In Liu Wuxie's previous life, she also had many friends. In addition to Fandors, the painting saint Yuan Wenchang was also one of them.
"The painter who painted at Mochou Lake is a direct disciple of the painting sage Yuan Yongchang. I heard that he received the true biography of the painting sage and can paint various artistic conceptions in every painting."
The young man said quickly.
Regardless of whether Liu Wuxie agreed or disagreed, after finishing speaking, he turned around and left.
A painting by the painting saint Yuan Yongchang can be sold for a sky-high price because there are various artistic conceptions stored in his paintings.
For example, the artistic conception of mountains, the artistic conception of water, the artistic conception of stones, the artistic conception of fairy arts, etc.
At that time, many immortal emperors sought paintings from the painting sage Yuan Yongchang.
If this painter is really a disciple of the painting saint Yuan Yongchang, Liu Wuxie really wants to meet him.
From his words, we should be able to find out where the painting saint Yuan Yongchang went.
If Liu Wuxie wants to complete his great cause of revenge, it is not enough for him and the Tiandao Society alone. He needs to find some old friends from the past to help him take revenge.
Painting sage Yuan Yongchang is at the peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm and has extremely high cultivation. If he had not pursued the ultimate in painting, he would not have sealed himself in the art of painting.
Following the flow of people, Liu Wuxie rushed towards Mochou Lake.
After walking for about Mochou tea time, a huge lake appeared in front of it. It was surrounded by a sea of people, one layer inside and one outside. The water around Mochou Lake was blocked.
"I heard that the painter will make ten paintings today. I wish I could buy one."
There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd. The first reason why they came was to witness the painter painting, and the second was to try their luck and see if they had a chance to buy one.
Back then, the Painting Saint relied on his painting skills to carve out a niche for himself, and his status was not lower than that of the Immortal Emperor. One can imagine how powerful his painting skills were.
Just one painting once sealed an entire plane.
"It's a beautiful thought. A painting of the young master is of infinite value. It's beyond the reach of ordinary people like us."
Many people expressed sarcasm, saying that even if the master painter gave the painting to them, they did not deserve it.
Liu Wuxie ignored the comments around her and walked towards the middle area.
A high platform has been built in the middle of Mochou Lake, and there are many people standing on it. They all come here because of their powerful cultivation.
Liu Wuxie used his ghost eyes to see everything in the middle of Mochou Lake.
There is a young man sitting in the middle area, about 27 or 28 years old, surrounded by a large number of painting tools. He should be the painting master they call him, a direct disciple of the painting saint Yuan Wenchang.
Around the high platform, there are many masters sitting, all with advanced cultivation levels, old and young. The one with the highest cultivation level is an old man, who has reached the peak Immortal King Realm.
The other people's cultivation levels are not low either, and they are basically around the Immortal King realm.
Liu Wuxie's eyes suddenly fell on a young woman. Her face was covered with gauze, so her true appearance could not be seen. She was wearing a long green dress that tightly wrapped her body. This woman's cultivation level was not low, and she was actually at the peak of the Immortal King realm.
Behind the woman, there were two maids standing, holding flower baskets with unknown contents inside.
The painter sitting in the middle glanced at the woman inadvertently from the corner of his eye.
From the conversations of those around her, Liu Wuxie basically understood the background of those on the high platform.
The old man with the highest cultivation level is a family patriarch in the city, his real name is Zhuang Du. Most of the other monks are from the city, a few are from other places, and a few of them coincidentally meet.
There are also a steady stream of strong people coming to the high platform, and the lowest cultivation level is the Immortal King level.
Those below the Immortal King realm are not qualified to get close, so they can only stand at the edge of the lake and observe.
In less than a minute of tea, the high platform was already overcrowded. Most of the monks on the stage could be called by their names, but no one seemed to know the woman. She must have been here for the first time.
Coupled with the veil covering her face, even Liu Wuxie couldn't see her true face.
"Master Hua, when shall we start?"
Zhuang Du asked at this time.
As the patriarch of the family, he has a lot of things to deal with every day.
When I learned that the painting sage's direct disciple had come to Dacheng, I put aside everything and came to observe.
With their status, they are not qualified to see the authentic works of the painting saint. If they can get a painting by the painting saint's direct disciple and spread it out in the future, they will also have a reputation.
"Thank you all for your support. As before, I will only make ten paintings and give them to ten destined people."
From the corner of his eye, the painter withdrew his eyes from the woman in green, straightened the drawing board, and prepared to paint.
Liu Wuxie finally squeezed to the edge of the railing and could see everything in the lake more clearly.
I plan to wait for the master painter to finish the painting and contact him privately to find out the whereabouts of the master painter.
"Exactly, if you give it to a destined person, the one who pays the highest price will not get it."
Next to Liu Wuxie stood a man in Tsing Yi, who was similar in age to Liu Wuxie, with a contemptuous tone.
His saliva sprayed onto Liu Wuxie's neck, and he was obviously a little angry.
"how do I say this?"
Liu Wuxie looked at the man curiously and asked doubtfully.
At that time, the painting saint Yuan Yongchang painted a lot of paintings, but rarely sold them. When he met someone he was destined for, he would give away a few paintings and did not make a living from it.
According to Yuan Yongchang, truly good paintings are only given to people who know how to paint.
If you don't understand this painting, even if it is given to you, it will be a pearl covered in dust and a good thing wasted in vain.
"I have been with this painter for a long time. He has been to several big cities in the past few months. He is a really good painter. He can paint various artistic conceptions in every painting. However, the price is also ridiculously expensive, and ordinary people cannot afford it.
"
The young man did not hide anything and told Liu Wuxie everything he had seen and heard in the past few months.
Liu Wuxie frowned after hearing the young man's narration.
If Mr. Painter is really a direct disciple of Painting Saint Yuan Yongchang, wouldn't he be afraid that Painting Saint Yuan Yongchang would blame him for doing this?
And as far as Liu Wuxie knows, the painting sage Yuan Yongchang has not accepted any disciples in these years.
Because Liu Wuxie was reincarnated and returned, he was not sure. In the past seven or eight years, the painting saint Yuan Yongchang had closed down his disciples, so he was not sure about the identity of the painting master.
The Painting Saint is most disgusted by people selling his paintings. If he knew that the painting he sent out was sold at a high price, he would personally come to take back the painting.
Therefore, paintings by immortal painters rarely appear on the market.
"Have you been painting with him in this way for several months?"
Liu Wuxie continued to ask.
"Yes."
The young man nodded and looked towards the middle of Mochou Lake, because the painter had already started painting.
Liu Wuxie frowned and did not continue to ask, but also looked at the center of the lake.
I saw the painter holding a brush in his hand, and various dyes appeared on the painting paper.
This is no ordinary drawing paper, but has been specially manufactured to withstand blisters and fire.
It can be said to be invulnerable and can also be used as a protective magic weapon.
Just this piece of drawing paper is worth hundreds of thousands of fairy stones. This painting master is really good at it.
In less than a minute of tea, a crane appeared on the drawing paper, trying to fly away in the wind. The painting was so lifelike. At first glance, it seemed that the crane could come out of the paper and really fly out. It was very lifelike.
Liu Wuxie kept opening her ghost eyes, and could see every move of the painting master, including every expression on his face, and the changes in the dye, all clearly.
Suddenly, Liu Wuxie's eyes narrowed, as if he had discovered something.
A trace of anger radiated from Liu Wuxie's face, and a hint of murderous intent flashed deep in his eyes.
The monks on the high platform came closer one after another, wanting to see it more clearly up close.
Two monks came out from behind Master Hua, blocking everyone away.
This painting master's cultivation level is average, only the third level of Daluo Golden Immortal, but the two monks standing behind him have reached the advanced level of Immortal King.
No one doubted it. After all, Mr. Hua had a distinguished status and was escorted by experts, which was normal.
The time for burning incense is over and the first painting is successful.
"What a great painting! What a great painting!"
The moment the painter put pen to paper, there were bursts of exclamations from all around, and some people clapped their hands in praise.
"What a beautiful crane going west. I seem to see the scene on the horizon. If I can buy it back, I will definitely be able to understand some of its secrets."
Those in the Immortal King Realm gathered together and talked with each other.
"Master Hua, if I'm not wrong, there should be an artistic conception about flying or something hidden in this painting."
There were people nearby touting it.
Cranes are immortal birds that are good at flying and attacking. If you can learn something from the crane, it will be of great help to your own cultivation.
This is only secondary. What makes everyone flock to it is not this painting, but that this painting was painted by a disciple of the famous painter Yuan Yongchang.
Just the word "Painting Saint" is enough. As for the meaning of the painting, it is no longer important.
Even if it is just a painting of an insect, it is of immeasurable value if it is painted by a disciple of the painting sage.
In response to the admiration from all around, Hua Gongzi bowed repeatedly with a humble expression.
The woman in green stood up gently, and the two maids quickly followed.
Walking to this painting, the woman in green looked at it carefully, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, unable to explain, anyway, she felt a lot of fluctuations in her heart.
"Please ask the girl for some advice."
Draw the young master making a gesture of invitation.
When we arrived in the big city, this woman in green clothes appeared, but at that time the woman in green clothes just looked and rarely spoke.
Mr. Hua once asked about the woman's origins, but the woman in green always excused herself.
"Are you really a disciple of Senior Painting Saint Yuan?"
The woman in green asked the painter.
"Girl, what are you talking about? Of course I am the direct disciple of the Painting Saint. If it is true, the master has been in seclusion and asked me to go down the mountain to practice. In order to earn some money, I came up with this strategy out of desperation."
Mr. Hua's answer was quite watertight, without too many flaws.
The woman in green nodded and did not continue to ask. Instead, she returned to the distance and continued to sit down.
Everyone returned to their seats one after another, allowing the painter to continue painting.
After the ten paintings are completed, everyone can choose the one that suits them.
Putting the painting of Cranes Going West aside, the painter picked up the brush and prepared to paint the second painting.
This time, the painting technique is faster than before. It is difficult for ordinary people to see clearly the technique of painting the young master.
But Liu Wuxie opened her ghost eyes and drew every movement of the young master, slowing down several times in front of him.
Whether it's coloring or outlining, you can see it clearly. This chapter has been completed!