At the end of each performance, the singers and maikos on stage will step down from the stage and sit down with the guests.

The guests surrounded the people they liked, and the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, and did everything possible to capture their hearts.

There are those who dance and write, those who are witty, those who are full of angry words, and those who lick dogs. Tell jokes, fight for appearance, show talent, and compare net worth. There is no shortage of smart people with clever ideas. In short, the scene is lively and dazzling.

Yat-sen wanted to get an Oiran from this group of people?

Except for immortal path technicians like musicians, immortal cultivators who pursue the Great Dao are generally rarely proficient in these mortal skills, and they are not good at the taste of mortal interactions.

"Do you want to make a bet? I don't need to use spells to get the favor of the Rainbow Fairy and become her guest of the curtain. ”

Yixian suddenly had an extra folding fan in his hand, smiled slightly, and the corners of his eyes rose, provoking Bai Ye.

Bai Ye couldn't understand where Yat Xian's self-confidence came from, in fact, cultivating as a spell was part of the guests' talent competition, which was often more attractive than poetry and songs.

What else can Yixian rely on if he doesn't rely on spells?

However, the more impossible it seems, the more there is a risk of being slapped in the face, considering Yixian's self-confidence, Bai Ye decisively refused, "I'm not interested, don't gamble." ”

Yixian couldn't help but be anxious when he saw that Bai Ye was not in the trap, how could Bai Ye pretend to be forced if he didn't cooperate, and continued, "If you win, how about I give you a magic weapon?"

Bai Ye didn't expect Yi Xian to fight so hard in order to slap his face, and even the magic weapon was pressed out, although the more this was the case, the more Yi Xian grasped it...... But powerful magic weapons are indeed very tempting.

"What a magic weapon. Bai Ye was a little tempted

"As long as I have what you want, you can choose. "Yixian is generous, he is secretly happy in his heart, the magic spell is endless, he doesn't need any magic weapons at all, so he is naturally barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, it doesn't matter if he picks casually.

"Well, bet you can't. "White Nights Fight.

Although there is a risk of being slapped in the face by the routine, there are also ways to counter the routine and slap the face, and everyone is not afraid of the night by virtue of their ability.

Yixian was in a happy mood when he saw that he was finally in the trap, but he didn't get carried away and didn't give Bai Ye a chance to exploit the loophole, "If I do it, what about you?"

"I will grant you one reasonable request within my ability. Bai Ye was also very generous, thinking in his heart, whether your request is suitable or not is not up to me.

"Okay, refreshing. "Yat-sen is on the rise.

Two guys with evil intentions hammered the game.

At this point, the performance on stage has ended. During the banquet, Yingying Yanyan, men and women, were eating, chatting, drinking, and joking. The guests did their best, and it was the most lively time.

That Caiyun Fairy is indeed a rare beautiful woman, and even better is that she has matured and has not lost her youth, and it is the age when she is sweet and sour and delicious and refreshing, no wonder she is the most popular.

There are not many people gathered around her, but those who dare to compete for this lovely person are obviously very elites. There are so many beautiful girls in the pavilion, and those who know that they don't have that ability don't want to set off others here.

At this time, a son was "dancing ink" in front of Caiyun.

It is the literal meaning, a string of ink dances in the air with the fingers of this child, and the ink in the air sometimes condenses and sometimes spreads, and the shape is perfect.

Then, with a twist of Childe's finger, the ink galloped towards a blank piece of rice paper, and suddenly, a portrait of a girl with colorful clouds had been painted.

"It's so beautiful!" Caiyun cheered happily, she covered her thin lips slightly open, waiting for her eyes to widen, obviously she had never seen such a sight.

Such subtle spell control is not something that ordinary people can do. Bai Ye is estimated to be an immortal cultivator who has traveled in the Immortal Gate.

In addition, his painting skills are also very extraordinary, at least many grades higher than Bai Ye, almost at the level of the calligraphy and painting teacher in the Bunley Academy.

I'm afraid this son is also an extraordinary person.

Bai Ye was very curious about how Yi Xian, who couldn't use spells, could compare to him.

Yixian and Bai Ye walked side by side into the group of people beside Caiyun, and many eyes were attracted.

It's not uncommon for someone to come to see the excitement, but the two people side by side are both sons like jade and dignified, which is a bit eye-catching. Even the clouds that are used to seeing beauties can't help but light up.

"What's the use of all that bells and whistles? Yixian didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, and went straight to the son who had just danced with ink, pointing and mocking.

As soon as these foul words came out, the expressions of the people who had just been attracted by Yixian's appearance darkened, and they were disdainful in their hearts.

The young man of Wumo was not angry, but bowed his hand, and asked modestly and politely, "I am only shallow in my studies, and I am smiling." I don't know what Brother Tai has to say?"

dwarfed by each other, as soon as the words and deeds of the two were compared, the image of Yat-sen immediately fell to the location.

Caiyun also frowned, and suddenly such a troublemaker appeared, and the good mood just now vanished.

"You draw so badly, of course I'm teaching you how to draw. ”

Yat-sen looked around, looking for some pen and ink that could be used. Suddenly looking at a timid onlooker, he detoured behind him and pulled out the pen he had hidden.

"What's the matter? I'm embarrassed to use the pen after being teased by him? What are you afraid of, his kind of thing is also called painting?" Yixian educated the brother who was robbed of the pen, and by the way, he mocked the dancing ink boy.

Bai Ye also found paper inkstone ink and helped Yixian prepare it.

Bai Ye's inexplicable diligence made Yixian scratch his head, took the wrong medicine, is this still the bedbug that always opposes him?

Forget it, no matter what illness Bai Ye committed, it's more important to pretend to be forced.

"No paper. ”

Yat-sen didn't plan to paint again, he moistened the pen, dipped it in ink, and walked towards the painting made by the dancing ink boy, the good inkstone of the white night, beside him.

Wumo Gongzi saw Yixian's posture, he wanted to move his painting, no matter how good his temper was, he couldn't sit still, so he stopped in front of the two, "This painting is for Caiyun, brother Tai should make a new one." ”

Bai Ye slightly stopped in front of Yixian to make a protective gesture. The colored clouds that noticed this detail lit up in front of their eyes.

Seeing that he was pretending to be forced and was stopped by this blind guy, Yixian snorted impatiently:

"Take the appearance from the form and the emotion, focus on the color and gas are not through, and there is no intention of the realm, what is the use of keeping it?"

After saying that, he bypassed the dancing ink boy and continued to walk towards the painting.

Wumo Gongzi was stunned in place, extremely entangled, and wanted to stop him, looking at Yixian's back and raising his hand, but finally gave up. smiled bitterly in my heart, I really met a master. The two sentences of Yixian just now were extremely ruthless, pointing directly to the flaws of his painting, and he was speechless.

But...... How can there be a perfect painting in this world, his painting is already very good, how can it be said that it is useless......

Bai Ye was also shocked, although he didn't understand it very well, but seeing that this son was stunned by two sentences, he didn't know how much he knew.

A few people were stunned, Yixian had already swiped his pen and ink, and his every move was really a bit of an immortal style who was indifferent and turned into heaven and earth.

After a while, Yixian put away the pen and let everyone look away. There was silence all around, and the people who used it were stunned by the painting in front of them.

The person in the painting, commensurate with the thin clouds and colorful clothes, is just a static posture, but he is infinitely radiant and wants to dance, as if he is about to jump out of the paper.

If the original painting was a person, the changed painting of Yat-sen has become a dance, a beautiful artistic conception!