Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng carefully looked at the painting from top to bottom, but no payment was actually made. It was a nameless painting.

Although it is an unknown work, the author's sketching, rendering, ink-spraying and other painting skills are perfect, the attitude of the old man on the ship, the color matching of the distant mountains and the flowing water, and the handling of the brilliant, not the graffiti of ordinary people.

The most strange thing about Ye Feng is that the oil-paper umbrellas in ink-splashing paintings are mostly bluish-yellow, and the oil-paper umbrellas in this ink-splashing painting are actually bright red, making this umbrella particularly conspicuous throughout the painting.

The root of the umbrella of the oil-paper umbrella is clearly visible, and the three-dimensional sense is very strong, giving people an illusion. This red umbrella seems to be removed from the painting with a light touch.

Seeing Ye Feng pay attention to the ink painting, Ouyang Changfeng smiled and said: "This was given to me by an old friend of mine. It is said that it was an ancient painting more than a thousand years ago, and there was no inscription. I don’t know who painted it. Every time my friend comes to talk about it, he makes a big guess, but no one knows who the author is. The reason why I hang this picture is not because it is so valuable, but because I like it Every time I browse this picture, I feel happy both physically and mentally. It seems like there is a warm current flowing all over my body, which makes me very comfortable and I hang here all the time."

Mrs. Ouyang covered her mouth and smiled: "Her husband, you have shown this picture again. Your friend is teasing you to play. Where is this ancient painting more than a thousand years ago? The colors are so bright, it is modern. "

There was a trace of unbearableness on Ronaldinho's face, but he couldn't help but said: "Mr. Ouyang, my grandfather collects ancient paintings, so I have some understanding of ancient paintings. To be honest, after a thousand years ago, the ancient In painting, the color will evaporate somewhat, and it won't be preserved so brightly. I don't think it has so many years of history."

Ye Feng is also secretly strange. The color of these pictures, especially the red umbrella is too bright, unlike the paintings more than a thousand years ago.

Ye Feng has seen paintings that have been passed down for thousands of years, that is, on the top of Huashan Mountain, the Taixuan Array won from the Shangqing Gate.

The Taixuan array is mottled and simple. Although it is still intact after thousands of years, it is not well preserved, but it contains a kind of aura. It is this kind of aura that made the Fuxuan array last thousands of years. Without rot.

This nameless picture is so bright, is it because of its aura?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng's heartstrings moved, and his eyes swept the unnamed scroll.

This scan really made him see some ways, and could not help but secretly wonder.

This unnamed scroll can be regarded as a spiritual painting.

In the depths of the drawing paper, a white aura, just like the vitality in the human body, circulates circling in the painting. If it is not with the eye of the destiny, it will not be seen at all.

Ye Feng also found that the white aura has a certain track to be found.

It walked along the bright red oil paper umbrella, from the handle to the umbrella bone, in each raised umbrella bone, and finally returned to the hand of the old man.

There is a lot of aura, Ouyang Changfeng enjoys a spring-like comfort every time he appreciates the scroll. It is not just a psychological effect, but the aura that is full of aura, which nourishes his body. .

Is this also a map?

What is the meaning of this anonymous scroll?

Ye Feng was full of doubts, a thought flowed to the white aura.

Suddenly, Ye Feng felt that there was a strong suction on the picture scroll. He sucked his thoughts firmly, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed from star to star.

When Ye Feng saw the scenery in front of him again, he was surprised to find that he left Ouyang Changfeng's study and came to the simple boat in the painting.

Sure enough, this scroll is a landscape painting of splashing ink, which is actually a method of formation.

The towering distant mountains are winding, the river is clear and turquoise, the gurgling flow, and the boat at the foot swaying leisurely.

The old man on the opposite side, his hair must be white, his long beard fluttering in the wind.

Ye Feng understands that he didn't really come into the scroll, but his thoughts triggered a special formation and had a conscious exchange with the scroll.

The old man was also surprised, with a white beard, looking at Ye Feng: "Boy, who are you, how could you be on my boat?"

Ye Feng speculates that the old man should be the instrumental spirit in this painting, just like the ugly old man, but the old man's level is not as high as the ugly old man, and his strength is not as strong as the ugly old man. Independent existence.

"My name is Ye Feng, I don't know what to call the elderly?"

The old man smiled faintly: "The sword sea is boundless, the return period is endless, and the old one is endless."

Ye Feng couldn't help but stunned and returned to Wuya. Wasn't that the fairy-like existence that carved the sword of smoke and rain on the stone wall in the caves of the 100,000 mountains in Miaojiang?

Ye Feng suddenly realized that this old man was not an instrumental spirit, but a touch of consciousness left by Wu Wuya in the painting. His own thoughts broke into the scroll and triggered this consciousness.

Thinking of it, he received a great discount from Gui Wuya. The smoke rain sword method allowed him to peep into the mystery of Feijian. He bowed deeply to Gui Wuya.

"Is the old man the old senior who created the Wuyu swordsmanship?"

The old man was even more surprised: "Young man, you actually know my smoke rain swordsmanship? I just created it, but I have never used it."

Ye Feng smiled. It seems that when Gui Wuya painted this picture, it was after he created the Sword of Smoky Rain that this lingering soul has always been in the painting. I don’t know that it has been thousands of years. Too.

Suddenly, a burst of smoke and rain came, and the light rain was hazy, bringing a trace of coolness, and covering the distant mountains with a layer of rain curtain.

Gui Wuya held up the bright red oil-paper umbrella and blocked the wind and rain. Ye Feng accidentally saw the umbrella handle of the umbrella with a blue and purple multicolored petal carved on it. Obviously this red oil-paper umbrella was used by women.

The boat went down the river, passing through a lush green bamboo forest, with the breeze blowing and the bamboo branches swaying.

The melodious flute sound from the woods was euphemistically beautiful, like sadness and complaint, and it seemed like a bird singing on a branch for a while, and it was like a spring dingdong, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

The high place is like a nine-day waterfall, flying dust up and down, and turning down sharply, the low place, like a gust of wind, penetrates into the heart, making people unable to calm down.

Ye Feng looked at Gui Wuya and saw a happy smile appear on his face. In the blink of an eye, Gui Wuya abandoned the ship and landed on the shore, striding meteor and walking towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

Ye Feng marveled, and Gui Wuya painted this picture. Ordinary people only saw a splendid landscape painting of splashing ink. Who thought that there was such a green bamboo forest hidden in the picture, and it also recorded the heart-wrenching. Flute.

(End of this chapter)