The anxious roar of the crowd was not answered. Chen Wanrong and the others watched Sima Chengzhen's paintings. No one spoke, but just stared at the canvas.

Princess Taiping was the first to comment: "The Taoist Master is very thoughtful. He clearly has a picture of Taoism in the mountains, but only reveals a corner of the Taoist temple hidden in the green pine wood, which is in line with the style of the hermit and masters practicing. However, this Taoist temple is not realistic, but is obsessed with emptiness, which adds a little mystery in the hazy. The green mountains are green and the scenery is like a painting, and it is a good place to practice Taoism!"

When painting, you should not only pay attention to painting skills, but also artistic conception. Otherwise, the legend of "hiding ancient temples in the deep mountains" would not be passed down through the ages. Sima Chengzhen not only has extraordinary painting skills, but also has a unique layout, and is deeply aware of the true meaning of Taoism. Princess Taiping's comments were immediately approved by Wang Han and the others.

Li Sixun has a very good vision and commented from his painting skills: "The Taoist master has profound brushwork, wonderful use, delicate style, and has a sense of immortality. He is a rare and rare masterpiece!"

Princess Taiping couldn't help but be happy about this painting: "Master Taoist, can you give it to me?"

Sima Chengzhen smiled and said, "The Lord is not willing to dislike my lack of skills."

Princess Taiping was overjoyed and was blessed by Sima Chengzhen: "Thank you, Master. I dare to ask Master Dao to write an inscription."

Sima Chengzhen didn't say much, picked up the pen and wrote the inscription, and put down the pen with a wave. Princess Taiping was so happy that her white jade hands were rubbed blue: "Hang it up, let everyone appreciate it!"

Ye Liu and the others came over and hung up the paintings with all their might, which attracted a lot of praise, and even more admiration and sighs. It was obvious that if it weren't for the Lord Taiping, someone would have to pay a high price to buy them.

After admiring the painting for a while, someone yelled: "Wu Daozi, it's your turn!" Hearing that they were yelling so enthusiastically, they were afraid that Wu Daozi would cheat, and they underestimated people too much.

Wu Daozi didn't say much, and took the pen and waved the wine in his hand. With just a few strokes, he saw a green mountain appearing on the canvas, with lush trees and fragrant flowers and birds singing, making people feel as if they were immersed in the scene.

"Good technique!" Sima Chengzhen and Li Sixun and his son praised each other.

Princess Taiping nodded and said to Chen Wanrong: "Wanrong, you didn't say anything big. Mr. Wu's painting skills are the best in the world. The brushwork is vigorous, the lines are smooth, the whole layout is clear, and the flowers, plants and trees are lifelike. It must be a masterpiece!" She kept tapping her hands and praised her endlessly. Although she was not good at painting, she had seen many famous paintings, and her appreciation ability was good and her comments were very pertinent.

Li Sixun admired it for a while and had his own opinion: "What Mr. Taiping said is true, but according to my opinion, Mr. Wu's painting must be like a Taoist master. The brushwork seems to be higher than the Taoist master, but the Taoist master's paintings in the deep mountains are exposed, and the artistic conception is novel. If Mr. Wu wants to win, the artistic conception is worse than that."

"The general has been awarded too much, so I dare not be the one." Sima Chengzhen smiled humbly: "How can I compare with Mr. Wu? I am in my twilight years, and Mr. Wu is in his prime. He has such extraordinary techniques and his future is limitless! In another ten years, twenty years, Mr. Wu will definitely be the number one painter of the Tang Dynasty."

Although such praise is high, it is still insufficient. Wu Daozi's great talent has never been comparable to him for thousands of years. He has become one of the three rare artistic saints in Chinese history.

Li Sixun was among the generals, so painters called him the general, which was different from Li Zhaodao, the young general.

Princess Taiping agreed with Li Sixun's words: "The Taoist Master is too humble. Mr. Wu's painting skills are certainly good. If you want to beat you, you must have a great artistic conception. Whoever is better or worse, let's talk about it."

"Okay, let's talk about it." Sima Chengzhen also wanted to see how Wu Daozi, a genius, would beat him. Although he had no desire to compete, this matter was curious after all.

Strangely, Wu Daozi turned a deaf ear and just painted, and a brush was flying and hovering. In a short while, he drew a landscape painting. Li Sixun was skilled in landscape works and claimed to be good.

"Brother Wu, how to deal with this artistic conception?" Wang Han was also curious.

Wu Daozi said just one more time: "Look!" The brush in his hand started to sprinkle again, and it was completed in just a short while. He put down the pen. A colorful sound rang out, and Princess Taiping praised: "Good talent, good talent!"

Li Sixun and his son's underestimation for Wu Daozi had long disappeared, and they saluted Wu Daozi together: "I admire Mr. Wu's magical skills. I have such disrespectfulness just now, so I would like to forgive me."

Wu Daozi smiled slightly: "Li Jiangyan is so serious, I dare not take this."

Zheng Qing looked at the characters on the painting and commented: "This is Taoist Master! Taoist Master is already a fairy-like and has a radiant spirit. After Brother Wu's painting, his character, fairy-like spirit and charm are all superior."

After painting beautiful landscapes, Wu Daozi painted a Taoist priest who was cross-legged in the morning sun. His expression was solemn and there was a faint mist above his head. There must be a great man who was able to be a Taoist. This Taoist priest and Sima Chengzhen were both similar in form and spirit, but he was even better than the real person. Only Zheng Qing said this.

As for the artistic conception, it is naturally better than Sima Chengzhen’s Taoist temple. Sima Chengzhen was very impressed: “Mr. Wu’s masterpiece is a masterpiece, and I am willing to give it a chance.”

Wu Daozi returned the favor: "The Taoist priest is so serious, Wu Daozi dare not take it."

Princess Taiping couldn't put down this painting, and her eyes were shining with light: "I really want such a good painting. But, this painting should be the right way to master Taoist, do you have any objections to Mr. Wu?"

What she said was exactly what everyone thought. Even Chen Wanrong had the intention to take it for himself. There was no way. Who told Wu Daozi to paint so well?

Sima Chengzhen also liked this painting. He nodded slightly and looked at Wu Daozi. The calm appearance that had never been lingering in his mind no longer existed, and he was quite anxious.

"But it depends on the princess's disposal." Wu Daozi didn't say anything.

Sima Chengzhen's face was rarely filled with smiles: "I thank Mr. Wu!" He held the painting in his hand, walked to the crowd, and said, "People, please watch."

A surprising cheer sounded, and there were those who were surprised by Sima Chengzhen's immortal style in the painting, and more of them were praising Wu Daozi's extraordinary painting skills. After he finished walking around, Chen Wanrong and the others' ears were almost deaf.

Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "General Li, please."

Li Sixun shook his hands: "Shopkeeper Chen, aren't you making trouble for me? I used to really want to compete with Mr. Wu, but now I don't dare to show off my skills."

Wu Daozi has already made a big splash. Although Li Sixun's painting skills are excellent, they may not be better than Wu Daozi. It is reasonable to be unwilling to paint. However, Chen Wanrong has other ideas and should take this opportunity to earn more people for Wu Daozi. If he could get friends with Li Sixun and his son, it would be even better. He smiled and said, "General Li has said it. Now it is not a competition, but a competition to make friends through painting."

Li Sixun stopped talking and pondered. Chen Wanrong seized the opportunity and said, "General Li, you have excellent painting skills, but people like Brother Wu are hard to come by. If General Li doesn't give each other a calligraphy treasure, wouldn't it be a pity?" With 10% of the calligraphy treasures, their friendship will naturally come true, and Chen Wanrong is very good at calculating.

This proposal was really touching. Li Sixun no longer hesitated and said happily: "Shopkeeper Chen is good at saying this. Since that's the case, I'll be ugly. Please don't dislike the old and rotten wood that cannot be carved. Please give me a picture of ink."

Wu Daozi understood Chen Wanrong's intention and felt grateful. He smiled at Chen Wanrong and said, "For General Li, he dared not obey his orders. General Li, what kind of scenery do you like?"

Wu Daozi is an all-round painter, with all the works of characters, landscapes, ghosts and gods, pavilions, flowers and trees, birds and beasts. Li Sixun didn't know this yet, and asked in surprise: "Mr. Wu, what can you draw?"

"I'll paint even more if General Li likes it." Wu Daozi was still so humble and sincere. However, Li Sixun heard it. Wu Daozi had a sense of confidence in his words. He thought that since this was the case, he really had to study Wu Daozi carefully. After thinking for a moment, he immediately had an idea: "I have never been to the beach in my life and never seen the sea. I would also like to ask Mr. Wu to give me a coastal map. I can enjoy myself by looking at the pictures in the sea."

This requirement is a bit difficult. You must know that Wu Daozi's family is poor and may not have been to the beach. Even if he has been to the beach, he may not have remembered the coast. This painting is like reciting poetry, and only when he has gullies in his heart can he write with great spirit.

Princess Taiping couldn't help but frowned. Sima Chengzhen looked calm. Li Zhaodao was good at painting the coast. His eyes were very bright and he looked at Wu Daozi with great expectations.

"The general is interested, dare not obey orders!" Wu Daozi responded happily and shouted loudly, "Get the wine." It can be seen that he was very excited. The man hurriedly sent a bowl of wine. Wu Daozi took it and said, "Come again." After drinking three bowls in a row, he gave up.

After a brief breath, he held the pen in both hands, started working left and right, and walked the pen freely. Chen Wanrong and the others had seen Wu Daozi's two-hand drawing skills, but they were not surprised. Princess Taiping and the others were all surprised by Mo Ming. What surprised them the most was that Wu Daozi's two strokes were completely different, with the left hand drawing of the coast and the right hand drawing of the sea tide. The coast wall stood thousands of feet high, and the rocks penetrated the sky, which was steep and urgent, making people feel as if they were on the shore and suddenly felt frightened.

The tide on the right hand is wave after wave, and the waves are continuous, like thousands of horses galloping. At first glance, there is no end, making people feel that they are about to be swallowed by the waves, and they will feel a little afraid.

Princess Taiping, Sima Chengzhen, Li Sixun and his son were both knowledgeable people, and they would not be surprised by things. They had to open their mouths and even forget to applaud. It was not until Wu Daozi's coast and sea tide paintings were formed that they understood and cheered in unison. Princess Taiping kept nodding, rubbing her white jade hands, and was so excited that she couldn't say anything. Sima Chengzhen's eyes shone and could not move with Wu Daozi's brush. Li Sixun and his son were obviously close to each other and could see clearly, and could not help but stretched their necks and tiptoes.

After drawing the tide of the coast, Wu Daozi had already seen sweat on his forehead. He crossed his sleeve and gently waved his pen on the coast with his right hand a few times. He put down his pen and said, "General Li, are you satisfied?"

"Can you not be satisfied with this?" Princess Taiping's eyes shone with a little jealousy: "Mr. Wu, why don't you replace this old man with me? Look, Uncle Wang is condescending, watching the sea tide from afar, holding his beard, with a leisurely expression, both comfortable and courageous, which makes people envious. Those who can watch the sea in such a high place must have extraordinary courage. Uncle Wang, do you have it?"

Li Sixun agreed with her comments, but she whispered: "Uncle Wang doesn't, do you have one? Haha, I didn't expect that I am not only extremely courageous, but also calm and composed."

The old man on the coast was very similar to Li Sixun, and he was more peaceful and leisurely. If he was not satisfied, he would be unreasonable. When he was happy, he kept touching his beard: "I am so good at painting, I am content! I would like to ask Mr. Wu to write an inscription!"

Wu Daozi didn't say anything, held the pen in his hand, and took it with a wave. Li Sixun thanked him, picked up the painting, unfolded with Li Zhaodao, and walked past the crowd. This attracted a sound of surprise, colorful sound, and even sighs that were unavailable because of admiration.

"Mr. Wu, can you please draw a painting like this for me? I will draw me in?" A fat and round middle-aged man squeezed out of the crowd and dressed in luxurious brocade robes, must be a big family.

The noise of the crowd suddenly calmed down. I stared at Wu Daozi and waited for him to answer. The middle-aged man hurriedly added: "You can do as much money as you want, one thousand taels, five thousand taels, and ten thousand taels, I will pay for it." He was careless, as if he was very rich.

He was covered in a state of stinking, which made people disgusted. Wu Daozi said slowly, "I appreciate it, and I should be ordered. But now I don't have time, so please give me another day."

The middle-aged man still didn't give up: "Mr. Wu, how much time do you have? I'll wait for you."

After making an appointment, Wu Daozi's fame has already risen. Chen Wanrong was relieved and smiled and said, "If you sincerely ask for painting, you can leave your address and wait until Mr. Wu has time." Now it is important to improve his fame, not to make money. Only by having a reputation can you get money.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "No, I'll wait for Mr. Wu."

He was actually very stubborn, and Chen Wanrong really couldn't have imagined it. Wu Daozi smiled and said, "I don't have time today, I will come and see you again another day." He didn't say he died, he left room for his words and spoke appropriately, and did not have the slightest arrogance because of his fame. He has a precious character.

"We are waiting for Mr., too." A dozen rich people in gorgeous clothes suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, with eager lights in their eyes: "Mr. I have time to say something, why don't you send someone to ask for a letter every day."

Before the sale was launched, someone made a reservation. This is a great thing. Chen Wanrong clasped his fists and said, "I appreciate it for you. Thank you here. Please wait for Mr. Wu to finish his friends and sell Mr. Wu's paintings. If you are interested, please enjoy them at that time."

"Oh, why didn't you say it earlier?" There was a burst of complaints in the crowd, as if Chen Wanrong was so guilty.

"Sure, certain!"

"Shopkeeper Chen, what did Mr. Wu paint?" Everyone's eagerness was hard to express, and they wanted to appreciate Wu Daozi's masterpiece now.

Chen Wanrong couldn't be a good person, so he clasped his fists: "Not to say it now, you can buy it later."

"Oh!" A sigh sounded. I looked around and wanted to find someone to ask me clearly, but no one knew it, so I had to wait patiently. More than a dozen rich people began to figure out the question of how much they cost.

Princess Taiping looked at the tide viewing map for a while, but she couldn't bear to let it go and sighed repeatedly: "Uncle Wang, it's your turn."

Li Sixun answered his order happily and picked up his brush to draw on the painting. Chen Wanrong saw that Li Sixun's skills were really not a big deal, no wonder he could invite Princess Taiping to the finale. The brushwork was strong and the style was fine. A landscape painting made the clouds floating in the clouds and magnificent, which made people amazed.

After only half of the paintings, Wu Daozi commented: "Flowers, plants, birds and beasts are extremely beautiful, with different expressions. They live in secluded places. They learn from Zhan Ziqian of the previous dynasty." Zhan Ziqian was a great painter of the Sui Dynasty.

Li Sixun stopped and exclaimed: "Little friend, I just like Zhan Ziqian. If he read too many paintings, he will be influenced by him and he will be unknowingly there will be his shadow."

Wu Daozi smiled and said, "Seniors learn from Master Zhan. How lucky is Wu Daozi to see him?"

Li Sixun smiled and then started drawing. He finished painting in one go, and the inscription was written on the subject. A superb landscape painting was presented to everyone, and he admired it for a while and praised it.

Wang Han patted Chen Wanrong on the shoulder, and the two of them held a corner each and walked around the crowd. A cheer sounded, but they did not see the excitement and passion of Wu Daozi's paintings. The quality of the painting was judged.

Li Sixun's old man could not hear any reason. He clasped his fists and said, "Shame, ashamed. My friend, my brother exchanged for the best, and took advantage of it, and took advantage of it!" After that, he laughed so happily.

Wu Daozi clasped his fists and replied, "What did the general say? Wu Daozi was about to ask for more advice, so he asked the general to give him advice."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Li Sixun was very excited: "My friend is welcome to the humble house when you have time, so he can linger more." He glared: "My friend, don't talk about the general at once, it's awkward, call me old brother."

Wu Daozi was stunned and said happily: "In this way, it's better to obey your orders than respect. I'll forgive me for your wishes." Li Sixun hurriedly held Wu Daozi's hand, and was so intimate that he was like an old naughty boy.
Chapter completed!