Ye Feng carefully looked at the painting from top to bottom, but there was no payment, it was an anonymous painting.

Although it is an anonymous work, the author's sketching, rendering, splashing ink and other painting skills are perfect, the demeanor of the old man on the boat, the color matching of the distant mountains and rivers, and the vivid handling, are by no means ordinary people's graffiti.

One of the most strange things for Ye Feng is that most of the oil-paper umbrellas in the ink-splashed paintings are blue-yellow, but the oil-paper umbrellas in this ink-splashed paintings are actually bright red, which makes this umbrella particularly conspicuous in the whole painting.

The bones of the oil-paper umbrella are clearly visible and have a strong sense of three-dimensionality, giving people the illusion that this red umbrella seems to be removed from the painting with a light touch.

Seeing Ye Feng paying attention to the splashed ink painting, Ouyang Changfeng smiled and said: "This is given to me by an old friend of mine, it is said to be an ancient painting more than a thousand years ago, and there is no inscription, I don't know who painted it, my friend will judge it every time he comes, and make a big guess, but no one knows who the author of this is." The reason why I hang this painting here is not because of how valuable it is, but because I like the artistic conception in the painting, every time I browse this painting, I feel happy physically and mentally, as if there is a warm current surging through the whole body, which makes me very comfortable, and I have been hanging here. ”

Mrs. Ouyang covered her mouth and smiled: "Husband, you show this painting again, your friend is teasing you, where is this ancient painting more than a thousand years ago, the colors are so bright, it looks modern." ”

Xiao Luo's face flashed a trace of unbearability, but he couldn't help but say: "Mr. Ouyang, my grandfather is a collector of ancient paintings, so I have some understanding of ancient paintings, to be honest, after the baptism of ancient paintings more than a thousand years ago, the color will volatilize somewhat, and it will not be preserved so brightly, I don't feel like it has so many years of history." ”

Ye Feng was also secretly strange, the color of this picture, especially the red umbrella, was too bright, not like a painting more than a thousand years ago.

Ye Feng has seen paintings that have been inherited for thousands of years, and they are the Taixuan Array Diagram won from Shangqing Gate on the top of Huashan Mountain.

The Taixuan Array is mottled and simple, although it has gone through thousands of years, it is still intact, not because it is well preserved, but because it contains a kind of aura, and it is this aura that makes the Taixuan Array Diagram not rotten after thousands of years.

This nameless painting scroll is so brightly colored, is it also because there is aura in it?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng's heartstrings moved, and his eyes swept towards this nameless painting.

This sweep really made him see some doorways, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart.

This nameless scroll can be called a spiritual painting.

In the depths of the drawing paper, a white aura, like the vitality in the human body, flows melodiously in the painting, if it is not for the eyes of the gods, this white aura cannot be seen at all.

Ye Feng also found that the white aura had a certain trajectory to be found.

It followed the bright red oil-paper umbrella, from the handle to the bone, flowing through each raised bone, and finally returned to the hand of the old man on the painting.

is so abundant, every time Ouyang Changfeng appreciates the painting, he has a sense of comfort like a spring breeze, not a simple psychological effect, but the abundant aura, so that his body has been moisturized, and he has that feeling.

Is this also a formation diagram?

What is the significance of this nameless picture?

Ye Feng's heart was full of doubts, and a wave of mental power surged towards the white aura.

Suddenly, Ye Feng felt that there seemed to be a strong suction force on the picture scroll, firmly absorbing his mental power, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed and changed.

When Ye Feng saw the scenery in front of him again, he was surprised to find that he had left Ouyang Changfeng's study and came to the simple boat in the painting.

Sure enough, this scroll is a landscape painting splashed with ink on the surface, but it is actually a formation.

The majestic distant mountains, continuous and meandering, the river water is as clear as blue, gurgling and flowing, and the boats under the feet are swaying leisurely.

The old man on the opposite side has white hair and long beard fluttering in the wind.

Ye Feng understood that he did not really come to the picture scroll, but his own mind triggered a special formation, and he had a conscious exchange with the picture scroll.

The old man was also surprised, stroked his white beard, and looked at Ye Feng: "Young man, who are you, why are you on my boat?"

Ye Feng guessed that the old man should be the instrument spirit in this painting, just like the ugly old man, but the old man's level is not as high as the ugly old man, and his strength is not as strong as the ugly old man, it is just a short-lived fragment of the instrument spirit, and it cannot exist independently from this painting.

"My name is Ye Feng, I don't know what the old man is called?"

The old man smiled faintly: "The sea of swords is boundless, the return date is endless, and the old man is endless." ”

Ye Feng couldn't help but be stunned, there was no end to it, wasn't it the sword fairy-like existence who carved the Yanyu Sword Technique on the stone wall in the cave of the 100,000 Mountains of Miao Jiang?

Ye Feng suddenly realized that this old man was not an instrument spirit, but a trace of consciousness left in the painting, and his own mental power broke into the scroll and triggered this consciousness.

Thinking of it, he had received a great discount from Gui Wuya, and the Yanyu Sword Technique allowed him to peek into the mystery of the flying sword, and he bowed deeply to Gui Wuya.

"Isn't the old man the one who created the Yanyu Sword Technique?"

The old man was even more surprised: "Young man, you actually know my smoke and rain swordsmanship? ”

Ye Feng smiled, it seems that when Gui Wuya painted this picture, it was after he created the Yanyu Sword Technique, this remnant soul has always existed in the painting, and he didn't know that it had been thousands of years, and the real Gui Wuya had already ascended.

Suddenly, a burst of smoke and rain came, and the light rain was hazy, bringing a hint of coolness, covering the distant mountains with a curtain of rain.

Gui Wuya held up the bright red oil-paper umbrella to block the wind and rain, Ye Feng unexpectedly saw that the handle of the umbrella was engraved with a blue and purple multicolored petal, obviously this red oil-paper umbrella was used by women.

The boat sailed down the river through a dense verdant bamboo forest, with a gentle breeze and swaying bamboo branches.

The melodious flute sound from the woods is euphemistic and beautiful, such as sadness, like a bird singing on the branches, and then like a spring tinkling, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

The high place is like a nine-day waterfall, fluttering on the dust, and turning sharply down, and the low place, like a gust of wind, drills into the heart, making people unable to calm down.

Ye Feng looked at Gui Wuya, and saw a happy smile on his face, and in the blink of an eye, Gui Wuya abandoned the ship and landed on the shore, strode into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Ye Feng exclaimed, Gui Wuya painted this picture scroll, ordinary people only saw a wonderful splashed ink landscape painting, who would have thought that in the picture scroll, there was such a green bamboo forest hidden, and the flute sound that made people's hearts flutter was recorded.

(End of chapter)