The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"What are you afraid of?" Shi Lei scratched his head, "I'm not a beast."

"Who is not afraid of people from the Misty Sect?" Li Zhengping shouted, running the fastest, for fear of being caught by Shi Lei and then hanged and beaten.

"Come back!" Shi Lei shouted a few times, but before everyone left, they had to pick up a bottle of ink on the table and suddenly splash it into the sky.

hum!

The ink trembled automatically, divided into a dozen long ink dragons, roared and flew towards those who escaped, caught them, and brought them back.

on the ground.

Li Zhengping and the other painters sat slumped on the cold ground, looking at the dozen or so long dragons that the ink turned into, they could feel the nobility and coldness in the eyes of the other party, and they suddenly felt cold all over.

on stage.

Master Qingshan breathed for a while, staring at Shi Lei's technique just now, exclaimed: "Splashing ink to make a painting, this is a master-level skill, you... You are actually a master of painting comparable to me!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard it.

Especially the ninth-level painter Li Zhengping, after hearing these words, he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack to burrow into.

He even showed off in front of the master just now!

What's more terrible is that this painter is from the Misty Sect ruled by the killing **** Ye Feng.

This time, it's over!

"Master Shi, spare your life!" Li Zhengping hurriedly knelt in front of Shi Lei, hugged each other's ankles with both hands, and wept bitterly, "Just now, I have no eyes, I don't know the master, please don't kill me!"

"I'm here to discuss, why would I kill you?" Shi Lei looked at Master Qingshan on the stage, "This master, I was ordered to find someone to learn from. If you are free, why don't we discuss it?"

Master Qingshan hesitated and said, "Okay."

"Then thank you for your advice." Shi Lei walked to the stage, "Senior, how do we compare?"

"It's like painting!" Master Qingshan pointed to the ink landscape painting on the wall behind him, "My work is this one, and now, it's your turn."

"Okay." Shi Lei took out a piece of paper.

"Master Shi, do you paint with paper?" Master Qingshan was stunned.

"What's the problem?" Shi Lei was puzzled.

"You are a master, and the scroll should be left on the wall of the ancient painting city for the younger generations to pay their respects. Painting on paper is too wasteful." Master Qingshan explained the reason.

"Actually, I don't know if I'm a master, but since Master Qingshan said so, I'll paint it on this wall!" Shi Lei pointed to a stone wall.

This is a blank wall with a flat surface and an even background color, suitable for painting.

The ancient painting city has a rule.

Non-masters are not allowed on the wall.

That is to say, the walls of the city are specially reserved for the masters to paint. Below the masters, they can only paint on tables, chairs, floor tiles, pillars and other places.

in front of the wall.

Shi Lei took out Ma Liang's brush and began to paint.

This is a landscape painting.

In the distance are green mountains, sky, white clouds and red sun.

Nearby is a large fertile farmland, covered with golden rice, and the rich aroma of rice can be smelled across the picture.

At the bottom of the screen is a gravel road.

A native dog stood under the ear of rice, sticking out its tongue and squinting its eyes, as if enjoying this kind of life.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this painting.

They seem to have entered the painting and become the local dog, smelling the breath of nature and the refreshing fragrance of rice, and suddenly feel refreshed.

"Absolutely!"

Master Qingshan was the first to marvel.

At this time, Shi Lei made the last stroke.

Whoa!

The whole painting came to life completely and became a real cave world, in which there was a breeze blowing, and ten thousand acres of golden rice rhythmically moved in the same direction.

Even through the screen, there is a fragrance wafting.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The dogs under the ears of rice ran around the fields, barking from time to time to the people outside the picture, as if to invite them to the world in the picture.

"Go and see!"

Shi Lei put away Ma Liang's brush and entered the painting, becoming a person in the world in the painting, walking in the fields, picking off a grain of golden rice, and savoring it carefully.

"This!"

Everyone was completely shocked.

This is the creation of a real world!

Master Qingshan strode through the picture and became the person in the picture. Walking in the field, brushing the rice ears with his palm, he couldn't help taking a bite, and he could feel that his cultivation had improved a little.

"Totally real world!"

Master Qingshan was even more shocked, "This is a legendary feat that only a painting saint can do!"

Li Zhengping and other painters also entered the painting.

"My God!"

"This feeling is similar to the "10,000-acre Forest" that I left behind when I entered the painting saint."

"Master Shi Lei's level, even if it's not as good as the painting of the old man, but it's definitely close."

"This is a top-level master that surpasses all the masters in the world, and it is infinitely close to a painting saint!"

The crowd became more and more shocked.

Ancient painting city.

More and more people came to hear the news and entered the idyllic world painted by Shi Lei, drinking mountain spring water, eating golden rice, breathing fresh air, and their faces were full of excitement.

"Is this the reincarnation of the painting saint?"

"Too strong!"

The heartbeat of the crowd increased.

On a small bridge, Shi Lei looked at the rice field in front of him, and then looked at Ma Liangbi on his waist, without the slightest complacency.

His painting skills are very high.

However, it does not mean that he is really infinitely close to the painting saint.

Strictly speaking, he is only a master himself, because with the blessing of Ma Liangbi, he can be infinitely close to the legendary painting saint.

"I'm convinced I lost this match!"

Master Qingshan bowed down in front of Shi Lei.

"Master Qingshan, please get up quickly. In fact, my level is not enough. I have decided to stay in the ancient painting city to learn the painting skills of painting saints from today."

Shi Lei made a decision.

"It is the blessing of our ancient painting city that you can stay!" Many practitioners were very excited.

There is a painting master who is close to the painting saint left, and they can take the opportunity to learn from each other.

Ancient Painting City Center.

There is a huge statue here, which is the legendary painting of the holy stone carving. At this moment, it trembled slightly, and two golden beams shot out from the position of its eyes, submerging into the pastoral world of mountains and rivers painted by Shi Lei on the wall.

Hurala!

There was a strong wind in the whole world, and everyone looked in the direction of the induction in their hearts, only to see two golden lights spinning in the air, turning into an illusory figure.

It was an old man of immortal style.

He was wearing white clothes, holding a golden brush in his hand, looked at Shi Lei with a smile, and finally, his eyes fell on Ma Liang's brush on Shi Lei's waist.

"It's the legendary Ma Liangbi!"

The old man sighed, both happy and regretful.

Happily, he finally saw such legendary fetishes as Ma Liangbi, but unfortunately, he has fallen and has no chance to use it.

"Meet the painting saint!"

The crowd trembled with excitement and knelt on the ground.

According to legend, the painting saint left a ray of consciousness before his fall, in order to find a successor.

Today, this wisp of consciousness appeared.

This means that the successor of the painting saint appeared.

This person must be Shi Lei!

"Are you a painting saint?" Shi Lei hurriedly handed over to the old man, UU reading www. uukanshu.com was full of sincerity, "Can you teach me to draw? I think I still have a lot of things I don't understand."

"I am indeed a painting saint." The old man nodded, "Unfortunately, I only have a wisp of consciousness left, and it will dissipate within a hundred years, so I won't be able to teach it for long."

"One hundred years!" Shi Lei was shocked.

"Don't be surprised." Huasheng is a free and easy person, looking at Shi Lei kindly, "I am dead after all, leaving a trace of consciousness in order to find a successor, and you, are you willing to be my only successor?"

"I would like to learn from you."

Shi Lei knelt down on one knee.

His master is the old head of the Misty Sect, and he can no longer continue to be a teacher, but he can learn from others.