Lei Huanxi put the last stroke on his painting.

Then he threw away the pen in his hand.

Cao Niangong, who was painting first, has not finished painting yet.

In Lei Huanxi's eyes, there was no Cao Niangong, no one else, only his own existence.

And the Dragon King spiritual power surging in the body.

Xiaopang, who was in the basement of Xiantao Village, also felt that Lei Huanxi had fulfilled his mission and began to regain his own thoughts little by little.

There was no sign of Lei Huanxi's abnormality from the outside, but his body was beating wildly inside.

A powerful force had just been awakened, but now it was about to fall asleep again, which was definitely unwilling to accept it.

However, with the joint efforts of Xiaopang and Lei Huanxi, the Dragon King's spiritual power was so strange that it did not struggle too much, and slowly entered sleep again.

Lei Huanxi recovered to himself.

Huh? What did you give birth to just now? It seems like you have become another person?

Yes, yes, yes.

I just completed my spiritual communication with Xiaopang, and then I picked up my pen and started drawing.

draw?

Lei Huanxi suddenly realized that many people, including Qiao Yuanfan and Fan Yifeng, were already surrounded by him.

Of course they were not here to appreciate Lei Huanxi.

What they saw was the painting that Lei Huanxi painted!

In the distance, mountains appear and surrounded by mountains is a pastoral planted with countless strange plants.

The clouds and mist were swept by, showing a little fairy spirit out of thin air. If you look closely in the clouds and mist, you can also see two claws and a pair of horns that poked out of the clouds and mist.

No need to guess, that is definitely the dragon that Lei Huanxi is best at drawing.

But the wonder of this painting is that Lei Huanxi did not really draw a dragon, but you just think that the dragon is everywhere in the whole painting!

The person standing by the painting seemed to feel that he was in the clouds and mist at this moment, and he was playing with the dragon in the clouds.

Too realistic.

People here have seen so many paintings, but never have one that makes them feel immersive.

What makes people even more novel is that outside the botanical garden, there are actually two strange animals standing.

One is obviously a wolf, and there is another one?

snowman?

Is Lei Huanxi drawing a snowman?

The wolf and the snowman seem to want to enter the botanical garden, but maybe they don’t know how to enter. Or they are afraid of some things in the botanical garden, and although they are anxious, they are still guarding outside the botanical garden.

It's vivid, staring at you, as if you can clearly see their inner anxiety.

It's inner, not outer!

What kind of painting is this!

magic!

Everyone has the same thoughts:

magic!

This is the most magical one of the paintings they have ever seen!

You know it is just a painting, but no matter how you look at it, you think it is real, just like the painting was given life by Lei Huanxi.

Never have a painting that can be given life to anyone!

But today Lei Huanxi did it!

"We are always discussing what genius is and what is truly great painting." As a master, Fan Yifeng finally spoke:

"But today we saw that I cannot comment on the brushwork of this painting, the use of ink or any other aspect. I can only say that I cannot draw a painting that is given to life like this!"

There was silence around.

Who said this?

Fan Yifeng said!

Who is Fan Yifeng?

A masterpiece that no one in China can reach!

He actually said something he couldn't draw!

A painting that was given life!

Ah." Qiao Yuanfan said a few good words in a row: "Lei Huanxi is my son. But I still want to say that, okay. People are in the painting and paint in the heart. Cloud dragons stumble their claws, silent is better than sound. Lei Huanxi, how did you draw it?"

How did it draw it?

Dad, how can I know your son?

If you want to ask, go ask Xiaopang.

At this time, Cao Niangong's paintings were also finished.

But Fan Yifeng only took a look.

He took a look and then said slowly: "I have no way to comment on the pros and cons of these two paintings. Nian Gong, please take a look at Lei Huanxi's paintings for yourself."

So many people surrounded Lei Huanxi's paintings just now, but Cao Niangong also heard their comments. This also caused great trouble to his creation.

What kind of painting did Lei Huanxi draw, so many people were amazed?

Cao Niangong was dissatisfied and went to Lei Huanxi's painting.

But after just one look, Cao Nian Gong immediately turned pale.

Oh my God. What kind of painting is this? What kind of painting is this?

No, this is not a painting!

This is alive! alive!

In any case, I can't create such a painting myself.

I can't create such a painting in my life!

Cao Niangong stared at Lei Huanxi's paintings. After a while, he turned his head and looked at his own paintings, and then looked at Lei Huanxi's paintings.

Suddenly, Cao Niangong did something crazy:

He grabbed his painting with a hand. A strange sound came from his throat. With his hands pressed, the painting he had just created was torn apart by himself!

Just torn apart!

A huge shame emerged in Cao Niangong's heart!

There is nothing wrong, it is a shame!

He suddenly felt that he was not worthy of painting. He felt that even if he painted for another hundred years, he would not be able to achieve one-tenth of the achievement of Lei Huanxi's painting!

He is shameful, and he is sad.

At that moment, he even had the idea of ​​never writing again.

The young talented man Cao Niangong was defeated by a painting!

And he was convinced.

No one needs to judge the pros and cons of the two paintings again.

"Although this painting is good, there is still a small flaw." Fan Yifeng said again: "Happy, this painting has not been signed yet."

Well.

Have you forgotten this?

The biggest problem now is that the spiritual communication with Xiaopang has been cut off. Can you pick up the pen?

Don't think too much, once you finish writing, it will immediately shock the audience again:

Why are there such ugly words?

what to do?

Fortunately, who is Brother Huanxi? How quickly is Brother Huanxi's brain active? What can't be thought of by Brother Huanxi?

Brother Huanxi blinked his eyes: "Brother Baolu, I want to invite you to this."

"Please me?" Fan Baolu was stunned, then smiled and said, "It's better to obey your orders than respect!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then there was a tide of applause.

Lei Huanxi's idea was so good. He painted it and Fan Baolu wrote it inscription.

This must be a good story in the painting world!

Actually, they didn’t know that this was the wrong idea that our brother Huanxi was forced to come up with!

Fan Baolu came to the painting, picked up his pen, pondered for a moment, and then fell three words:

"Immortal Grass Garden"!

Fairy grass garden!

What other names are more appropriate than this?

The applause rang again.

A good story in the painting world was formed accidentally! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!