Creation Color Master

The early morning sun shines on the glazed tiles of the imperial capital, shining with golden light.

Wang Ximeng and Lai Buyi followed a young eunuch as they walked in the deep palace. The luxurious palace made them look around curiously.

The young eunuch walked slowly and respectfully in front, adjusting his walking speed according to the pace of the two people, and did not say a word from beginning to end.

Soon, the two were taken to a large courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, there were rockeries, flowing water, and stone garden pavilions. A majestic man in golden armor with dragon patterns was standing with his back to them.

Lai Buyi and Wang Ximeng saw the armor on the man and immediately looked at each other.

Although they were shocked to meet the Golden Dragon Guards here, they were not surprised, because the Golden Dragon Guards were the emperor's personal guards, responsible for protecting the emperor's safety. Naturally, they had to be checked when entering and leaving the palace.

The young eunuch slowly walked behind Sun Long and whispered, "Commander Sun, I have brought Wang Ximeng and Lai Buyi here."

Sun Long slowly turned around after hearing this, and looked directly at the two people standing not far away. Then he waved to the side, and immediately several palace maids came out with trays in their hands.

Sun Long strode to the two men and said, "You two must be Wang Ximeng and Lai Buyi, right? I am Sun Long, the commander of the Golden Dragon Guard. I am here for a routine inspection. Please cooperate with me."

Under Sun Long's guidance and inspection, Wang Ximeng and Lai Buyi put away all the dangerous items they had on them, including their storage bags, spiritual weapons, etc.

Sun Long waved his hand to let everyone leave, and then explained to the two people: "Don't worry, these things will be returned to you in full when you leave the palace."

Wang Ximeng and Lai Buyi nodded to show their understanding.

Then, Sun Long spoke again: "You two, the morning court will soon be over, and it should be here soon. If you need anything, you can tell me and I will send someone to prepare it."

Hearing this, Wang Ximeng looked at Sun Kong and said, "Commander Sun, I need a place to put my paintings. The paintings I prepared today are a bit special and require a place of 100 meters."

After hearing this, Sun Long thought for a while and called a eunuch to whisper a few words in his ear. Then he saw the man quickly left.

Soon, a group of guards came over, each carrying a wooden table. They arranged the wooden tables neatly and orderly in the courtyard, and soon a hundred-meter-long table was completed.

Looking at the suitable length and width, Wang Ximeng nodded continuously in satisfaction.

Everything was ready and everyone was waiting for the emperor to arrive.

Fortunately, the emperor did not ask them to wait long. A eunuch with a hoarse voice outside the courtyard shouted, "His Majesty has arrived. Those inside, come and greet him."

Wang Ximeng and Lai Buyi followed Sun Long and soon arrived outside the door, only to see a luxurious carriage parked in front of the door.

As the leader of the Golden Dragon Guard, Sun Long only needed to bow respectfully and say, "Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor."

Wang Ximeng and Lai Buyi had no official positions, so they could only kneel on the ground and say respectfully: "I, Wang Ximeng (Lai Buyi), pay my respects to His Majesty the Emperor."

Tang Tiansheng, wearing a five-clawed golden dragon robe, slowly got out of the carriage and said, "You two, get up."

Then he looked at Wang Ximeng with a pair of dignified eyes and said, "You are me, Wang Ximeng. I heard that your painting skills are unique and there is no other similar technique in the whole painting world. Your landscapes are realistic. I wonder if it is true."

Wang Ximeng said respectfully: "I am indeed good at painting realistic landscapes, but I don't know whether I have developed a unique style, because I have not communicated with people in the painting world."

Tang Tiansheng looked at the two of them carefully, then said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether you are clear or not. I asked you to come to the palace this time because I want to appreciate your paintings. Let's go and see if you are unique or not."

Everyone followed Tang Tiansheng into the courtyard. When they saw the hundred-meter-long tables and chairs in the courtyard, their eyes lit up slightly, and then they said, "Wang Ximeng, is this the place you asked to paint?"

Wang Ximeng nodded and said, "Your Majesty, that's right."

Tang Tiansheng nodded, found a stool and sat down casually, saying: "I heard the rumors about you in Jianghu and became curious, so I wanted to watch you paint. You don't have to be nervous. I wonder what you are going to paint this time?"

Wang Ximeng replied seriously: "Since I am impressed by your majesty's landscape paintings, I will naturally paint landscape paintings."

"Fortunately, my brother Buyi and I traveled all over the world in our early years and visited many famous mountains and rivers. This time, I will paint a picture of the vast mountains and rivers for Your Majesty to see."

Hearing this, Tang Tiansheng was immediately very interested and said, "Okay, I own a vast territory, and you want to paint it for me. No one has ever done this before. If you really paint it, I will reward you handsomely."

Wang Ximeng said respectfully: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will start painting now."

After saying that, he walked to the hundred-meter-long table, stretched out his hand, and pushed and pushed. Then, a hundred-meter-long scroll was unfolded on the table.

Wang Ximeng stretched out his hand to summon the ink and brush, took out the various colors of paint he had prepared in advance, and began to paint.

In front of the hundred-meter long scroll, Wang Ximeng seems particularly small, but with his superb painting skills, reasonable landscape layout, and the help of ink and brush, he writes with divine power and without any pause.

With a wave of his hand, the ink brush broke into two, and Wang Ximeng began to paint with both hands. The smooth and vivid lines, vigorous and powerful techniques, some real and some virtual, plus the rich and bright colors, only completed a very small part, but it attracted everyone to crane their necks to watch.

When Tang Tiansheng saw Wang Ximeng painting with both hands, his eyes lit up. At this time, Tang Tiansheng could no longer suppress his curiosity and slowly walked forward.

When he saw the landscape painting which accounted for only one percent of the total on the scroll, his eyes still lit up and he nodded slightly.

As Wang Ximeng immersed himself in the world of painting, the power of painting in the courtyard rolled in and gathered here. Part of it flowed towards the scroll, and part of it was constantly absorbed by Wang Ximeng.

The power of the painting spirit is constantly used on the ink-dot brush, and dots of ink are rendered on the painting scroll.

You know, in order to win the emperor's favor, the scrolls, paints, etc. that Wang Ximeng took out were all the best he had at the moment.

Tang Tiansheng, who was standing aside, looked at Wang Ximeng who was immersed in painting, with a look of approval in his eyes.

At this moment, Wang Ximeng was completely immersed in painting. Although the painting spirit power in his body was being consumed rapidly, it was constantly replenished during the practice of his skills.

In this way, Wang Ximeng painted from day to evening. At this moment, the sky was full of clouds. Tang Tiansheng gently put down the teacup and whispered, "Come here, bring the light beads for Mr. Wang. Be careful and don't disturb him from painting."

There is only a small blank space left on the hundred-meter-long scroll, but Wang Ximeng's spirit has reached its limit at this moment. His eyes are red, the hand holding the pen is trembling slightly, and his face is pale due to severe exhaustion.

It is still too difficult for him now to complete a 100-meter painting scroll in one day.

Looking at the small blank space in his eyes, Wang Ximeng used the last bit of painting spirit power in his dantian, clenched his slightly trembling hands, and started writing again.

As the last stroke was put down, the hundred-meter-long painting scroll began to bloom with endless brilliance.