Fengmanlou is the most popular green building in Mobei City, and it is also the most famous green building in the Baisheng Dynasty.

Dynasty 3,000 cities, Fengman 3,000 floors, no matter where it is, Fengmanlou is the best local green building, the girl in the building is beautiful and fragrant, outstanding talent, but also gentle and considerate and empathetic, it is a wonderful dream that makes countless men yearn for and die drunk.

And the boss behind the building of Fengmanlou into the largest chain of Qinglou in the dynasty is said to be a woman.

Therefore, Fengmanlou is different from ordinary Qinglou, the girls in the building can not only sell themselves, but also sell their arts, and they can also be lewd and clear.

As a human being in two lives, it was the first time for Lin Tianyang to step into such a place, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous, but all that flashed in his mind were pictures of countless beautiful postures, and his heart was agitated and difficult to calm.

Looking at the middle-aged man who brought him here, he only felt that the middle-aged man's figure had become majestic and upright, and his whole body was full of divine brilliance.

"Old driver, take me flying!" Lin Tianyang's eyes unabashedly revealed eagerness.

The middle-aged man sat down, hugged Zhu'er to his lap, and said with a joke in his eyes: "Boy, are you satisfied with this place?"

"Senior, what are you bringing me here for?" Lin Tianyang asked nervously with anticipation in his heart.

Zhu'er, who has been in the red dust for a long time, saw the deep desire hidden in his eyes at a glance, and her eyes were like waves: "Little boy, there are many things that can be done here, let the slave family teach you how?"

"Hehe, this kid is still a chick, if it really falls into the hands of your little goblin, I'm afraid that I won't be skinny and skinny?" The middle-aged man gently pinched her waist, making Zhu'er laugh and tremble.

Lin Tianyang wanted to tell him loudly: "Let her come! I'm not afraid!"

"Boy, you don't have to think too beautifully, I brought you here just because I live here, and it's easier for you to help me do things. ”

The middle-aged man's words shattered his beautiful illusions, and said meaningfully: "When you finish that little pepper, it's not too late to come here to learn art again." ”

Lin Tianyang knew that he was talking about Wang Yuyan, his head sobered up, and he said helplessly: "Senior, then what do you want me to do for you?"

The middle-aged man gradually restrained his smile and patted Zhu'er's back gently, Zhu'er understood, got up and half-squatted to salute, and swayed his plump buttocks and exited the room.

"I want you to help me draw a portrait," the middle-aged man gradually retracted his smile, and a strong sentimentality could be seen in the deepest part of his eyes: "A portrait of a woman." ”

Lin Tianyang was stunned for a moment, a martial god arrested him here in the middle of the night just to paint a portrait?

Thinking of the joint attack of the three elders of Meiyuan before, and thinking of his panicked mental journey before, Lin Tianyang only felt that his scalp was a little numb: "Can the martial god be so willful?"

He said helplessly: "Senior, you can say no to such a trivial matter earlier, why make it so thrilling?"

The middle-aged man glared at him and said, "I can say it whenever I want, can you control it?"

Lin Tianyang was speechless for a moment, this martial god is really quite capricious!

"I want you to paint this woman, long hair fluttering, black and beautiful, born with a perfect goose egg face, slightly pointed chin, white skin than snow, full and round forehead, one more point is big, one point less is small, born a pair of willow eyebrows, Dai is like a green mountain, the eyes are gentle and smart, and the bridge of the nose is straight......"

The middle-aged man seemed to be caught in a deep memory, his eyes were sentimental, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he described the appearance of the woman in his mind softly.

"Senior, wait a minute. Lin Tianyang had the courage to interrupt him and said, "Where is that woman, you can just bring her to me to take a look, there is no need to go into details." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and glared at him again with anger in his eyes: "If I can find someone, what do I need her portrait painting for!"

"This ......"

What the other party said was very reasonable, Lin Tianyang was speechless for a moment, and said tentatively: "Then is there a portrait of her for me to see?"

"I want to have a portrait of her, and I need you to paint another one, what are you going to do!" the middle-aged man's eyes were even more angry.

What the other party said made more sense, Lin Tianyang could only smile and nod, his heart full of helplessness.

Drawing a portrait is as simple as taking a picture for him, but whether he is a painter or a photographer, he must at least know what the subject looks like in order to draw it.

"If that's the case, it's not easy, but I don't know what happened to that girl, and I can't write about it. Lin Tianyang told the truth.

"If it's easy, do I need to travel thousands of miles to find artists all over the continent?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "I have seen the picture of Zhong Kui catching ghosts drawn by you, and his painting skills are strange, no less than some famous masters, so I want to try it with you." ”

Lin Tianyang suddenly realized, it turned out that the middle-aged man only came when he saw his performance at the Plum Garden Painting Meeting, and at the same time he was a little surprised, how important should this woman be in his heart to let a martial god work tirelessly to run all over the Tianyan Continent?

However, in such a clueless situation, so many painters on the whole continent could not paint portraits that satisfied him, and he was not sure.

"Promise him. ”

Wu Daozi, who was in the sea of knowledge, suddenly spoke.

Lin Tianyang was slightly stunned, and said silently in his heart: "How can I promise him in this case? He is a martial god, if he doesn't paint well and provokes him to anger, then can I still live?"

"Rest assured, he's not that ruthless. Wu Daozi seemed to be very sure.

Lin Tianyang reacted and asked, "Do you know him?"

"His name is Guan Yunshan, and he is Guan Yunchang's younger brother. Wu Daozi pointed out the identity of the middle-aged man.

"Guan Yunshan?Guan Yunchang?" Lin Tianyang was slightly stunned, feeling a little familiar: "I seem to have heard Guan Yunchang's name......

Wu Daozi's voice was a little dissatisfied: "Don't you know that Guan Yunchang, the Red Tiger Martial Saint who is famous in the Tianyan Continent?"

"Martial Saint Guan Yunchang!"

Lin Tianyang finally reacted, isn't Guan Yunchang the martial saint Guan Yu Guan Yunchang who was brave and loyal in his previous life, and was popular in the hearts of countless men!

"I can't think of the Tianyan Continent, the Martial Saint is still the Martial Saint," Lin Tianyang secretly sighed at the magic of fate, shaking his head and sighing: "This is not your uncle or your uncle, but your second brother or your second brother......"

In the face of Guan Yunchang, an acquaintance, Lin Tianyang thought for a moment and said, "Senior Guan, I can give it a try." ”

The middle-aged man was immersed in the memories, gloomy and sad, and was a little surprised when he heard him agree: "Are you sure?"

Lin Tianyang shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, but it's okay to give it a try." ”

He was not talking in vain, but Wu Daozi's sudden opening reminded him of a conversation between the two: "The emperor said that the dream is a ghost, of course, the uglier the more similar, as long as the painting is ugly enough, even if it is not like in the eyes of the emperor, it will naturally look like it." ”

Wu Daozi painted Zhong Kui, the uglier the more similar, the middle-aged man wants to paint a woman who is haunted by dreams, and the woman who can make the martial god think about it is naturally more beautiful and more like.

Lin Tianyang quietly browsed the photos of those great women in the gallery, and gradually became a little sure in his heart.

It's just that I don't know if Guan Yunshan knew that Lin Tianyang used those great women as templates to depict the goddess of his dreams that he missed so much, would he directly cut Lin Tianyang into eighteen pieces?

"Okay, you have a bit of guts!" Guan Yunshan stood up, his eyes brightened: "I'm not a stingy person, if your portrait can satisfy me, I will never treat you badly!"

He took a scroll from the bookshelf in the room and spread it out directly in front of Lin Tianyang.

This is a long scroll of painting, the paper is yellowed, it looks very old, the fine ink is slowly displayed, and Lin Tianyang's eyes are getting bigger and bigger.

"'Hetian' level painting detected, scanning ......"

"Scan Completed ......"

"Heaven-level paintings have been detected, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are ......"

"Copying a painting requires a telekinesis value of 9,999 points......"

"Improving the painting requires a mental power cost of 99,999 points......"

"The host's current telekinesis is insufficient, and it cannot be replicated or improved. ”

The prompt sound of the Heavenly Sage Illustrated Book flashed, and the cold sweat on Lin Tianyang's forehead couldn't help seeping, and he was shocked: "Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, it will actually be a thousand miles of rivers and mountains!"