Royal Master Painter

Chapter 433
"Guests from outside the mountain? Looking for me?"

The old man Huang was a little strange, he put the baby girl in his arms on the ground, then asked Xie Bagong:

"The old man has never left Wuliu Village all his life. Did the guest find the wrong person?"

"Never left? Then, old man, who did you learn this painting from?"

Xie Bapi smiled but didn't smile and was alert in his heart that the harmless old man in front of him might be the real culprit who killed Wei Changli.

"Is it my painting?"

Mention this old man to interest.

"The old man has been very interested in this since he was a child. He sees mountains to imitate mountains, and sees water to paint water. He has been self-taught in painting all his life."

Such a statement made Xie Ba unable to refute, after all, what the painter really studied was the landscape world.

"It happens that I am also a painter, so I want to discuss painting skills with the old man."

Xie Ba just glanced at it briefly, and found that this painting is not bad, but this painting technique is not at all the exquisite technique passed down by the Wenfu for thousands of years.

"The painting, yes, it's the painting by old man Huang!"

"Since I can't find a flaw, then I will destroy this place..."

"There's treachery in this place!"

"This is my favorite long scroll, Wuliu Village painted more than 30 years ago."

Recalling scenes in my mind, everything is arranged according to that painting, and it has not moved a bit for so many years. Back then, the jujube tree only produced six dates, but now it is still only six?Is this a coincidence?

Xie Ba not only failed to take back the dark fire, but increased his yin power, and finally the entire mountain village was swallowed by the dark fire and turned into a black hole.

Xie Ba didn't care to look at the old man Huang's expression at all, just thinking in his head, did Lu Tanwei lead the wrong way, and Huang Fuweng wasn't here at all?Or maybe even Lu Tanwei is in cahoots with Boss Qing, and they are both members of the Baihu Guruhui?

"I'm going to see what this place is!"

Old man Huang couldn't say a complete sentence, he had never seen such a painting.

"Wenfu Paper Sealing Technique!"

Finally, I feel better. The small mountain village I found by chance reveals harmony and freedom everywhere, with children playing and women weaving.

Many villagers gathered around him, Xie Ba felt dizzy, why did he know everything here?

A series of paintings fully presented the process from self-learning to the first glimpse of the way, and this old man Huang is also not an enlightened person. Could it be that he is really not the Huang Fuweng I was looking for?

Just as the underworld fire was spreading to the outside world, the flame seemed to have encountered some obstacles. The scope of the underworld fire was shrinking, and finally disappeared directly, replaced by a piece of paper.

Xie Ba absently handed over one from the book tube, and the old man stared blankly after unfolding it.

"You come with me."

Looking down at the whole village, there is still no sense of disobedience in the company of mountains and rivers.

"As long as Huang Fuweng is still alive, I will definitely be able to find him!"

"Are you a painter too?"

The people in Wuliu Village were very enthusiastic about him, and Xie Ba felt ashamed for setting fire to him, as long as someone called him, he would immediately go to save people.

Xie Balin drew a rune, and the Yin power on his body formed a black flame through the culture of the rune. This is exactly the underworld fire he comprehended in Yin Luo Prison.

Xie Ba cheered himself up. He remembered that Immortal Zhang Lingsu of Tianxin Mansion had a Yinming Mirror, which could see all the people he met in the past and present. If he used the Yinming Mirror, he should be able to find them.

"This this…"

These paintings were unsightly at the beginning, but later they were well-painted. In the end, they really realized their own Danqing Dao. Even in Wenfu, they could not see such comprehension and spirituality.

Xie Bagui looked towards a corner in a strange way, why did I seem to know that there would be a well here?

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and as long as he doesn't take it away, the black flame will burn the entire mountain.

"Here are all my paintings, take a look at this one."

But the strange thing is, seeing that half of the mountain village has been burned, there is no cry for help from anyone in the village.

Xie Ba looked at the faces of these people in front of him, and they were very familiar, and they were exactly the same as those in the painting.

After confirming that the old man Huang was not the one he was looking for, Xie Ba left in a state of dismay regardless of the father and son's repeated attempts to persuade him to stay.

Xie Ba finally remembered that the reason why he knew the layout of Wuliu Village was because he had seen the painting of old man Huang.

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, he finally figured out what the problem was. The painting made by the old man Huang was 30 years ago, and the person on it was exactly the same as the person he saw now. Those who have not changed their appearance for 30 years.

The underworld fire is the divine fire of the underworld, even mountains and rocks can't resist such a raging flame, and soon the whole Wuliu Village is on fire.

As a member of Wenfu, Xie Ba certainly knows this technique.

The domineering and mighty momentum in the painting rushes through the paper, a one-legged cow stands among the clouds and waves on the top of the mountain, and even the old man Huang can hear the roar of the cow.

Old man Huang was very excited. No one had ever discussed painting skills with him, especially a painter outside the mountain.

"There are some. I am good at drawing some rare birds and animals."

"Guest? What's the matter with you?"

This made Xie Ba a little disappointed, and turned out a scroll of paintings from the corner.

Xie Ba, who was about to leave here, stopped in his tracks, and his body floated in mid-air with his spiritual power.

This superb painting uses high-grade pigments, which contain the essence of heaven and earth and the spiritual power of the painter, so it is not only lifelike, but also makes people feel that this is a real living thing.

Regardless of the shouts from the villagers around him, Xie Ba recklessly pushed open the door. Sure enough, just as he had imagined in his mind, one jujube tree has six dates!

These paintings are not as exquisite as Wenfu, with top-grade paper, high-quality paint and the best scrolls inlaid with gold and jade, all here are inferior paper.

The old man Huang took Xie Ba's wrist and walked towards a study room full of paintings.

There are also many paintings on it, Xie Ba took one casually and looked at it.

The mountain village just now has completely disappeared, replaced by a primitive mountain forest.

"Since you are also a painter, do you have any paintings?" Old Man Huang asked.

Standing in Wuliu Village, Xie Ba felt very familiar. There should be a jujube tree in this yard with six jujubes on it.

"Everything just now was a painting?"

Xie Ba's mind was in a mess, everything he saw before was illusory, it was the underworld fire that burned everything and revealed the original appearance of the mountain.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of person could draw such a painting, not only so realistic that even Wangxian Liuzhong couldn't see through it, and it covered the original landscape of mountains and rivers.

"Huang Fuweng, it must be him!"

There used to be two legendary painters in the previous generation of Wenfu, one was Lu Daoxuan, who had already passed away, and there was only one other person with such magical skills left, Huang Fuweng!
(End of this chapter)