The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 466, everyone has their own destiny

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This...why is this painting wriggling by itself?
Soon, a picture of fisherman's song with freehand landscape has been formed.

It is exactly the same as the one on the wall, even more freehand, with the charm of mountains and rivers, and the blue is better than the blue.

It's just a splash of ink.

Li Yu waved his hand, and the fisherman's song picture on the wall floated down and floated in front of Yan Dong.

After the painting was unloaded, it had turned into an ordinary picture of fisherman's song, no longer the dynamic painting just now, but the picture of fisherman's song splashed with ink just now took his place, and became the center of the painting room, complementing each other.

The paintings on the wall are alive.

The painting under the wall is dead.

"What is this?" Curator Jin looked at the painting on the wall in disbelief.

A better picture was created in a flash.

Hanging on the wall becomes a dynamic painting.

At this time, Director Jin looked at the painting held in Yan Dong's hand with a dull expression.

The artistic conception of the painting seemed to have been deprived, without the charm of the previous landscape, Curator Jin swallowed his mouth while looking at the painting.

"Even the artistic conception of the painting is gone. This is being transferred? How is this possible? It's incredible."

"Artistic conception? I don't think there is any difference," Xiao He wondered.

"Whether a painting is good or not does not depend on how exquisite its workmanship is. If you look at this, the 3D printer is probably the best sculptor and painter in the world." The corner of Curator Jin's mouth twitched: "I don't know what to do. How can I explain to you, in short, now Yan Dong’s paintings are worthless, worthless, what is valuable are the paintings on the wall now”

Li Yu looked at the picture of a fisherman's song on the wall, and smiled.

"Pimpedao will naturally not hand you over to others."

In an instant, an emotion called joy came from the fisherman's song picture.

Originally, the painting was just a carrier, carrying the rhyme in it.

The rhyme of the painting in Yan Dong's hand has long been integrated with the painting room, regardless of each other, even if the original painting is taken off, it is just a painting of Mo De's soul.

What's wrong with giving you soulless waste paper.

"My painting my painting."

"You wouldn't say that the painting on the wall is your painting, would you?" Ye Huangkong sneered: "That would be too shameless, everyone present saw it, this painting was drawn by the master on the spot, no matter how much you like No matter how serious my prejudices are, I can’t deny the ownership of this painting.”

There was a moment of silence, unable to refute, the facts were in front of my eyes.

"Your painting, as much as you want, the poor can paint as much as you want."

Li Yu smiled, looked at Yan Dong and said.

"How, do you want more?"

"I didn't expect that the famous paintings I collected through hard work would be able to draw better ones, which made me feel a strong sense of frustration."

In the main hall, Ye Huangkong looked at Li Yu with a wry smile.

"This painting is not drawn casually. If it is the one in the studio, it is only this one. There is no other one. Even a poor man cannot paint a second one. Even if he paints it, he has no soul. Painting. Strictly speaking, what I draw is still the one you gave me."

The paintings in the Tibetan painting room all have their own unique charm, which is the charm of ancient and famous paintings.

"Anyway, the master is really admirable. I'm afraid that mortals will not be able to truly understand this skill for the rest of their lives."

Li Yu could see that the reputation of this once unparalleled social person had reached the peak of admiration for him. No matter how he explained it, it was useless, and the facts were not difficult to understand. As a former social person, he himself was a power admirer. In the face of powerful forces, it will show full admiration.

At this time, Ye Huangkong started to cough crazily again, and Li Yu handed him a cup of tea.

"Drink it, at least. You will feel better in the Taoist temple after drinking this tea."

Ye Huangkong looks so weak now, not only because of the ghost behind his back, but also because of the basic diseases of his body, which also weakened his body, slowly being corroded and destroyed.

"thanks."

After drinking the tea, Ye Huangkong let out a long sigh of relief, feeling relieved, and said with emotion.

"Old man, I have ended up like this, it is completely retribution. I am more determined now, and I will urge my grandchildren in the future to walk on the right path. This time I understand it. One day is a river and lake person, and one day is a lifetime. What does it mean to be a Jianghu person?"

Ye Huangkong didn't regret taking the medicine, but Ye Huangkong's descendants did, and they still had a chance.

At this time, Ye Huangkong thanked Li Yu and then left. He didn't go to the main hall to pray to the gods to remove the ghosts behind him or relieve the pain.

If you say you are here to pay a visit, you are really here to pay a visit, and you don't ask anyone in this regard.

Take your own responsibility, whether it is a ghost or a disease.
After Ye Huangkong left, a beautiful young woman walked in.

Li Yu recognized this girl, she was with Yan Dong just now.

Name: Liu Shaoqin
Gender: Female
Race: human

Remarks: A woman who once enjoyed a good life, but now her family is in ruins.

At this time, her panel showed a black and red color that I wanted to see.

"Master, I'm sorry, please forgive us for what we have done."

Liu Shaoqin knelt down directly.

Li Yu didn't continue to look at this girl, but said lightly.

"Pindao said that no one can steal a painting from Pindao's studio."

"I, I know that the master has great powers, I just ask you to forgive us"

"Well, of course Pindao will not take revenge for this kind of thing."

To complain directly, Li Yu didn't want to remind her of the problem of the panel turning black.

Now Liu Shaoqin breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Yu didn't have much ill feeling towards this woman.

It can be seen that Yan Dong used to be quite rich, he was considered a type of young master, but now that his family has fallen and he has to rely on theft to make ends meet, this girl still persists.

Of course, the quality can't be said to be excellent, after all, it can be regarded as an accomplice of stealing paintings
"Maybe this is our fate. At first, I fantasized that I would be able to turn around this time. I didn't expect that it was just like what the master said. It was nothing to fetch water from a bamboo basket. With his temperament, even if he has a sum of money, what can he do?" In the end, we will still be defeated, and we will still have nothing in the end.”

Looking at her thin back, Li Yu couldn't help reminding her.

"Many acts of unrighteousness will lead to self-death. There are always hardships and hardships in life. If you do unrighteous things, the best end may be like Ye Huangkong. Although you survived, the debt will be borne for the rest of your life, and even disaster. The next generation."

Liu Shaoqin stared at Li Yu for a moment, then nodded, not knowing whether he understood or not.

Should we continue to rely on the so-called theft and hope to turn around, or should we live a down-to-earth life?
Li Yu didn't want to care about it either.

Everyone has his own life.

(End of this chapter)