Talk about bragging, why do you really have the qualifications of a great emperor?

Chapter 362 Cao Xiu’s visit

The two of them were like old friends, exchanging glasses of wine and chatting for a whole day and night.

The more Zhuang Feiwu chatted, the more he felt that Wang Xiu was a man of great talent, extraordinary, and very suitable to him. Every word he said made him feel like he had met Wang Xiu late.

"Brother Wang is a great talent! I really learned a lesson today!"

The next day, in front of the hospital.

Zhuang Feiwu said goodbye and solemnly said: "Zhuang gained a lot from talking with Brother Wang. I have already thought about some things... I won't say goodbye today. I'll come back to you another day!"

Wang Xiu tried to persuade him: "Don't worry, since Brother Zhuang is here, how can he come back empty-handed? Wait a moment... I'll make a painting for Brother Zhuang!"

Zhuang Feiwu said in confusion: "Don't I already have the painting?"

Wang Xiu said: "How can that be counted? Brother Zhuang and I hit it off immediately, so I should paint a portrait that is exclusive to Brother Zhuang!"

Say it.

He took Zhuang Feiwu to the foot of the pavilion.

He held the scroll and couldn't put it down.

Expand the blank scroll.

An old man with extraordinary temperament and a young girl with stunning appearance stepped out of the car.

The people gathered in the yard saw this.

……

Wang Xiu said with a smile: "Brother Zhuang, after you go back, you can look at this scroll more. Maybe you can learn something?"

In a blink of an eye.

I am the first person!

The other is his precious granddaughter, the apple of his eye! "

Brother Wang has never painted a portrait of a man.

Immediately attracted by the unique temperament of the two of them, they consciously stepped out of the way.

The tip of the pen moved rapidly across the paper, like a dragon swimming, and in a short time, a picture scroll took shape.

Zhuang Feiwu looked at the portrait with great joy.

An elegant and luxurious car pulled by four white jade horses of rare and exotic animals slowly stopped.

In front of Wang Xiu's residence.

"Who are these two people? It feels very extraordinary!"

A few more days passed.

If I remember correctly.

Zhuang Feiwu cupped his hands and said: "Don't worry, Brother Wang's calligraphy treasures, Mr. Zhuang will definitely be a good collector of them. Come and watch them sooner or later!"

"You don't even know about this? The president of the Qingye Club, the rumored number one painter in Huangzhou, the real Taishan Beidou!

"Okay, great painting!"

"He is the first person? How come I heard that another president of the Red Mountain Society is the first person?"

"Hongshan Society? I don't like to see their paintings. They are very rigid and have no spirituality... Aoba Society's paintings are better. They are full of artistic conception. They are worth savoring over and over again. No matter how you look at them, you won't get tired of them!"

"Nonsense, Aoba's paintings look like ghosts drawing talismans. I can't even understand them. Is that a painting?"

"..."

Cao Xiu ignored the whispers beside him.

He winked at Cao Qingqing.

The latter immediately stepped forward, handed over the greeting card, and said with a soft smile: "Excuse me, my dear lady, my ancestor came to visit me as promised, and discuss the art of painting with the prince!"

Nie Linglan smiled sweetly and said neither humble nor arrogantly: "My young master said that if President Cao comes, there is no need to report, just go in directly!"

Hearing this, Cao Xiu Zhuangruo let out a surprised sound, and laughed loudly: "It is said that in this white jade city, it is as difficult as going to the sky to meet the prince. I didn't expect that the old man I still have such face!"

Nie Linglan laughed softly and said, "President Cao is just kidding. You are a giant in painting. My young master has always respected you!"

A few people were chatting and laughing as they entered and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

in the crowd.

There was a lot of discussion.

"Hiss, President Qingye actually took the initiative to visit Mr. Wang Yitian, am I right?"

"No matter how you say it, Mr. Wang is just a rookie in the painting world at best, but this... has long been the famous Taishan Beidou. Is this identity... the other way around?"

"What do you know? President Cao has always loved talents. This is courtesy to Corporal Xian..." "If you say so, then Wang Yitian is so ignorant of praise that he doesn't even greet him!"

"..."

Everyone was whispering to each other.

Outside the courtyard gate, many figures squatting here day and night saw this scene, and they all took out the messenger charms and passed the news back.

……

Somewhere in a loft near the river, the scenery is endless.

The beautiful dancer dances to the song.

A group of elegantly dressed figures were surrounding several scrolls, talking eloquently.

“Brother Zhang’s painting of returning wild geese lining the river is really both visually and spiritually beautiful. It’s amazing!”

"No, no, Brother Lin's picture of a hundred scenes on the Spring River is truly wonderful..."

"..."

Everyone complimented each other.

A young man in blue stood beside the bead curtain and said respectfully: "Miss Fang, these are famous talents in our White Jade City. They are all outstanding painters and have the true inheritance of famous teachers. Look... "

"That's it?"

A cold voice came from within the bead curtain, with unabashed contempt, making the atmosphere in the venue suddenly solemn.

"If these guys are the most outstanding talents in your Huangzhou...then I'm afraid you won't have a chance at the Xiaohan Mountain Banquet!"

As the voice came out, many young people in the room looked ugly, turning blue and white, but they did not dare to say anything.

at this time.

A small voice came.

"Mountain Master! The latest news is that Qingye Guild President Cao Xiu personally went to visit the rookie Wang Yitian and said he wanted to learn about painting!"

Hear the words.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Then an uproar broke out.

Who is Cao Xiu? A giant in painting!

One of the best painted figures in Huangzhou.

There are very few people in the world who are qualified to discuss painting with him!

Now he actually comes to the door to discuss with a rookie who has just gained some fame?

It’s simply unbelievable!

"Cao Xiu?"

Behind the bead curtain, a girl in purple looked arrogant, like a plum blossom in the snow. She tilted her head and thought about it: "I misread his painting. I have gained some truth, and I can still read it..."

"As for Wang Yitian... I have never heard of it!"

On the side, the young man in blue said quickly: "Miss Fang, you have just arrived in White Jade City. I'm afraid you don't know. This person has only become famous in White Jade City in recent months. There has never been such a person before...

It is said that he is very good at painting portraits, and the portraits painted by this person... seem to have some magical powers, which can help people change their appearance and even reshape their bodies..."

Hear this.

A hint of interest flashed in the purple-clothed girl's eyes: "Are there any paintings by him?"

The young man in blue quickly said: "Yes!"

After saying that, he left in a hurry, and not long after, he arrived holding several paintings.

"These are all paintings made by Wang Yitian. They have been spread by various brands these days and are all over the streets!"

The girl in purple opened one, looked at it carefully, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "The brushwork is exquisite, almost to the point of returning to nature..."

Hearing this, the young man in blue was suddenly surprised.

You must know that the girl in front of you has a mysterious origin. Even Cao Xiu seems to be barely worth mentioning in her eyes.

Now I have such a reaction because of Wang Yitian's paintings!

Looked at it for a while.

The girl in purple shook her head.

Seeing this, the young man in blue suddenly became nervous: "What? What's wrong?"

The girl in purple said: "This painting has been imprinted too much and has long lost its true meaning. Just from the brushwork and shape, we can't tell much. Is there an original?"

(End of this chapter)