Chapter 1347

Ye Feng looked at the painting carefully from top to bottom. It was a nameless painting.

Although it is a nameless work, the author's sketching, rendering, ink splashing and other painting skills are perfect. The manner of the old man on the boat and the color matching of the distant mountains and rivers are vividly handled, which is not the ordinary people's free hand graffiti.

The most surprising thing for Ye Feng is that most of the oil paper umbrellas in splash ink paintings are cyan yellow, while the oil paper umbrellas in this pair of splash ink paintings are actually bright red, which makes this umbrella stand out in the whole painting.

The umbrella bone of the oil paper umbrella is clearly visible. It has a strong three-dimensional sense, which gives people the illusion that the red umbrella can be removed from the painting with one touch.

Seeing Ye Feng paying attention to the splash ink painting, Ouyang Changfeng said with a smile: "this is an ancient painting given to me by an old friend of mine. It is said that it is an ancient painting more than 1000 years ago. There is no inscription on it. I don't know who drew it. My friends will comment on it every time they come, and they make a lot of conjectures. However, no one knows who the author is. The reason why I hang this painting here is not because of how valuable it is, but because I like the artistic conception in the painting. Every time I browse this painting, I feel happy both physically and mentally. It seems that a warm current flows to my whole body, which makes me very comfortable. I have been hanging here all the time. "

Mrs. Ouyang covered her mouth and said with a smile, "husband, you are showing off this painting again. Your friend is teasing you. What is this ancient painting of more than a thousand years ago, with such bright colors, it is modern at first sight."

Xiao Luo's face flashed a trace of impatience, but he could not help but said: "Mr. Ouyang, my grandfather collects ancient paintings, so I have some understanding of ancient paintings. To tell you the truth, after years of baptism more than a thousand years ago, the colors of the ancient paintings will be more or less volatile, and they will not be so bright. I don't think it has so many years of history."

Ye Feng is also very strange. The color of this picture, especially the red umbrella, is too bright. It is not like the painting made more than 1000 years ago.

Ye Feng has seen paintings that have been handed down for thousands of years, which is the taixuan array map won from Shangqing gate on the top of Huashan Mountain.

The taixuan array is mottled and simple. Although it has been kept intact for thousands of years, it is not because it is well preserved, but because there is a aura in it. It is this aura that keeps the taixuan array map intact for thousands of years.

Is it because there is aura in this nameless scroll?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng's heartstrings moved, and the eyes of the wise God swept away from the nameless picture.

This sweep, really let him see some of the way, can not help but in his heart secretly said strange.

This nameless painting can be called a spiritual painting.

In the depth of the painting paper, a white aura, just like the vitality in the human body, circulates freely in the painting. If it was not for the eyes of the knowing God, the white aura could not be seen at all.

Ye Feng also found that the white aura has a certain track to find.

It follows the bright red oil paper umbrella, from the handle to the umbrella bone, flows in each protruding umbrella bone, and finally returns to the old man's hand.

Ouyang Changfeng has a kind of comfortable feeling every time he appreciates the painting. It is not a simple psychological function, but the abundant aura that moistens his body.

Is this also a map?

What's the point of this nameless picture?

Ye Feng full of doubts, a mind to the white aura.

All of a sudden, Ye Feng felt that there seemed to be a strong attraction on the scroll. He firmly absorbed his own thinking power. The scenery in front of him suddenly changed and changed.

When Ye Feng saw the scene again, he was surprised to find that he left Ouyang Changfeng's study and came to the simple boat in the painting.

Sure enough, this scroll is a splash ink landscape painting on the surface, but it is also a kind of array.

Towering mountains, continuous winding, the river clear as blue, gurgling flow, the boat under the foot of the long sway.

The old man on the opposite side has white hair and long beard flying in the wind.

Ye Feng understood that he did not really come to the painting, but his own ideas triggered a special array and had a conscious exchange with the painting.

The old man was also surprised. He stroked his white beard and looked at Ye Feng: "young man, who are you? How can you be on my boat?"

Ye Feng speculates that the old man should be the spirit of the instrument in this painting, just like ugly old man. However, the old man's level is not as high as that of ugly old man, and his strength is not as strong as that of ugly old man. He is only a short-term artifact, and it can not exist independently from this painting volume.

"My name is Ye Feng. I don't know how to address the old man?"

Old man light a smile: "sword sea boundless, return period boundless, old accept return boundless."

Ye Feng can't help but be stunned and boundless. Isn't it the sword immortal who carved the Yanyu sword technique on the stone wall in the cave of 100000 mountains in Miao Autonomous Region?

Ye Feng suddenly realized that the old man was not an artifact, but a touch of consciousness left by Gui Wuyuan in the painting. His own imagination broke into the painting and triggered this wisp of consciousness.

Think of it, he received great preferential treatment from guiwuyuan. Yanyu sword technique allowed him to peep into the mystery of flying sword. He bowed to guiwuyuan deeply."Is the old man GUI Wuyuan who created Yanyu sword?"

The old man was even more surprised: "young man, do you know my Yanyu sword technique? I've just created it, and I've never used it. "

Ye Feng smiles. It seems that when GUI Wuyuan painted this painting, it was after he created the misty rain sword technique that this remnant soul has always existed in the painting. It has been thousands of years before the real guiwuyuan has been promoted.

All of a sudden, a shower of misty rain, hazy drizzle, bring a trace of cool, will cover the distant mountains on a layer of rain.

GUI Wuyuan holds up the bright red oil paper umbrella to block the wind and rain. Ye Feng accidentally sees a blue and purple petal carved on the handle of the umbrella. Obviously, this red oil paper umbrella is used by women.

The boat went down the river, passing through a thick green bamboo forest, the breeze was blowing, and the bamboo branches were swaying.

From the woods came the melodious flute sound, euphemistic, such as sad, such as complaining, for a while like birds singing in the branches, while also like spring Ding Dong, it is refreshing.

High place like nine days waterfall, flying dust up, and down, low, like bursts of wind, drilling into the heart, people can not be calm.

Ye Feng looks at GUI Wuyuan and sees a happy smile on his face. In the blink of an eye, guiwuyuan abandons his ship and lands on the shore, making a meteoric march towards the depth of the bamboo forest.

Ye Feng exclaimed, GUI Wuyuan painted this painting scroll, ordinary people only saw a wonderful splash ink landscape painting, who would have thought that there was such a green bamboo forest hidden in the scroll, and recorded the heartfelt flute sound.