Chen Yi held 2B in his hand and quickly drew the outline on the paper.

The technique used is sketching, which is the basis of all painting, but unfortunately this thing was invented by Westerners.

2B waved briskly, and soon depicted the basic outline of the cloud fairy.

Then use colored pencils, in order to save time, Chen Yi chooses the fastest and most technical content, using sketching techniques, colored pencils as tools, and quickly coloring and depicting.

Because the color of the colored pencil is fixed, in order to present a satisfactory effect, it is necessary to constantly change the colored pencil of various colors.

Not only that, when writing, the priorities must be calculated in advance, and a perfect pattern can be fully presented in the heart.

So, on the high platform of the drunken incense building, Chen Yi's hands kept flying, and the dazzling techniques made everyone present dumbfounded.

"This kind of painting technique is unheard of......"

"No, there are still some of the techniques we used to paint, but they are more skilled than my two brothers!"

"What I wonder is, why does the pen in the hand of His Royal Highness King Wu have so many colors?"

Everyone was amazed that there were more than 100 pens with different colors, and the nibs were hard and slender.

After hearing this, the corners of Chen Yi's mouth curled up and smiled evilly, and he felt a little proud in his heart: You turtles, have you seen it this time?

Colored pencil painting is simple, but the technique is very demanding, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, and the colored pencils of different colors are stacked on the drawing paper to create layers of color waves.

As time passed, the crowd was completely stunned.

Thinking about what Chen Yi said before, moving the cloud fairy to the paper is really not bragging!

The white clothes are dustless, the smart eyes are full of affection, the jade fingers naturally hang down on the group, and the pretty face covered by the veil gives people infinite reverie.

"Do you still need to put the king's seal here?"

After Chen Yi finished painting, he turned his head and asked the eldest grandson Wuji, who didn't know what to run out.

"Then don't do it, it's going to be given to my brother anyway!" The eldest grandson smiled shamelessly and was about to step forward to grab it.

Chen Yi waved his hand to block: "Fatty, do you really want it?"

"That's necessary, what about the fairy's people, to my brother, to my brother, how is it?"

Chen Yi pursed his lips and said, "It's really not good!"

After speaking, he ignored the eldest grandson Wuji, took down the fairy picture completed on the drawing board, and walked straight to the cloud fairy.

"Fairy, are you satisfied with this king's work?"

Yun Xianzi took the white paper in Chen Yi's hand, and her eyes were round with beautiful eyes: "This ...... This...... How can this be explained by 'satisfaction'?"

Obviously, the cloud fairy was stunned by the painting in his hand.

"Please accept me as an apprentice to His Royal Highness King Wu!"

"My two brothers are also willing to worship under the Martial King's door!"

"This painting was born, the old man was willing to bow down, and asked King Wu to accept the old man as an apprentice!"

Chen Yi was depressed in his heart, and looked at these people who fell to the ground, one didn't know, two brothers from the old Yan family, and an old man with a snow-white beard.

"This king is only an amateur, so let's find a professional!"

A few people, look at me, I'll look at you, what the fuck are amateurs?

When they turned their heads and asked again, where was Chen Yi's figure, and there was another person who disappeared on the high platform, that is, Yun Xianzi......

"What about people?"

"What the hell are you asking me?

"Fatty, where is His Royal Highness King Wu?"

The eldest grandson Wuji is depressed, grandma is a bear, and the king of martial arts shouts Lao Tzu and the fat man, even if you shout too?

"Fuck off, Lao Tzu is also a fourth-grade master, what kind of thing are you!"

After the eldest grandson Wuji finished speaking, he returned to the Lotus Hall with a grudge, where did he have the heart to follow these people.

Not long after, Princess Pingyang appeared!

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, since Fairy Yun has chosen His Royal Highness the Martial King, then the palace can only regretfully say that you are out of play!"

Everyone thought that Princess Pingyang came out to explain something, but it turned out to be ridicule and ridicule.

"However, this drunken fragrance building is not only Yun'er a fairy, you should have fun, don't make trouble if you don't play, this is the drunken fragrance building!" Princess Pingyang was charming, but there was also a faint threat between her words.

"If the moon is full, the old man won't leave, what about you?" Xiao Yu asked his friends with a smile.

"Grandpa Guo has a pair of good waists, how can we compare, or go home!"

The eldest grandson Wuji depressedly returned to the Lotus Hall and couldn't figure it out, Qing'er in his left hand and Bi'er in his right hand, rolled directly onto the big bed, where to talk about going home.

The lights of Zuixianglou are still bright, but I don't know that Chen Yi is in dire straits at the moment.

Fourth floor, Xianyun Pavilion!

"Fairy, let's not take it off....... This king is small, this king is really small!" Chen Yi looked at Yun Xianzi nervously, how could this fucking feel like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?

Yun Xianzi took off her veil, and her pretty melon seed face with a blush in her tender white was full of charm, and her thin red lips were lightly opened, revealing her snow-white teeth.

The long white neck is already crimson, which is obviously emotional!

"Whether it's big or small, Yun'er will see it herself!" Yun Xianzi exhaled like an orchid, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

Chen Yi is so anxious in his heart, his small is not that small, but young, his grandmother is a bear, he is only three years old, if it is broken today, what should I do if my little brother does not grow up in the future?

"Fairy, why don't we drink some wine, talk about poetry, or do something?" Chen Yi smiled awkwardly.

Yun Xianzi's beautiful eyes were full of love, and she stepped forward and grabbed Chen Yi's hands: "Yun'er finally made up her mind, can the son bear to refuse?"

"Refusal?" Chen Yi was stunned, because he was shamelessly hard.

"Fairy, where are you from?"

Chen Yi hurriedly found an excuse and diverted the topic.

"If Childe wants to know, can Yun'er tell you slowly for a while?" Yun Xianzi's beautiful eyes were confused, and her jade fingers gently swept over Chen Yi's back, and she actually took the initiative to start.

Chen Yi wants to cry without tears!

"Could it be that Lao Tzu is about to be forced?"

"Resolutely no, resolutely no......"

Chen Yi shook his mind and wanted to get out of the arms of Yun Fairy, but he felt a little trance.

"Childe, Yun'er is waiting for you......"

A crisp voice slowly spit out, Chen Yi felt that he was really going to be finished, and he couldn't control his body a little.

"Come on, come on......"

Chen Yi's body followed the voice of Yun Fairy and walked towards the couch step by step.

The blurry eyes were immersed in it with the most primitive desire, and Chen Yi was about to take off his clothes.

That's it!

There was a sudden playful ridicule in the room: "Sister, do you really know how to play?"