As soon as Old Man Fang said this, Fang Xin and Song Yu also reacted.

Yes, I said that I would draw a picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix, but it turned out that this phoenix was a monster that was not like a four, and they had never seen even any of the birds in the hundred birds.

But in the face of the questioning eyes of the three people, Li Xuan laughed evilly, he stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, and said, "Hundred birds are here!"

Chirp Chirp –

As if cooperating with Li Xuan, as soon as he finished speaking, bursts of bird calls came from outside the painting.

Old Man Fang's eyes suddenly widened, he looked out the window, and saw that the backyard of this villa was already full of all kinds of birds, and above the sky, it was also dense, it seemed that the birds in the entire boat city were all flying towards their Fang family.

"It's-"

Song Yu was stunned, Fang Xin was stupid, and as for Old Man Fang, he was trembling with excitement.

"Phoenix—really Phoenix—"

"Did they—did they feel the call of the Phoenix?"

"This--out of the realm of gods, your painting skills, actually reached the realm of out of gods!"

Old Man Fang muttered to himself, his eyes already flashing with light.

As a painter who has been famous for a long time, Mr. Fang has long known that paintings are also divided into realms.

The lowest of these is called the Glyph.

Imitation, as the name suggests, is to copy the surface shape of things.

The second level of the painting is the intention.

Dayi means that the paintings of this realm already have a certain artistic conception.

The third level of painting is the Lige.

Lige is to set up his own style and form his own artistic conception style of painting.

The fourth realm of painting is the "realm of ecstasy" that Old Man Fang kept exclaiming.

The paintings of this realm can convey the spirit!

Old Man Fang has been immersed in painting for so many years, and the real "out of the realm" painting has only been seen once.

That's a picture of a tiger descending from the mountain!

This picture, no matter what kind of animal it is, as long as it stands in front of it, it can't help but tremble, and even people, facing this picture, will have a sense of double trembling.

That "Tiger Descending Mountain", in the eyes of Old Man Fang, is already a god.

But compared with Li Xuan's current "Hundred Birds and Phoenix", it seems to be a little weaker.

Li Xuan's "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" didn't need to be displayed in front of the birds, it already made them worship.

Outside the studio, the countless birds attracted by Li Xuan's "Hundred Birds and Phoenixes" made Old Man Fang feel his scalp tingle.

He claims to be "everyone", known as the Beidou in the calligraphy and painting industry of Zhoucheng, but his paintings of the highest level are just a "vertical work".

Old Man Fang dreamed of being able to draw a "superfluous" work, but what he had worked hard all his life and had not done was easily achieved in the hands of the young man in front of him.

What's even more hurtful is that this teenager has never painted!

There is no need to verify this matter further, Old Man Fang can conclude that he is not lying just by virtue of Li Xuan's posture of holding the paintbrush.

"This--it is also said that the phoenix is a monster, in my opinion, you kid is the real monster, right?" Old Man Fang looked at Li Xuan with envy, jealousy, hatred, and resentment.

However, Li Xuan seems to be not very satisfied with his "Hundred Birds and Phoenix".

He stared at the countless birds outside the painting for a long time, and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "I don't know how to bow and bow, sure enough, this ink and drawing paper are too bad." ”

As soon as he said this, Old Man Fang almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

And Song Yu and Fang Xin on the side couldn't help but hold their foreheads and look at the sky-

You Li Xuan, can you die if you don't pretend to be forced?

Although it was slanderous in his heart, Old Man Fang, Fang Xin and Song Yu were all powerless to refute Li Xuan.

Everyone has painted the fourth layer of the realm of the "out of the mind" of the work, complaining that a few words of pen and ink and drawing paper do not fit, what's wrong?

"How did you do that?" As soon as Old Man Fang was excited, he suddenly grabbed Li Xuan's wrist, and he sincerely asked for advice.

"What and how?" asked Li Xuan suspiciously.

"How did you come up with this amazing painting?" the old man asked again, gasping for air.

Li Xuan tilted his head and thought about it, and said, "That's how it was drawn." ”

"Uh-" Old Man Fang couldn't help but froze, isn't it drawn, isn't it drawn, are you still taking pictures with your mobile phone.

Seeing Li Xuan's appearance as a little white, Old Man Fang knew that he would ask again, and he was afraid that it would be in vain.

This kid doesn't know anything at all.

Thinking about it, Old Man Fang shifted his gaze to the "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" made by Li Xuan.

Since there is no way to know from Li Xuan's body how he painted this amazing work, then this painting must be kept.

Perhaps, after observing it countless times, what can the other old man think?

Perhaps, with the help of this masterpiece, the old man of the other party will be able to have a masterpiece one day?

"Sell me this painting, I can give it to you whatever you want!" Old Man Fang said uncontrollably.

"Uh-" Li Xuan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Song Yu and Fang Xin.

Do you rich and noble families like to be so straightforward and let people sell things to you?

As if sensing the meaning in Li Xuan's eyes, Song Yu looked slightly embarrassed.

"You make a price, as long as my old man can afford it, I will buy this painting!" Seeing that Li Xuan did not answer, Old Man Fang said eagerly.

"Grandpa Fang, this painting was drawn with your pen and ink and drawing paper, and it should belong to you, but-Li Xuan asked for something slightly. Seeing that Old Man Fang loved his paintings so much, Li Xuan knew that his opportunity had come-

At this time, if you don't ask Old Man Fang for that heavenly treasure, how long will it be.

But before he could say his request, Old Man Fang waved his hand and said, "I know, Fang Xin, you take it away, my old man, you have passed, if you want Fang Xin to be willing, the two of you can be together!"

As soon as Old Man Fang's words fell, Fang Xin's eyes widened suddenly.

What the hell, just such a painting, her grandfather sold her? and let Li Xuan take her away directly, this--how embarrassing is this for people.

Old Man Fang's straightforward and bold words made Fang Xin's pretty face red to the root of his ears-

Oops, shame on me.

Although Fang Xin was shy and wanted to die, there was a faint hint of expectation in her eyes when she looked at Li Xuan.

Li Xuan's face was black, what is this, why did he suddenly want him to take Fang Xin away?

"Grandpa Fang, you misunderstood, what Li Xuan asked for was that one—Cultivating Soul Heart Grass!" Li Xuan stretched out his hand and pointed to a corner of the studio and said slowly.