"This is true?"

Even though Ye Qingxuan was full of confidence in him, she never dared to think about this. The kind of painting that was integrated into the artistic conception, the kind of painting that came back to life, he actually said that he could see it now.

Is this...will this be true?

With anticipation in his eyes, Ye Qingxuan stared at Yu Xiaotian with longing.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan's excited appearance, Yu Xiaotian was also surprised. He didn't expect her to be so excited. It seemed that he was still a little underestimated about her persistence in painting.

Looking at the expression in her eyes, Yu Xiaotian was embarrassed to continue talking about his conditions. People were looking forward so eagerly, and what other conditions he would ask for? It was really unfair to have a robbery.

Forget it, I'll just be selfless. I'm not an outsider anyway!

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaotian slowly walked to the table, picked up his brush and started painting on the painting just now.

He saw that he brushed it casually for a few strokes, and a few petals that fell in the wind suddenly appeared on the paper. He put down his pen with satisfaction and said to Ye Qingxuan who was stunned by the side: "Okay, come and have a look."

What? He was talking about his own painting?

When Ye Qingxuan saw him walking over just now, she began to be confused and shocked, thinking that he wanted to make modifications to his paintings?

Could he still change my painting just now into the kind of painting that is integrated into the artistic conception?

How is this possible? The creation of a painting has begun from the very beginning of composition. It is difficult for a painting to continue to create along the creative path of the original work, let alone to change it to a magical painting. Is this possible?

With this doubt and shock, Ye Qingxuan just watched quietly, watching Yu Xiaotian calmly drew a few strokes on his paintings, her movements were very casual and casual. She was wondering what the other party was doing, but after he finished writing, he actually said so.

Could it be that his paintings can be made from Fan Ruxian with such a few simple strokes?

No matter how much Ye Qingxuan trusted Yu Xiaotian, she couldn't help but feel suspicious at this moment. She didn't believe it in her heart, but she also longed for it to be true.

With this contradiction, confusion and shock, Ye Qingxuan slowly walked to the table and looked down at her painting.

When I saw it, I was stunned.

He did just simply add a few strokes to his paintings, and add a few petals that drift in the wind next to the standing bushes of flowers.

But just such a simple change made her paintings change drastically.

The petals drifted in the wind, stirring up the entire scenery.

These petals floating in the air bring a breeze to the scenery in the painting. It seems that the flowers, plants and trees on the painting are swaying in the wind.

Is this my own painting?

My own painting is really alive and moving!

At this moment, a few tears even flowed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes. No one knew how much pains she had done to find a way to break through the years. He never expected that he had opened the door he had always longed for with just a few simple strokes.

He witnessed Yu Xiaotian's transformation into a saint with his own eyes and witnessed the paintings that were integrated into the artistic conception. Ye Qingxuan finally had a direction in her heart.

After turning from contemplation, he looked at Yu Xiaotian standing smiling at the opposite side with a burning look.

At this moment, she really didn't know what it felt. The man in front of her shocked her again and again, making her feel like a dream.

She was very afraid of this illusory feeling, and the feeling of not being able to grasp it. Fortunately, as long as she sees his eyes and his eyes, she can feel the warmth and touching. His eyes were filled with care and appreciation, and there seemed to be greedy and domineering. But it was this domineering look that made Ye Qingxuan feel safe.

Yu Xiaotian enjoyed this gaze with admiration and admiration. He walked slowly a few steps and came to the pavilion and said lightly to the outside: "Actually, what you saw just now is just the simplest example. The wind alone actually has many artistic conceptions. The ancient powerful people sat under the tree, and saw the wind blowing and shaking the tree, and realized the three meanings, one is the tree moving, one is the wind, and the other is the heart moving.

Just the style of painting blows and shakes the tree, it can be divided into tree movement, wind movement, and heart movement. As for other artistic conceptions, they are also unfathomable, and most painters may not be able to enter the door in their lifetime."

He was very profound in showing off his previous life's knowledge. He didn't notice that Ye Qingxuan on the opposite side was already standing there as if she was struck by lightning. He was still muttering words, "The trees move, the wind moves, the heart moves...

She was muttering while stunned, which scared Yu Xiaotian beside her.

Stop, what's going on?

Could it be that I was fooled by myself?

If this is the case, it will be a tragedy. I finally encountered the love in my dream, but it was not so good yet. I first said that I was stupid. What should I do?

Fortunately, Ye Qingxuan was not really demented. When he was about to walk over and take a closer look, she walked out of her mind.

After she woke up, she actually bowed to Yu Xiaotian solemnly, which shocked Yu Xiaotian on the opposite side again.

"What are you doing? I won't be your master."

As if he was stepping on his tail, Yu Xiaotian said directly.

Puchi, his cute appearance made Ye Qingxuan laugh again. He showed him a bright smile and said, "It's not about apprenticing to the master, it's about thanking you for your advice just now, which has benefited me a lot."

"Oh, you said it earlier, I was shocked." Yu Xiaotian waved his hand and said generously: "No need to thank you, what do you want to thank you? Besides, I'm not an outsider."

Ye Qingxuan agreed to his statement that this is not an outsider. Then she asked playfully: "By the way, why can't you become a disciple? Is my qualification so unattracting to your eyes?"
Chapter completed!