In the guest room, Li Zhige looked at Bi Yusheng, who was wearing a long gown and a folding fan, with a focused expression, and there was a bit of admiration in his eyes.
Born in Biyu, this person is not only good at martial arts, but what is even more rare is that he is proficient in chess, calligraphy, painting, astronomy, astrology, divination, and miscellaneous medical skills.
At this time, Bi Yusheng was painting.
He held an ink pen in his hand, raised his arm in the air, exerted force on his wrist, and with a few strokes, he sketched an ink bamboo picture on the rice paper.
Li Zhige doesn't know much about painting, but he can also see that this is a great painting and a painting worth collecting. If it were sold, I'm afraid it would fetch a hundred gold.
On the white rice paper, bamboo branches are curved and leaning in the air, and the bamboo leaves are full of life and seem to be fluttering in the wind.
Bi Yusheng held the ink pen, turned to look at Li Zhige, and asked with a smile, "Brother Li, what do you think of my ink bamboo painting?"
Li Zhige replied seriously, "Brother Bi's exquisite painting skills are probably rare in the world."
Bi Yusheng smiled happily without being modest, and said to Li Zhige, "It's really not easy to get praise from Brother Li. Since Brother Li thinks my painting skills are not bad, do you want to learn painting skills from me?"
Li Zhige was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Since then, there have been two more people selling paintings on the streets of Jinguan City.
Jinguan City is prosperous. On the bustling streets, two men set up a painting stall.
One of the men was well-proportioned, wearing a dark green gown, holding a folding fan in his hand, and smiling at everyone.
The other man is tall and burly, wearing a long green gown. His face is as fair as jade, his expression is focused and he is holding the brush, and he is painting meticulously.
The two people selling paintings on the street were none other than Li Zhige and Bi Yusheng.
A rich man with a big belly walked to the painting stall. He looked over at Li Zhige painting and couldn't help but hold his breath.
Li Zhige was seen holding an ink pen. His arm was hanging in the air, and the pen power penetrated the back of the paper. One deep and one shallow, the ink and ink changed to outline a blue dragon flying in the clouds and mist.
As Li Zhige moves his pen, the white rice paper and the ink of different shades contrast with each other, and the white clouds wrap around the Canglong, making the Canglong look agile and lifelike, as if it is about to fly out of the painting.
"good!"
Zhang Xingye, with a big belly and a shiny face, clapped his hands excitedly. He didn't know what was good about this painting, but he just thought it was good.
This dragon seemed to be real. In a trance, he seemed to see a blue dragon soaring in the clouds and mist, calling for wind and rain, soaring above the nine heavens. He even faintly heard the roar of a dragon in his ears.
Looking at Li Zhige, Zhang Xingye's face turned red and he said boldly, "Painting seller, I bought your painting. How much money do you want?"
Li Zhige raised his head and looked at Zhang Xingye, who was short and fat. He shook his head and said with a smile, "No money. Since you like this painting, I will give it to you."
Zhang Xingye shook his head, shaking his round head like a rattle. He said with a serious expression, "No. Although I like this painting very much, I also know that this painting is valuable and I can't take it for nothing. You What do you think? I'll buy your painting for one hundred taels of silver."
"I only brought one hundred taels of silver with me when I went out. I didn't bring more. If you think it's not enough, I can go back and get it."
Li Zhige looked at the rude man in front of him, shook his head and said with a smile, "No need, one hundred taels of silver is enough."
Zhang Xingye was overjoyed. He put down his money bag, carefully held the painting in his hands, and left quickly as if he had found a treasure.
Li Zhige looked at Zhang Xingye's leaving figure with a subtle smile in his eyes.
This painting of his is worth not only one hundred taels of silver, but one thousand taels of silver, even ten thousand taels of silver. Li Zhige dared not say how good his painting skills were, but he incorporated spirit into his paintings.
That painting is a real dragon, a living dragon!
Bi Yusheng stood aside, lamenting, and sighed repeatedly, "Brother Li, you are really a monster! I studied painting for three years before I graduated. For someone like me, the painting master even praised me for my amazing talent. Li Brother, you only studied for half a month, and the dragon you drew even puts me to shame."
Li Zhige's expression was calm and he was not complacent because of Bi Yusheng's praise. He shook his head and smiled, "Brother Bi, you are a real master of painting. And I only learned how to draw dragons. If you ask me to draw other things, I will definitely be the master of painting." It can’t be drawn.”
As he spoke, Li Zhige's eyes became subtle and he continued, "Brother Bi, when I draw dragons, what I draw is not the form, but the charm of the dragon."
Bi Yusheng laughed, "Brother Li, Brother Li, do you know that the highest state of painting is not to be limited to form, but to copy the charm. Unknowingly, you have touched the highest state of painting. You The dragon painted can put many painters to shame."
"Yeah?"
Li Zhige didn't take Bi Yusheng's words to heart. He learned painting from Bi Yusheng just to outline the charm of the dragon. That was all, not to make himself a master of painting.
Li Zhige spread out the snow-white rice paper and prepared to continue painting.
Suddenly, a jumping voice interrupted Li Zhige.
“Thank you!”
"Mr. Bi!"
A young man and two women stood in front of the painting stall. They looked at Li Zhige and Bi Yusheng with curiosity.
Bi Yusheng looked at the three people in front of the painting stall, smiled and said, "It turns out they are two Fu Nuxia from the Tianshan Sect. Who is this young hero?"
The young man shook his eyebrows, ignored Bi Yusheng, and smiled at Li Zhige, "My dear friend, I am Lu Yi. Do you still remember me?"
Li Zhige glanced at the young man, nodded and said with a smile, "Of course I remember."
Fu Tianjiao looked at the painting stall with a puzzled look on his face, and asked Bi Yusheng and Li Zhige, "Mr. Bi, Daxia Li, with your abilities, you won't be reduced to selling paintings on the street, right?"
Li Zhige and Bi Yusheng looked at each other and smiled, but did not answer Fu Tianjiao.
On the side, Lu Yi shook his head and said, "Hey, Fu Nuxia, you don't understand. The famous Jianghu Tongtianxiao Biyusheng doesn't have to sit with guests wherever he goes, how can he make a living selling paintings?"
"As for the benefactor, that's even more incredible!"
"Mr. Bi and my benefactor are both senior masters. They are experiencing all kinds of worlds, honing their Taoist minds, and comprehending the most powerful martial arts. I tell you, you don't understand either."
Fu Tianjiao looked at Li Zhige and Bi Yusheng and frowned slightly.
What Lu Yi said seems to make sense.
Fu Tianxiang's eyes were clear and pure. She punched Lu Yi and scolded with a smile, "You said my senior sister doesn't understand. Do you think your martial arts is higher than my senior sister? Lu Yi, I told you to read less novels earlier." , you don’t believe it. I think you have gone crazy.”
Lu Yi rubbed his shoulders and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm not obsessed. My benefactor and Mr. Bi will definitely not come out to sell paintings for no reason. They must have created their own magic!"
Fu Tianxiang's eyes bulged, and Lu Yi did not dare to refute, so he shrank his neck and retracted it into his collar.
Fu Tianjiao ignored her junior sister and Lu Yi. She looked at Li Zhige and Bi Yusheng in front of the painting stall with a hint of contemplation in her eyes.
Bi Yusheng looked at the three of them with a smile and asked, "You three, do you want to buy a painting?"
