Chapter 137

Chapter 137

The technique used in this painting was extremely concise, devoid of any redundant strokes, with every single detail executed to absolute perfection.

"Oh, it's truly the handiwork of Master Yunfeng!"

"Indeed, it is Master Yunfeng's authentic work! With such an unmistakable personal style, no one else could possibly achieve this except Master Yunfeng!"

The crowd showered praises upon the painting.

Ye Fengyun, however, wore a suspicious look.

This was Master Yunfeng's handwriting?

What the hell, isn't this just an aerial sketch I casually doodled while practicing my martial arts on the mountaintop when I was eight years old?

At the time, I just thought it was fun, and I threw it away right after finishing it. How on earth did it end up here?

Thinking he might have misread it, Ye Fengyun stepped closer. Sure enough, a corner of the mountain peak was missing—it was unquestionably the drawing from his eighth year.

Because he distinctly remembered that the corner of the mountain had been ruined by a dollop of bird droppings. Finding it foul, he had tossed the painting aside, never expecting to see it again in a place like this.

Yet, how on earth did this painting appear here?

Master Yunfeng, Master Yunfeng... Yunfeng, Fengyun, Feng Yun?!

Ye Fengyun suddenly realized something.

It was probably picked up by his eccentric old Taoist master, who then fabricated a completely nonexistent Master Yunfeng out of thin air.

Ye Fengyun felt a mix of laughter and tears.

It seemed that even before I entered the martial world, the legends of me were already circulating within it.

Old master, you really do know how to play the marketing game.

The crowd was still gathered around the painting in admiration, with some even leaning in to examine it closely.

At this sight, a chill ran down Ye Fengyun's spine.

Although a long time had passed, that thing on it was still bird droppings...

Seeing how much they loved the painting, Elder Xu felt his vanity immensely gratified, and he smiled, saying:

"This painting is titled *Rivers and Mountains*. What are everyone's thoughts after viewing it?"

Immediately, someone stepped forward to say, "The brushwork of this painting is refined and devoid of any superfluous strokes. Every single line is meticulously carved, capturing both form and spirit. Truly, this is the masterstroke of Master Yunfeng!"

Hearing this, Elder Xu smiled and nodded, then turned his gaze toward Wen Zhengtian.

Wen Zhengtian was in the cultural project industry and had even planned large-scale cultural programs, possessing deep insights into the cultural sphere.

"President Wen, what are your thoughts?" Elder Xu inquired.

Wen Zhengtian stroked his chin, feigning profound contemplation, and said, "In my view, this painting is much more than just a landscape."

"Oh?"

His words instantly piqued everyone's curiosity.

"What does President Wen mean by that?"

Ye Fengyun was also somewhat curious about what Wen Zhengtian would say, otherwise, even he himself had no idea what he had been thinking at the time.

Wen Zhengtian cleared his throat, maintaining a facade of profound wisdom, and pointed at the landscape painting. "Look at this, these mountain ranges rolling continuously, and this stream flowing endlessly. What does this indicate? It shows that ahead lies a mountain pass, and behind are obstacles—you cannot escape no matter how hard you try. What is this? This is destiny!"

Hearing this, the crowd immediately cast admiring glances at Wen Zhengtian.

Wen Zhengtian continued his analysis, "And this missing corner of the peak—I believe this is the ultimate finishing touch. The absence of this corner symbolizes Master Yunfeng roaring in defiance of destiny, possessing the boldness of 'I will someday ride the wind and cleave the waves, hanging my cloud-sail to cross the vast sea'!

"These mountain ranges represent peril and obstruction, yet within peril, there lies a way to break through!

"This stream represents the state of mind, the tranquil composure of Master Yunfeng remaining completely unfazed and serene as still water even in the midst of extreme danger!"

Wen Zhengtian grew more and more excited, moving himself to the point of emotion.

He leaned in closer and took a delicate sniff; had someone not stopped him, he probably would have stuck his tongue out to taste it.

"Even after the passage of several years, one can still deeply feel the genuine emotion imbued in this painting. This is the true greatness of Master Yunfeng!"