Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

"What is sky painting?"

Herring blinked in surprise and asked, Jiang Yi also turned his head in amazement, his painting of ghost symbols could also make Feng Luan so praised? If he was a genius, Feng Luan painted so well, not a genius among geniuses?

Feng Luan swallowed, and said with a deep voice: "You don't understand painting, so you don't understand it. Everyone who knows painting knows that painting is divided into five grades. The second is the painter, the second is the painter, and the third is the painting sect. The fourth is the painting king. The highest level is called the painting emperor! The same in the rhythm world also has this name. Many people have a high degree of musical proficiency. If they can reach the highest level, they can also be named as the emperor."

The herring still didn't understand, and asked confusedly: "What does that have to do with the son? I feel... the son's painting is average."

"Ha ha!"

Jiang Yi couldn't help but laugh out of his own, he was so ordinary, it was unsightly.

Feng Luan waved his hand and said: "You listen to me explain that the painting world has strict grades. Generally, you can make a reluctant painting. You can be called a painter. The level of the painter is pretty good, if you reach the painter. Level, one painting can sell tens of thousands of days stone casually. According to the calculation... my level is barely up to the painting sect, and above the painting sect is the painting king. It’s just like the real thing. Even if you draw a person, if you don’t look closely, you think it’s a real person..."

"Yeah, yeah! My sister drew a portrait of the son of the earth. It was awesome. At that time, I thought it was a real person." Herring nodded and asked curiously, "So what is the painting emperor?"

"I'm so far away!"

Feng Luan shook his head with a wry smile, and immediately explained: "It is said that there is a painting emperor in the Middle Eastern emperor continent, and...Emperor Buddha should be a painting emperor. His paintings have a Zen sense, which can make people look at them and realize the truth. There are 108 paintings in a secret area, and there are 180 kinds of Zen in it. The children of their family can see the painting and realize Zen! In other words-from the painting, feel the Tao Yun. We call it heavenly painting, meaning a painting that blends heaven and earth!"

"Well……"

Herring suddenly looked towards the paintings painted by Jiang Yi, and all of her pretty faces were amazed. She said in disbelief: "Sister, what do you mean... The paintings written by the son are heavenly paintings? And the paintings painted by the Buddha Emperor Same? Isn’t that priceless?”

"Uh!"

Jiang Yi was also stunned. If he didn't see Feng Luan likes to paint, and if he said it right, he would sneer.

Feng Luan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The master's painting skills are not even considered by the painter, but... he has Dao rhythm in his paintings, I can clearly feel that if it is not for me to refine my soul Dao fragments, it is difficult to understand Dao, Just now I can realize a kind of dimple from my son's painting. My son, you can sell this painting-at least a million days of stone!"

"what?"

Jiang Yihu's body was shocked. The things he scribbled could be worth a million days of stone. Then he went to hunt down the mountain bandit army.

"Do not believe?"

Feng Luan smiled indifferently: "You can ask Wan Guan to take this painting to the largest painting pavilion in the city and find a high-level painter to appraise it. If you can't sell a million days of stone, the son said last time, Fenger It’s up to you."

"any request?"

Jiang Yi blinked confusedly, and saw Feng Luan's face flushed and bleeding on his skin. His eyes suddenly flicked and his heart swayed. Last time he temporarily intended to play a new move, Feng Luan always Unwilling, I did not expect to take the initiative to come to the door this time. It seems that his painting has a great impact on Feng Luan's soul...

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Yi laughed, and Shenshen swept into Qian Wanguan's room, sinking: "Wan Guan, come out."

Ask Qian Wanguan to come out, of course, not just to play new moves, but Feng Luan said solemnly, he must try, if he can really sell millions of stone, this is a way of making money, he can draw Earn a lot of Tianshi, and then you can go to Shenci City to settle down.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Qian Wanguan ran out, and Jiang Yi pointed to the painting he had just painted and said, "You go to the best painting pavilion in the city and sell this painting for a million stone price!"

"How many?"

Qian Wanguan smiled and looked suspiciously at Jiang Yi's paintings, then at the Fengluan's painting next to him, and asked, "Boss, are you teasing me?"

Feng Luan's eyes glared and said coldly: "If you are asked to sell, you will sell. Where is so much nonsense? Someone knows the goods naturally when you go. Remember... If someone asks you who painted, you only say Donghuang What the mainland got by accident, and pay attention to hiding whereabouts, don't be followed."

Feng Luan put away Jiang Yi's paintings and suddenly thought of something, Zhao Jiangyi said: "Master, sign a name, just write one."

"Oh!"

Jiang Yi thought about it and wrote three big characters in the corner-Yi Piao Piao.

After Jiang Yi finished writing, Feng Luan's hands gleamed with the earthy yellow light and swept the screen lightly. The snow-white rice paper suddenly turned yellow and looked like an ancient painting.

"Okay, go!"

Feng Luan carefully rolled up the white paper and handed it to Qian Wanguan. Although the latter had no idea, Jiang Yi and Feng Luan were so serious that he could only go for a trip. He used one-handed force to infuse the magic moonstone to change the shape, and Jiang Yi controlled the imperial palace ban to send him out.

After Qian Wanwan went out, Jiang Yi sat in the lion's chair, stretched his hands to embrace Feng Luan in his arms, and leaned into her ear and said, "Feng'er, why don't we wait for that new move?"

"Son..."

Feng Luan's charming eyes are like silk, her body is getting hotter with a laugh, herring is also like a kitten, and she nibbled on Jiang Yi's earlobe: "Son, you haven't spoiled us for a long time. Now."

"Hey!"

Jiang Yi smiled, turned his head and pecked herring, reached into her robe and touched it, laughing: "Little herring, are you all wet underneath?"

Herring twisted her body in disbelief, panting and groaning, "Son, you don't know... how can you live without water fish?"

"Hahaha, you wave hoof!"

Jiang Yichang laughed a long time, and his eyes swept Jiang Xiaonu's room to see that she was still in retreat. Qian Wanguan didn't come back so much. He stood up and took a big step toward the palace.

Entering the dormitory, the herring crawled down smoothly, took the fresh water from the ancient **** Yuanjie to fill a large bath, and then ran the force, the water became hot, and she took out some dried powder and scattered the petals into the water. Only then was there a great blessing towards Jiang Yi: "Master, the slave-servant will serve you to bathe."

Feng Luan also grinned, and the two sent Jiang Yi to the bath in a row, and then he relaxed the dress, and removed the dress, leaving only one bellyband for each person, and they both flew into the bath at the same time. .

Jiang Yi looked at the two men swimming like two mermaids in the pool, and a hint of evil color appeared in the corner of his mouth, hehe smiled and said: "Two beauties, how about we try a new trick to the backyard flower tonight?"

Feng Luan and herring shuddered, herring nodded wildly, and Jiang Yi looked as he wanted. Feng Luan was too ashamed to look at Jiang Yi, and the hotness in the pool made her whole body more red, and also made the spring in the bedroom more intense...