Li Ziqing shouted in surprise when he heard Ji Yanran's words.

The longer he was in contact with Feng Qingyao, the more Li Ziqing felt that his brain was not enough, and the more he felt that he was too stupid. His hobbies are only reading and playing chess, but neither of them seems to be as good as Feng Qingyao. But what about Feng Qingyao? Needless to say, there is no need to talk about knowledge, playing chess, playing the piano, martial arts, and medical skills, and now there is even a master-level painting skill.

"Wind boy, wind boy, the old man didn't believe that there were all-rounders and generalists in this world before, but after getting to know you, the old man found out that there are really geniuses in this world, and there are really generalists. 」

Li Ziqing didn't doubt Ji Yanran's words at all, because he had already seen too many strange things about Feng Qingyao.

King Jidong and Ma Boyuan also nodded again and again, Feng Qingyao gave them too much shock. Although Li Shijing was a little surprised, he also felt that Ji Yanran should not lie, and he nodded and praised again and again.

"As I said earlier, Master is omnipotent and omnipotent, and nothing in this world can stump Master. Such a good painting can only be drawn by my master. Li Zhiqi jumped out and said with a stinky face.

Baili Mengming also understood why Zhou Xue showed a look of admiration to Feng Qingyao at this time, as a top painter, he may not worship people who do poetry well, nor do he worship people with high martial arts, and he may not have any interest in playing chess, but if he meets a grandmaster-level painting master, he will definitely worship it.

"You said that he painted it, so it must have been him?" Nangong Yu said with great displeasure when he heard the praise from around him.

"I drew it, I drew it, I don't need to impostor. I don't bother to replace anyone. Feng Qingyao glanced at Nangong Yu and said lightly. Although the voice was not loud, a sense of arrogance came to his face in his words. It was a great confidence in what I was capable of.

"Hmph! There are many people in this world who deceive the world and steal their reputation, who can prove that you painted it?" Nangong Yu said with a sneer.

"I can prove that these paintings were painted by my husband, and that they were painted by my husband in front of my eyes, and I saw the wonderful brushwork with my own eyes when I painted. Hearing Nangong Yu's suspicion of Feng Qingyao, Ji Yanran said very unhappily.

"You are husband and wife, you will naturally help him speak, you don't count. Unless he can draw another one in public. Nangong Yu said reluctantly.

Li Zhiqi saw Nangong Yu holding on to his master relentlessly, and his anger suddenly came up again, pointing at Nangong Yu's nose and saying, "Boy, you have itchy skin again, aren't you?

Nangong Yu's chest was stuffy by Li Zhiqi's attitude. But he really couldn't beat Li Zhiqi. was also afraid that Li Zhiqi would really do it to himself again, so he snorted and turned his head and stopped talking.

"I painted it, I painted it, I don't need to prove it to anyone, what does it matter to me if others believe it or not?" Feng Qingyao still looked calm and breezy.

Feng Qingyao didn't take it seriously, but Taibao Li Ziqing was a little itchy. I don't know. Since I know that Feng Qingyao is the one who paints these paintings. Moreover, Ji Yanran just said that when Feng Qingyao paints, there will be a scene of legendary wonderful brushstrokes, and Li Ziqing wants to see Feng Qingyao paint even more.

"Wind boy, we believe you painted these paintings. With your natural temperament, you don't lie, and you don't disdain to lie. But I've never seen you paint, old man, so how about I perform for me today?"

Feng Qingyao glanced at Li Ziqing and said lightly, "I'm not interested. 」

"Hey, Feng Xiaoyou, we are also friends, right? Since we are friends, why not show us your talents? Besides, today is the birthday of the prince of Jidong, so you can paint a picture as a birthday gift for the prince. Ma Boyuan also agitated on the side.

Li Shijing also helped to encourage Feng Qingyao to make a painting on the spot, and gave it to the king of Jidong as a birthday gift, and also let them see the grandmaster-level painting skills.

Feng Qingyao thought about it for a while, and felt that the king of Jidong was still a very good person, when he took so many medicinal materials from the medicine depot of the palace, the king of Jidong didn't say anything, Li Ziqing and Ma Boyuan The relationship between the two elders and himself is also quite good, and it is nothing to paint a picture for them, so he nodded and said, "Then I will draw one, and the pen and ink will serve." 」

"Quick, quick, quick! pen and ink waiting!"

Before the king of Jidong could say anything, Li Ziqing shouted loudly to the people in the palace not far away.

Soon the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all ready, the pen is the best steppe wolf, the ink is a generation of ink master Xiao Xiangzi made treasures, the paper is the best Xuanzhou Xuan paper, the inkstone is Taozhou Tao Yan, the paper is the Taifu of the Dynasty, the grinding is the Taibao of the Dynasty, it can be said that since ancient times, there is no painting like this painting so laborious.

Pick up the pen and come to the bookcase, ponder for a moment, and then put pen to paper. In a moment, the whole painting began to emerge, an octagonal pavilion surrounded by flowers, and a Confucian scholar sat in the pavilion, with a yaoqin in front of him. The Confucian scholar was concentrating on stroking the qin, and an elk was lying at the feet of the Confucian scholar with its eyes squinting slightly, as if it was fascinated by the sound of the qin. A flock of birds also landed around the pavilion, as if attracted by the sound of the harp.

After a while, everyone found that the Confucian scholar who was playing the qin in the pavilion was the king of Jidong himself, and the temperament of the king of Jidong was compelling but indifferent, indifferent to fame and fortune, and it was obvious that the person in the painting was satisfied with the current comfortable life, as if it was not as good as the life in front of him.

And as Feng Qingyao painted, everyone seemed to hear a faint piano sound, Feng Qingyao's pen emitted a faint light, and a qiē on the painting scroll actually appeared in mid-air, which was the legendary wonderful brush.

"Good, good, good!"

When Feng Qingyao's last stroke was put away, the king of Jidong couldn't wait to shout. When Feng Qingyao was painting just now, he was afraid that his voice would affect Feng Qingyao's painting, so he endured it and didn't dare to speak, and now that Feng Qingyao finished painting, King Jidong naturally couldn't help it anymore, and applauded directly.

"It's really worth the trip, I didn't expect to come to celebrate the birthday of the prince and see the birth of such a peerless painting. Li Shijing said excitedly. Wonderful brushstrokes and flowers have always been legendary things, but I didn't expect to really see this legendary miracle today, how could Li Shijing not be excited?

Li Ziqing and Ma Boyuan were also excited, and it was a thing for anyone to boast about witnessing the birth of such a peerless painting. (To be continued......)