Ye Feng looked at the painting carefully from top to bottom, and found that it had no signature, so it was an anonymous painting.
Although it is an anonymous work, the author's painting techniques such as sketching, rendering, and ink splashing are perfect. The expression of the old man on the boat and the color matching of the distant mountains and flowing water are handled vividly, which is definitely not the doodles of an ordinary person.
What surprised Ye Feng the most was that the oil-paper umbrellas in general ink-splashing paintings were mostly green and yellow in color, but the one in this ink-splashing painting was actually bright red, making the umbrella particularly conspicuous in the entire painting.
The ribs of the oil-paper umbrella are clearly visible, with a strong sense of three-dimensionality, giving people the illusion that the red umbrella can be taken out of the painting with a light touch.
Seeing Ye Feng paying attention to the ink painting, Ouyang Changfeng smiled and said, "This was given to me by an old friend of mine. It is said to be an ancient painting from more than a thousand years ago. There is no inscription or signature, and no one knows who painted it. Every time my friends come, they will comment on it and make a lot of guesses, but no one knows who the artist is. The reason why I hang this painting here is not because it is so valuable, but because I like the artistic conception in the painting. Every time I browse this painting, I feel happy physically and mentally, as if a warm current flows through my body, making me very comfortable, so I have hung it here."
Madam Ouyang covered her mouth and laughed, "Hubby, you're showing off this painting again. Your friend is just teasing you. This is not an ancient painting from more than a thousand years ago. The colors are so bright, it's obviously a modern painting."
A trace of reluctance flashed across Xiao Luo's face, but he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Ouyang, my grandfather collects ancient paintings, so I have some understanding of ancient paintings. To be honest, after more than a thousand years of baptism, the colors of ancient paintings will evaporate to some extent and will not be preserved so brightly. I don't think it has that many years of history."
Ye Feng was also secretly surprised. The colors of this picture, especially the red umbrella, were too bright. It didn't look like a painting from more than a thousand years ago.
Ye Feng had seen a painting that had been passed down for thousands of years, which was the Taixuan Formation Diagram that he won from the Shangqing Sect on the top of Mount Hua.
The Taixuan Formation Diagram is mottled and ancient. Although it has gone through thousands of years, it is still intact. It is not because it is well preserved, but because it contains a kind of spiritual energy. It is this spiritual energy that has allowed the Taixuan Formation Diagram to survive thousands of years without decaying.
The colors of this nameless painting are so bright, is it because there is spiritual energy in it
Thinking of this, Ye Feng's heart moved, and his divine eyes of knowing destiny swept over the nameless painting.
This glance really allowed him to see some clues, and he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
This nameless scroll can be called a spiritual painting.
Deep within the drawing paper, a white aura, like the vitality in the human body, flows melodiously in the painting. If you don’t use the divine eyes that know destiny, you can’t see this white aura at all.
Ye Feng also discovered that the white spiritual energy had a certain trajectory.
It flows along the bright red oil-paper umbrella, from the handle to the ribs, through each raised rib, and finally returns to the old man's hand in the painting.
There is such abundant spiritual energy. Every time Ouyang Changfeng appreciates the scroll, he has a comfortable feeling like being bathed in spring breeze. It is not just a psychological effect, but the abundant spiritual energy in it nourishes his body, giving him that feeling.
Is this also a battle formation diagram
What is the significance of this nameless painting
Ye Feng was full of doubts, and a stream of mental power surged towards the white spiritual energy.
Suddenly, Ye Feng felt as if there was a strong suction force on the scroll, which firmly absorbed his mental power. The scenery in front of him suddenly changed.
When Ye Feng saw the scenery clearly again, he was surprised to find that he had left Ouyang Changfeng's study and came to the simple boat in the painting.
Sure enough, this scroll appears to be a splash-ink landscape painting, but in fact it is also a formation.
The towering mountains in the distance are winding and continuous, the river water is clear and blue, flowing gently, and the small boat under your feet is swaying leisurely.
The old man opposite had white hair and beard, and his long beard fluttering in the wind.
Ye Feng understood that he did not really come into the scroll, but his thoughts triggered a special formation, allowing him to have a conscious exchange with the scroll.
The old man was also surprised. He stroked his white beard and looked at Ye Feng: "Young man, who are you and why are you on my boat?"
Ye Feng guessed that the old man should be the spirit of the artifact in this painting, just like the ugly old man. However, the old man's level is not as high as the ugly old man, and his strength is not as strong as the ugly old man. He is just a spirit of the artifact for a short period of time, and it cannot exist independently from this painting.
"My name is Ye Feng, what's your name, old man?"
The old man smiled faintly: "The sea of swords is boundless, the time of return is endless, and the return of Lao Na is endless."
Ye Feng couldn't help but be stunned. Gui Wuya, isn't he the sword immortal who carved the Misty Rain Sword Technique on the stone wall in the cave in the Ten Thousand Mountains of Miaojiang
Ye Feng suddenly realized that this old man was not a spirit of the artifact, but a trace of consciousness left by Gui Wuya in the painting. His own mental power broke into the scroll and triggered this trace of consciousness.
Thinking of the great favor he had received from Gui Wuya, whose Misty Rain Sword Technique allowed him to peek into the secrets of the flying sword, he bowed deeply to Gui Wuya.
"Could this old man be Senior Gui Wuya who created the Misty Rain Sword Technique?"
The old man was even more surprised: "Young man, you actually know my Misty Rain Sword Technique? I just created it and have never used it before."
Ye Feng smiled. It seemed that when Gui Wuya painted this scroll, he had just created the Misty Rain Sword Technique. This remnant soul had been existing in the painting for thousands of years. It was unknown whether it had passed for thousands of years or not. The real Gui Wuya had already achieved enlightenment and ascended to heaven.
Suddenly, a misty rain came, and the hazy drizzle brought a hint of coolness, covering the distant mountains with a layer of rain curtain.
Gui Wuya held up the bright red oil-paper umbrella to block the wind and rain. Ye Feng unexpectedly saw a blue and purple colorful petal engraved on the handle of the umbrella. It was obvious that this red oil-paper umbrella was for a woman.
The boat went downstream, passing through a dense green bamboo forest. The bamboo branches swayed in the breeze.
A melodious flute sound came from the woods, which was gentle and pleasant, as if it was sad and plaintive. Sometimes it sounded like birds singing on the branches, and sometimes like the gurgling of springs, which was refreshing.
The high parts are like a waterfall from the sky, floating above the dust and then quickly turning down. The low parts are like gusts of wind, penetrating into the heart and making it impossible to calm down.
Ye Feng looked at Gui Wuya and saw a happy smile on his face. In the blink of an eye, Gui Wuya abandoned the boat and went ashore, striding towards the depths of the bamboo forest.
Ye Feng was amazed. When seeing this painting by Gui Wuya, ordinary people only saw a wonderful ink-splashed landscape painting. Who would have thought that there was such a green bamboo forest hidden in the painting, and also a record of the heart-pounding flute sound.
(End of this chapter)