The famous painting saint in the world of saints is now in front of Zhang Xiaofeng, which really surprised Zhang Xiaofeng. Although the dialogue is simple, the old man of the painting saint is full of endless wisdom. I wonder if it is because Zhang Xiaofeng saved his disciples, it is because Zhang Xiaofeng's previous praise touched the painting saint. At this moment, the painting saint treats Zhang Xiaofeng more like a newcomer.

After looking at Zhang Xiaofeng, the Painting Saint looked at Zhang Xiaofeng and then said: "Whether it is a magic weapon or the supreme magic trick, it is always an auxiliary object. To have Mahayana, you must have a strong state of mind. My pen is unique in the world, but it is only my pen. Whether it can draw a good work lies in how I grasp things. Even without this pen, I can still create something else. Although the quality may not be better than this pen, it is at least the best work in the world."

Zhang Xiaofeng listened carefully to the words of the Painting Saint and continued to understand it in his heart. After a moment, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly said: "Buddha is called Buddha's heart. What you are referring to now is the heart of Tao!"

"Haha! Young man, I really can't tell you that you are young and know a lot!" Hua Sheng's eyes lit up and he looked at Zhang Xiaofengdao with a smile.

"I'm not talented, I just understand a little bit!" Zhang Xiaofeng said humbly.

"Young man, this is good to be modest, but if you are too modest, that is hypocritical. Just by your words, I can see that you are a man of great wisdom." The old man from the painting saint reminded.

"Seniors have really been too proud. They may indeed have some talent in some fields, but no one is perfect. Just like in the painting realm, the seniors' attainments are unpredictable, and they are not arrogant." Zhang Xiaofeng said truthfully.

"Come on! Don't belittle yourself. And I can see that you seem to have some attainments in the painting environment. Let's talk about what you feel all the way here." The Painting Saint obviously felt that Zhang Xiaofeng was very considerate of his appetite, but he still had a strict attitude on the surface.

"Haha! That younger generation is worse than respectful, so we should evaluate it from our own point of view. However, if you say it wrong, I hope you will forgive me and you can give me some advice." Zhang Xiaofeng bowed and said.

Then Zhang Xiaofeng sorted out his thoughts and began to slowly say: "On the way here, I saw countless works of my predecessors, each of which is a perfect work. It makes people linger and intoxicated. There are also real and false things that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, difficult to distinguish between themselves, and illusion. It can be seen that the predecessors have given each work of them very high attentiveness and attention. All of this reflects the high level of painting of a superb painter."

After a pause, Zhang Xiaofeng continued: "Although paintings are just works, a painting can explain the philosophy of life and reflect a person's inner world. The paintings of seniors contain Tao everywhere and reveal the morality of life everywhere. The younger generations have a lot of feelings in it, which also makes the younger generation feel extremely respect for the older generation. It's just..."

"It's just what?" The old man of the Saint of Painting closed his eyes slightly and was shocked when he listened to Zhang Xiaofeng's comments. The young man in front of him seemed very young, but he actually understood the painting situation so thoroughly, and he was a good seedling of a painter. However, when he heard Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly change his tone, the old man of the Saint of Painting opened his eyes and stared at Zhang Xiaofeng.

Zhang Xiaofeng looked back at the old man of the Painting Saint and then said, "Every work has the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty. However, after appreciating all the works below, the younger generation suddenly felt a little confused. For a moment, they didn't know that the work was the most beautiful. In this way, it is indeed unparalleled to express the works of the seniors, but from it, I feel that there is less transcendence. It is like there is a lot of sand on the beach."

Fang Tianzheng and Dong'er stood respectfully at the door. When they heard Zhang Xiaofeng's evaluation, they felt that the evaluation was very praiseworthy at first. However, when Zhang Xiaofeng used the paintings of the painting saint, such as the sand on the beach, both of them couldn't help but sweat. The works of the painting saint in the world of saints are incomparable to anyone, and are extremely precious and priceless, so how could it be a pile of sand?

Chang'e was standing behind Zhang Xiaofeng at this time and was shocked when she heard this. As soon as Zhang Xiaofeng said this, she was extremely disrespectful to the Painting Saint. If she offended the Painting Saint, one of the four elegant saints, could she still leave this door?

"Haha..." "Hahaha!" The old man from the Saint of Painting sneered at first, but then burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofeng smiled slightly, and then sat down on the chair to the left of the Saint of Painting, waiting for the Saint of Painting to finish laughing.

"Young man, you really don't know that the sky is high. You actually compared my husband's works to the inconspicuous sand on the beach. In the world, you, the only boy, have commented like this." After the Huasheng laughed, he stared at Zhang Xiaofeng.

"Haha! I don't dare, I don't dare. It's because I am ignorant." Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't hear that the Painting Saint was criticized, which was a natural way.

"Hmph! Didn't I tell you not to be too humble? I will look down on you in this way!" The old man from the Saint of Painting said angrily.

"Haha! That younger generation accepted it with shamelessness." Zhang Xiaofeng also looked at the Taoist Painting at this time.

"Yeah!" The old man of the painting saint stroked his little white beard and said, "Although you are a bit derogatory, your evaluation is deeply recognized by me. I know why I put a stone tablecloth in the courtyard and hanged a pen on the beam of the room? That's because I also feel that it is difficult for me to surpass myself. Every work has indeed reached a perfect state, but once the aesthetic view is lost, what beauty can there be?"

"So, the seniors regard themselves as paintings, because what a painting requires is vivid and full of emotions. Outsiders come here to feel that they are wandering in the paintings, and they also feel that they have become the landscape in the paintings. However, what the seniors want to express is not an artistic conception, but a real life, which allows people to discover beauty from a simple life. Only the beauty recognized in their hearts is the supreme definition of beauty." Zhang Xiaofeng then analyzed the meaning of the Painting Saint.

Regarding Zhang Xiaofeng's analysis, the old man of the Saint of Painting was really shocked at this moment. Then he asked Zhang Xiaofeng in surprise: "Young man, what kind of encounter did you understand this? I have tried my whole life to step into this threshold."

"Uh..." Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed when he heard this, and then said, "Senior, if you are the junior, don't laugh."

"Oh, what's the point of laughing?" The Hua Sheng became even more curious when he saw Zhang Xiaofeng's expression.

"Haha!" Zhang Xiaofeng still felt a little embarrassed. After a pause, he said: "In the past, it may be difficult for me to understand the definition of beauty, but when I saw a woman, I understood it very well."

"A woman? How dare you ask for the name of the emperor?" The old man from the Saint of Painting asked in surprise. After all, it is difficult for the Saint of Painting to believe that you can understand the definition of beauty and ugliness when you see someone, so how powerful the charm of that person will be.

"The sinking fish living in the Three Saints Gate of the Three Saints Mountains." Zhang Xiaofeng said directly.

"Shenyu?" The old man from the Saint of Painting tried hard to search for his memory, but in his memory, he had never heard of Shenyu.

"The Shenyu woman is not very strong, and she is about the realm of the Holy Heaven. It obviously does not attract attention in the saint world. But I feel that as long as I have seen the Shenyu woman, I will never forget it. At least I will still be unforgettable to it." Zhang Xiaofeng said the truth.

"Mr. Lang, I have never seen a sunken fish. What does she look like?" Chang'e kept listening to Zhang Xiaofeng's conversation with the Hua Sheng, and of course she could not interrupt herself. Therefore, when she heard Zhang Xiaofeng lifting the sunken fish, she couldn't help but become curious.

"Haha! Chang'e, it's better not to know. If you know, you might regret it." Zhang Xiaofeng explained helplessly.

"How could you regret it? Could it be that the other party is comparable to a fairy?" Chang'e couldn't help but said a little jealous.

Although Chang'e's voice was small, the Painting Saint could clearly hear it very clearly. Now she is quite curious about Shenyu. After all, what kind of woman is she? The aesthetics of the person she faces has such a great promotion effect, so she said: "Young man, although I have never seen this Shenyu woman, can I admire the other person's face?"

Zhang Xiaofeng was a little regretful at this time, why did he get the sinking fish? But seeing that the Painting Saint was so curious, Chang'e, Fang Zhengtian and Dong'er were also looking forward to it, so Zhang Xiaofeng had to show the statue of the sinking fish in the hall again.

"kindness?"

Once the image of the sinking fish was displayed in the hall, the mood of the painting saint who had already entered the painting began to loosen. The seat, which was originally sitting well but was as stable as a pine tree, couldn't help but tremble, and even retreated a little. The hands that were originally placed gently on the seat handle also showed blue veins, and they held the handle tightly. Perhaps only in this way would it not cause you to fall.

"Ah..." Seeing this, Chang'e shouted with urgency, and buried her head in Zhang Xiaofeng's arms the next moment.

"Ghost..." Dong'er was obviously a little simple, but when she saw such a scary thing, she subconsciously threw herself into Fang Tianzheng's arms.

Fang Tianzheng's eyes were a little dizzy, his legs became weak, and he fell to the ground with Dong'er.

"Sin, sin..." Although Zhang Xiaofeng was immune to the sinking fish, he felt quite uncomfortable when he saw the sinking fish again. After silently reciting a few words, he put away the sinking fish.

The Huasheng's eyes were blurred at this time and he could not see his heart. However, judging from the state of not yet calming down, the Huasheng must have been passive. It may take a certain amount of time to relieve it.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaofeng gently stroked Chang'e's back, gave comfort, and waited for the Painting Saint to return to his senses.

As time ticked by, the body of the old man who painted the saint was a little loose, and then colors appeared on his body, constantly surrounding himself. These little colors were like weaving a beautiful scroll, but when the scroll was successful, it was crushed again and re-adorned a new picture. This repeated alternation finally stopped when the picture was fixed in the last one.
Chapter completed!