At the first glance of this painting, Xu Qing guessed that this painting might be a spiritual treasure.

But he guessed that it might be Jiupin.

After all, this painting is not a famous work, let alone an ancient painting with a long history, it was painted by the old king himself, and it was not even framed.

It is shocking enough that such a painting can become a spiritual treasure.

What's more, it's a seventh-level spirit treasure.

Level seven!

That's right, it's a seventh-level spirit treasure.

Xu Qing was really shocked.

The hands holding the paintings were trembling slightly.

Although the aura content in this painting is not very much, the charm is extremely rich, extremely vivid, extremely realistic, and even gives birth to the true appearance.

Xu Qing stared at the painting, concentrating and calming, mobilizing the six senses to possess the Yuan Shen, and observing the painting with the "eyes" of the Yuan Shen.

At this moment, in his "eyes", the painting completely changed, became vivid as if it were real, the little milk cat with a slender milk hair staggered to his side, sniffed his feet, followed by the little furry head rubbing against his ankles, he could even "feel" the touch of the fluff on the kitten's head scratching the skin.

Itchy.

It's realistic.

Only Xu Qing himself knows that this little milk cat is an ethereal existence, an existence that cannot be detected by modern science and technology, and something that does not exist in the modern scientific worldview.

However, modern scientific thinking also tells us that existence is reality.

So is this little milk cat a thing that exists in reality?

Xu Qing didn't know.

But he knew that he could indeed observe and even touch the kitten, and even interact with it, although it was definitely not a normal kitten.

Well, although a normal kitten is cute, it is definitely not so spiritual, not so perfect.

In layman's terms, this flawless little cat was shaped by the owner of the painting, Lao Wangtou, with a paintbrush.

Moreover, even the owner of Old Man Wang may not be able to observe or even realize the existence of the kitten.

Only Xu Qing and almost powerful cultivators could observe the existence of the kitten.

This is the incredible and colorful world that can be observed on the path of practice, which is much more wonderful than what is visible to the naked eye in the real world.

Don't talk about anything else, let's talk about petting cats.

It feels completely different.

Masturbating cats in reality, although there is flesh and blood, but the shortcomings are also obvious.

But this little kitten, the feel is completely different, the experience is completely different, it is the real sense of the exchange and interaction at the level of the spirit, and the enjoyment brought is at the soul level.

It is a pity that 99.99% of the people in the world do not have such blessings and fate.

Xu Qing "bent over" and "stroked" the head and neck of the little milk cat, the little milk cat shrunk back, trying to raise her head and sniff the taste of Xu Qing's palm with her pink nose, that kind of slight touch, much more comfortable than petting the cat in reality.

Zhang Lao Er pushed Xu Qing who was stunned: "Brother, what do you think?" ”

Xu Qing came back to his senses, broke away from the state of the primordial spirit, and shook his head: "It's nothing, I just think this painting is very good, and the painting is better than mine." ”

"Huh? Brother can also draw? ”

"Look at what you said, although it is certainly not as good as Old Man Wang's painting, it is not inferior to most of the current painters."

"Really? I have to show my hand when I go back, hehe, I didn't expect my brother to be versatile. ”

"There's a lot of things you didn't expect."

"Hehe," Zhang Lao Er smiled, turned his head and asked Lao Wangtou: "This painting really doesn't cost money?" ”

"Well," the old Wang Tou puffed out a puff of smoke: "Just leave a contact information, I like to communicate with people who can draw and know how to draw." ”

Xu Qing nodded hurriedly: "This is as it should be, as it should be." ”

He didn't dare to underestimate the little old man in front of him who could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Although the little old man looked like an ordinary little old man, he had never practiced fist and foot kung fu, and he was not a cultivator, but this shocking painting skill was enough to make him more vigilant.

Who knows that this little old man doesn't have any other special abilities?

He even suspected that he saw that Old Man Wang was just a fake Old Man Wang, and that he was disturbed by Lingbao or others.

It's not impossible.

Yan Zhenshan can interfere with his senses and block his observations.

Moreover, Yan Zhenshan entered the Tao with martial arts, which was different from a cultivator in the orthodox sense, so even if the little old man in front of him suddenly took off his mask and revealed his original beautiful girl face, he would not be surprised.

In addition, looking at the old man's meaning, it seems that he has something to say to him, and he will naturally not refuse.

In case the old man still has ten or eight such paintings to give him......

Zhang Lao Er didn't know this, and when Xu Qing added Lao Wangtou's WeChat, he shouted to leave: "Let's go, brother, you can go to other places when you go back." ”

Xu Qing nodded.

On the way back, he inquired about the details of the old king's head without a trace.

Zhang Lao Er didn't know, but a friend inquired.

Wang Shicheng, a native of Coal City, is a former professor of the Fine Arts Department of Shencheng University and a local painter.

Just a few words, no more news.

Zhang Lao Er still wondered: "Brother, what do you care about so much?" You don't want to see the old man pitiful and want to help him retire and die, right? ”

Xu Qing wanted to persuade Zhang Lao Er to be polite to Lao Wangtou, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything, Zhang Lao and Lao were not bad, and they were quite casual on Lao Wangtou's side, but they were not offended, and they went over and walked around every once in a while, which is a mind in itself, and I think Lao Wang Tou also knows this, and he should appreciate it.

If Lao Wangtou really wants to do something to Zhang Laoer, Zhang Laoer will definitely not live now.

Of course, the premise is that the old king is the real master.

If Old Man Wang is just a painting master who has reached the pinnacle of painting, then even if he wants to hurt Zhang Laoer, there is nothing he can do, no matter how Zhang Laoer is, he is still a cultivator, not a weak bird.

Anyway, it wasn't his turn to worry about it.

Returned to the city, followed Zhang Lao Er for a walk, declined Zhang Lao Er's invitation to take a bath after dinner, returned to the hotel, closed the doors and windows, and took out the painting.

From top to bottom, from the content of the picture to the inscription.

No matter how you look at it, it is an ordinary painting of flowers and birds, although the layout and technique are excellent, but they are not excellent to the point of excellence, and they are not even as skilled as some of today's top painters.

However, as long as he touches the painting, he can "see" the cute little milk cat.

This little milk cat is very unusual, as if it has intelligence, will do a lot of interaction with him, not rigid at all, completely different from the so-called smart pet, definitely not a pre-set intelligent program, as if it is a living soul.

Liu Changan has never seen this thing.

It's amazing.

Paintings are so magical, so isn't it even more amazing to be able to create such an existential painter?

Wang Shicheng, who is it?