"What is a celestial painting?"

Qingyu blinked his eyes in surprise and asked, Jiang Yi also turned his head in astonishment, his ghost drawing talisman painting can also make Feng Luan praise it so much? If he is a genius, Feng Luan draws so well, is he not a genius among geniuses?

Feng Luan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a deep voice: "You don't know how to paint, so you don't understand, people who know painting know that painting is divided into five grades, the second is the painter, the second is the painter, the third is the painting sect, the fourth is the painting king, and the highest level is called the painting emperor! ”

Qingyu still didn't understand, and asked in a daze: "What does that have to do with Childe?" Childe is average. ”

"Huh!"

Jiang Yi couldn't help laughing himself, he was so ordinary, it was simply unbearable.

Feng Luan waved his hand and said, "Listen to me, there is a strict hierarchy in the painting world, and if you can generally make a barely eye-catching painting, you can be called a painter." The level of the painter is not bad, if he reaches the level of the painting sect, a painting can be sold for tens of thousands of heavenly stones at will. Count it up... My level barely reached the painting sect, above the painting sect is the king of painting, if the painter of this level is natural, their paintings look the same as the real thing, and even if you paint a person, if you don't look carefully, you think it is a real person......"

"Yes, yes, my sister's portrait of the boy is vivid, and I thought it was a real person that time. Qingyu nodded, and asked curiously, "Then what is the painting emperor?"

"I'm not close!"

Feng Luan shook his head with a wry smile, and then explained: "Legend has it that there is a painting emperor in the Middle East Emperor Continent, and... The Buddha Emperor is supposed to be a painter, and his paintings have a Zen feeling, which can make people realize the Tao at a glance. Legend has it that there are 108 paintings in a secret area of their family, and there are 18 kinds of Zen in them, and the children of their family can look at the paintings and understand Zen! In other words, they can understand the Tao rhyme from the paintings, and this kind of painting is called a heavenly painting in the calligraphy and painting world, and the meaning is a painting that integrates the truth of heaven and earth!

"Hmm......"

Qingyu suddenly looked at the painting painted by Jiang Yi, her pretty face was full of surprise, and she said in disbelief: "Sister, what do you mean...... Childe's painting is a celestial painting? It's the same as the painting painted by the Buddha Emperor? Isn't that a priceless treasure?"

"Ugh!"

Jiang Yi was also shocked, if it weren't for the fact that Feng Luan usually likes to paint, and he said it as if it were a thing, he would definitely scoff at it.

Feng Luan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Childe's painting skills are not even considered painters, but... He has a Dao rhyme in his painting, and I can clearly sense that if it weren't for refining my soul Dao pattern fragments, it would be difficult to perceive the Dao pattern, and just now I could have an epiphany from Childe's painting. Childe, take out this painting and sell it - at least a million heavenly stones!"

"What?"

Jiang Yihu's body was shocked, the things he scribbled with his pen were worth millions of heavenly stones, so what kind of mountain bandit army did he go hunting, and he would draw at home every day.

"Don't believe me?"

Feng Luan smiled indifferently and said: "You can let Wan Guan take this painting to the largest painting pavilion in the city, and find a high-level painter to appraise it, if you can't sell a million heavenly stones, the request that Gongzi said last time, Feng'er will accept you." ”

"What requirements?"

Jiang Yi blinked his eyes in a daze, seeing that Feng Luan's face was flushed, and blood was dripping from his skin, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart shook, last time he temporarily wanted to play a new move, Feng Luan always refused, but he didn't expect to take the initiative to send it to the door this time, it seems that his painting has a great impact on Feng Luan's heart......

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Yi laughed, his divine sense swept into Qian Wanguan's room, and he sighed: "Wanguan, come out." ”

Calling Qian Wanguan out, of course he is not just to play new moves, but Feng Luan said solemnly, he must try, if he can really sell millions of heavenly stones, this is a way to make money, he can paint to earn a lot of heavenly stones, and he can go to the city of gods to settle in the future.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Qian Wanguan ran out in a hurry, Jiang Yi pointed to the painting he had just painted and said, "You go to the best painting pavilion in the city, sell this painting, and ask for a million heavenly stones!"

"How much?"

Qian Wanguan smiled, glanced at Jiang Yi's painting a few times suspiciously, and then glanced at Feng Luan's painting next to him, and asked, "Boss, are you kidding me?"

Feng Luan's eyes widened, and he said coldly: "If you are told to sell, you will sell, where is there so much nonsense? Remember... If someone asks you who painted it, you only say that the Eastern Emperor Continent got it by accident, and pay attention to hiding your whereabouts, so as not to be followed. ”

Feng Luan put away Jiang Yi's painting, suddenly thought of something, and said to Jiang Yi: "Childe, sign it, just write one." ”

"Oooh!"

Jiang Yi thought about it, picked up the pen and wrote three big characters on the corner - fluttering clothes.

After Jiang Yi finished writing, the earthy yellow light in Feng Luan's hand shone, and with a light sweep on the picture, the snow-white rice paper suddenly turned yellow, looking like an ancient painting.

"Alright, let's go!"

Feng Luan carefully rolled up the white paper and handed it to Qian Wanguan, although the latter was confused, Jiang Yi and Feng Luan were so solemn that he could only go for a trip. He poured the Phantom Moon Stone with Yuan Force with one hand, causing the appearance to change, and Jiang Yikong was forbidden by the Emperor Palace to teleport him out.

After Qian Wanguan went out, Jiang Yi sat in the lion chair, stretched out his hand to hold Feng Luan in his arms, leaned into her ear and said, "Feng'er, why don't we try that new move later?"

"Childe..."

Feng Luan's eyes were like silk, but her delicate body became more and more hot, and the herring fish also came up like a kitten, and took a bite on Jiang Yi's earlobe and said, "Childe, you haven't spoiled us for a long time." ”

"Hey, hey!"

Jiang Yi smiled, turned his head and pecked the herring, reached into her robe and touched it, and said with a smile: "Little herring, you're wet underneath, right?"

Qingyu writhed her delicate body unrelentingly, panting and saying rudely: "Childe, you don't know it...... How can you live without water?"

"Hahaha, you prodigal hoof!"

Jiang Yi let out a long laugh, swept Jiang Xiaonu's room and saw that she was still in retreat, Qian Wanguan must not have come back so much, so he got up and strode towards the palace with one hand in his hand.

Entering the dormitory, the herring climbed down slipperily, took out the water from the ancient god Yuan Ring and filled a large bath, and then the Yuan Force operated, the water became steaming, and she took out some dried petals of fragrant powder and sprinkled them into the water, and then said to Jiang Yi a thousand blessings: "Master, the slave maid serves you to bathe." ”

Feng Luan also grinned, and the two of them stripped Jiang Yi and sent him into the bath, only then did he lightly untie Luo Yi, take off his long skirt, and only one belly pocket was left for each person, and the two of them flew into the bath at the same time.

Jiang Yi looked at the two people swimming in the pool like two mermaids, the corners of his mouth showed a hint of evil color, and he smiled and said, "Two beauties, how about we try a new move tonight and the backyard flowers bloom?"

Feng Luan and Qingyu trembled, and Qingyu nodded with a big grin, looking like Jiang Yi could do whatever he wanted. Feng Luan was too ashamed to look at Jiang Yi, the steaming heat in the pool made her whole body more red, and it also made the spring in the dormitory a little stronger......