Fan Gudao was shocked that Li Mang was able to cultivate in such a short period of time, but when he accepted it, he then taught him some of his insights on cultivating the Xuanwu True Scripture, and did not hide it. These are very important to Li Mang, at least they can make him take fewer detours in the future, and his cultivation will be smoother, which will benefit him a lot.

Back at Qingzhuyuan, it was already late at night, but what surprised him was that there were people in front of the stone table in the courtyard.

This is a young man in his twenties, dressed plainly, with long hair, like a poor scholar in ancient times. He was holding a peculiar pen in his hand, and a piece of rice paper was spread on the stone table, and he was staring blankly at the green bamboo forest in front of him.

Li Mang frowned, walked over without a sound, and looked at the drawing paper, but his eyes flashed with amazement.

The paper depicts green bamboo, which is still lifelike despite being a single ink color, and the slender bamboo leaves on the branches seem to peek out to the outside world. The black portrait also gives Li Mang an illusion from nature...... No, it's not an illusion, it's a real feeling.

There is an air of nature in the painting...... Li Mang was shocked, and at the same time, his brain flashed, and he probably knew the identity of this person, and he couldn't help but praise at the moment: "Good painting, worthy of being one of the immortal emperors!" The god is the snow god, the emperor is the thunder emperor, and the immortal is the pen immortal, if I guess correctly, your Excellency is the pen fairy Shudai, right? ”

The plain-clothed scholar, that is, the pen in Shu Dai's hand, finally woke up from his daze, turned around and said, "I need a courtyard." ”

"......" was very direct, so direct that Li Mang couldn't react a little, and only asked with a smile after a while: "Do I have to give it?" ”

"......" Shu Dai was stunned for a moment before he said: "Whatever you want, if you don't give it, I won't rob it." ”

"But I didn't say no." Li Mang was the way, he found that the coldness of the different snow gods was also different from the arrogance of the Thunder Emperor. This Xianshudai has some natural Derpy, woody.

"What do you want?" Shu Dai frowned and asked.

"The calligraphy and paintings of the pen fairy are famous far and wide, and if you can find a collection, it must be a priceless treasure." Li Mang said with a smile. The Snow God Thunder Emperor has already given it, and the pen fairy wants one, he has no reason not to give it, but he is not happy to send it easily, and it is also safe to ask for a calligraphy and painting.

Shu Dai is actually not a famous calligrapher and painter, but not because his calligraphy and painting are not good, but because he does not sell. The finished product is either collected by itself or destroyed, and the character is extreme.

Shu Dai's calligraphy and paintings are absolutely priceless, if you can get it, you can have hundreds of millions of dollars if you take it to the Tianbao Chamber of Commerce for auction. Or even more, a set of courtyards for a painting. Li Mang is not a loss.

Shu Dai frowned in front of Li Mang when he heard this. He didn't like his calligraphy and paintings to end up in the hands of vulgar people, which is why he never sold his paintings.

But this set of courtyards is also bound for him. Shu Dai has a grandmother in the world, who is the only relative who raised him as an adult, although he often gets some good things back to let his grandmother nourish her body, but grandma is already old, and an environment with sufficient aura can make her live a longer life. It was necessary, and that was why he waited all night.

"That'...... Here you go! Shu Dai impatiently handed Li Mang the bamboo painting on the stone table, but he didn't fold half of it, he is a person who loves his calligraphy and painting. Either protect it well, or destroy it outright.

"I don't want this one, a bamboo painting that is not a famous artist, even if it is painted well, it is not of much value." Li Mang didn't take it.

“…… Swish! The huge brush in Shu Dai's hand drew directly on the drawing paper, and with a bang, the painting was immediately shredded. Not two pieces, but countless small pieces, each of which had neat and sharp cuts.

It's a clumsy dismount, and he's venting his frustration.

"What do you want me to draw!" Shu Dai asked angrily.

"......" Li Mang was stunned, not frightened, but really didn't expect the famous pen fairy to be so upright, joy, anger and sorrow were all expressed on his face, dumbfounded, a little simple, Li Mang once felt that he was wrong to do this, very unscrupulous.

However, thinking that he wanted to honor the courtyard of the three great gods, Li Mang's guilt disappeared, and he simply continued to be unscrupulous: "Throughout the history of the world, the most valuable portrait is naturally the portrait of a woman, if you can, I hope it can be a nude female picture, this kind of work is undoubtedly the highest value, and it is more collectible." ”

"You...... Shame on you! Shu Dai's eyes were red, and his eyes widened and glared at Li Mang, this bastard actually asked him to draw naked... Female figure, it's ...... It's shameless, too deceitful, it's a scum, how could he paint that kind of obscene thing, Shu Dai was so angry that his body trembled, and he couldn't wait to tear this person apart with the brush in his hand.

"Good, good, don't be naked. Female figures, beauty pictures, beauty pictures are always okay, right? Don't tell me you don't even know this? Li Mang didn't dare to provoke this person, and when he saw that he reacted violently, he hurriedly compromised and lowered his requirements by one level. There is no female picture, and the beauty picture is not bad.

"Humph! How to draw without beauty? Who do I draw? Shu Dai didn't reject this, but he was still dissatisfied, so he didn't give Li Mang any good looks.

"How can there be no beauty, although there are few women in Yanhuang Compound, there are some...... That's right, just draw the snow god! Li Mang had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he made up his mind undeniably. The beauty of the snow god, when it is the first in Yan Huang, is worshiped as a goddess by countless males, if the snow god is painted down through the pen of the pen fairy, this is not only a priceless treasure, but even can become a masterpiece of the world, it is also a good story.

“…… Snow God? Shu Dai was stunned and stunned, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Can you change it?" Shu Dai asked with a strange face.

Li Mang was already determined to ask Shu Dai to paint the ice-like woman, and asked Shu Dai unhappily: "Bixian, don't tell me you can't paint?" Bare. I've given up on the female picture.,It's not too much to ask for a picture of the snow god, right? ”

"No, it's just...... I ......" Shu Dai pondered for a long time, but he couldn't say why, but his face turned red, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "I paint!" ”

Shu Dai carried a basket with good rice paper on it, and he carefully took out one and spread it on the stone platform. He took a deep breath first, holding the pen in his right hand, but he didn't move the pen quickly, but looked ahead with empty eyes, and the dull, yellow light stretched his figure very long.

Li Mang knew that he was recalling the image of the snow god.

Li Mang was also very much looking forward to this masterpiece that would become a beautiful painting, so he stood quietly behind without saying a word, he was afraid that he would interfere with Shu Dai

(To be continued......)