My Fury Will Burn The Heavens

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"What is sky painting?"

Herring blinked in amazement and asked, Jiang Yi turned his head wrongly. His ghostly amulet painting can also make Feng Ye praise this? If he is a genius, Feng Ye painted so well, not a genius among geniuses?

Feng Yan swallowed a spit, and Shen Sheng said: "You do n’t understand painting, so you do n’t understand it. Those who understand painting know that painting is divided into five categories. The most important is the artist, the second is the artist, and the third is painting. The fourth is the king of painting. The highest level is called the painting emperor, which is also called the same in the music world. Many people have a high degree of temperament. If they can reach the highest level, they can also be named the emperor. "

Herring still didn't understand, and asked confusedly: "What does that have to do with the son? I feel ... the son is so ordinary."

"Ha ha"

Jiang Yi couldn't help but laugh out of his own. He was so ordinary, it was unbearable.

Feng Ye waved his hand and said, "You listen to me, the painting world has strict grades. Generally, you can make a painting that is barely intent, and you can be called an artist. The level of the artist is pretty good. If you reach the painting school, Level, a painting can easily sell tens of thousands of celestial stones. By my calculations ... my level barely reaches the painting sect. Above the painting sect is the painting king. This level of painter Ruo Tiancheng sees their paintings in the past. It ’s just like the real one. Even if you draw a person, if you do n’t look closely, you think it ’s a real person ... ”

"Yeah, yeah, my sister painted the portrait of the son of the earth son. It was wonderful. At that time, I thought it was a real person." Herring nodded, and asked curiously, "What is the emperor?"

"I'm still far behind"

Feng Yan shook his head with a bitter smile, then explained positively: "It is said that there is an emperor of painting in the Middle East emperor, and ... the Buddha should be an emperor of painting. His paintings are Zen-like and can be seen at a glance. There are 108 paintings in a secret territory, and there are one hundred and eight kinds of Zen. The children of their family can look at the painting and realize Zen. In other words, they can feel the charm of Tao from the painting. This kind of painting is in the world of calligraphy and painting. Called heavenly painting, meaning the painting that merges heaven and earth. "

"Well……"

Herring suddenly looked at the paintings of Jiang Yi's paintings. His pretty face was full of surprise, and he said unbelievably, "Sister, what do you mean ... the painting by the son is a sky painting? The painting by the Buddha Same? Isn't that priceless? "

"Uh"

Jiang Yi was also shocked. If he didn't see Feng Xi usually likes to paint, and if he said something, he would definitely scoff.

Feng Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The boy's painting technique is not even considered by the painter, but ... his painting has a rhyme, and I can clearly feel that it would be difficult to comprehend the daowen if it does not refine my soul daowen fragments. Just now I can realize a kind of dowry from the boy's painting. Boy, you sell this picture for sale-at least a million sky stones

"what?"

Jiang Yihu's body was shocked. What he doodled was worth a million Tianshi. Then what mountain bandit army would he hunt and kill and paint at home every day.

"Do not believe?"

Feng Yan smiled calmly: "You can take Wan Guan to take the painting to the largest painting cabinet in the city, and find a high-level artist to appraise it. If you can't sell a million sky stones, the son said last time, Fenger It's up to you. "

"any request?"

Jiang Yi blinked stupidly, and saw Feng Ye's face flushed, bleeding on his skin, his eyes flashed, and his heart swelled. Last time, he temporarily wanted to play a new move, Feng Ye always Unwilling, I didn't expect to come to the door this time. It seems that his painting has a strong impact on Feng Min's heart ...

"Hahaha"

Jiang Yi laughed and swept into Qian Wanguan's room, and Shen drank, "Wan Guan, come out."

Ask Qian Wanguan to come out. Of course, he is not just to play a new move, but Feng Ye is serious about it. He must try it. If he can really sell a million sky stones, this is a way to make money. He can paint. Earn a lot of Tianshi, and you can settle in Shenci City in the future.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Qian Wanguan ran out, Jiang Yi pointed at the painting he just painted and said, "Go to the best painting booth in the city, sell this painting, and ask for a million dollars."

"How many?"

Qian Wanguan smiled, looked at Jiang Yi's painting suspiciously, and looked at Feng Yan's painting next to him, and asked, "Boss, are you kidding me?"

Feng Yan stared and said coldly, "I asked you to sell, you just sold it. Where's that nonsense? When you go, there are people who know the goods. Remember ... if someone asks you who painted it, you only say Donghuang The mainland got it by accident, and you have to pay attention to hiding your whereabouts, so don't be tracked. "

Feng Yan gathered up Jiang Yi's paintings, and suddenly thought of something, Chao Jiang Yi said: "Master, sign your name, just write one."

"Oh oh"

Jiang Yi thought about it and wrote three big characters in the corner-Yi Piao Piao.

After Jiang Yi finished writing, the earthy yellow light in Feng Yan's hands shone and swept gently on the screen. The white rice paper suddenly turned yellow and looked like an ancient painting.

"Okay, go now"

Feng Yan rolled up the blank paper carefully and handed it to Qian Wanguan. Although the latter had no idea, Jiang Yi and Feng Yan were so serious, he could only go for a trip. He used one hand to infuse the Phantom Moon Stone to change the shape, and Jiang Yi controlled the imperial palace to send him out.

After Qian Wanguan went out, Jiang Yi sat in a lion chair with his buttocks, stretched out his arms and embraced Feng Yan in her arms, and said to her ears, "Fenger, why don't we try that new method?"

"Boy"

Feng Yan's eyes are silky, but her body is more and more fierce when she laughs. Herring also gathers up like a kitten, and takes a bite on Jiang Yi's earlobe: "Son, you haven't spoiled us for a long time. Now. "

"Hey"

Jiang Yi smiled, turned his head and pecked herring, reached into her robe and touched it, smiling: "Little herring, are you wet under you?"

Herring twisted her body a little, and panted aloud, "Master, don't you know ... how can you live without water fish?"

"Hahaha, you wave hoof"

Jiang Yi laughed a long time, scanning Jiang Xiaonu's room to see that she was still in retreat. Qian Wanguan certainly didn't come back that way, so he stood up and took a walk towards the palace ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ In the palace, herring crawled down, took out the clear water from the ancient **** yuan ring to fill a large bath, and then the power was turned on. The clear water became hot, and she took out some fragrant powder and sprinkled the petals into the water. Chao Jiang Yi said a blessing: "Master, slaves serve you to bathe."

Feng Yan also grinned, and the two of them sent Jiang Yi into the bath at a glance, and then gently resolved Luo Chang and removed the long skirt. Each person had only one bellyband, and the two had a little jade feet, and flew into the bath at the same time. .

Jiang Yi looked at the two people who were swimming in the pool like two mermaids, and there was a hint of evil charm in the corners of his mouth. Hey he smiled and said, "Two beautiful women, how about a new style backyard flower tonight?"

Fengyu and Herring trembled, Herring nodded broadly, and Jiang Yi looked like he wanted to. Feng Yan was so ashamed not to look at Jiang Yi. The steaming steam in the pond made her whole body brighter, and also made the spring in the palace more intense ...