New White Snake Asking Immortals

The latest website: The picture scroll is reshuffled, and the real dragon is lying.

The fat and fat accumulated over the years are exhausted, growth and evolution need nutrition, especially when the body length becomes 800 meters or about 240 feet, the stocks in the stomach are exhausted, and the stomach is hungry...

Relax a little and transform into a human form.

Touching his face, the baby fat that had grown so hard was gone, his chin was really sharp, his complexion was pale and he looked hypoglycemic, and he wanted to eat and drink the most right now.

"Thank you……"

Salute again, what you just got is better than Shenlong blood essence.

Absorbing dragon blood may boost one's cultivation in a rocket way, and one's strength will skyrocket, and the benefit of gaining the mysterious energy that turns into a golden ancient tree will be long-term. It was too late to cross over.

There will be many benefits in the future, it will be more hidden, and it will not be caught fire by all parties, so it is suitable for continuing to pursue.

Maybe the tall and stalwart man wants to teach a certain white.

With a wave of his hand.

The ink stains of the surrounding scenery dissipated.

More colors emerge, one brushstroke paints, and the place in front of you becomes a luxurious study room. Generally speaking, it is very big and domineering, with a strong atmosphere of feudalism and extravagance, the kind that will be criticized by words and pens.

A large desk appeared in front of my eyes.

The shape is simple and elegant, but the desktop is too big and too wide.

The Four Treasures of the Study placed the corner of the wooden table, and the golden figure pointed to the pen and the paper on the table.

"You let me paint?"

The golden figure nodded.

Turn around and go back to the high place to finish the golden dragon chair. The posture standard is full of majesty. He looks like an invigilator in the examination room, and only hangs a clock on the painting beam to remind him of the remaining time.

Danfeng's beautiful eyes rolled wildly, wondering if it was the last hurdle. If you draw well, you can leave the world in the painting. If you don't draw well, you can keep drawing. Judging by the long lifespan of the dragons, I'm afraid it's hard to tell the difference. What is the difference between a stick of incense and a hundred years...

"No problem, I can not only draw ink and wash, but also draw comic strips.

"

Move in Jindun as a stepping stone.

Climb up.

Grab the brush and put it in your mouth to sip it to moisten it.

A certain Bai didn't see the corners of the mouth of the tall figure on the dragon chair twitching, resisting the urge to raise his hand to cover his head...

I saw a certain dragon girl looking like a teacher, shaking her head with her hands behind her back. According to professional terms, you should be brewing emotions and preparing to hold back your big move at this time. Mr. Muraguchi said that painting should integrate emotions and artistic conceptions.

Suddenly remembered a memory.

It was once heard that a certain scholar studied literature when he was young, but he gave up his pen and practiced martial arts in anger after failing the provincial examination. He competed with others in the autumn school grounds of the Beijing camp, and competed with others, drumming, and bowing and shooting.

A hundred arrows missed, the body was tired, and the drummer was shot by mistake.

In an instant, the inspiration exploded like a landslide, and the brush was turned several times in the hand, and the pen was written.

The tall figure nodded again and again, and finally had a bit of the demeanor of the bamboo forest masters, and the dragon's heart was very comforting.

Inky black long hair dancing wildly.

I saw a white painter throwing away his cloak when he got up, and his pen wandering without sloppiness. If it is paired with the soundtrack of drums, it will show the grandmaster's momentum. The combination of painting and dancing looks pleasing to the eye.

Finally, he put away the pen and threw it into the pen holder, raised his head and took a deep breath.

The drawing paper of the table case floats in the air and stands up for display.

When the tall and majestic man in imperial robes saw the painting clearly, he almost staggered. The painting is very good and the technique is very good, but why are two reed chickens fighting? Cockfighting picture?

Mou Bai wiped off the ink drops on his cheeks, very proud.

"How about it, this picture of rookies pecking at each other is pretty good, isn't it? The inspiration comes from two rookies who missed 20 shots at each other. Isn't this just rookies pecking at each other haha~"

The man covered his head, maybe for the first time in his long career he couldn't laugh or cry.

With a wave of his hand, the drawing paper was put away, and the paper was laid out again.

OK, keep drawing.

Now that the big tree is gone, let’s draw another one. The plum blossom tree is too bitter and cold, and the bamboo is deserted. In this case, let’s draw a peach tree. Blooming is boring, too vulgar. To quench thirst, the background is Cangshan Mountain, Taolin and other people.

The morning fog in the distant mountains is heavy, and the peach trees in front of the door are empty.

Skilled.

It needs to be finalized before painting, starting from the tree first.

Outline the branches and trunks, and a little ink on the treetops.

The tall man who was watching from a distance nodded in relief when he saw that Bai was serious. The painting is really good. Although it is a little immature, it is true and rare. The distant mountains, peach forests, houses, and the composition are excellent.

After a while.

I am very proud of the perfect collection, the painters are in vain, we are the best.

The paper floated up and was drawn vertically.

From top to bottom is full of charm, morning mist in the distant mountains, lush peach trees in front of the door, vigorous ancient peach trees full of fairy peaches, looking thirsty, I have seen the peaches in Yaochi painting, it is really more fairy-like, very good, it will become a masterpiece if it spreads Family treasures.

The tall man who stroked his chin suddenly gave a sudden pause.

What is there on the peach tree?

No matter where the painting is very good, except that there is an extra monkey on the tree full of sweet peaches, holding a sweet peach in its claws to make a strange face, with an exaggerated big mouth and tongue sticking out, just like a picture of a monkey eating a peach with a big mouth...

Suppressing the trembling of the body, put away the masterpiece, and spread the paper again.

"Look at me painting a tiger roaring over the hills this time!"

The man sat down, this time... the picture of the roaring tiger should be correct, right?

Lick the brush to get wet.

swipe swipe~

Hills, rocks, wild grass, with ancient pine, and finally started to draw a tiger. Halfway through the sight, the man turned his head and said nothing, and saw that a certain white drew a round tiger on the blue rock, with a few strokes, a tail and four claws, cat ears, The beard on the face and the character king on the forehead are indeed tigers, after all there are tiger stripes on duck eggs.

He raised his head and squeezed his chin for a while to think.

Draw a circle on the funny tiger again to signal the tiger to speak.

The word '嗤' was written in the circle, and an exclamation point was added to show a solemn roar, a complete picture of the roaring tiger hills.

Speechless, the scroll was put away again, and paper was laid out again.

"Actually, I'm also very good at drawing people. I'll just draw people this time. Don't worry, I'll pass the test to your satisfaction this time."

Hearing this, the tall man sat upright.

It's not easy to mess around with drawing characters, so wait and see with confidence.

The remote mountain road in the wilderness, um, very good, the rocks and weeds set off the atmosphere, the full moon, it should be about the things under the moon, it is probably a narrative painting, and it is time to draw the characters.

The use of lines is sophisticated, and the movements and expressions are very vivid. Two people are drawn.

One before the other, it seems that the latter is chasing the former, and the former looks very angry, which is quite interesting.

Painting and painting suddenly became weird.

What is the thing that the two people straddle the two circles?

"What, this is Xiao Heyue chasing Han Xin. Running on the mountain road is too tiring, and riding a horse at night is more dangerous. Riding a bicycle is light and fast. I have worked hard."

The man put away the picture, got up and walked to the corner without saying a word, forget it, let's draw.

A certain Bai is not polite, but he is vigorously creating excellent works. If there is an old painter present, he will definitely smash a certain dragon to death with his old bones. All those who love painting will respect and hate Bai Yujun.

In an instant, the study room was filled with 'magic works'.

For a long time.

But the time has come.

Bai Yujun sighed suddenly, feeling sad and sad.

"I'll draw another one for you. In fact... I didn't want to leave too soon before. I deliberately played tricks and wanted to spend more time with you. After this painting, I left."

"..."

The man was silent, he understood everything.

Sit quietly and watch carefully, trying to remember this moment.

Bai Yujun changed her style of painting and used the modern animation method of the earth. The paper is very large. The work is like an animation movie poster, with distances and nearness. The colors are beautiful, warm and romantic, but a little lonely and cold.

The petals of the white and elegant flowers are slightly larger in the near distance, and smaller in the distance. The grass is blowing with the wind, and the pear trees are blooming.

The long-haired girl in a white dress is standing sideways holding a paper umbrella.

Not like the world.

White jade dragon horns and pointed ears, white dress and long hair blown by the wind, ribbons fluttering, the head is lightly lifted to look at the pear blossoms and thousands of trees and snow.

The pure and exquisite delicate face seems to be hard to say, after the rain, the lonely shadow thinks far away, this time I don't know when I will come again, Bai Yujun left a self-portrait.

When the painting is completed, it will be blessed with divine will and dragon energy, and it will become a treasure of immortality.

The drawing paper floated up, and the man stood there for a long time.

After a long time, my hands couldn't restrain the trembling and put away the drawing paper for collection.

Bai Yujun knelt down.

"I know, there are some things you can't say and neither can I. It's okay, it will change in the future, you... Take care."

He kowtowed heavily, his long hair spread out...

Unknowingly, it floats up farther and farther, and passes through the water-like space to leave the mysterious place in the painting.

In the luxury study.

The walls are covered with playful paintings.

In the middle of the study, it is obvious that the romantic and beautiful painting is the most precious.

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