Chapter 252: The Old Man with a Gourd on His Waist

The man got up, staggered along, left his banquet, and then came to the screen. Ignoring the crowd present, everyone picked up a row of brushes of different sizes on the forehead next to the screen, and stroked them in the paint tray casually. Then I saw this person casually holding a brush and drawing casually on the screen, one stroke at a time, and after a few strokes, he made a left and a right /

Everyone looked at it, and they couldn't tell what this person was drawing at all, but there was a feeling that this person had drunk too much and scribbled casually. Lin Ziyu also looked at this person curiously, while Pan Long wrinkled his nose, and then his eyes lit up, staring at the painted wine gourd with a little greed.

Lin Ziyu, who was originally curious to look at the painting, suddenly found that the coiled dragon beside him looked like a demented forehead, and Lin Ziyu couldn't help asking.

"Panlong, what's wrong with you, you won't fall in love with an old man, haha. Lin Ziyu smiled a little stunned, making Panlong's face black for a while.

"Hehe, brother, don't be joking, don't you know, the wine in the wine gourd on this old man's body is definitely a peerless wine, from such a distance, I can ask about the aroma of wine, I really want to taste a glass and take a look." Panlong said with a dark face, but when he mentioned drinking, he looked intoxicated again.

It's really hard to imagine how thunderous a stout man looks like he is obsessed and intoxicated. At least Lin Ziyu looked at it with some spicy eyes, but after hearing Pan Long's words, Lin Ziyu still looked at the other party's wine gourd. It doesn't matter if you look at it, this seemingly ordinary gourd actually hides a pure aura floating, if it weren't for Lin Ziyu's Tianyantong, who had just reached the point of Xiaocheng, he might not have noticed it.

"It's such a pure aura, this person doesn't seem to have a very high cultivation, it's really strange that he actually has such a pure aura wine jug. Lin Ziyu muttered quietly, and the coiling dragon spirit on the side was all focused on the other party's wine gourd, and he didn't pay attention to what Lin Ziyu said.

After a while, the old man with a wine gourd hanging on his waist gradually drew his feelings, and the more he painted, the happier he became. However, the whole painting is just a mess of paint, and the whole thing feels like one paint rubbing another paint, not like a painting at all. It's like a child scribbling with a brush.

Watching him paint like this, it was a bit insulting to this cherished feather screen, which is a rare material. However, on this occasion, it is not good to dismantle other people's platforms, which is too faceless. Although this person is dressed very ordinarily, even a little sloppy, pinned with a wine gourd, like a charlatan. But the one who can participate in the banquet is not a person with some ability, so no one with a discerning eye dares to provoke casually.

But there were a lot of unclear people present, such as the Taiyin Sect. Seeing that the old man of the gourd was still scribbling, a disciple of the Taiyin Sect was finally bored, got up and walked towards the screen on the other side. As for others, because they were surprised by this person's performance at first, and later found that there was really no comparison with the other party, and it was simply to discredit themselves when they went, so no one went up.

Now that everyone saw that the disciples of the Taiyin Sect had actually gone up, they all began to look at it with great interest, there was no way, this gourd old man really didn't draw anything good, it was just a mess.

When the disciple of the Taiyin Sect passed behind the old man of the gourd, he couldn't help but sneer, and his voice was quite loud, and everyone listened to it really brightly. "Just dare to come up and be embarrassed, today, let you see and see, how is the painting skill of our Taiyin Sect, let you open your eyes!"

The disciples of the Taiyin Sect have always had an arrogant attitude in a very principled manner, but after these words came out, everyone looked at the painting that the old man of the gourd was still scratching, and they really couldn't say anything to justify, and they were really a little powerless about this painting. But the old man didn't pay attention to it, and continued to draw on his own, as if he had fun drawing from it.

Everyone laughed at the things drawn by the old man of the gourd in their hearts, and they all began to look at the movements of the disciple of the Taiyin Sect, and at a glance, everyone nodded again and again. Although the reputation of the Taiyin Sect is very poor, this disciple who came on the field really has some skills, just look at his pen like flowing water, delicately painting bit by bit on the feather screen, a delicate flower, has drawn a rough outline.

"This disciple of the Taiyin Sect, this painting skill is really good, this brush, this embellishment, are very exquisite. Everyone at the banquet began to whisper.

"Yes, especially with that sloppy ghost on the side, it's just deliberately highlighting this painting, it can't be this old man's intention, it really gives the Taiyin Sect enough face." A man on the side spoke his opinion.

Everyone, you say a word, and there is no discomfort in saying that this disciple of the Taiyin Sect is powerful. This made Elder Poison very happy to listen to, and today can be regarded as a good face for the Taiyin Sect. The people of the Taiyin Sect are all notorious on weekdays, when have they ever had this kind of praise, although they disdain, but it is quite comfortable to listen to.

Qi Qi on the side also looked at the disciple who was painting with a smile, this person's painting skills are the strongest in the Taiyin Sect, although the sect has never counted these, but for these things that are out of the door, she, the elder granddaughter, has studied it very well, and she has praised this disciple's painting skills.

However, even if the whole audience is optimistic about the disciple of the Taiyin Sect, there are still a few exceptions, in addition to those who are particularly hostile to the Taiyin Sect, there are also the saints of the Yu clan, Yu Rou, Lin Ziyu, and Yu Baisheng, the patriarch of the Yu clan.

Yu Baisheng looked straight at the old man who was scribbling at this time. He knew this old man, but he didn't expect this old man to be willing to come as a guest this time, every time he prepared a banquet and sent an invitation post, this person never came. I didn't expect to come this time, and I didn't find out all the time.

"I didn't expect it, this old-timer is actually here, Rou'er and Xin'er, when everyone goes to make friends with each other, you go to visit the old man first. Yu Baisheng said in a serious tone.

Yu Rou and Yu Xin looked at their father with some doubts, but after seeing his serious expression, they both nodded, Yu Baisheng is the patriarch, plus their father, naturally has his arrangement.

In this way, after the disciple of the Taiyin Sect finished painting a flower completely, the old man with a gourd on his waist finally stopped scribbling and put down the brush in his hand. After the people of the Taiyin Sect saw it, they didn't bother to continue painting, the victory or defeat was obvious, how could one of their own flowers be stronger than the scribbling of this person's entire screen.

Only Lin Ziyu, who quietly showed a little expectation, looked at the old man's painting. Lin Ziyu has already observed it very carefully, this old man with a wine gourd, every time he puts pen to paper, there is a certain pattern, and there seems to be some kind of meaning in it, which makes Lin Ziyu more and more surprised. Now he really wanted to know what this old man was drawing, and Lin Ziyu was sure that this person was definitely not scribbling and playing.