The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

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After fusing the phalanx of the painting god, I felt that my comprehension of the way of painting had risen to an unimaginable level.

The painting skills he learned before have become very practical experiences, allowing him to master the painting skills in a short period of time and apply them at will.

"Not bad!"

"At the current level, entering the painting hall should be able to get a chance!"

Now that you're here, there's no reason to come in vain, so you have to take something with you.

Li Heng left from Qiankun Immortal Palace, and it took about a cup of tea in the real world.

If it's constipation, it should be about the same.

Walking back to the main hall, Li Chenxi was still waiting there.

"Why is it convenient to go for so long..."

"Constipation, can't you?"

"Hmph!" Li Chenxi snorted coldly, "Eating so much meat, it's no wonder you're not constipated..."

"Okay, let's enter the painting hall."

The two came to the front of the gate, took out their colorful magic keys, and entered the painting hall smoothly.

This is a very spacious room, with scrolls hanging on the surrounding walls, which are more delicate than those murals in the corridor.

One can tell at a glance that this should be the picture scroll treasured by that god.

There is a desk in the center, on which there are pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

An old figure appeared beside the window sill, with his hands behind his back, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance.

The old man's voice was inscrutable.

"Wouldn't it be a pity if the great mountains and rivers are not included in paintings..."

Li Chenxi was very excited when he saw this old figure.

"God!"

"This is the painting god!"

The painters in the mortal world are called painters.

Heaven is called the painting fairy.

Shenyu is called the God of Painting.

The god of painting, some things revealed casually, are not comparable to Huaxian.

The painting god turned around slowly, revealing his true face.

On the old face, there was a divine painting.

When Li Chenxi saw this painting, he was instantly attracted by the artistic conception in the painting, and his face was full of shock.

"My God!"

"Could this be the picture of the legendary goddess Qingfeng?"

According to legend, there is a painting god who is good at painting on the body.

When the painting path reached its peak, he made a painting on his face.

It is called Goddess Qingfengtu.

As soon as this painting came out, the realm of the gods trembled.

Countless admirers went to wait and see.

Everyone, no matter if they are demons, gods, or demons, all call this painting a masterpiece.

Li Chenxi looked at the old man's face.

The bridge of the nose is blue, painted as a majestic and upright mountain.

Two eyelids, the sun on the left and the moon on the right.

The face is blue, symbolizing the endless sea.

The lips are even more severed, and they are painted as a solitary boat, floating in front of Qingfeng.

There is a beautiful woman on the lonely boat, rowing the boat, heading towards Qingfeng.

On the top of Qingfeng Mountain, that is, on the forehead, stood a beautiful woman in a white dress and holding a paper umbrella.

"Absolutely!"

"This divine painting is truly amazing!"

Li Chenxi was trembling with excitement.

"Painting on the face, the ancient No.1 painting god!"

It is a miracle to make a beautiful painting with the help of various organs on the face.

In particular, the bridge of the nose is painted in the shape of Qingfeng, which shows the unrestrained imagination of the painting god.

From a close look, the picture still has a three-dimensional effect.

It's as if you're really in it.

When Li Heng saw the face of the painting god, especially the beauty on the forehead, the expression on his face became more and more exciting.

"The world of cultivating immortals is so special? Either tattoo the painting on the bone, or paint it on the face..."

"Goddess Qingfeng map?"

"I think it should be a picture of a beautiful woman riding her face..."

"Or Ermei Riding Face Picture..."

"This old man looks very dignified, but he is so wretched..."

"The beauty in the long skirt is on the forehead. Could it be that when I raise my eyes, I can see the scenery under the skirt?"

"Dirty...dirty!"

This kind of creation with face, anyway, he can't appreciate it.

However, looking at Chen Xi next to him, he seemed very excited.

"Could it be...Chen Xi likes this kind of face riding..."

"Well!"

"Great!"

Facing the two of them, the old man lingered on Li Heng's body for a while longer, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Li Chenxi pondered secretly.

"I remember that this painting god would not reveal this picture of the goddess Qingfeng on weekdays. Today we are here, why are we showing it?"

"Could it be that Li Heng's painting skills are extraordinary?"

Before that, many people entered the painting hall and saw the old man, but they did not see the picture of the green peak.

This divine painting can be hidden under the skin.

Only when the old man sees some friends, or is a wizard of painting, will he reveal it.

Therefore, she guessed that Li Heng's painting skills might be much better than she imagined.

Or, the old man has some kind of purpose.

The old man put his hands behind his back and said slowly: "When you enter the painting hall, you are destined..."

Having said that, he turned his head and looked out the window.

"Wouldn't it be a pity not to paint great rivers and mountains?"

"Would you like to make the next painting?"

Li Chenxi nodded, and said in response: "Since the painting god wants to paint with this landscape, let's make a painting..."

As he spoke, he winked at Li Heng who was beside him.

This is the test put forward by the painting god, and if it is approved, you can get a chance.

otherwise.

Can only leave empty-handed.

Chapter 130 Painting

Li Heng also nodded to the old man.

"I saw the picture of the goddess Qingfeng today, it is really extraordinary..."

"I also want to make a painting..."

Seeing Li Heng's response, the old man nodded in relief.

"You are here to paint..."

There are more than a dozen inks of different colors and ten brushes on the painting table.

There are many colors of ink in the world of cultivating immortals, and most of them are obtained by refining some kind of natural treasures.

Therefore, the color of the picture scroll is very bright.

It can better show the artistic conception in the painting.

"I'll come first." Li Chenxi nodded slightly to Li Heng, and walked to the painting table first.

She knew that her level of painting skills might not be favored by the old man.

So, there is no difference between drawing first and drawing later.

Pick up a stick of golden wolf hair, dip some black ink, and draw the first stroke on the rice paper.

shhhhhh...

A landscape painting quickly appeared in front of the two of them.

The mountains and rivers are majestic and the rivers are rushing, which gives a sense of grandeur.

Li Heng stood behind and watched, the bones in his right hand were itchy.

It seems that the bones are excited because they see someone painting.

Before fusing the painting god's finger bones, but I have never felt this way.

"The painting of Chenxi is quite ordinary. Although the landscape is made in the painting, it is empty and there is not much artistic conception in it..."

Now, his painting skills have been improved to a certain extent, and he has his own understanding of paintings.

After finishing the last stroke, Li Chenxi bowed slightly to the old man.

"Chenxi made a fool of herself..."

The old man stood in front of the picture scroll and observed it seriously, the expression on his face did not change at all.

"The mountains and rivers are majestic, and the rivers are flowing..."

"You are a man with a story..."

"Strong expectations for the future..."

"At such an age, it is extraordinary to be able to make paintings like this..."

Judging from her appearance, the girl in front of her was only five years old.

At this age, the paintings he makes are already better than many people.

but...

This painting can only be regarded as an ordinary painting.