The Soul Saint was killed in an instant, and the other soul masters were instantly silent, not even daring to make a sound, and the few people who were blown up in blood by the Soul Saint who couldn't control their mouths didn't even dare to wipe the blood stains on their bodies.

"Tsk! That's what I said, I still honestly wrote "Will Enter the Wine".... Let's do it! Wang Rongrong suddenly paused.

"Why is your expression so stiff?" Shen Nan asked with a playful smile: "Could it be that the Chinese class was taught by the physical education teacher, right?" ”

The corners of Wang Rongrong's mouth twitched: "It was our Chinese teacher who was taught by the physical education teacher." ”

“....”

"You just ask on the street, who the fuck remembers all that stuff. Even if you remember it, it's just the most classic sentence. Wang Rongrong rubbed his stiff expression and looked depressed.

"A pretext for scum." Shen Nan glanced at him with disdain: "I'll tell you, you will write it." ”

"Okay!" Wang Rongrong took out his pen and ink.

The others watched the two people silently, completely reduced to the audience, just watching, if you see the highlights, just shout 666.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. ”

Shen Nan chanted poetry loudly, Wang Rongrong splashed ink, and when he wrote this sentence, Wang Rongrong also laughed and chanted, full of confidence and freedom between the lines. Although he can't remember the whole poem, he still has an image of this famous sentence through the ages.

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink.

Mo Tingting, Pu Qiongyao, will enter the wine, don't stop the glass. ”

When Shen Nan chanted the poem here, Wang Rongrong suddenly stopped his pen and ink, frowned and looked at Shen Nan suspiciously: "Why do I think something is wrong?" Did you make a mistake? ”

Shen Nan glanced at him calmly. "And what are you saying is right?"

Wang Rongrong choked suddenly, and thought hard for a while to no avail, so he had to ask how to write the two names and continue to wave.

However, he was soon attracted by the words 'will toast, and the cup will not stop', and he patted his head and suddenly said: "I see, I didn't think that 'the cup will not stop' come from here, no wonder we want to write this poem silently." ”

Shen Nan saw that he did not pursue it, and continued to chant poetry.

"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me,

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, Long Zu feasted the world, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Long Lin Horse, Phoenix Fox Qiu, Hu Nu will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

Wang Rongrong's brows sometimes stretched and sometimes wrinkled, he always felt that there was something wrong with this poem, but he didn't know what was wrong, Shen Nan Xueba was so confident, but the cup of Mo stopped the black shadow and didn't make a sound, which was a tacit acquiescence, and he couldn't think of a reason for scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Your sister! Writing a poem made me very unpleasant! Wang Rongrong finally stopped writing, looking depressed, knowing the source of depression but unable to solve it.

"Don't care!" Shen Nan spoke lightly.

"Although I don't understand the meaning of this poem, it sounds pretty good, and the word is also very good!" Zao Wou-Ki couldn't help but speak: "I didn't expect the text to be written like this, it's amazing!" ”

"Yes! I heard that there used to be a Title Douluo who used pen and paper, and the martial soul fusion skills of the two of them could even achieve the level of writing and flowers, and the words followed the law! ”

"This poem is also very good!"

This group of powerful soul masters who will be respected wherever they go has really been reduced to a melon-eating crowd shouting 666 on the side. Of course, they only dare to say good things, otherwise you are afraid of the Nine Clans!

Wang Rongrong was a little fluttering when he heard this, and smiled modestly: "There is still progress to be made, strive for better." ”

"Who gave you the face?" Shen Nan found that Wang Ba was shameless and no worse than him. Although this word does have everyone's wind, it is at most in one realm, not in the second realm.

At this time, the voice of the black shadow woman gave an indifferent evaluation. "The font is awe-inspiring, and the artistic conception is acceptable! Clearance. ”

Receiving the affirmation of the black shadow woman, Wang Rongrong glanced at Shen Nan even more proudly. "Your memory can't compare to you, but you have to take it when you write!"

"Heh-he-he-he! How many taels can it be sold for? Shen Nan smiled disdainfully, and pointed to a picture scroll that was still blocking the way: "This road has not been opened." ”

"Both of them can pass a level!" The voice of the black shadow woman did not continue to come out, but new words appeared on a picture scroll, and the "Will Toast" written by Wang Rongrong before had disappeared.

Wang Rongrong immediately couldn't laugh, and asked with some worry: "I said neurotic, don't hold me back!" Do you know how to draw? ”

"I can draw the effect of Maleonn, believe it or not?"

"Huh! Unbelief! Wang Rongrong only confided in four words, and he clearly expressed his meaning.

"Pride blinds you, and poverty limits your imagination." Shen Nan's mood is still not high, but if he can't escape what he has to do, he must make it perfect. "You have been learning calligraphy in Douluo Continent for more than six years! I studied qin, chess, calligraphy and painting in another place for two years. Let's take a look at the difference between the results obtained by the two years of studying God and the six years of studying scum! ”

"I watched you pretend!"

The words on a picture scroll change again.

"Draw an image of any person here, and it looks like a god, and more than ninety percent of them can pass the test."

"I know that! Isn't it just a personal drawing? Zao Wou-Ki touched his chin and smiled: "If I don't sacrifice it, just draw me!" ”

"Drawing is more time-consuming than writing, shouldn't we all starve to death when you're done?"

Shen Nan was indifferent to Wang Rongrong's ridicule of Zao Wou-Ki's self-recommendation and the comments of others, and after understanding the question, he closed his eyes and fell into the choice.

Painting should not be in a hurry, first of all, you must decide what to draw, have an overall positioning, and then determine the size and shape on the drawing paper, it is best to type a draft and then deal with the subtleties, and finally color.

This is the correct painting process, but all this is done in Shen Nan's humane brain, he only needs to 'imprint' the final image in his mind on this paper scroll.

That's eight minutes to close your eyes!

What could have been done in a matter of seconds, he wasted time on the first step of decision-making, and the original idea seemed to be quickly replaced by a new idea.

Suddenly, he was shaken and made up his mind to paint something.

"Anyway, what are you going to paint without paint? Ink painting? Wang Rongrong handed over a new brush. He only had a brush to practice calligraphy, not a paintbrush.

"What's the use of coming! Let you open your eyes today, what is the right hand of God, take out all your ink! ”