Ye Qingqing's face turned red again as she thought about it. She was clearly suffering from a terminal illness and was about to die just now, but now she was extremely embarrassed and angry.
"What are you thinking?" Lu Yin frowned, "This is just a normal situation for the Qi in your body to discharge impurities. You don't think you have a terminal illness, right?"
"Huh?" Ye Qingqing looked confused at first. He was confused, and then asked, "Is it normal?"
"It's normal. If you don't believe it, look at yourself in the mirror. Your complexion and skin are much better." Lu Yin simply didn't know what to say. A novice cultivator really didn't understand anything.
"Really?" Ye Qingqing took out a small mirror from his bag and looked around. His face was still so red, but his skin seemed to be better than before.
"You're not afraid now, are you? If you're not afraid, just watch it carefully." Lu Yin pretended to be fierce and said, "If your handwriting is still so bad later, I will break your hand."
If someone else said such a thing, she thought it might be a joke, but when Lu Yin said such a thing, she thought it was really possible.
Hitchhiked and then picked up, interrupted and then picked up...
Oh my god, it’s so scary!
Lu Yin picked up the pen and swung it again.
This time, he polished it himself and put a little more effort into it. The moment he put pen to paper, Ye Qingqing was once again brought into a wonderful realm.
What Lu Yin painted was still a big roc.
One stroke is full of heroic spirit, as if the tip of the pen contains the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.
Ye Qingqing saw everything in the prehistoric period, which was all influenced by Lu Yin's mind.
That is a memory from ancient times, with a desolate and primitive atmosphere, a big roc soaring into the sky and earth, swallowing all things.
Endless ferocious beasts roared, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky were overwhelmed by this big roc.
Lu Yin also inexplicably recalled the palm that ended the entire era of immortals and demons, and couldn't help but mention the next line.
The blood was stained for ninety thousand miles, and the corpse was buried in ten hell halls.
Ye Qingqing's eyes changed and he saw the great god covered in golden armor looking at the sky with despair on his face.
Another sight was the endless despair in the eyes of a hundred-foot-tall prehistoric beast, and its desolate roar could be heard in my ears.
All things screamed and the earth collapsed.
It's all just because of someone's anger, and the world is full of sadness.
When Lu Yin stopped writing, Ye Qingqing was still immersed in Lu Yin's artistic conception. His pupils shrank, his whole body was trembling, and there was no trace of blood on his face.
"Something almost happened." Lu Yin picked up the brush and crossed out the mentioned line with one stroke.
Ye Qingqing finally came back to her senses and looked at the picture of Kunpeng soaring on the paper. She was still in a panic all day long, and she couldn't suppress the fear in her heart.
"Alas." Lu Yin's hand fell on the painting, forcibly suppressing the Taoist charm in it.
Ye Qingqing looked at Lu Yin in disbelief: "Master, what did I just see?"
"Hallucination." Lu Yin could only tell her this.
He has never told anyone about the fact that he has lived for a hundred thousand years.
This painting is unlikely to help Ye Qingqing make any progress in his cultivation.
If Lu Yin had not suppressed the Taoist rhyme in the painting, Ye Qingqing would have fallen into endless fear forever. Now that he has completely suppressed it, in addition to his painting skills, there is probably only a weak Taoist rhyme mixed in.
Lu Yin pondered for a moment, picked up his pen again, and wrote a letter - a gift to his disciple Ye Qingqing.
At this moment, Ye Qingqing vaguely felt that she seemed to have some kind of connection with the painting, as if it had a blood connection with herself.
"This painting is for you. I also wrote your name just now. You can write your name on that painting yourself." Lu Yin said, "After you write it, sell it, 1.88 million is enough. I will give it back to the man named Li."
"Oh! Thank you, Master!" Ye Qingqing smiled widely. Lu Yin actually gave her a painting, which had to be well preserved.
As for selling this pair...
Only children make choices, she wants them all!
Who dares to fight with her, she will be jealous of.
"Write." Lu Yin walked aside and looked at Ye Qingqing.
Ye Qingqing also noticed that the cursive writing that Lu Yin just wrote was okay. She could only be glad that her master didn't just write a line of wild cursive script, as she really wouldn't be able to learn it.
In fact, Ye Qingqing's handwriting is not too bad. After all, he was born into a wealthy family, and his education since childhood is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
It can only be said that compared with people like Lu Yin, he is a bit far behind.
Ye Qingqing took a deep breath, looked down, and couldn't help but think of that busty woman Lin Ke.
Why is she so big?
Lu Yin saw that she was distracted and couldn't help but said angrily: "What are you thinking about? Let you write!"
"Oh." Ye Qingqing shrank her head in fright, picked up the pen, and with a sigh of relief, imitated Lu Yin's handwriting just now and wrote her name.
Lu Yin took a look and saw that he was really just imitating his handwriting. There were a few similarities, but there was no momentum of his own.
It is superficial.
"After I go back, write my name a thousand times every day." Lu Yin was really disappointed. This apprentice was really too stupid.
"Oh." Ye Qingqing puffed up his cheeks and nodded sadly, not daring to question anything,
"Okay, let's go out and take the painting with us." Lu Yin picked up the "A Brief History of Humanity" and walked out.
Ye Qingqing ran to the table again, took a look, and said, "Master, the ink is not dry yet, should I have someone frame it before taking it out?"
As soon as the door opened, Hong Feiquan and others came forward.
Before Hong Feiquan could say anything, Hong Le sneered: "You really dare to draw!"
Lu Yin ignored him and walked directly over the crowd to the sofa nearby, reading his book, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Hong Le was even more furious. He wanted to prevent Lu Yin from coming to power, but this guy just ignored him.
It was as if he had gathered all his strength to punch, but ended up punching the air and dislocating his hand.
The painters nearby were even talking about it. Some said Lu Yin was arrogant, while others secretly laughed at Hong Le.
Lu Yin is indeed a madman. He even dares to criticize Hong Feiquan's paintings. Isn't it equivalent to sticking his face under someone's slap and begging for abuse?
Hong Feiquan didn't have a fit on the spot, and he hadn't seen the painting yet, so he naturally didn't dare to make any judgments. If Lu Yin really had a very high level, the more powerful he pretended to be now, the more embarrassing he would be later.
Hong Feiquan saw the small carving painted by Lu Yin at first sight.
Then he froze there, speechless for a long time.
Hong Le rushed faster than his father. When he saw the small carving, he couldn't help laughing: "That's it? That's it? What is a painting of a bird without any background?"
Lu Yin's small carving couldn't be simpler. It was composed of just a few strokes and there was no scene around it. At first glance, it looked very monotonous.
The most thought-provoking thing is the signature under the small eagle.
Ye Qingqing? !
Hong Feiquan is also known as a master of traditional Chinese painting. His skill can be seen in his simple strokes.
The most important thing about ink painting is to use form to depict the spirit and convey the spirit vividly. As for the superficial shades of light and reality, this painting has probably reached its peak.
Hong Feiquan has also seen some masterpieces handed down by famous ancient artists. In terms of craftsmanship alone, this simple small sculpture is better than those of famous artists.
In addition, what shocked Hong Feiquan the most was the Taoist rhyme coming from the small carving. Just looking at it made the Qi in his body run wildly.
Obviously, this painting was painted by an immortal cultivator.
And the level of this cultivator is not low!
Hong Feiquan looked at Ye Qingqing infatuatedly, and made a difficult voice from the bottom of his throat: "Excuse me...are you Ye Qingqing?"
Hong Feiquan originally wanted to call her senior, but he didn't know Ye Qingqing's temper. As a woman, he is so old, and he calls her senior in front of so many people. Does this mean he wants to say that she is very old?
An honorific is almost enough.
Ye Qingqing was slightly startled, you?
Hong Feiquan and her father should be of the same generation, right? Why do they respect her so much?
"Um...Uncle Ye, I am Ye Qingqing. Speaking of which, I should be your junior." Ye Qingqing said, "Ye Long is my grandfather."
Ye Qingqing did not know Hong Fei at all, and he did not know whether Hong Fei recognized her father, so he could only give her the name of her grandfather.
Ye Long, a contemporary miracle doctor, I believe Hong Feiquan should know about it.
"You... Mr. Ye is your grandfather?" Hong Feiquan was even more shocked.
If this is really the case, then Ye Qingqing should not be very old, but from the paintings she drew, we can know that her cultivation is advanced.
Ye Long's granddaughter is actually an immortal cultivator?
Ye Qingqing nodded, then picked up the small carving on the table with both hands, and said, "First let someone frame this painting, this one is going to be auctioned."
Hong Feiquan hadn't spoken yet, Hong Le He laughed: "Ms. Ye, this painting was painted by you, right? I remember that your family seems to come from a medical family, so why did you start painting? Didn't Lu Yin say that he wanted to paint? And your painting is really simple."
"Pa!"
Hong Feiquan slapped Hong Le in the face with his backhand. The slap sounded loud and clear, and the blow was also very heavy.
Hong Le screamed, and two bloody molars flew out of his mouth. He covered his face and looked at his father in disbelief.
His mother passed away early, and he was the only son in the family. Normally, his father doted on him. Even though he had made many big mistakes before, Hong Feiquan never beat or scolded him.
Now he was slapped in front of so many people for such a trivial matter.
Hong Feiquan shouted angrily: "Get out of here! You have no right to speak here?"
Hong Le was also completely confused. His father's slap was too harsh, and he was so frightened that he could only retreat in a panic.
Hong Feiquan asked someone to bring the frame and framed the painting himself.
When he picked up the painting on his face, he saw Lu Yin's "Kunpeng Soaring Picture".
When Lu Yin asked Ye Qingqing to write her name, he covered the small sculpture picture on top of the "Kunpeng Soaring Picture", not caring whether the ink would fall off.
Hong Feiquan was filled with shock when he saw "Kunpeng Soaring Picture".
Strong visual impact, as if the Kunpeng is about to break through the shackles of the paper and soar into the sky!
If the painting skills and ink charm of the author can be seen in the painting just now, then the skills and artistic conception of this painting are simply breathtaking.
"This...was painted by Lu Yin?" Hong Feiquan's eyes bulged out, and his voice was hoarse and difficult.
The first pair has the Tao Yun bonus of the immortal cultivator, and the second pair is the real art!
Looking at the famous paintings handed down from China for thousands of years, Hong Feiquan dared to say that this one is definitely the most perfect work he has ever seen.
Even Gu Kaizhi's "Ode to the Goddess of Luo" and Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" failed to bring such a strong shock to him.
Lu Yin is so young, how can he be at such a level?
The five words "gift to disciple Ye Qingqing" are even more vigorous and powerful. The indescribable beauty can only be compared to the world's best running script "Lanting Preface".
There seemed to be an inscription on the side of the painting, but it was erased with one stroke.
But even this erased stroke makes people feel that there is no sense of violation at all. Instead, it adds a bit of mystery, and people can't help but wonder what kind of sentence was mentioned under this stroke.
What kind of god is Lu Yin?
Hong Feiquan stared at the painting below and asked: "Miss Ye, is this painting also going to be auctioned?"
Ye Qingqing said excitedly: "This one is not for sale! You didn't see what was written on it, it has been given to me!"
It is impossible to sell it, even if it is a small engraving!
This has her calligraphy on it. How can it be possible to sell Lu Yin's painting?
Sending it to auction is just a process. Ye Qingqing still has more than 10 million in his bank card, so he has to buy it today.
Hong Fei didn’t speak at all, he just stared at the painting again and again.
"Hurry up and frame the painting!" Ye Qingqing was a little panicked when she saw Hong Feiquan's eager eyes. This man wasn't going to rob him forcefully, was he?
At this time, she didn't care about her elders or not, she had no respect at all.
They were making things difficult for Lu Yin from the beginning, and Ye Qingqing was only polite out of instinctive courtesy.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Hong Feiquan exhaled heavily and called the staff to start mounting the painting.
The "Kunpeng Soaring Picture" was forcibly suppressed by Lu Yin with the Taoist rhyme on it, and he wrote it and presented it to Ye Qingqing, which was equivalent to recognizing the owner of this painting. No one except Ye Qingqing could feel the specialness of it.
It’s just that Lu Yin’s painting skills are so superb, even if he doesn’t show a trace of Taoist charm, it is enough to shock all the famous painters in the world.
The strength is too strong, even if you keep a low profile, there is nothing you can do.
The painters standing behind came up to look at this painting.
They are not immortal cultivators, and many of them still don’t understand the beauty of the small carving above, but the painting below gave them a strong shock.
A true work of art, even people who don’t understand it will find it beautiful.
Lu Yin's painting is just an ink painting. In black and white, Kunpeng's feathers are clearly layered, and his wings seem to sweep across the earth. His eyes also have a domineering look on the people.
How did they know that if Lu Yin did not erase that line of words and suppress the Taoist rhyme in the painting, the consciousness of everyone present would be involved in the painting and unable to extricate themselves!