"I don't accept disciples." Mo Ying shook her head, "Besides, your cultivation is comparable to mine, so how can I be qualified to be your master?"

"The master is the teacher!" Fairy Jingyue blurted out, her eyes firm.

"What kind of sword do you want to learn?" Mo Ying asked.

"Quick Sword!" Fairy Jingyue didn't hesitate.

"Okay." Mo Ying nodded, "You can follow me for a while in the future! But I'm not your master, at most I'm giving some advice."

"Okay." Fairy Jingyue was very excited.

Immortal world, cross-border hall.

The two figures pushed out the door, stepped onto the fertile soil of the Immortal Realm, and looked around curiously.

"Jiaojiao, you see that the sky in the Immortal Realm is completely different from the sky in our Divine Continent." Shi Lei pointed to the sky with a look of surprise on his face.

"Yes, there is a lot of sun here, but it doesn't seem to be hot." Li Jiaojiao looked around with curiosity.

"Jiaojiao, now we all have tasks at our disposal, so let's stay here, we must be careful."

"okay!"

The two said goodbye to each other and flew in different directions.

After half a day.

After inquiring from various sources, Shi Lei arrived in a super-large city called Ancient Painting City.

This city has a long history.

According to legend, this is the hometown of the Huasheng. Later, when the Huasheng returned, he has been living in seclusion here, and he was not known until a few years later.

Since then, the ancient painting city has become famous.

People who are good at painting or admire painting saints in the fairyland come to this city to study one after another. Over time, the ancient painting city has become a holy place in the minds of painters.

Entering the city, the line of sight is like a picture scroll.

Walls, stone pillars, stalls, floor tiles and other buildings have been painted by painters.

Especially the paintings on the walls are all exquisite and expressive, and the painters are all true masters.

"Compared to them, I'm still far behind!" Shi Lei felt a sense of insignificance.

"Haha, you are naturally far behind these masters of painting. Even a ninth-level painter like me would not dare to compare with these masters of painting." A calm voice came.

Shi Lei looked at the sound.

I saw a young man in white standing near him, with his hands on his back, with the cultivation of a human being, followed by ten maids at the level of Heavenly Emperor.

"What a luxury!" Shi Lei secretly said.

He had never seen one with ten Heavenly Emperor-level maids when he went out, and suddenly felt that this young man in white was not simple.

"A ninth-level painter... is he very powerful?" Shi Lei couldn't help but ask.

"It's not that great!" The young man in white waved his hand, "The painters are divided into nine levels, the first level is the lowest, and the ninth level is the highest, so I'm just the ninth level."

Hearing this, Shi Lei scratched his head.

It turned out that this person was here specially to show off in front of him. He seemed humble, but he was actually arrogant.

"Since the ninth level is the highest, what about the master of painting? Also, what about the saint of painting?" Shi Lei asked again.

The white-clothed young man's face stiffened, and he said, "The master has already established his own school, and naturally he is above the ninth-level painter, and the painting saint is unique. It is superior to all masters, and naturally even more powerful."

"In other words, the ninth level is not the most powerful, there are many masters and painters on it." Shi Lei understood.

"What level of painter are you?" The young man in white looked at Shi Lei, "Seeing that your cultivation is not bad, you can be comparable to me. Your painting skills should not be bad, right?"

"General." Shi Lei shook his head.

With Ye Feng's teaching and his own hard work, Shi Lei received the preaching of Ma Liangbi and made great progress in painting.

However, he was always humble.

"So-so? It seems that he is only a seventh-level or eighth-level painter, hehe!" The young man in white pouted and took a few steps to the side. "You don't have the level of a ninth-level painter, so don't get too close to me."

Soon, the young man in white left slowly.

Seeing this scene, Shi Lei scratched his head, thinking that the other party was really crazy.

on the cloud.

Ye Feng was drinking tea. He noticed the scene in the ancient painting city and wanted to laugh.

"I don't have the level of a ninth-level painter, so I can't get too close? This person is really thick-skinned!"

Ye Feng continued to drink tea.

Ancient painting city.

Shi Lei was still walking around the city.

In front of a huge stone wall, hundreds of painters gathered. One of them was an old man in a blue shirt holding a brush and explaining something.

"We are just ordinary painters."

"As for the painting sage, his old man has reached the super-high level of a soul painter. He can make a painting with one thought, and the painting is comprehensive and exquisite."

"More importantly, at the level of a painting sage, you can completely control all things to paint, and your heart and mind are one, detached and refined."

"Although the old man is a master of painting and has his own style, he is still far from the old master of painting."

"You guys!"

"You have to study hard."

"Now, I'll paint a picture first."

The old man in the green shirt took a brush, dipped it in ink, and drew an ink landscape painting on the wall.

"Ink painting, the basic skills are hooking, rubbing, rubbing, dyeing, and spotting. After you use it skillfully, you are considered entry."

The old man in green shirt did not forget the on-site teaching.

Shi Lei watched with relish.

on the wall.

An ink landscape painting quickly emerged, and when everyone looked at it, they only felt that the picture was vivid, and the landscape inside seemed to come alive and become a world of its own.

"It's amazing!" Shi Lei praised.

"Why are you here? I don't know about painters below the ninth level. Do you want to stay away from me?" The young man in white happened to be here, and when he saw Shi Lei, he quickly walked aside in disgust.

"Li Zhengping, everyone here is painters, there is no distinction between high and low." The old man in the blue shirt stared at the young man in white and taught a lesson.

"Yes, Master Qingshan." Li Zhengping accepted it on the surface, but he was still dissatisfied.

In his opinion, he is already a ninth-level painter, and he is only one opportunity away from being a master. He is completely different from ordinary painters.

"Young man, what do you think of this old man's landscape painting?" Master Qingshan looked at Shi Lei and asked with a smile, his face full of kindness.

"The painting is very good!" Shi Lei raised his thumb and added, "It's similar to mine."

"puff!"

The crowd sprayed water collectively.

"Insanity!"

"That's Master Qingshan. You can create a world in a painting with a single painting. Where did you come from, you are a ninth-level painter, and you dare to compare yourself with Master Qingshan?"

"Fork out, fork out!"

All the artists present were furious.

Li Zhengping was even more exaggerated. He jumped up, pointed at Shi Lei, and shouted: "Come on, let this arrogant person out of the ancient painting city, and he will not be allowed in."

on stage.

Master Qingshan was also stunned.

He is a master of painting, and among all the masters in the immortal world, he can be regarded as one of the best.

But who would know that today, being compared to himself by a hairy boy, he felt a little depressed.

"We are painters, not savages, stop!" Master Qingshan is a true master after all, with high self-discipline, "Young man, what's your name?"

"Master, my name is Shi Lei." Shi Lei bowed his hands politely.

Seeing his humble appearance, Master Qingshan was very satisfied, nodded, and said, "Where did you learn from, and what level of painter are you now?"

"I'm a disciple of the Misty Sect of Shenzhou. As for the level of painters, I don't know." Shi Lei thought about it carefully and felt that he was really not good at grading.

"Oh, Misty Sect!"

"Is there such a sect in the painting world?"

"I haven't heard of it!"

"It's probably a small school!"

Everyone waved their hands~www.mtlnovel.com~ But, the next moment, someone gasped and stared at Shi Lei.

"The Misty Sect? The one from Ye Feng!"

"Mother!"

After realizing it, everyone was so frightened that they sat on the ground, rolling and crawling to the distance, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.