White Jade City.

Somewhere in a tasteful courtyard.

Several elegantly dressed painters were full of anger and resentment.

"What is the origin of that kid surnamed Wang?"

"It's only been a few days, and I've stolen all the limelight!"

"We don't value fame and fortune when we paint people, but he doesn't take us seriously when he does this!"

“……”

Their eyes were full of unhappiness.

Everyone present has studied painting since childhood, and has made remarkable achievements, and has already gained a reputation.

Although, not everyone can really get into the Tao with painting.

In the cultivation world, it is impossible to obtain the status of the predecessors of the Painting Immortals and their disciples.

Even, because the painting itself is not good at fighting.

For the cultivation of the word, it is not so great.

As a result, in the eyes of the rest of the practitioners, they have always been on the despised side.

Over the years, I have been angry.

Now, the birthday of the painting fairy is imminent, and they finally ushered in the light that they have been waiting for so hard.

Get ready to go big.

Once you can win the favor of the painting immortals, you can rise to the top, change your face from now on, and become a master.

True.

They thought it would be a tough competition this time.

But they never expected that the first obstacle they encountered was not everyone from a certain academy, or an older generation of masters who had been well versed in this way for thousands of years.

It's actually a gentleman who has never heard of a reputation before.

In just a few days, the streets and alleys were all talking about Wang Yitian, and when it came to painting, people only knew him! If this continues, aren't we all done? A middle-aged man with a big temper slapped the table.

"Brother Cao, you have something to say!" Suddenly, a person looked at the old man in Tsing Yi who was painting alone in the pavilion and said.

Hear the words.

Everyone's eyes fell on the old man in Tsing Yi.

The old man in Tsing Yi said, "What do you say? ”

Everyone said: "You are the president of the Aoba Society, shouldn't you stand up and preside over the overall situation?" ”

Cao Xiu still didn't raise his head and said, "What is the overall situation?" ”

Everyone was slightly speechless, and then said, "Do you just see that kid being so arrogant?" ”

Cao Xiu slowly put down the pen and looked at the person who spoke: "When we paint people in the Tao, we have to rely on our works to speak!" His paintings can be liked by everyone and pursued by everyone, that is his ability! If you want to win back people's hearts, you can draw a few pictures that are better than him, right? ”

Everyone paused slightly, and said: "The paintings he painted are extremely flattering, and they are all offering affection to those women, and I don't care about them!" ”

Cao Xiu said expressionlessly: "Is it disdainful, or can't you draw?" ”

The crowd was dumbfounded again.

Cao Xiu walked out of the pavilion with his hands behind his back and waved his sleeves.

A flash of light flashed.

A picture scroll appeared on the stone table in the courtyard.

As the scroll slowly unfolds.

Everyone immediately saw the peerless beauty painted on it.

"This ...... Isn't it the painting that the one surnamed Wang painted for the second lady of the Luo family?? Why is Brother Cao here? ”

Everyone was amazed.

This one is obviously a painting made by Wang Xiu for Luo Yuanting.

Cao Xiu said calmly: "I am an old friend of the third master of the Luo family, I went to visit yesterday, and when I saw this painting, I cast a spell to rub a copy!" ”

It turned out to be a rubbing!

Everyone was stunned.

"You only see the appearance of him pleasing those women with his paintings, but you do not see the true core!"

Cao Xiu walked closer, his fingers lightly touched the scroll, from top to bottom, while looking at it and sighed: "This painting, completed in one go, without the slightest delay, whether it is the brushwork or the artistic conception, it has reached the point of impeccable!" It seems random, not ingenious, but in fact...... This person's painting attainments have reached the realm of earth-shattering ghosts and gods! Ke - a generation of grandmasters! ”

Slowly spoke with his evaluation.

A series of gasps suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

Incredible eyes fell on Cao Xiu.

I couldn't believe he could say such a thing.

Who is Cao Xiu?

President of the Aoba Association.

The thirty-six counties of Huangzhou are recognized as one of the ten people with the strongest painting attainments!

When he was young, he was known for his fiery temper and his six relatives did not recognize.

There are only paintings in the eyes.

There is no power, even in the face of a high-level cultivator, as long as he dares to slander the painting path in front of him, he will dare to go up and fight hard.

Because of this temperament.

He offended a lot of people.

But also because of this temperament, he is also valued by many big names in the circle.

What's more.

Back then, the predecessors of the painting immortals traveled here, and in the name of Yundao people, they gave him a few words.

There is a half-teacher friendship with him.

So many people were unhappy with him, but they didn't dare to touch him.

This allowed him to gradually grow up and become one of the top figures in the field of painting in this wasteland.

Such people.

actually made such a high evaluation of Wang Xiu's paintings.

It's incredible!

"Brother Cao, what are you talking about...... Seriously? ”

"How have you ever seen me talking nonsense on the road?"

Cao Xiu asked lightly, which immediately made everyone dumbfounded.

After a pause, Cao Xiu sighed: "Although I don't know what the identity of this person is! But...... With just this hand, I'm afraid that in the entire Nine Heavens, except for Xiao Hanshan, no one can overpower him! ”

Hiss!

The sound of gasping cold air came and went.

This sentence is even more striking than the previous evaluation.

Xiaohan Mountain, that is the dojo of the predecessors of the painting immortals, among which there are the disciples of the predecessors of the painting immortals.

What Cao Xiu means by this is that the painting immortal is not in a vein, and Wang Xiu's painting attainments are well-deserved as the first person in the Nine Heavens?

"Brother Cao, what are you talking about...... It's over! ”

"That's it, he's just a hairy boy who hasn't dried up, and if he has qualifications or not, even if he has some talent, how can he get to the point you said?"

Everyone didn't believe it, and even had doubts in their hearts, did Cao Xiu take advantage of that kid?

That's right, it's fake!

When Cao Xiu heard this, he sneered and looked at them: "Qualifications? If the qualifications are useful, all of you who have been in the painting for hundreds of years have become painting immortals! A great work is right in front of you, but you don't know it...... It's a waste of your life painting in vain, it's really a stain on painting! ”

After he said this, his face darkened, and he brushed his sleeves and said, "Come on, send off guests!" ”

Everyone's faces turned red and white, and they all became difficult to look at.

Cao Xiu's temper is like this.

When you get angry, you don't care about ghosts, and no one gives face.

But they didn't dare to confront Cao Xiu face to face.

I could only snort coldly a few times and walk away.

Cao Xiu looked at their departing backs and snorted: "A group of villains, how can they have the integrity and character of the people in the Dao?" ”

"Hee-hee...... That's nature, all over the world, how many people can be like my grandfather, with good style and attainments, and Danqing will be passed down from generation to generation? ”

That's when it happened.

A pretty-looking woman suddenly appeared in the courtyard and blinked strangely.

When Cao Xiu saw him, the anger on his face suddenly dissipated.

"Qing'er, did you go to find that prince too?"

(End of chapter)