The master of the return of the immortal is speechless

Chapter 266 Absolute masterpiece
Hua Qinglei admires Jiuqing and the Hua family, unlike the others, they can see the people in the painting clearly.

The three who walked among the clouds like gods and gods were none other than Hua Wuyu Hua Qinglei Mu Jiuqing.

Mu Jiu Qinghua and the two of them burst into tears, and immediately felt as if they were in the center of a fairyland and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Uncle Lobby is amazing!" Hua Nianxin and the others exclaimed.

painted.

Hua Wuyu packed up the brushes and color paints.

In the entire auditorium, faint and orderly breathing sounds could be heard, followed by gasps that were difficult to relax, and the heartbeat was still at an extremely fast speed. It was exciting, tense, incredible, and there was also a kind of dreamlike and unreal feeling in the clouds. Ups and downs of excitement.

Just now, it was really hard to breathe, and the moment the painting was completed, the tense mind was released a little.

Immediately afterwards, I couldn't move my eyes.

How could there be such a wonderful painting in the world.

That kind of artistic conception, all things in the painting, the mountains, the water, the plants and trees, and everything that is included are like fresh things.

Then, it seems to be a world, a thriving world, people can't help but wonder if they can enter the painting and become one of them!
How could there be such a masterpiece!
Moreover, the art of painting, a majestic painting, actually has cumbersome steps. From the layout, to the completion of the rough drawing, to the different levels of color on the whole picture, it takes at least months. Some world-famous paintings took several Years, and how long is this? In less than 10 minutes, how can there be such a second-to-none skill in the world, this is the real world, and it is unparalleled in the world!
However, as soon as the painting was completed, they saw that the person who made the painting had already scrolled through the scroll and closed the painting.

The painting has been collected, and the scanning projector is projecting a marble tabletop with beautiful textures, but they feel that what they see is still the same painting. Clearly imprinted in memory, extremely clear.

A few seconds after the painting was put away, the clear picture in memory gradually faded, and finally turned into nothingness. I tried hard to think about it, but I couldn't remember the details anymore. Immortals make fairy paintings.

Uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable, gone!

It's as uncomfortable as losing an incomparably precious thing!

Some people speculate that there are too many contents expressed in the painting, and all of them are expressed vividly and deeply into people's minds. Therefore, the picture fades away, and so many fresh contents far exceed the load of memory and cannot be preserved. If you can look at it for more time, I will be able to engrave that peerless picture deeply in my mind. After all, just a few seconds after the Hanamaki was put away, everyone has experienced the strange feeling that the memory is extremely clear in the mind.

Looking at the stage, including the leading teacher in the first row, the man had already rolled up and came out holding a scroll.

Everyone looked eagerly at the stage, no one spoke, their eyes were full of desire, hoping to have a few more glances!
Hua Wuyu went to Hua Qinglei's side, and handed the painting to Hua Qinglei who had been staring at him.

Hua Qinglei took it.

The father and daughter glanced at the other three people on the stage.

The sluggish Meng Zining.

Confused leaders.

With a serious face, he looked at Hua Wuyu Hua Qinglei, father and daughter, who began to tremble, Master Feng who trembled so much.

At this time, the other masters who were sitting in the first row with the school leaders were also trembling.

Master Feng took a step forward, his whole body seemed to be a little older, "I admit defeat!"

Master Feng said a word, but no one thought there was a problem.

When Master Feng looked up again, his eyes were as bright as stars.

The end of painting art, it turns out that there is a legendary realm!

It is rumored that in ancient times, frail scholars had extraordinary powers.

That's because, when a scholar's calligraphy and paintings reach the extreme, they will transform into extraordinary objects, which can affect people's minds and minds, and it is even said that they have the ability to suppress evil and avoid disasters.

He didn't believe it, but now he does.

What he read just now is no longer just looking at or sinking into the level of it, but imprinted into his mind!

A masterpiece, an absolute masterpiece!

Hua Wuyu smiled lightly, and left the stage with Hua weeping slightly.

Master Feng shouted urgently, "Wait!"

He ran up quickly, "Sir, can I let the old man take a look again?" There was extreme desire and search in his eyes.

The other masters in the audience rushed to the stage in a hurry.

Those leaders and teachers also rushed up to surround them in a few seconds, like a [-]-meter sprint.

The students below are uncomfortable because they can't see it.

Meng Zining also reacted quickly and took the best position.

"Alright." Seeing the persistent pursuit in the eyes of several masters, it is the pursuit of art. If you don't let them see, you are afraid that you will rely on them, so Hua Wuyu nodded, using the technique to hide the painting A real painting is not projected by a projector, the power of a real painting is unbearable for ordinary people.

Spread out the painting with flowers and light tears.

Although the momentum of the painting is hidden, a majestic aura still radiates rapidly from the painting.

The hearts of the people present froze, and the world in the painting swayed in their minds. Many people who couldn't control their minds couldn't help but back away.

After only a moment, the two put away the painting and went to the audience. The people on the stage froze and said nothing.

Afterwards, he walked back under the eyes of the students, and went out with the Hua family. Some students wanted to ask for a glimpse, but found that for some reason, when they approached the black-clothed youth three meters away, they couldn't help but tense up. He retreated and retreated.

Meng Zining quickly chased after him.

Picking up his bouquet of roses, he only realized that the roses seemed a little light after running a few steps.

When I looked down, it was all rotten. At a glance, only one flower was still good.

Three people ran up after crossing.

The three of them were dumbfounded. Feeling Meng Zining's eyes, one of them smiled shyly, "Brother Ning, um, I was so excited to see your brother-in-law painting just now, I accidentally rubbed it and broke it..."

"Hey hey, Brother Ning, it's him, it's him, it doesn't matter to me!"

"..." Meng Zining took out the one good rose, threw the rest into their arms, and hurried to chase after it.

Strike while the iron is hot. Although he didn't help much, he should have a good impression!

The three quickly followed.

Painting outside the exhibition hall.

Meng Zining chased after him with a rose, which attracted the attention of many passers-by.

I saw First Major Meng chasing after a group of people with Rose behind his back.

The Hua family felt that someone was chasing them, so they turned around one after another and looked at them in unison.

Hua Moyu's eyes are not very good.

The younger generation of the Hua family looked strange, as if they were waiting to watch a play.

Mencius Ning's expression tightened. The eyes of two people were so terrifying.

One is the future brother-in-law who always puts great pressure on him, and the other is a man in his thirties who is dressed up by a teacher with a beautiful face.

He looked at Hua Qinglei, then at Mu Jiuqing, and then at everyone in the Hua family.

There was a gentle smile on his face, "Hello, Auntie, hello, Hua Qinglei, and everyone, can I treat you to dinner?"

(End of this chapter)