Ye Qingyun's brush strokes resemble dragons and snakes, and his paintings are very random.

Wu Qingfeng, on the other hand, is more reserved and his paintings are more delicate and delicate.

Half an hour later.

"I've finished the painting!"

Ye Qingyun said it first.

After a while, Wu Qingfeng's painting was completed.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Then swap the paintings.

Ye Qingyun saw the paintings made by Wu Qingfeng.

It is a picture of a hundred birds contending.

One painting actually depicts a hundred different birds.

They stand on the branches, as if they are competing for beauty.

Although it is a painting, it seems that people can hear the sound of the birds singing together.

It feels like being in a forest where birds live.

“What a great painting!”

Ye Qingyun couldn't help but admired.

If he were to paint this painting by himself, he might not be able to paint it any better than Wu Qingfeng.

The painting sage of the Tang Dynasty is definitely well-deserved.

On the other side, Wu Qingfeng was also looking at Ye Qingyun's paintings.

Both of them use birds as their themes.

But what Wu Qingfeng painted was a hundred birds contending.

But what Ye Qingyun painted was a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix!

When Wu Qingfeng saw this picture of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, he fell into a daze.

Because it was so shocking, my whole mind seemed to become empty all of a sudden.

On the drawing paper, there is a phoenix spreading its wings, stepping on fire clouds, looking majestic.

The King of Birds!

Showing off your style.

Under the wings of the phoenix, there is a bird that only bows and worships towards the phoenix.

From small birds to giant birds such as eagles and rocs.

They are all expressing their surrender to the Phoenix.

Hundreds of birds are paying homage to the phoenix!

Wu Qingfeng seemed to have seen the spectacular scene of all the birds in the sky flying towards the phoenix.

He seemed to be just one of the countless birds, facing the phoenix that looked like an emperor.

I couldn't help but want to kneel on the ground.

In his ears, there was a clear and clear phoenix cry.

boom!!!

A golden brilliance suddenly soared into the sky from the scroll.

The entire sky was illuminated by this golden light.

At this moment, everyone in Chang'an City, no matter where they are, can see the golden light in the sky.

"what happened?"

"Why did the sky turn golden?"

"What's happening here?"

...

Many people don't know why.

But then, the entire sky of Chang'an City turned into a huge picture.

It is exactly the picture of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix painted by Ye Qingyun.

But it's different from the painting on the drawing paper.

The picture of birds facing the phoenix that appears in the sky is actually alive!

That’s right!

All the birds were dancing happily.

And the phoenix, as huge as the blazing sun, released even more dazzling brilliance.

Brilliant as flame!

The long cry of the phoenix resounded throughout Chang'an.

Countless people were shocked.

This is simply a miracle!

Even the old monsters deep in the palace all woke up at this moment.

"What's this smell?"

"Who could cause such a vision?"

"Could it be an afterimage from ancient times?"

...

Many people looked at the vision in the sky and made various guesses.

But those people who didn't know the truth simply thought it was an appearance of gods and they knelt down and worshiped the sky.

Everyone in Chang'an saw this kind of vision.

Ye Qingyun couldn't see it at all.

He could only see the glittering golden light in the sky, but could not see the specific content.

Wu Qingfeng was completely sluggish.

Until the golden light dissipated, the painting returned to peace.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Brother Wu? Brother Wu?"

Ye Qingyun called out several times.

Only then did Wu Qingfeng suddenly wake up.

Snap!

The scroll in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

But he immediately picked it up again, with a serious look on his face, as if he had obtained a treasure.

Don't dare let it fall to the ground.

Even if it is contaminated with a trace of dust, it is considered a blasphemy to the painting.

"Master Ye, please accept my bows!"

Wu Qingfeng held the painting and bowed to Ye Qingyun.

Ye Qingyun looked confused.

Isn’t this just painting?

Why do you still kowtow?
Chapter completed!