Chapter 1404

"I don't accept disciples." Mo Ying shook her head, "besides, your cultivation is equivalent to me. How can I be qualified to be your master?"

"The one who reaches is the teacher!" The pure Moon Fairy blurted out and her eyes were firm.

"What sword do you want to learn?" Asked the ink warbler.

"Quick sword!" The pure Moon Fairy didn't think about it.

"Yes." The ink warbler nodded, "in the future, you can follow me! But I'm not your master, at most, I can give you some advice."

"OK." The pure Moon Fairy was very excited.

……

Fairyland, cross-border hall.

Two figures pushed out of the door, stepped on the fertile soil of the fairy world and looked around curiously.

"Jiao Jiao, you see, the sky in the fairy world is completely different from that in mainland China." Shi Lei pointed to the sky and looked surprised.

"Yes, there are many suns here, but it doesn't seem hot." Li Jiao looked around curiously.

"Jiao Jiao, now we all have tasks. Don't pass here. Be careful."

"OK!"

The two said goodbye to each other and flew in different directions.

……

In half a day.

Through various inquiries, Shi Lei arrived in a super large city called ancient painting city.

The city has a long history.

According to legend, this is the hometown of the painting saint. Later, when the painting Saint returned from his studies, he lived in seclusion here until he was seated several years later.

Since then, the ancient painting city has become famous.

People who are good at painting or admire painting saints in the fairy world come to this city to study. Over time, the ancient painting city has become a holy land in the eyes of painters.

When you enter the city, your sight is like a picture scroll.

Walls, stone columns, stalls, floor tiles and other buildings were painted by painters.

Especially the paintings on the wall are exquisite and vivid. All the painters are real masters.

"Compared with them, I'm still far behind!" Shi Lei has a sense of smallness.

"Ha ha, you are naturally far from these painting masters. Even my ninth level painter dare not compare with these painting masters." A calm voice came.

Shi Lei looked at the sound.

I saw a young man in white standing near me, carrying his hands, with the cultivation of human immortals, followed by ten servant girls at the level of the emperor of heaven.

"What a luxury!" Shi Lei's secret way.

He had never seen a young man in white with ten servant girls of the emperor of heaven when he went out. He suddenly felt that the young man in white was not simple.

"Level 9 painter... Is he very powerful?" Shi Lei couldn't help asking.

"Not so bad!" The young man in white waved his hand. "The painter's level is divided into nine levels. Level one is the lowest and level nine is the highest. I'm just level nine."

Hearing the speech, Shi Lei scratched his head.

It turned out that this man came to show off in front of himself. He seemed modest, but in fact he was arrogant.

"Since level 9 is the highest, what about the painting master? And the painting saint?" Shi Lei asked again.

The young man in white stiffened and said, "the master has become a school of his own. Naturally, he is above the Ninth level painter, and the painting saint is unique. He is more powerful than all the masters."

"In other words, level 9 is not the most powerful. There are many masters and painting saints on it." Shi Lei understood. Come here.

"How old are you?" The young man in white looked at Shi Lei. "I see your cultivation is good. You can be as good as me. Shouldn't your painting level be bad?"

"Average." Shi Lei shook his head.

With Ye Feng's teaching and his hard work, Shi Lei was preached by Ma Liang's pen and made great progress in painting.

But he was always modest.

"Average? It seems that he is only a level 7 or level 8 painter, ha ha!" The young man in white curled his lips and moved a few steps aside. "You don't have the level of a level 9 painter. Don't get too close to me."

Soon, the young man in white left slowly.

Seeing this scene, Shi Lei scratched his head and felt that the other party was really crazy.

On the cloud.

Ye Feng is drinking tea. He pays attention to the scene of the ancient painting city and wants to laugh.

"You can't get too close without the level of a level 9 painter? This man is really thick skinned!"

Ye Feng continued to taste tea.

Ancient painting city.

Shi Lei is still walking in the city.

In front of a huge stone wall, there are hundreds of painters. Among them, an old man in a green shirt is holding a brush to explain something.

"We are just ordinary painters."

"As for the painting saint, he has reached the ultra-high level of the soul painter. He can read it into a painting, and the painting is comprehensive and exquisite."

"More importantly, at the level of painting saint, you can control all things to paint, integrate mind and spirit, and be detached from vulgarity."

"Although I am a master of painting and a school of my own, I still differ too much from him."

"You guys!"

"You have to study hard."

"Now, I'll draw one first."

The old man in green shirt took a brush and dipped it in ink, so he drew a pair of ink landscape painting on the wall.

"The basic skills of ink painting are hooking, chapping, wiping, dyeing and ordering. After skillfully using them, you can even enter the door."

The old man in green shirt still doesn't forget the on-site teaching.

Shi Lei saw it with relish.

On the wall.

A Chinese ink landscape painting quickly emerged. When people looked at it, they only felt that the picture was vivid, and the landscape inside seemed to live and become a world.

"How awesome!" Shi Lei praised.

"Why are you here? Don't you know that painters below level 9 should stay away from me?" The young man in White happened to be here. Seeing Shi Lei, he quickly walked aside with disgust.

"Li Zhengping, all of you here are painters. There is no distinction between high and low." The old man in green clothes stared at the young man in white and taught him a lesson.

"Yes, master green shirt." Li Zhengping was convinced on the surface, but he was still dissatisfied in his heart.

In his opinion, he is already a level 9 painter. He is only one chance away from the master. He is completely different from ordinary painters.

"Young man, what do you think of my landscape painting?" Master Qingshan looked at Shi Lei, smiled and asked, with a kind face.

"Well drawn!" Shi Lei raised his thumb and added, "it's similar to mine."

"Poof!"

Everyone sprayed water collectively.

"Arrogance!"

"That's master Qingshan. You can create a world in the painting with one painting. Where are you from? Do you have the level of level 9 painter? Dare you compare yourself with master Qingshan?"

"Fork out, fork out!"

All the painters present were angry.

Li Zhengping was even more exaggerated. He jumped up, pointed to Shi Lei and shouted, "come quickly and blow this arrogant generation out of the ancient painting city. He is not allowed to come in."

On the stage.

Master Qingshan was stunned.

He is a master of painting. Looking at all the masters in the fairyland, he is also one of the best. He has many disciples. He can be said to have peaches and plums all over the world.

But who knows, today I was compared by a hairy boy. I was more or less depressed.

"We are painters, not barbarians. Stop!" Master Qingshan is a real master after all, with high self-restraint. "Young man, what's your name?"

"Master, my name is Shi Lei." Shi Lei arched his hand, quite polite.

Seeing his humble appearance, master Qingshan was very satisfied. He nodded and said, "where did you learn from? What level of painter are you now?"

"I'm a disciple of the ethereal sect of China. I don't know how many levels of painters I have." Shi Lei thought carefully and felt that he was really bad at grading.

"Oh, ethereal sect!"

"Is there such a door in painting?"

"Never heard of it!"

"It must be a small sect!"

Everyone waved their hands.

But the next moment, someone took a breath and stared at Shi Lei.

"Misty Zong? The one of Ye Feng!"

"Mother!"

They were so frightened that they sat on the ground and ran away like snakes and scorpions.