Chapter 1405: A Ray of Consciousness of the Painting Saint

"What are you afraid of?" Shi Lei scratched his head, "I'm not a beast."

"Who is not afraid of people from the Piaomiao Sect?" Li Zhengping yelled, running as fast as he could for fear of being caught by Shi Lei and beaten.

"Come back!" Shi Lei shouted several times, but everyone still hadn't left, so he had to pick up a bottle of ink on the table and throw it into the sky.

Buzz!

The ink automatically trembled and divided into more than a dozen long ink dragons, roaring and flying towards those who were running away, catching them and bringing them back.

on the ground.

Li Zhengping and other painters sat slumped on the cold ground. Looking at the dozens of long dragons transformed by ink, they could feel the nobility and coldness in each other's eyes, and suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies.

On stage.

Master Qingshan's breath was stagnant. He stared at Shi Lei's technique just now and exclaimed: "Splashing ink to create a painting is a master-level skill. You... you are actually a painting master on par with me!"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be shocked.

Especially the ninth-level painter Li Zhengping, after hearing these words, he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

He just showed off in front of the master!

What's even more terrible is that this painter comes from the Piaomiao Sect led by Ye Feng, the god of death.

Now, it’s all over!

"Master Shi, please spare my life!" Li Zhengping quickly knelt down in front of Shi Lei, holding his ankles with both hands, crying bitterly, "I was blind and didn't recognize Master, please don't kill me!"

"I'm here to spar, why do I want to kill you?" Shi Lei looked at Master Qingshan on the stage, "Master, I was ordered to find someone to spar with. If you are free, why don't we have a spar?"

Master Qingshan hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

"Thank you for your advice." Shi Lei walked to the stage, "Senior, how do we compete?"

"Let's compare it to painting!" Master Qingshan pointed to the ink landscape painting on the wall behind him, "My work is this one. Now, it's your turn."

"Okay." Shi Lei took out a piece of paper.

"Master Shi, do you use paper to draw?" Master Qingshan was stunned for a moment.

"What's the problem?" Shi Lei was puzzled.

"You are a master. The scroll should be left on the wall of the ancient painting city for future generations to admire. Painting on paper is too wasteful." Master Qingshan explained the reason.

"Actually, I don't know if I am a master, but since Master Qingshan said so, I will paint it on this wall!" Shi Lei pointed to a stone wall.

This is a blank wall with a flat surface and an even base color, suitable for painting.

There is a rule in the ancient painting city.

Non-masters are not allowed to go up the wall.

In other words, the walls in the city are reserved for painting by masters. Those below the master level can only paint on tables, chairs, floor tiles, pillars, etc.

in front of the wall.

Shi Lei took out Ma Liang's pen and started painting.

This is a landscape and pastoral painting.

In the distance are green mountains, sky, white clouds, and red sun.

Nearby is a large fertile farmland, covered with golden rice. You can smell the rich fragrance of rice through the scroll.

At the bottom of the screen is a gravel road.

A native dog stood under the ears of rice, sticking out his tongue and narrowing his eyes, as if he was enjoying this kind of life.

Everyone looked at this painting and felt shocked.

They seemed to have entered the painting and became that local dog. They smelled the breath of nature and the refreshing fragrance of rice, and suddenly felt relaxed and happy.

"Absolutely awesome!"

Master Qingshan was the first to marvel.

At this time, Shi Lei made the final stroke.

Wow!

The entire painting came to life completely, becoming a real cave world, in which a gentle breeze blew and thousands of acres of golden rice pulsated in the same direction.

Even across the screen, the fragrance is wafting.

"Woof woof woof!"

The native dog under the ears of rice is running around in the fields, barking at people outside the painting from time to time, as if inviting them to take a walk in the world in the painting.

"Go and see!"

Shi Lei put away Ma Liang's brush, entered the painting, and became a person in the world of the painting. He walked around the fields, picked a grain of golden rice, and savored it carefully.

"this!"

Everyone was completely shocked.

This is creating a real world!

Master Qingshan strode across the painting and became the subject of the painting. He was walking in the field, brushing the ears of rice with his palms, and couldn't help but take a bite. He could feel that his cultivation level had improved a little.

"A completely real world!"

Master Qingshan was even more shocked, "This is a legendary feat that only the painting saint can accomplish!"

Painters Li Zhengping and others also participated in the painting.

"Oh my God!"

"This feeling is similar to the "Ten Thousand Acres of Forest" left by the painting saint before I entered it."

"Master Shi Lei's level is not as good as Painting Saint, but it is definitely very close."

"This is the level of a top master that surpasses all the masters in the world, and is infinitely close to the master of painting!"

Everyone was more and more shocked.

Ancient painting city.

More and more people came after hearing the news and entered the pastoral world painted by Shi Lei, drinking mountain spring water, eating golden rice, breathing fresh air, and their faces were full of excitement.

"Is this the reincarnation of the Painting Saint?"

"Too strong!"

Everyone's heartbeat increased.

On a small bridge, Shi Lei looked at the rice fields in front of him, and then at Ma Liangbi on his waist. He didn't feel the slightest bit proud or complacent.

His painting level is very high.

However, it does not mean that he is really close to the painting saint.

Strictly speaking, he is just a master. With the blessing of Ma Liangbi, he can be infinitely close to the legendary painting saint.

"In this competition, I am convinced that I lost!"

Master Qingshan bowed down in front of Shi Lei.

"Master Qingshan, please come quickly. In fact, my level is not enough at all. I have decided that from today on, I will stay in the ancient painting city to learn the painting skills of the Painting Saint."

Shi Lei made a decision.

"It's a blessing for our ancient painting city that you can stay!" Many practitioners were very excited.

There is a painting master who is close to the painting saint, and they can all take the opportunity to learn from each other.

The center of ancient painting city.

There is a huge statue here, which is the legendary stone sculpture of the Holy Painter. At this moment, it is trembling slightly, and two golden rays of light are emitted from its eyes, disappearing into the pastoral world of landscapes and rivers painted on the wall by Shi Lei.

Hurrah!

A strong wind blew up in the whole world. Everyone looked in the direction of the feeling in their hearts and saw two golden lights spinning in mid-air, turning into an illusory figure.

That was an old man with an immortal demeanor.

He was wearing white clothes and holding a golden brush in his hand. He looked at Shi Lei with a smile. Finally, his eyes fell on the Ma Liang brush on Shi Lei's waist.

"It's the legendary Ma Liangbi!"

The old man sighed, feeling happy and regretful at the same time.

He was happy that he finally saw such legendary artifacts as Ma Liangbi, but unfortunately, he had fallen and had no chance to use it.

"Meet the Painting Saint!"

Everyone was shaking with excitement and knelt on the ground.

According to legend, the painting saint left a trace of his consciousness before his death in order to find a successor.

Today, this ray of consciousness appears.

This means that the successor of the Painting Saint has appeared.

This person must be Shi Lei!

"Are you a painting sage?" Shi Lei quickly raised his hand to the old man, his face full of sincerity, "Can you teach me painting? I feel that there are still many things I don't understand."

"I am indeed a painting saint." The old man nodded. "It's a pity that I only have a ray of consciousness left. It will dissipate within a hundred years and I won't be able to teach for long."

"A hundred years!" Shi Lei was shocked.

"Don't be surprised." The Painting Saint was free and easy, looking at Shi Lei kindly, "I died after all, leaving a ray of consciousness behind to find a successor, and are you willing to be my only successor?"

"I would like to learn from you."

Shi Lei knelt down on one knee.

His master is the old leader of the Piao Miao Sect and he is no longer allowed to be his master, but he can learn from others. (To be continued)