Everyone was confused.

Why is this painting wriggling on its own?

Soon, a freehand picture of the fishing song has been formed.

It is exactly the same as the one on the wall, and even the freehand degree is stronger, and the charm of the landscape is better than the blue.

It's just, just a splash of ink.

Li Yu waved his hand, and the picture of the morning light fishing song on the wall floated down and floated in front of Yan Dong.

After the painting was unloaded, it had become an ordinary picture of the fishing song, no longer a dynamic painting just now, and the picture of the fishing song that had just been splashed with ink replaced his place and became the center of the Tibetan studio, reflecting each other.

The paintings on the walls are alive.

The painting under the wall is dead.

"What is this," Curator Jin looked at the painting on the wall in disbelief.

In an instant, a better painting was made.

Hanging on the wall becomes a moving painting.

At this time, Director Jin looked at the painting in Yan Dong's hand with a dull face.

The artistic conception on the painting seems to have been deprived, and there is no previous landscape charm, and Director Jin looked at the painting and swallowed his saliva.

"I don't even have the artistic conception of the painting, this is transferred? How is this possible, it's really incredible."

"I don't seem to make any difference," Xiao He wondered.

"Whether a painting is good or not depends not on how exquisite its workmanship is, if you look at this, the 3D printer is probably the best sculptor painter in the world." The corners of Director Jin's mouth twitched: "I don't know how to explain it to you, in short, now Yan Dong's paintings have become worthless, worthless, what is valuable is the paintings painted on the wall now"

Li Yu looked at the picture of a fishing song on the wall and smiled.

"Poor Dao naturally won't give you away"

In an instant, an emotion called joy came from the picture of the fishing song.

Originally, painting was just a carrier, carrying the rhyme in it.

The rhyme of the painting in Yan Dong's hand has long been integrated with the Tibetan studio, regardless of each other, even if the original painting is removed, it is just a painting of the soul.

Soulless waste paper, what's the point of giving it to you.

"My Paintings, My Paintings"

"You don't say what's on the wall is your painting. Ye Huangkong sneered: "That's too shameless, everyone present has seen it, this painting was painted by the master on the spot, no matter how serious your prejudice against me is, there is no way to deny the ownership of this painting." ”

There was silence, unable to refute, and the facts were in front of them.

"You can paint as much as you want. ”

Li Yu smiled, looked at Yan Dong and said.

"How, do you want more?"

"I didn't expect that the famous paintings I had collected with great painstaking efforts would be better ones at my fingertips, which made me feel a strong sense of frustration. ”

In the main hall, Ye Huangkong looked at Li Yu with a wry smile.

"This painting is not painted casually, if it is the one in the Tibetan studio, there is only this one, there is no other home, even if it is poor, it can't paint a second one, even if it is painted, it is a soulless painting Strictly speaking, what I painted is still the painting you gave me. ”

The paintings in the Tibetan painting room have their own unique rhyme, which is the charm of ancient paintings.

"Anyway, the master is really admirable, I'm afraid mortals like me can't really understand this ability in my life."

Li Yu can see that this once unrivaled social person has reached the peak of his admiration, no matter how he explains it, it is useless, and the facts are not difficult to understand, as a former social person, he himself is a power worshipper, and he will show full admiration in the face of powerful forces.

At this time, Ye Huangkong began to cough wildly again, and Li Yu handed him a cup of tea.

"Drink it, at least you will be more comfortable in the Taoist temple after drinking this tea. ”

Ye Huangkong looked so weak now, not only the ghost he was carrying, but also the underlying diseases of his body that made his body weaker, and he was slowly corroded and destroyed.

"Thank you"

After drinking this tea, Ye Huangkong breathed a long sigh of relief, which was a little relieved, and sighed.

"Old man, I ended up like this, it's completely retribution, I'm more determined now, and I will urge my grandchildren and descendants in the future to be sure to go on the right path, I also understand this time, what does it mean to be a Jianghu person for a day and a Jianghu person for a lifetime?"

Ye Huangkong didn't regret taking the medicine, but Ye Huangkong's children and grandchildren did, and they still had a chance.

At this time, Ye Huangkong thanked Li Yu and left, without going to the main hall to pray to the gods to remove the ghosts behind him or relieve the pain.

If you say that you are here to visit, you are really here to visit, and you don't ask anyone in this regard.

Carry your own pot, whether it's a ghost or a disease

After Ye Huangkong left, a beautiful young woman walked in.

Li Yu recognized this girl, who had just been with Yan Dong.

Name: Shaoqin Liu

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Note: A woman who once enjoyed a privileged life, but now has a homeless life.

At this point, her panel takes on a black and red color.

"Master, I'm sorry, please forgive us for what we did"

Liu Shaoqin knelt down directly.

Li Yu didn't continue to look at this girl, but said lightly.

"Poor Dao said that no one can steal a painting from Poor Dao's studio. ”

"I know that the master has great powers, and I only ask you to forgive us"

"Well, of course, Poor Dao will not retaliate for this kind of thing. ”

In order to report her grievances directly, Li Yu didn't want to remind her of the problem of the panel turning black.

At this moment, Liu Shaoqin breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Yu didn't have much bad feeling for this woman.

It can be seen that Yan Dong used to be quite rich, and he was a big young master-type character, but now that his family is in the middle of the road, he has become dependent on theft to make a living, and this girl still does not give up.

Of course, the quality can't be said to be good, after all, it can be regarded as an accomplice of stealing paintings

"This may be our fate, at first I fantasized that I could turn over this time, but I didn't expect that it was the same as what the master said, it was a bamboo basket that was empty, his temperament, even if he had a sum of money, what could he do, in the end, he would still be defeated, and in the end we still had nothing."

Li Yu looked at her emaciated back and couldn't help but remind.

"If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, there are always hardships and hardships in life, if you do injustice, the best end may be like Ye Huangkong, although he survived, but the debt is to carry a lifetime, and even harm the next generation. ”

Liu Shaoqin looked at Li Yu and nodded, not knowing whether he understood or not.

Do you continue to rely on the so-called theft in the hope of turning over, or live a down-to-earth life

Li Yu didn't want to care either.

To each his own life.