves, plain and unremarkable.

But as soon as you look at it, you will unconsciously be attracted to it, and then you will fall into a dreamlike illusion, and even feel that your body and mind have been cleansed.

"Originally, I just wanted to draw a good picture for Qingyan, but I never thought that I would inadvertently practice the Wandering Illusion Technique!"

Mo Changsheng was happy in his heart.

The Wandering Illusion Mind Technique is a secret technique of soul cultivation that Mo Changsheng accidentally obtained in his previous life, and it is one of the mastery of the Zhen Sect of the Great Sect of Cultivation.

The strength of the soul is absolutely extremely important to a cultivator.

Whether it is the practice of the exercises, the study of the cultivation of the true arts, and especially the comprehension of the "Tao", the soul has an immeasurable role.

Therefore, any sect of cultivation is extremely precious for the secret technique of soul cultivation, and it is easy not to show it, Mo Changsheng can get the "Easy Illusion Technique", and he can't help but say that his luck in his previous life was invincible.

"Changsheng, are you really painting me? am I really so beautiful?"

Wen Qingyan looked at "Luo Shen Lingbotu" obsessively, covering her mouth in disbelief and babbling obsessively.

"Naturally, it's Qingyan!"

Mo Changsheng smiled dotingly and handed the painting to Wen Qingyan: "Changsheng borrowed flowers to offer Buddha today, and gave it to you!"

"No way!"

"No way!"

Two loud shouts suddenly rang out, one was what Professor Chen said, and the other was from the backstage.

Mo Changsheng turned his head to look and found that an old man who was over the age of sixteen was striding towards him at a speed that was extremely incompatible with his age.

"This painting was made by Mo for my girlfriend, and I also said before that I would borrow flowers to offer Buddha, why can't I give it to Qingyan. ”

Mo Changsheng looked at the visitor dislikedly, and at the same time glanced at Professor Chen in confusion.

"Don't misunderstand, children, the old man said no, just to wait for Dean Zhang to come over, and wanted him to see such a masterpiece. ”

Seeing Mo Changsheng's unhappy face, Professor Chen hurriedly explained:

Although the old man has not studied Chinese painting, he is not blind! This picture of Luo Shen Lingbo by the child is definitely the best Chinese painting that the old man has seen over the years. Dean Zhang is my best friend, he is a painting idiot, if he knows that the old man failed to let him see this masterpiece, he will have to entangle me endlessly. ”

Professor Chen looked at the old man who had just come over with a smile and introduced:

"He is my best friend Zhang Tianchen, the dean of our Chinese Literature Department, and the vice president of the Huaxia Chinese Painters Association, by the way, he is also Zhang Jie's grandfather. ”

Mo Changsheng looked at the depressed Zhang Tianchen speechlessly, and believed Professor Chen's comments on his painting idiot.

From the moment the old man stepped on the stage, he ignored everyone around him, and leaned over to admire the Luo Shen Lingbo Tu that was put back on the table by Wen Qingyan.

"Wonderful, wonderful! Amazing, amazing!"

While appreciating, Zhang Tianchen read the words.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

After admiring it for a long time, this old man seemed to have been dug up his ancestral grave, and it was a pity.

Professor Chen deliberately teased him and deliberately asked, "What's the pity?"

Zhang Tianchen didn't raise his head, and said with great regret:

"This painting is really a master's work, the pinnacle of perfection! But this painting was obviously completed in two parts, and the master who painted it later must have recreated this work on a piece of bullshit. ”

The old man shook his head as he spoke.

"It's a pity that this amazing work is a piece of work! The strength of the painter who originally painted is also a small success, but compared with the masters who changed the painting later, it is completely different, and the gap is simply incomprehensible!"

"Don't let the old man know which idiot made the original painting, it's just a tyrannical thing, a waste of the master's masterpiece in vain!"

Professor Chen was still childlike and said badly: "What are you going to do if you know who he is and that he is a student of our school?"

"The old man has to break his legs!" Zhang Tianchen said angrily.

Zhang Jie looked at his grandfather in a cold sweat.

"Is this still the grandfather who usually boasts about his artistic cells when he sees people?"

Professor Chen held back a smile and pointed at the bad Chao Zhangjie: "Ah, the first author of this painting is him!"

Zhang Tianchen raised his head angrily, and then was embarrassed to see his proud grandson looking at him innocently.

"Old fellow, did you do it on purpose?!"

The old man glared at Professor Chen, who was snickering, and he didn't understand that he had been swiped by his old friend.

Suddenly, the old man also laughed evilly, picked up another piece of rice paper on the bookcase, and said proudly: "This painting is a pity, but this painting is a real masterpiece!"

That character was the little poem that Mo Changsheng wrote casually.

"The Wen family has a female name Qingyan,

Mo's eternal life in this world.

Roselle reincarnated,

It's not as beautiful as a beauty!"

Old Man Zhang shook his head and read:

"Is this the fairy in the painting Wen Qingyan? This name is quite familiar! Who is Mo Changsheng?"

"Do you just remember it now? I have returned the drawings and words, we should go back!"

Mo Changsheng said calmly.

It's not early, it's almost time to go to Tianxian Restaurant with Sister Qingyan to help.

He had been watching coldly just now, and he didn't stop Zhang Tianchen from appreciating the painting, which was already very face-saving.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was really obsessed with Chinese painting, he wouldn't care if the other party was the dean or not.

As for his age, Mo Changsheng's real age is more than two hundred years old, and Zhang Tianchen, who is only in his sixties, is not worthy of letting him "respect the elderly", and "love the young" is almost the same!

"No, please wait a moment!"

This time, it was Professor Chen's turn to be obsessed.

The little poem just now was blocked under the painting, he didn't see it, and now it was picked up by Old Man Zhang, and he was suddenly shocked.

"This word! Oh my God!"

Professor Chan went crazy:

"Flowing clouds, chic and elegant, delicate bones, beautiful dot painting, sparse and dense, white and ingenious, no matter horizontal, vertical, point, apostrophe, hook, fold, pinch, it can really be said that the calligraphy is wonderful. ”

"I can't see the true copy of the Lanting preface of the book saint Wang Xizhi, this is a regret in life, I can't imagine that today I have the honor to appreciate this masterpiece that is no less than the book saint's work, and even witness its birth with my own eyes, die without regrets, die without regrets!"

A line of hot tears slipped down the corners of Professor Chen's eyes, he trembled his hands, wiped and wiped desperately, and then carefully took the little poem, and his solemn attitude made the old dean Zhang who had a bad heart embarrassed to entangle again.