Today's first update.

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Yuanbo Jiao'e had bright eyes, and looked at Zhifeng with good eyes, as if she was about to pull out the soul of Young Master Zhi directly from her neck, simple and rude.

"Childe, is it okay?" Cui Niang whispered beside her, but the mature sister didn't realize that her so-called 'slow talk' had long been listened to by many people, and the big tent was just such a little place, who really couldn't recite it, besides, you Cui Niang didn't use the advanced kung fu of sound transmission into the secret, I want to know what you said, for Leng Feiyu , Ting Moyu and other masters who are in the world, it is a matter of minutes.

"Okay, nothing can't be done, good man, when did I say no, son?" Zhifeng hurriedly spoke, but his voice was much louder than what Cui Niang said.

"Your words?" I have to say that Sister Cui Niang is sometimes very stupid and naïve.

"My injuries don't affect my writing!" Knowing that the young master is so angry, I said in my heart, I am confused, you are busy dismantling the stage, do you dare not do this to the young master.

"That being the case, pen and ink are waiting!"

Yuan Bo Jiao'e is a good person, she doesn't drag the mud and water at all, she just does what she says.

So a group of people, including Ke Jiu Bedu, were a little confused, and they didn't know what kind of panacea was sold in the gourd of the Miao Wang brothers and sisters.

It's just that since this is the meaning of Miao Wang's leanness, no one will have to stop it without that little eyesight, so everyone looked at Zhifeng, and they settled down, thinking that it was not bad to take a look at Zhigongzi's handwriting technique.

Time flies quickly, and I don't know if I forget it, or if everyone deliberately ignores it, the Miao Year Ceremony will officially start in more than an hour, and these two goods are going to dance and write here.

Zhifeng couldn't dodge, so he simply broke the jar, gritted his teeth, stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and put on a posture.

"Calligraphy, pay attention to pen techniques, but I don't know what style of text the fairy girl wants Zhifeng to write?" Young Master Zhi is still pretending, and if he is weak, he can't weaken his momentum.

"This, Childe is as good as he likes." Jiao'e didn't have too many requirements.

When Zhifeng heard this, his eyes lit up, I wiped it, I finally have a chance to steal chickens, since you don't require me to write a certain font, it's easy to do!

Everyone saw that the young master flicked his sleeves, splashed ink, and opened the whole!

The pen is a wolf silver emblem, and the ink is pine smoke deer glue, all of which are the best choice.

It's just that something suddenly happened, and Zhifeng picked up the jade inkstone covered with a lot of ink, as if he wanted to lick the ink and moisten the pen.

However, the young master slipped violently under his feet, and his body was crooked, and he actually sprinkled an inkstone pine smoke deer glue and green ink all over the Xuanhuang paper.

"Ahh Cui Niang, who cares about her son the most, was the first to cry out, this, I really didn't expect it.

The big guys have the same mind, whether it is Miao Wang, Immortal Gu, and Ke Jiu Bedu who are waiting to see Zhifeng's brilliance, or Cui Niang and Long Mu who are afraid that their son-in-law will make a fool of themselves, or Chen Xiao, Ting Moyu and Dugu Wangyue, who are full of doubts and want to see the methods of the world-famous young master, they are all dumbfounded.

The yellow paper is dyed, and the ink fragrance is flying.

"I'll you!" Zhifeng's expression is so exaggerated, and this word is also very arrogant.

"My son-in-law means oops, it's not good!" Long Mu sweated, but he didn't forget to be a translator for everyone.

Young Master Zhi was very satisfied and nodded to Long Mu, this subordinate has a future!

"It's okay." Although she was a little surprised, she didn't take it to heart, there was enough ink, a lot of paper, and she took another one to re-study the ink.

Just as Miao Jiang Immortal Gu was about to order her subordinates to come forward to change the paper and re-study the ink, she suddenly knew that the young master spoke, "Xuanhuang paper, pine smoke and green ink are all precious things, and it would be a pity to abandon them like this!" ”

Hey? The big guy is strange again, what has this rice paper and green ink been made of by you, what else can you do, if you don't throw it away, do you still keep it for the toilet, aren't you afraid of getting tired of a butt of black ash?

"Zhifeng, what do you mean?" King Miao was also a little stunned, this little guy from Da Zhi Country always behaved so unexpectedly.

"Let's see me abandon books and paint!" Zhifeng responded very arrogantly.

The crowd remained skeptical.

I saw Zhifeng raise his hand, shake off the brush of the wolf's silver emblem, step forward, and stretched out his hand, pressing the entire palm of his hand on the richest puddle of ink in the rice paper!

Everyone was speechless, only stupid.

Immediately following Zhifeng's palms flying, he actually used his own hands to press one by one or staggered or side-by-side handprints on the yellow paper.

"The mountains are majestic!" Young Master Zhi was not ashamed, and explained while explaining.

Everyone just watched, and their hearts also cooperated, it turned out that Zhifeng was making a mountain with his fingers and palms, could it be the legendary Five Finger Mountain?

Well, that's fine.

Then the young master knew that his five fingers were like hooks, and he pulled out a few crooked curves of ink on the yellow paper.

"The water is gorgeous!"

Is that okay? The elders of the people have seen it.

It's not over yet, Zhifeng seems to be inspired and his mind is open.

The big guy watched as Young Master Zhi stretched out a black finger, which seemed to be an index finger.

"The first press, a bamboo branch grows on the side of the mountain," Zhifeng began to half-chant and half-chant.

"The second press, the bamboo is raised to the big tree, the third press, the bamboo continues to grow after the rain, and the fourth press, the green bamboo grows into the summer..."

After a dozen presses and dozens of presses, a twisted and crooked bamboo forest finally grew next to the mountain.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes widened, but no one spoke.

Then Zhifeng used his fingernails to make bamboo leaves, used his thumb fingerprints as small fish, followed various explanations, and even dipped his fists in ink and pressed a 'smiley face'.

Finally, in the gasp of everyone's teeth, the young master knew that the masterpiece was completed.

Zhifeng wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said in his heart, Nima, I finally have an explanation for you unscrupulous magnates.

"Hang up!" King Miao was very interested, and ordered his subordinates to find a place to hold up the painting of the young master, and the four servants, in groups of two and two, stacked Arhats, carefully raised the Xuanhuang paper from the left and right.

The true face of Lushan painted by the young master has finally surfaced.

Mountains, which can be called mountains or hills, are a bit of a look.

The water, which can be called a small stream, can also be seen as a flood, and it is still flowing at the foot of the mountain anyway, but it is not known whether it will burst the embankment and flood the unwarranted farm.

Bamboo, chaotic bamboo forest, in addition to being too big, even much taller than the mountains and seas, is the most vivid.

Fish, I can only hehe, okay, it can be regarded as a foreign fish Anyway, Miao Jiang has never seen it.

As for people, if it was really a male smiley face, everyone here could categorically say that he would never find a wife!