Chang Sheng was disdainful. He had no time to pay attention to this group of waste now. The important thing now is to ask Xie Shiwen the identity of the person who bought the painting. Otherwise, if the time is too long, the person will go away and find him again.
"Miss Xie, come and help me handle the handover procedures."
"Mr. Cheng Mo?" Xie Shiwen raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. A hint of joy suddenly appeared on her face.
"Okay, Mr. Cheng Mo, I will help you with the procedures now. Please come here."
Xie Shiwen waved her hand and took Chang Sheng to a nearby room.
Chang Sheng followed Xie Shiwen closely, his eyes unconsciously falling. Under Xie Shiwen's burly skirt, the plump ** was tightly wrapped.
My heart couldn't help but tremble. After not seeing her for a while, she was still as charming as a fairy as ever.
"bump……"
As the sound of the door closed, Chang Sheng and Xie Shiwen walked into the room. When they heard the door closed, Xie Shiwen remembered the situation in the underground warehouse of Mengshan City. Suddenly, a blush crawled onto their pretty face, and their beautiful appearance made Chang Sheng stunned for a moment.
After standing there for a moment, Chang Sheng suddenly woke up in his heart. He was here to find Xie Shiwen to do a serious business, but why was it because of Xie Shiwen's beauty distracted?
"Ahem."
Chang Sheng smiled awkwardly, calmed down his mind, and immediately asked, "Shiwen, I came to you because of a private matter. I want to know, do you know the person who bought the scroll with a lot of money, his identity, or where he is now?"
"That gentleman? Are you talking about the gentleman in the room 311 on the second floor?" Xie Shiwen didn't think about it when she heard the voice, and said directly: "I haven't been in the capital for a long time. I don't know that gentleman, but I heard from the people in the auction house call him, it seems that he is called a painting saint!"
"The Painting Saint! It turns out it's him! He really found it without any effort to search for it. It turns out that he is in the capital. No wonder he bought a painting at such a high price. It turns out that he is the Painting Saint!"
Chang Sheng was overjoyed and excitedly grabbed Xie Shiwen's hands and asked anxiously: "Where is he now, or what is really special about him? You can describe it to me and I'll go find him."
Xie Shiwen was grabbed with her hands, her body trembled suddenly, and she instinctively wanted to struggle away, but when she saw Cheng Mo's face in front of her, she just moved a little and stopped struggling, and a hint of surprise appeared on her face.
She has known the man in front of her for quite some time. This is the first time she has had such an anxious moment when she saw this man. It seems that the Painting Saint is really important to him.
"The painting saint, his whole body was covered in a huge black cloak. I haven't seen his appearance clearly. However, he seemed to have just handed over the procedures with the auction house. I think he should have walked out of the auction house now. According to my estimate, he should have walked out of the auction house from exit No. 3, and the place 2 should be..."
Xie Shiwen said behind her, and said to herself, turning back and opening the window behind her. Suddenly, a noise outside the auction hall downstairs came into the room.
"It's him! Hurry up, Cheng Mo. Come and see, he's right below."
Xie Shiwen looked down and saw only a few breaths, and suddenly turned around and shouted at Chang Sheng.
"What? He's right below?"
Chang Sheng heard the sound and rushed behind Xie Shiwen, reached to the window, and looked down.
"He...he is that..." Xie Shiwen suddenly felt a figure pressing over behind her, and she squeezed tightly behind her. Her pretty face suddenly turned red. She raised her finger and pointed it for a long time before pointing to the person.
"It turns out that this person is very good. Thank you Shiwen. This is my license plate. You can leave it to me first. I will do it in advance. You can hand it over to my junior brother after you finish everything. You know my junior brother Changsheng. As for the money spent on auctions, just deduct it from the ragged life-enhancing pill. I have refined those elixirs!"
While speaking, Chang Sheng took out a piece from the Qiankun bag that looked like the Painting Saint, and uploaded it to the wide black cloak and quickly went downstairs. This kind of black cloak is rare in other places, but in the auction hall, many people who come to buy things wear this kind of clothes.
Chang Sheng quickly walked out of the auction hall, found the Painting Saint, wearing a black cloak, and followed him all the way.
Soon, he followed Danqing Huasheng out of the city gate and walked all the way to the suburbs. The more he walked, the more remote the road became. As he walked, Danqing Huasheng turned into a small path. As a result, only he and Danqing Huasheng were left on the road.
"My friend, you are following you all the way. I wonder what important things to give me?"
The Danqing Huasheng suddenly stopped, turned around, and his eyes hidden under the cloak looked over.
"Sage of Painting, please don't get me wrong. I have no malice." In order to show that he has no malice sincerity, Chang Sheng took off his black cloak that was draped outside and revealed his face, and said, "I'm the one who takes the liberty to follow the Sage of Painting this time, and I have something to ask for."
"Oh? What's the matter?" Danqing Huasheng stood there and looked at the middle-aged man with a beard on the opposite side, and was stunned. Isn't the person in front of him who finally took the expensive medicinal herb at the auction? What did he do with him? But his words should be true. Although the other party followed along the way, he did not intend to hide it.
"I want to ask the Painting Saint to help draw a painting! My painting cannot be painted without the Painting Saint. When I was in another place, I heard someone say, "Sir, you have appeared in the Nongju Pavilion and painted a painting, so I rushed to the capital immediately, but you have already left. Fortunately, there is no way out, but I met Mr. here again."
Chang Sheng bowed and said, "I want a map of the prosperous country and the country. This map must be at least achieved. If you only look at it, it is like entering the prosperous age of 3. Moreover, the prosperous age in the picture must also give people a kind of life, which is constantly changing, rather than a dead one. This requirement, besides the painting saint, I could not think of a second person as a second person to make such a painting, so the boy took the liberty to disturb the painting saint, and please don't be surprised. Of course, just speak up if you have any requirements."
"Request? I didn't." When Danqing Huasheng heard Chang Sheng's words, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Because I can't draw this painting."
"Don't draw? Why?" Chang Sheng was shocked when he heard this and said loudly: "Mr. Huasheng, don't worry. As long as you can help me make this painting, I will definitely satisfy you in the final reward, or whatever you want is."
"This is not a matter of conditional reward." The Danqing Huasheng sighed and said, "Because I can't draw the painting you mentioned at all, my strength cannot meet your requirements. If I insist on drawing, I may be able to draw the painting you requested, but I will definitely die of vomiting blood. So, young people are sorry, I can't draw your painting."
"Can't draw? If you can't even draw this painting, then who else can draw it?" Chang Sheng felt nervous when he heard the words of the Painting Saint. The Painting Saint is already the best person he knows to draw, and he is also called the Painting Saint. Even a Painting Saint cannot draw his own paintings, so can anyone draw the paintings he requires?
Are you destined to not use the Shengshi Catalogue in advance?
Chang Sheng looked at the painting saint with some disbelief and even expected, and asked, "Sage of Painting, aren't you joking? I once saw the tiger portrait you drew. The tiger on it is like a real tiger. You can draw a tiger, so you should be able to draw the map of the prosperous era and the country I want."
"Just? I never joke. If I can't draw, I can't draw. The pictures you want need to reach the second level of painting, but I just reached the first level and I can't complete your painting at all!"
"The realm of painting? The first level? The second level?" Chang Sheng was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he heard someone say that painting.
When the Painting Saint faced Chang Sheng's problem, he showed no impatience. He pondered for a moment and said, "Young man, since I can't help you, let me explain it to you. Painting is divided into four realms! The first realm is lifelike, which is my current realm. If I do it, it will be lifelike as if it is real."
"The second realm is called immersiveness, which is the realm you require. At this level, the painting is about life, no longer a dead object, but a living object, with various apparent actions, which make people look at it as if they are in it, and this is about immersiveness."
"The third realm is called using false to distort the real. When the painter reaches this level, the paintings he makes can truly be distorted with false to distort the realm. The appearance, breathing, and sound of the things in the painting are all the same as the real."
Dan 4 Qing Huasheng found that he said this, but the other party didn't seem to understand it very clearly. After thinking about it, he continued, "Take a tiger for example. The tiger I painted can only be vivid, so that the hunter thought he had encountered a real tiger at a glance, which scared them and asked them to shoot it with arrows. But I could only do this. What the tiger I painted looks like, what it looks like."
"And the second realm, the tiger drawn in the immersive situation is like the painting in my hand. The tiger in the painting will give people a feeling of constant jumping, making people feel that it is full of vitality. However, it can only move but cannot make a sound."
"When it reaches the third realm, the tiger in the painting can besides running and jumping, it can also make various sounds, such as tiger roars, wails, and even heavy breathing. As for the legendary fourth realm..."