At night, Ma Sanbao returned to Taoyuan.

Easel, pencil, oil paint, paperweight, rice paper......

Huang Xiaoyu only needed pencil and paper, but he bought everything he could.

Under the old peach tree, the moonlight was cold, the easel was straightened, and Huang Xiaoyu stood in front of the easel, holding a pencil in his hand, but he didn't start the pen for a long time.

Zha Xiaolou stopped playing the pipa, and stood quietly next to him biting a lollipop, curious about what the girl who haunted this stinky fish looked like.

Yun Wuxian Sword didn't practice anymore, and he and Ma San also came over.

Yun Wuxian asked in a low voice, "Third Master, Mr. can also paint?" ”

Ma Sanyi slapped him on the head: "Nonsense." Who is Mr.? Mr. is high, otherworldly, and a man among the gods. What's so hard about drawing a picture? You just wait and see, Mr. Masterpiece, once it comes out, what Da Vinci, what Qi Baishi, all become scum in seconds. ”

Yun Wuxian: "But ......"

Ma San: "Shut up, Mr. has started writing, don't disturb him." ”

Huang Xiaoyu did put pen to paper.

Draw a circle first, then two ears......

Moments later, the "masterpiece" was completed.

Zha Xiaolou was stunned for a while, and laughed loudly, and the lollipops of laughter fell to the ground.

Yun Wuxian was full of black lines and looked at Ma San: "Third Master, is Mr. serious?" He is otherworldly, high-minded, supernatural, and a man among the gods, how can he ......"

Ma San blushed, embarrassed, kicked over, and scolded: "Say you're a stupid dog, you're really a stupid dog." Do you know how to specialize in the art industry? If a person who cultivates immortals and cultivates the Tao must be able to paint, then there are so many people in this world who cultivate immortals and practice the Tao, can't every one of them become a great painter? ”

Yun Wuxian drooped his head and smirked: "Yes, yes, what the third master said is right." ”

Ma San: "Nonsense, when did the third master miss it?" Just look at it, sir, the next one, it will definitely blind your dog's eyes. ”

Drew another one.

It's a lot more like it just now, but pointing to this painting to find someone may only make it more difficult for Chen Haoran.

As soon as Zha Xiaolou stopped laughing, he clutched his stomach and giggled.

The girl laughed breathlessly: "Stinky fish, it turns out that the person you like has big eyes and a small one." The nose is still a little crooked, haha...... Is the mouth a joke? Hahaha...... Laughed at me. ”

Yun Wuxian didn't dare to speak this time, glanced at Ma San beside him, and quickly clapped his hands and applauded: "Okay!" That's great! This painting is simply the pinnacle of abstraction. ”

Ma San had a dark face, kicked him on the buttocks, and directly kicked Yun Wuxian away: "Go you!" ”

One by one, the portraits were thrown away.

Huang Xiaoyu drew more and more slowly, and by the time he reached the fifth picture, no one was laughing.

Yun Wuxian didn't know how to draw, but Yun Wuxian at least knew that the painting didn't look like it.

The realism of this painting in front of me is enough to shock and embarrass domestic genre painters. A smile, eyebrows and eyes...... Every detail is realistic to the extreme.

It's as if there's a real person in front of you.

But Huang Xiaoyu was still not satisfied, threw it away, and then drew it one by one.

I don't know how many.

In Yun Wuxian's opinion, starting from the fifth one, each one is actually not much different. The same person, the same expression, smiling like a smile.

He quietly asked Ma San: "Third master, what's wrong with Mr.?" ”

Ma San squinted his eyes and remained silent.

Yun Wuxian asked again.

Ma San didn't scold him this time, but said lightly: "Painting bones and painting gods paints the life of a person in a painting." Boy, remember, if one day ......"

He wanted to speak and stopped, and halfway through speaking, he let out a long sigh, and secretly said in his heart: "That's it, there won't be such a day." Stupid dog, stupid dog, you have pretended to be stupid in front of the third master all your life, that little cleverness, but don't use it......"

I don't know how many portraits there are.

Halfway through the painting, the yellow croaker stopped.

His face was calm, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he was inexplicably angry and forbearing. Seeing that Zha Xiaolou next to him didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Huang Xiaoyu looked at Ma San and Yun Wuxian: "Who has smoke?" ”

Ma San hurriedly handed over one and helped to light it.

Huang Xiaoyu pinched the cigarette, walked to the side, turned his back to the crowd, didn't do anything, just stood there, looking into the distance, the cigarette in his hand, not a puff.

The smoke burned out, as if burning Huang Xiaoyu's hand.

He stirred up and came back to his senses.

The gloom in his eyes was gone, and the anger he had endured was gone.

His face was calm, but his eyes were slightly red, and there was clearly a mist that had not yet dissipated.

Zha Xiaolou's heart trembled, this man who was once ruthless and asked Situ You not to cry for the rest of his life, could it be that he also shed tears?

Huang Xiaoyu threw away the cigarette butt, came to the easel, and changed to a new piece of drawing paper.

This time it was fast, smooth, and never hesitated.

The painting of the face is incomprehensible, the tip of the thrush hides affection, the corners of the mouth are graceful and colorful, and the corners of the eyes are seductive.

Only those beautiful eyes were not painted.

But Zha Xiaolou didn't want him to paint anymore.

Her heart was very complicated, as if she had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, but at this moment, she was really afraid that the eyes drawn by Huang Xiaoyu would affect the beauty of the whole portrait.

So be it!

In this way, it has been able to turn sentient beings upside down, it has been able to be beautiful and immortal, and it has been extraordinary.

But she didn't dare to stop Huang Xiaoyu.

She could only watch Huang Xiaoyu lying on the easel, engrossed.

In the night sky, all of a sudden, meteors flew one after another.

That's not a meteor.

Rather, more than twenty monks.

The terrifying killing machine instantly filled the entire Taoyuan.

The leader put his hands behind his back and snorted coldly: "Who is Huang Xiaoyu, come up and die!" ”

Ma San shuddered in his heart and looked at Huang Xiaoyu.

The latter didn't seem to see these people, didn't hear the threat, and all his mind was drawing those eyes.

Chen Song snorted coldly: "Huang Xiaoyu, you killed me Senior Brother of Moon Worship Villa, now, do you want to be a turtle with a shrunken head?" My Master has come down Himself and hastened to die. Otherwise, life is better than death! ”

Ma San hesitated for a while, and said cautiously: "Sir......"

Huang Xiaoyu didn't look back, still with a calm face: "Let them wait." ”

Ma San's face was depressed, he stepped forward and said to everyone: "Mr. has an order, let you wait first." ”

Liang Bufan gritted his teeth and laughed angrily: "Hahaha...... I've seen arrogance, I've never seen such arrogance! A mere foundation-building monk dared to put up a shelf in front of me. ”

Chen Song angrily reprimanded: "Old man, you are presumptuous! My master is an infant ancestor, and he dares to let my master wait. Is there lawlessness? We are here today to kill, not to visit! ”

He suddenly made a move, and with a bang, a sword broke through the air, the cold light flickered, and the sword qi was like a rainbow, ten meters long, and it slashed into a large piece of peach trees.

The Great Array of Evil Attraction was activated, and the black mist rose in the peach orchard.

Demons and monsters resurfaced.

Liang Bufan sneered: "Just a demon phantom, dare to show it?" Disperse ...... me."

He jerked his foot.

Suddenly, his body was full of domineering.

The demons and monsters were all gone.

Chen Song sneered: "The night is long, my master is not in a hurry to kill you, otherwise, you will already be dead." Dare to kill my senior brother, today, my master comes, and he will make Huang Xiaoyu kneel at his feet, he can't survive, he can't die. Huang Xiaoyu, you come forward! Ten seconds for you! ”

Huang Xiaoyu seemed to have no foreign objects, and he was still calmly painting that picture.

Ten seconds, very quickly.

Chen Song had already shouted five.

Ma San stepped forward again and whispered, "Sir......"

"Wait......"

Again, let them wait.

Ma San was depressed, is this something that makes others wait, and others wait? Please, they're here to kill someone.

(End of chapter)