Wu Qingfeng came over to take a look.
People were immediately dumbfounded.
Is the gap between this person really that big?
After all, I, Wu Qingfeng, am also a painting saint of the Tang Dynasty.
How come your paintings are so much better than mine?
Is this still justified?
Wu Qingfeng felt sour in his heart.
Very unbalanced.
Ye Qingyun on the side was very satisfied with this painting.
I haven’t painted for a long time.
I thought my skills were rusty.
Take a look at the results.
No regression at all.
It seems that if I really can't survive in the future, I should be able to make a living by setting up a stall on the roadside and painting.
If Wu Qingfeng, the master of painting, knew this idea, he would definitely vomit blood and die.
Your fucking painting skills are better than my painting sage.
You actually want to make a living by painting on the streets?
It's simply outrageous.
Wu Qingfeng looked carefully at this picture of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.
The more I look at it, the more amazing I feel.
Although he didn't quite understand the content of this painting, the eight people in the painting had different shapes and vivid details. Even the most minute details were painted to the extreme.
This is no longer a skill.
But a talent!
Wu Qingfeng had to admit that his ability as a painter was indeed inferior to Ye Qingyun.
"Ashamed."
Wu Qingfeng said with a bitter look on his face.
"I have been in seclusion for several months and devoted myself to painting, but the result is still making me laugh in front of you, Master Ye."
While talking, Wu Qingfeng was about to tear up the painting he brought.
"Don't tear it apart."
Ye Qingyun quickly stopped him.
Wu Qingfeng looked bitter.
"My painting originally wanted to surpass all the paintings in the world, but now that you have your painting, Master Ye, there is no need for my humble work to continue to exist in the world."
Ye Qingyun quickly snatched Wu Qingfeng's words from his hands.
"If you want to tear it apart, you might as well give it to me."
Wu Qingfeng looked stunned.
"Master Ye, do you want this painting?"
Ye Qingyun nodded.
"I think your painting is very good. It would be enough to cause a sensation if left outside. It would be a pity to tear it up. Why don't you give it to me?"
Wu Qingfeng looked at the painting in his hand.
"Since Master Ye wants it, then give it to Master Ye."
"Thank you very much."
Ye Qingyun was secretly amused.
How could Wu Qingfeng know his little thoughts?
Ye Qingyun wanted to hang these two paintings together.
Then when others look at it, they can clearly see the difference between the two paintings.
Then your paintings will be more popular.
There is no harm without comparison.
This is the effect I want.
Ye Qingyun did not hide anything and directly hung the two paintings in the study room.
And it is the most conspicuous position.
Two paintings, one on the left and one on the right.
Wu Qingfeng was a little surprised at first as to why Ye Qingyun did this.
As a result, the more I looked at it, the more I felt something was not quite right.
When these two paintings are placed together, isn't it obvious that the difference can be seen?
what does this mean?
Do you want my painting to set off your painting?
Wu Qingfeng's eyes suddenly became strange when looking at Ye Qingyun.
This guy.
Too insidious.
But Wu Qingfeng didn't say anything.
He didn't care about his painting anyway.
"Master Ye, I recently found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. It can be called a paradise."
Ye Qingyun became interested as soon as he heard it.
"Utopia?"
Wu Qingfeng nodded.
"Yes, the scenery here is very beautiful, it can be called a unique place, and it seems that no one has set foot on it."
"Master Ye, how about you and I go on a trip together to enjoy the scenery and paint?"
Wu Qing
Feng sent an invitation to Ye Qingyun.
"Okay, I'm free and have nothing to do."
Ye Qingyun agreed directly.
Wu Qingfeng smiled.
"Then how about we leave now?"
"Okay, okay, a trip that just goes away."
Wu Qingfeng "Traveling as soon as possible? What does this mean?"
Ye Qingyun: "Nothing, nothing. I'll ask Huikong to come with me."
Ye Qingyun really left as soon as he said so.
He only called Huikong, but not anyone else.
Going on a trip.
It would be better to have fewer people.
To be continued...