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Luo Yan was tinkering with the charcoal, while Jing Salamander looked on with confusion.

"what are you up to?"

"Painting. I promised a person today that I would make a painting for her. The other person has a noble status, so it's hard to push back on the promise."

Luo Yan pulled out his sword, scraped the charcoal into the bowl, and explained to the Jing Salamander beside him.

Jingli's eyes blinked slightly, and the look of confusion in her eyes became a bit thicker. Although she didn't know how to cook, wash clothes, or needlework, she was involved in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and she wasn't weak at all. She knows exactly what materials and tools are needed for painting, and these obviously have nothing to do with charcoal.

Luo Yan didn't wait for Jing Salamander to ask questions and continued: "This is a painting method I invented. You will know it later."

Zhang Zai's four sentences about Hengqu were all paid for free, so how could he care about the sketch of foreigners for free.

No matter who invented it, it belongs to him now.

How can the artist's affairs be called free prostitution? This is called promoting art.

As for sketching.

Naturally, I learned this in order to chase girls.

Who makes the female students in the art college so good at dressing up and understanding everything? Those who don't have no chance to understand.

"This is your sword?!"

Jingli's attention was quickly attracted by the long sword in Luo Yan's hand. A flash of doubt flashed through her cold eyes, because the weird single-edged shape puzzled her. She didn't understand why Luo Yan would make the sword. It looks like this, neither fish nor fowl, a sword is not like a sword, and a knife is not like a knife, but judging from the color, the material and workmanship should not be bad.

"I just picked it up today, let's see how it goes."

Luo Yan looked at the charcoal he had collected, handed the long sword to Jing Salamander, chuckled, and wanted to hear Jing Salamander's evaluation.

Jing Salamander stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, waved it twice, and felt it for a while. Then he looked at Luo Yan with his cold and beautiful eyes and said softly: "It's not bad, but you are a little too casual."

Speaking of this, Luo Yan's cold and beautiful eyes "tinged".

Obviously, Luo Yan was speechless at making the sword like this.

"You don't understand. This kind of sword is the most lethal. Whether it is on horseback or off horse, its power will not be weakened."

As Luo Yan said this, he picked up the bowl with charcoal, threw the scabbard to Jing Salamander, and asked Jing Salamander to help him carry the sword, while grabbing a piece of wood and walking towards the house.

"A sword is only as strong as the person wielding it, not the sword itself!"

Jing Salaman put Luo Yan's sword into its scabbard, followed Luo Yan unhurriedly, and corrected him softly.

I can't talk about science with you cultivators.

Luo Yan complained in his mind that Gai Nie could kill people with a wooden sword, and he felt that the Frightened Salamander could probably do it as well. Therefore, it was impossible to talk about science with them, and the world itself did not talk about science. His world view had not changed from that of time travel. It has been recast from the beginning, and the only normal thing left is the concept of mate selection.

"makes sense."

Luo Yan was smart enough not to debate this issue with Jing Salamander.

After all, the Frightened Salamander could bully him with a twig, and no matter how fierce his mouth was, it was of no use. Some things had to wait until later, when he had grown up, and then he could settle things slowly.

A good man should endure humiliation and bear the burden.

Jing Salamander looked at Luo Yan's obedience, nodded slightly, his cold eyes brightened slightly, and followed him step by step.

Soon the two of them entered the room one after another, Xiao Yan'er was still sleeping.

Children who are just a few months old usually eat after eating and sleeping, because their bodies are growing rapidly and need a lot of sleep to reduce body consumption.

"Do me a favor and use your inner breath to condense the charcoal into something as thin and long as this."

Luo Yan put down the bowl filled with charcoal, then looked up at Jing Salamander and made gestures with his hands.

Because of the angle, only a pair of cold beautiful eyes can be seen.

The mountains are so big that they obscure the view.

As for why he didn't take action himself, the main reason is that his interest rate has been skyrocketing in recent days, and he still can't control it perfectly.

Especially this kind of delicate work makes the Frightened Salamander better at taking action.

The Jing Salamander nodded slightly, knelt down beside Luo Yan, caressed his long sleeves, stretched out his slender jade fingers, moved his fingertips lightly, and his inner breath surged out. The invisible force directly sucked up the charcoal in the bowl and floated it in the air. The carbon rods Luo Yan needed were condensed into them, and they were neatly displayed together.

It was an understatement to complete what Luo Yan needed.

After Jingyu finished all this, he looked at Luo Yan with beautiful eyes, as if asking if this was the case.

The world with martial arts is just not normal.

Luo Yan sighed inwardly and gave a thumbs up to Jing Salamander.

My mother-in-law is amazing.

Jing Salamander gently retracted his palm and dropped the carbon rod gently. He seemed to have thought of something and said softly: "This method is very suitable for you to hone your inner breath and help you control the skyrocketing power."

"learn."

Luo Yan knew what Jing Salamander meant, nodded, and then changed the subject and said: "It's still early anyway, don't you want to know how I paint? Let me paint one for you. In this world, you are the first The woman I drew into the painting~"

Jing Salamander looked at Luo Yan with cold beautiful eyes.

Luo Yan looked at Jing Salad sincerely. He felt that there was nothing wrong with his love talk. He was teasing her calmly and without being explicit.

I just don’t know if Frightened Salamander understands it.

They looked at each other for a while.

Jing Salamander nodded slightly and looked at Luo Yan expressionlessly.

I don’t even know how to smile~

Compared to Madam Mingzhu, Jing Salamander was a bit cold and aloof, as if even smiling was a luxury.

But this does not hinder her beauty.

Luo Yan held the carbon rod with his fingers, sharpened one end of it with his sword, and then began to draw on the wooden board skillfully, admiring the static beauty of the Frightened Salamander from time to time.

Although I watch it every day, some women never get tired of watching it.

Luo Yan painted seriously, while Jing Salamander sat quietly.

It took about one stick of incense.

Luo Yan made a few final touches, nodded with satisfaction, then turned the wooden board in his hand, faced Jing Salamander, and said with a smile: "I don't have any good materials, so I just used the wooden board to make do with it. How about it? I didn't paint you." Ugly?"

Sitting quietly for a stick of incense is nothing to a startled salamander.

After all, she was sitting quietly at home these days, hardly moving except for taking care of Xiao Yan'er and eating when necessary.

Because her career as a killer never stopped, she now prefers and enjoys this quiet life.

Hear Luo Yan's words.

Jingyu looked over with his cold eyes, and when he saw the wooden board in Luo Yan's hand, his expression was slightly startled.

A simple charcoal stick with staggered light and thick lines perfectly outlines her appearance and temperament. It is full of a three-dimensional sense and appears on the wooden board like a reflection in the water. Her eyes are cold and demure. The only difference is that the corners of her mouth are hanging. A faint smile made her appear more bright in the painting.

He actually knows how to paint? !

"How about it, not bad."

Luo Yan handed the board in his hand to Jing Salamander and said with some confidence.

"I wasn't smiling just now."

Jingyu grabbed the board and looked at himself in the painting, then raised his cold eyes to look at Luo Yan and said softly.

"That's how you are in my heart."

Luo Yan teased with a smile.

Jing Salamander was silent for a while and said softly: "It's time for you to practice."

The moment he heard this, Luo Yan's smile froze, and his buttocks ached even more.