Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

The backyard of the restaurant.

Shi Xuan saw so many people appearing with an easel, his face was full of doubts.

But when he saw the black dragon in the portrait, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Could it be that the dragon's power that I felt before was emanating from this picture.

After Qin Hao placed the easel on the open space, he didn't directly paint.

The storage ring in his hand shone slightly, and a sword flew out of his storage ring.

As soon as the Absolute Immortal Sword came out.

Everyone's eyes fell on the Absolute Immortal Sword.

Although this sword seems ordinary, but for some reason, everyone has a feeling in their hearts that if they are stabbed by this sword, they must be dead.

Qin Hao said to the cupped hands of the Absolute Immortal Sword, "Thank you."

The Juexian Sword circled around Qin Hao twice, and finally hung above the drawing board.

It gives people a feeling that this sword may fall on the drawing board at any time, and smash the drawing board.

Such a scene is so weird that Gan Zhenduo couldn't help complaining.

"Brother Kuanglang, what do you think Shigong is doing, isn't it just to draw a picture and invite everyone out."

Kuanglang Three Swords shook his head: "Don't ask me, I don't know, but the thing that can make Master pay so much attention to it must be as good as the statue in Yuzhu Garden."

Gan Zhenduo stopped talking immediately after hearing what he said.

When the bystanders heard the words of the Yuzhuyuan statue, they couldn't help being curious.

What kind of statue was that?

But Qin Hao ignored it, tapped the paint board twice with a paintbrush, and then waved his hands to finish his eyes.

The finishing touch.

In the next second, there was a loud thunder in the clear sky.

Immediately afterwards, a dragon roar came from the paper.

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked.

Shi Xuan and Na Lanqin, who had a low cultivation base, were even more frightened and slumped on the ground.

Shangguan Feiyu tremblingly grabbed Murong Yanran who was beside her.

Old Hei was so frightened that he couldn't even utter a single word, he kept thinking to himself: Longwei, this is the might of a real dragon.

No one understands the suppression of this bloodline better than him.

"Damn it, scare the young master!"

Gan Zhenduo almost couldn't resist pulling out his sword.

The Three Swords of Mad Wave can still maintain calmness.

But the shocking thing is still behind, I saw the real dragon on the drawing board began to twist, as if it came to life.

Just as its huge dragon head came out of the painting, Qin Hao said a word.

"Do you dare to move?"

When Long heard this, he was about to speak, but he felt the sword hanging above his head.

It froze in place.

"Go back to me."

Qin Hao scolded with a serious face.

Looking at the fairy sword above his head, Zhenlong retracted his head into the painting helplessly, and then spit out a pile of smoke, covering himself in the clouds.

Only a head and half of the body were exposed.

"You are acquainted."

As Qin Hao said, he picked up the drawing board in his hand, looked at it carefully, and then turned to look at the old underworld.

"From now on, I will put this painting of a real dragon in my study, and you can view it once a day."

When Lao Hei heard this, ecstasy appeared on his face, and he said respectfully to Qin Hao:

"Thank you sir, Old Hei will definitely live up to your expectations."

Qin Hao waved his hand, with a disapproving expression on his face.

"Become a real dragon as soon as possible, so I can experience the feeling of riding a dragon to Yangzhou."

Old Hei: "..."

But he immediately became ecstatic in his heart, sir, this is the rhythm of making Wo a mount, it's great!

I can be regarded as truly enlisting in Mr.'s command.

The people in the courtyard came back to their senses one after another, looking at the real dragon picture in front of them.

They still can't believe the scene they just saw.

Mr. Qin even drew a real dragon.

Qin Hao looked up at the sky and put away the paintbrush in his hand.

"Okay, the painting is finished, you all go away."

Meanwhile, just outside the building.

The cultivator in Blackwood Town just came back to his senses from the thunderbolt in the clear sky and the dragon's chants.

"Is this the rumored old dragon in the Blackwood Forest? It's so terrifying!"

"I don't feel like it. That old dragon shouldn't be so scary."

"It's as if you've seen it before!"

"I'll go see him when the restaurant opens."

"..."

The movement in the restaurant shocked everyone.

But many people are just shocked, after all, there are too many miracles in the restaurant.

Only some important people, they listened to the dragon chant, and murmured in their hearts:

It was definitely not Jiaolong Yin just now, but Dragon Yin.

Could it be that the black flood dragon broke through?

Be sure to visit the restaurant when it opens.

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The next day, the restaurant, which had been closed for several days, reopened.

As usual, the restaurant was full as soon as it opened.

Except for Murong Yanran and Shangguan Feiyu's table.

Just when Qin Hao was about to tell a story, a white-haired old man came to Murong Yanran's table.

"Two, is there anyone here?"

Murong Yanran said flatly, "No one."

"The old man is sitting here."

After finishing speaking, the old man sat opposite Murong Yanran.

After a while, Qin Hao came out slowly with a book in hand.

"Mr. Qin, you are finally willing to open the door. We have been greedy for your wine for a long time."

"That's right, that's right."

"..."

Listening to the voices of the crowd, Qin Hao said with a smile: "There are a lot of things these days, and the restaurant is not open. Please forgive me."

"What book do you guys want to listen to today, just tell me, I will ensure that you all have a good time listening to it."

When everyone heard that there was such a good thing, they immediately talked about it.

"Mr. Qin, we want to hear a story about dragons."

"That's good, just listen to this."

"..."

Qin Hao laughed and said, "You guys, you're a drunkard."

Hahaha……

There was a burst of laughter in the whole restaurant.

"Mr. Qin really understands us. In fact, we big guys just want to know what happened to Longyin yesterday?"

Qin Hao said with a smile: "Have you heard of an allusion, the finishing touch?"

Everyone shook their heads upon hearing this.

"Mr. Qin, don't show off your literary talents. We are all rough people and don't understand these roundabout words."

"That's right, Mr. Qin, just say it straight."

"..."

Qin Hao unhurriedly told the allusions of the finishing touch to everyone.

Only then did the faces of the few people who experienced this incident yesterday show a look of sudden enlightenment.

The guests who came to the restaurant were not fools, and immediately understood where the Dragon Yin came from yesterday.

No one offered to ask Qin Hao to paint a dragon painting.

They dare not do such a death-seeking thing.

Qin Hao patted the ruler casually, and then started today's storytelling.

Everyone was soon immersed in the content of the storytelling, and completely forgot that they wanted to watch the dragon before...