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The picture of hell in disguise was originally created by Yang Lin at random, and it was also the result of his insights after viewing the previous landscape painting in recent days.

When he first finished the painting, he didn't have any strong feelings, but when he returned to the hotel after get off work, he suddenly felt like he was on a whim.

This feeling is like suddenly remembering the Penguin Code from ten years ago while squatting on the tuba.

So Yang Lin immediately found pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After burning incense and bathing, he immediately looked at the blank paper in front of him.

The next second, I saw that he was writing like a god, and with two strokes, he drew a delicate flower bud on the paper.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing special about this bud, but when Yang Lin dropped a drop of ink on it, a magical scene happened.

In an instant, the originally closed bud began to bloom little by little.

Until it turns into a beautiful flower.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, he would probably shout a miracle on the spot.

But Yang Lin was not satisfied with this. He shook his head and crumpled the paper in front of him into a ball, and then took out a new piece of white paper.

After some deliberation, what he drew this time was a tiger descending from the mountain.

The tiger in the painting has both form and spirit, just like a real tiger. When the tiger is ready, an imperceptible tiger roar suddenly comes from the painting.

After realizing this, Yang Lin casually injected a trace of mana into the painting.

And with this trace of magic power, the tiger jumped out of the scroll and turned into a little tiger about the size of a cat.

Seeing this scene, Yang Lin couldn't help but smile.

But his smile quickly disappeared.

Because the little tiger that jumped out of the screen just jumped twice before turning into a puddle of ink.

"It's a pity, it's just a little bit short. As long as there is a little more spirituality, this tiger can turn falsehood into reality."

"And I can also enter the Tao through painting and become a fairy in painting."

After sighing, Yang Lin drew some other things one after another.

Without exception, these things can jump out of the painting and become real objects, but in the end they all turn into ink due to lack of spirituality.

Even the one with the longest storage time only stayed for more than ten minutes.

But even so, Yang Lin was still very satisfied.

After all, although he did not enter the Tao through painting this time, he has made great progress. With his magic power, he can be regarded as having another method.

Just when he was about to take out the previous landscape painting for meditation, there was a sudden knock on the door.

After he opened the door, Boss Yang and three others appeared at the door of his room.

"Huh? Are you guys off work too?"

"Of course, it's almost ten o'clock, how could we not get off work yet?" Reba stuck out her tongue.

After hearing her words, Yang Lin realized that he had been painting for three or four hours without knowing it.

"So you were painting in your room. No wonder I didn't see you going out to eat."

As she walked into the room, Liu Tianxian looked around the room curiously until she saw the drawings covering the entire table.

She thought this was just Yang Lin's practice, but as she looked at it, a look of shock appeared on her face.

As an artist who has learned calligraphy and painting and other traditional skills of the Dragon Kingdom since childhood, she not only has a creative level far beyond ordinary people in calligraphy and painting, but also has a very professional vision.

So she could tell at a glance that the paintings on the table were not simple.

Even if the painting is just a grass or a flower, it still has an extraordinary meaning.

She was addicted to it just looking at it.

When Boss Yang and Reba saw Liu Tianxian's expression, they quickly approached him.

Soon they had the same look on their faces as Liu Tianxian.

"Wow! These flowers are so beautifully painted, just like the real ones."

"This little tree is the same. The painting is so realistic."

"Yang Lin, this bastard, is also very good at painting."

"I'm sorry, I said it wrong. It's you, the bastard, who draws so well."

"No, no, it's just that the paintings are awesome."

"Seriously, I also have a lot of famous paintings in my home, but they are far from comparable to these."

"Although I can't say what's good or bad about it, I just feel that these paintings are a little different from ordinary paintings."

Hearing what Boss Yang said, Reba's eyes lit up immediately.

"Sister Mi, do you even think these paintings by Yang Lin are better than those by those masters?"

"Of course." Boss Yang nodded without hesitation.

"Hey, will these paintings become very valuable in the future?" Reba continued to ask.

"Well... let's put it this way, not only will these paintings be very valuable in the future, they are also very valuable now. If they are arranged to be hyped up, they will probably be sold for sky-high prices."

"After all, the disguised picture of hell that Yang Lin painted today is so awesome. If others knew that these paintings were painted by him, they would go crazy."

As soon as Boss Yang finished speaking, Reba directly stood in front of Yang Lin.

"Hey, Yang Lin, we have been friends for so long. I think you wouldn't refuse if I asked you for a painting."

"I'm not greedy either, so just give me the little bastard you drew."

As soon as Reba said this, Boss Yang and Liu Tianxian on the side also showed expressions of excitement.

Although they don't expect to sell Yang Lin's paintings for money, collecting them is still a very cool thing.

With Yang Lin's current identity and status, it is destined that his paintings will become famous in calligraphy, painting and collection circles in the future.

After all, he is a man that even major official media want to praise.

Facing the longing eyes of the three people, Yang Lin nodded almost without even thinking.

"It's just a poor Taoist's practice. If you want it, just take it."

Hearing Yang Lin's answer, the three people's faces instantly showed surprise.

The next second they started discussing how to divide the spoils.

After some haggling, the three of them were each assigned 10 paintings.

But at this moment, the wastebasket on the side caught the attention of Reba, a little money fan.

After taking a look, she suddenly said to Yang Lin:

"I see your trash can is full. How about I help you empty it?"

As she spoke, she reached for the garbage bag in the wastebasket.

But as soon as she stretched out her hand, Boss Yang grabbed her.

"You little girl, you still want to eat alone."

As she spoke, she casually took out a paper ball from the wastebasket. When she unfolded it, a look of distress appeared on her face.

"Yang Lin, you are such a waste of money. You have such a good painting and you actually threw it into the wastebasket."

"If it were auctioned outside, it would cost at least hundreds of thousands. There are tens of millions in this wastebasket."

After finishing speaking, the three of them quickly took out all the scrap manuscripts from the wastebasket and spread them out one by one.

At this moment, their eyes looked as if they had discovered a shocking treasure.

His mouth never closed.

After they had sorted out all Yang Lin's paintings, they finally explained their purpose of coming this time.