After doing all this, Wang Fan took a deep breath, and then he put aside the painting on the table.

Even though the painting is perfect, it is only in the late stage of Yudan, and it is still very far from his goal.

In this regard, he is not in a hurry, after all, it is not easy for him to reach this point in a year.

People must not be overly greedy, they must learn to be satisfied, but they must not be unmotivated.

He believed that sooner or later, he would definitely be able to draw the picture of a monk in the incarnation period, and the only thing he needed was time.

And what he can't hurry with is time, otherwise he will fall into the inferior on the way to mortality.

The small stone on the side watched Wang Fan paint with fascination, and Wang Fan was also accustomed to this.

Even he sometimes tried to draw a tiger himself, but instead drew a monster.

At this time, seeing that Wang Fan had drawn such a beautiful tiger, no, it should be Xue Wei, he really couldn't help it, and asked: "Uncle Wang, why is my painting not as similar to yours! Teach me quickly, otherwise I won't bring you wine to drink in the future!"

Hearing this, Wang Fan was silent for a while, then he raised his head, looked at the small stone in front of him, and said solemnly: "Painting, I can teach you, but if you want to reach my level, it will take ten years at the earliest." ”

Of course, this is still Wang Fan's thoughtful answer, Zeng Lei, this child, he has long seen that he has no spiritual root, and he is no longer able to practice.

After all, when he talks about painting, he doesn't mean the image of the painting, but more importantly, whether the painting you paint has its charm.

Wang Fan naturally reached this realm, but for painters among mortals, there are even fewer people who can reach this realm, and almost all of them can become a generation of painters.

Hearing Wang Fan's words, Zeng Lei suddenly had a bitter face, stuck out his tongue, and said: "But the Zhou painter on the other street, I think it's the same as what you painted, and he told me that it would be half a year at that time." You're going to have a lot of time... It's too long, isn't it?"

Seeing this, Wang Fan smiled slightly, took a sip of fruit wine, and said: "I am different from him, and my paintings are also different from his." ”

Hearing this, Zeng Lei's eyes showed a confused look, but he didn't understand Wang Fan's words.

"Little stone, it's coming out soon, let's play war today......"

At this moment, there was a sudden shout outside, it was some of Zeng Lei's playmates, although he liked to watch Wang Fan draw, but the nature of children who wanted to play could not be changed.

After a little hesitation, Zeng Lei stuck out his tongue and said, "That, Uncle Wang, I'll go out to play first, they're still waiting for me!"

Hearing this, Wang Fan smiled slightly and nodded, when he was his age, he was so playful.

As a person who has come over, he naturally understands the mind of a child.

After he left, Wang Fan took out a piece of rice paper again, and a figure appeared in his mind, and then a trace of ink gradually appeared on the paper.

However, it didn't take long for Zeng Lei to run back again, and behind him, he was followed by a middle-aged man, followed by several servants.

The middle-aged man was dressed gorgeously, but Wang Fan could tell at a glance that it was the clothes of the staff, and it was not the main one at all.

Zeng Lei took the lead in running into the store, quickly came to Wang Fan's side, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Wang, this person is specifically looking for you, I see that he intends to buy paintings, don't shout such an expensive price later, at least open a show, okay?"

After speaking, the middle-aged man had already walked into Wang Fan's shop, Zeng Lei hurriedly said: "This guest, this is the shop you are looking for, let me tell you, these paintings are much better than the Zhou painter on the next street, how about buying a few paintings back?"

Just as Zeng Lei was speaking, the middle-aged man couldn't take his eyes off it, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Compared with those who don't know the goods, he is a person who has seen the world, and as a staff member of the Eighth Prince, his vision is naturally not low.

He has also seen the paintings of Zhou painters that Zeng Lei said, although they are good, but compared with Wang Fan's paintings, they are one in the sky and one underground, and they are not compared at all.

If the paintings of Zhou painters are dead, then Wang Fan's paintings are already alive.

One dies, one lives!

The difference between one word and one word is a world of difference!

Wu Rong's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he stepped forward, looking at the half-finished figure painting on the table, and suddenly his heart was for a while, and the whole person was a little unsteady on his feet.

Then he looked at the painting that Wang Fan had painted before, that is, Xue Yan, his pupils shrank, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and the whole person took a few steps backwards.

If it hadn't been for the servants behind him, he would have fallen to the ground.

At this time, his whole face was pale and his expression was languishing, and as his gaze swept over the paintings on the walls around him, the light in his eyes became more and more shining.

He muttered to himself, "The real painting... Living Painting..."

The people on the side looked confused, but they didn't understand what he meant.

However, Wang Fan naturally understands that this person knows how to draw, but he shouldn't have completely immersed his mind in it, if he hadn't made a move just now, he wouldn't have to die here on the spot.

At this time, Wu Rong slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and after slowly spitting it out, he looked at Wang Fan and said, "I didn't think that Boss Wang was actually a painter, and under Wu Rong, he was the staff of the Eighth Prince." ”

Hearing this, Wang Fan's expression was as usual, and he didn't speak.

Seeing this, Wu Rong didn't feel embarrassed, and then asked, "Boss Wang, I don't know what creatures are on this painting, but I haven't seen it below." ”

Before Wang Fan could answer, Zeng Lei straightened his chest and stepped forward and said: "This is snow disgust, snow disgust do you know, it is stronger than a tiger." ”

"Snow is tired of ......" Wu Rong's face turned red, he really hadn't heard of it, and after remembering this name, he said, "I don't know how to sell this painting?"

Hearing this, Zeng Lei's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly signaled to Wang Fan, hurry up and open a price, you can open it, don't open the price too high, don't scare the guests away.

But Wang Fan's next words made him speechless and opened his mouth wide.

Without him, Wang Fan's price was simply outrageous, he had never heard of anyone with so much money in his life.

"One thousand taels of gold!" I saw Wang Fan's expression as usual, and he said casually.

I secretly said in my heart, Uncle Wang's business this time is probably going to be ruined again, I don't know when someone is willing to come next time.

I saw that Wu Rong shook his head, but none of the people before turned to leave, groaned slightly, and slowly spoke: "It's in Xia Menglang, I don't know how much is the cheapest painting here from Boss Wang?"

"Ten gold!" Zeng Lei on the side saw that there was still a chance, and couldn't wait to say.

"Oh, those paintings?" Wu Rong continued.

"It's... This... And this...... All of them are paintings that cost 10 gold. Wu Rong looked carefully, and this time he didn't vomit blood.

After all, these paintings are all lowest-level monks, and even demon beasts, Wu Rong can still withstand them.

Looking at the appearance of this guest carefully selected there, Zeng Lei was a little worried, after all, it depends on this person whether Uncle Wang can open or not.

That's it, he also thinks that ten gold is too expensive, Uncle Wang is really, why is it a lot, how can Uncle Wang do business!

Not to mention that Zeng Lei was thinking wildly in his heart, but at this time, Wu Rong's eyes were stuck on a painting.

It was a group of birds flying high, named Haiqing, who were group demon beasts in the early stage of Qi training, and even ordinary demon beasts in the middle stage of Qi training would not dare to provoke them.

After a little silence, Wu Rong slowly spoke: "This is the painting!"

As he spoke, he immediately took out ten taels of gold from his bosom and placed them on the table.

Seeing this, Wang Fan smiled slightly, glanced at this person with deep meaning, took down the painting from the wall, slowly rolled it up, and handed it to this person.

secretly said in his heart, this person is quite discerning, this sea blue bird is the best of its kind, but he will choose.

But since someone came to buy it, he naturally had to sell it, not to mention that the money was put on the table, so there was no reason not to make money.

As Zeng Lei said, I have to open a show!

Then Wu Rong took off his coat, wrapped the scroll inside, and quickly left here.

Zeng Lei looked at the ten gold on the table blankly, with a look of surprise, and muttered to himself: "A painting can be sold for ten gold, my father sells willow for a month is less than one-tenth of this, and when business is good, there is only one or two gold, Uncle Wang, you ......."

When he said that, he was more interested in Uncle Wang's painting craft, and if he sold a few more paintings, then he would not have to worry about food and clothing for his life.

But he never thought that if he wanted to paint such a painting, ten years, it would still be Wang Fan's ideal result, not to mention whether he could learn by heart, time was a problem, and his father Zeng Lin was the biggest obstacle.

If he came to learn to paint, what would happen to the ancestral wine flag of their great-family family, they couldn't destroy the inheritance of their ancestors in their own hands!

Zeng Lei didn't know his father's thoughts, but Wang Fan knew, but he didn't interfere with this.

After all, this is someone else's family matter, and Zeng Lin is not bad to him, but he can't do anything like that.

Therefore, Zeng Lei's learning to paint may not be as he wishes, but Wang Fan has long expected this.

As for whether there will be a chance in the future, it depends on fate (the author).