After the old man brought Yan Ning there, he did not report, but waved his hand to Yan Ning and left on his own.

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Yan Ning certainly wouldn't bother him. He stood not far behind the boy and quietly watched Dong Tianzhe's paintings.

Although Dong Tianzhe is an immortal body, his hands are covered with calluses left by paper and pen. His arms are sometimes like green pine, full of strength, sometimes like flowing water, gentle and delicate. When Dong Tianzhe paints, he is more like performing a unique dance, even when dipping a brush in ink, it is so pleasing to the eye.

"sharp……"

When watching Dong Tianzhe's paintings, Yan Ning couldn't help but admire the old emperor and his students. Not all the immortals in the fairy world are fighting types, and there are many like Dong Tianzhe. Although he is not good at fighting, the paintings he made will be difficult for him even if the immortal emperor sees them.

Recalling the golden plaque I saw outside the gate of Youliang City in the past, Yan Ning suddenly became interested in writing and painting. However, it was not yet time for him to write and draw. Even in the past, he wanted to take the needle for a doctor, but reality forced him to take the sword of killing.

The boy next to him was calm, but he was still too young after all, not as steady as Yan Ning. Although his eyes were staring at Dong Tianzhe's brush, his heart had already floated out of Tianzhe's mansion and didn't know where he flew.

When Dong Tianzhe was painting, if he encountered bottleneck details that could not be handled, he would directly pick up the vodka sent by Yan Ning just now, pour it into his mouth like drinking water, and did not use fairy energy to digest alcohol at all. So while painting and drinking, Dong Tianzhe was already half red, and he couldn't help but burp.

Fortunately, Dong Tianzhe's alcohol tolerance was much better than Yan Ning imagined. When he finished the last drop of wine, it was the time when he stamped his own seal.

A picture of lonely smoke from the desert and a picture of a heroic cavalry were born at this time.

"Huh... is satisfying!" Dong Tianzhe seemed to have not entered such a painting state for a long time, so after putting down the wine bottle, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Teacher Dong painted so well!"

The boy who had been waiting for a long time praised it as soon as possible.

Dong Tianzhe glanced at the boy, then looked at Yan Ning, and then the fairy energy moved, dissipating the alcohol in his body, and regaining his spirit. He said to the boy lightly: "Lianshan, do you know how to appreciate paintings?"

The young man, known as Lianshan, smiled and said, "I have read poetry since I was a child. Although I am only sixteen years old this year, I am not very talented and full of knowledge, but at least I can recite poetry and make mistakes. I know a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This painting by Emperor Dong is so powerful that I can swallow thousands of miles away like a tiger. It should be the battle between the human race and the demon race thousands of years ago, right?"

Dong Tianzhe nodded: "It's true."

The boy smiled confidently and was about to continue commenting, but was interrupted by Yan Ning: "Uh... what I saw doesn't seem to be a picture of the Iron Cavalry in the Desert..."

"Um?"

The young man frowned and turned to Yan Ning. He was already a little confused just now, but he didn't ask. Now that he was interrupted by Yan Ning, he felt a little unhappy, so he asked directly: "Who are you?"

Yan Ning didn't care about the boy's tone. He straightened his chest and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "In the lower Yan Ning, an unknown junior from the Zixu Empire."

"Since I am an unknown junior, I should know to pay attention to the occasion when I speak. When is it your turn to interrupt if I am a member of Emperor Dong in Qilianshan? "The young man was not polite.

The surname is Qi?

Yan Ning's eyes were restrained. Unexpectedly, the young man's surname was Qi. Then wasn't he a member of the royal family of the Canglong Empire?

No wonder Dong Tianzhe’s treasure pavilion was burned. He didn’t care, but instead received Qilian Mountain here.

However, judging by Qilianshan's attitude towards Dong Tianzhe just now, he seemed to be extremely respectful.

At this time, Dong Tianzhe said, "Lianshan, paintings are originally for people to see. Everyone is qualified to evaluate them. Let him comment carefully. After listening to his comments, you may have any new discoveries."

Dong Tianzhe spoke, and Qilianshan naturally would not continue to say anything. He winked at Yan Ning: "Although I don't think you can say anything good in your mouth, but Emperor Dong even spoke, so why bother to waste my time listening, you can tell me."

Yan Ning smiled slightly, and did not take Qilian Mountain's target to heart. He rolled up his sleeves and silently came to the painting that Dong Tianzhe had just made, and circled three times left and three times right. Although his eyes were closed, he was carefully looking at Dong Tianzhe's iron cavalry picture with his immortal consciousness.

Dong Tianzhe looked at Yan Ning with interest, no light flashed in his eyes.

"I understand."

Suddenly, Yan Ning stopped, opened his eyes, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He picked up the drawing paper and asked Dong Tianzhe: "Mr. Dong, don't you mind?"

Before Dong Tianzhe could speak, Qilianshan could no longer hold back: "Boy, what are you doing? This is a painting by Emperor Dong. You can sell millions of spirit stones by taking them out. If you break them, you can't afford to sell them!"

Ignoring the screams of Qilian Mountain, Dong Tianzhe nodded to Yan Ning. Yan Ning took the drawing paper and came out the window. The fire of the pure karma in his hand rose rapidly, and he was actually going to burn the painting!

"Stupid boy..." Qi Lianshan gritted his teeth, but he was wondering why Dong Tianzhe, who regarded the painting as his life, did not take action to kill this strange boy.

"go!"

Yan Ning lightly pointed his fingertips, and the fire of Jingye was leaping on the drawing paper. The picture of the desert iron cavalry that Dong Tianzhe spent several hours drawing was instantly shrouded in the pale flames!

Qilianshan finally couldn't help it: "Teacher Dong, he..."

Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...

Qilianshan looked in shock and saw a rare smile of appreciation on Dong Tianzhe's face, and a pair of calloused hands gently patted.

Looking back at the painting that was just burned, it is now intact - no, it cannot be said to be intact, because the pictures on the drawing paper are no longer pictures of the iron cavalry in the desert, but a picture of the green willows in the city!

In the center of the painting paper, a huge city occupies most of the painting paper. Every brick in the painting, every person coming and going, and even the flags in the distance are lifelike and exquisite, but what is even more eye-catching is that the emerald green willow branches occupying the other half of the painting paper, seeing the big from the small, and using things to express emotions. In this new painting, Qilian Mountain seems to feel the breath of life. The few willow branches in front of you seem to be swinging with the wind, and the conversations of people under the city gate in the distance seem to be right in the ears of Qilian Mountain!
Chapter completed!