“…… What do you think? ”

Wuchen finished the last stroke, his eyes flashed, and he asked meaningfully.

"Huh?? What the?? ”

Just after admiring the 'beautiful scenery' in front of him, Nangong Xuehai was a little dazed for a while.

"What do you think of my paintings?"

Wuchen turned his head slowly, and his thin lips actually contained a hint of teasing smile.

The distance between the two was a little too close, especially the face.

Plus,

The faint and elegant bamboo fragrance on Wuchen's body intermittently penetrated into her nose.

"Ahem......"

Nangong Xuehai calmed down, coughed unnaturally twice, stepped back slightly, and smiled,

"Green bamboo, white snow, red plum, three colors, three scenes, reflect each other, set off each other, very beautiful, but ......"

"But what??"

Wuchen raised his graceful chin and asked with interest.

Oh my damn, don't bring such a temptation!!

"Hehe......"

Nangong Xuehai's black pupils shrank suddenly, his breathing staggered suddenly, his heart jumped suddenly, and his feet moved back without a trace.

"Beauty is beautiful, but I always feel, I always feel...... What's missing?? ”

"Oh??"

Wuchen raised his eyebrows like distant mountains,

"Let's talk about ......"

Hehe, interesting.

He'd been painting like this for thousands of years, and he never felt that anything was missing, but he wanted to hear what she had to say.

"Hmmm......"

Nangong Xuehai stared at the scroll with unblinking eyes, touched his chin with one hand and thought silently for a moment, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly realized,

"Oh, I know, it's missing...... Popularity, yes, is popularity. ”

"Popularity??"

What's that thing??

The dustless and deep eyes crossed a trace of confusion and incomprehension.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Nangong Xuehai's mouth curled, and he secretly felt proud in his heart, it turned out that Elder Wuchen also didn't understand, it was not easy, it was really not easy!!

"Well, what about popularity, in short, it's pyrotechnics......"

"Pyrotechnics??"

Wuchen's brow furrowed.

Nangong Xuehai saw that Wuchen still had a look of incomprehension, sighed, and simply explained straightforwardly,

"I mean, you are too otherworldly, too isolated, too unearthly, you are like a cloud floating in the sky, you can see it, but you can't touch it, you are like a snow lotus on the top of the snowy region, cold and unattainable, your paintings are like your people, giving people the feeling, although they are very beautiful, but they are very cold, very lonely, very lonely......"

"Of course, the above is just my personal opinion, if there is anything that offends you, please be able to understand it or two."

After saying a long sentence without panting, she glanced at him cautiously.

After listening to Nangong Xuehai's opinion, Wuchen looked at the bamboo forest swaying in the wind outside the window and was silent for a long time.

He didn't speak, she had finished what she should have said, and at this moment, she didn't know what else to say, so she could only bury her head and be silent with him.

Minutes and seconds passed......

It wasn't until Nangong Xuehai felt a little furious in his heart and wanted to say goodbye that Wuchen finally spoke,

"Perhaps, you have a point."

"Huh?? Oh...... The disciple just said it casually, you don't have to pay too much attention to it, hehehehe......"

Nangong Xuehai was stunned, scratched her head embarrassedly, and sneered.

"Sea of snow??"

"Huh??"

"What do you think...... How do I change this painting to make it ...... Popular?? ”

Wuchen smiled faintly, and suddenly turned against the army and threw a question at her.

"This ...... The disciples don't know. ”

Nangong Xuehai pursed her red lips, looking embarrassed.