But if he himself felt that the painting was not perfect, Wu Qingfeng would destroy it.

Draw again!

Stab!

Wu Qingfeng directly tore up the painting he had just painted.

Then he continued to draw.

Not long after, another painting was born.

This painting is obviously better than the one just now.

The flavor is also more intense.

Anyway, Shen Tianhua could not see any shortcomings in this painting.

It is simply a masterpiece that is too perfect to be described in words.

But for some reason, Wu Qingfeng didn't seem very satisfied.

He looked left and right at his painting, his brows never relaxing.

"No, still not!"

Give it a stab.

He tore up the painting again.

Shen Tianhua was speechless for a while.

Such a good painting, when others take a look at it, they will feel that they have no regrets in this life.

This Wu Qingfeng was really good, he tore it clean and neat.

Without any hesitation at all.

But maybe this is why he is called the Holy Painter of the Tang Dynasty.

Wu Qingfeng originally wanted to draw another picture.

But at this moment, a breeze blew by.

The fishing line moved.

There were also waves in the pool.

The wonderful charm of tranquility between water and sky just now disappeared immediately.

When Wu Qingfeng saw this, he sighed and put away his brush.

Without that charm, he no longer wanted to paint that painting.

But the next moment, Wu Qingfeng's expression changed.

"This this......"

He looked at Ye Qingyun in shock.

Somewhat unbelievable.

The wonderful charm just now is still in Ye Qingyun.

It did not dissipate due to the breeze.

At this moment, everything around him changed due to the blowing of the wind.

Only Ye Qingyun!

He is still him!

Always in that absolute silence.

Everything changes.

But I won’t move!

Wu Qingfeng turned pale in shock.

"This person...has actually reached a state that cannot be shaken by heaven and earth?"

"What a terrifying state of mind? What a terrifying cultivation level?"

Wu Qingfeng has never seen such a terrifying person.

Even the Demon King who plunged the entire Eastern Territory into despair could not be as shocked as Ye Qingyun to Wu Qingfeng.

Plop!

Wu Qingfeng suddenly sat on the ground.

At this time, Ye Qingyun, who was already a little drowsy, also heard the movement behind him.

He turned his head and happened to see Wu Qingfeng sitting on the ground.

And Shen Tianhua standing next to Wu Qingfeng.

Ye Qingyun was a little confused.

Why did Shen Tianhua bring this beggar in?

What are you doing?

He put down his fishing rod and walked towards Wu Qingfeng.

"Mr. Shen, why did you bring this person in?"

Ye Qingyun asked doubtfully.

Shen Tianhua was a little embarrassed and glanced at Wu Qingfeng.

"Master Ye, this person is the painting sage of the Tang Dynasty."

Ye Qingyun was startled.

"Datang peanuts? Are they different from peanuts from other places?"

"It's not a peanut, it's a painting saint!"

Only then did Ye Qingyun hear clearly.

He looked at Wu Qingfeng in surprise.

This young man, who looked slovenly and unkempt, was sitting on the ground with a dull look on his face.

Such a person could actually be one of the famous Seven Sages of the Tang Dynasty?

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it.

Ye Qingyun couldn't help but be a little suspicious.

"Mr. Shen, you won't be deceived, right?"
Chapter completed!