"That's right!" Listening to Qingqing's words, Hong Xiaobao couldn't help but pat his thigh. He remembered that in the newspapers of the earth in the past, the article was not illustrated, and the text never had the most intuitive picture after all. If this article of your own is accompanied by an illustration -

"Pengfei!" Hong Xiaobao shouted.

"The disciple is here. Hua Pengfei heard Hong Xiaobao's words and hurriedly walked over.

"Invite me to come over with some of the best painting skills, and remember to draw vividly. Hong Xiaobao commanded. Hua Pengfei hurriedly agreed and walked out, this matter is simple, Chijing City is a huge city, and it is still easy to find a few painters.

"Brother Xiaobao," Qingqing couldn't help but ask, "What bad idea do you have again?"

"Let's see. Fang Xinghan was also curious.

"Hehe, you'll know when the time comes. Now there is no hurry, no hurry. Hong Xiaobao said with a smile.

Fang Xinghan and Qingqing looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders together. Well, anyway, it looks like Lei Yin Pavilion is going to be tragic this time.

In terms of time, it is very close to the time when the newspaper is issued, and because of Hong Xiaobao's sudden idea, it is estimated that the layout of the newspaper needs to be changed, so it is inevitable that there will be some nervousness. But this is also simple, the page of the major event report is not small, Hong Xiaobao directly gave up some articles and reserved a vacant space. What remains is the place of the front page headlines, according to the word on Earth.

After Hua Pengfei invited a few painters, Hong Xiaobao directly dragged a few painters into the room. After tossing for at least an hour, Hong Xiaobao walked out of the room with a piece of drawing paper in his hand and laughing, while the few painters behind him were sweating profusely.

"You guys are really good at painting," Turning his head, Hong Xiaobao said to a few painters: "Why don't you stay in our Haomeng in the future and be responsible for the illustrations of the big news?"

"Ahh I'm waiting for my liver and brain to be smeared on the ground. "A few painters are just ordinary people, nothing more than a mess of food. After listening to Hong Xiaobao's words, he hurriedly agreed.

This is an iron rice bowl for the royal family, and only a fool refuses!

Seeing that Hong Xiaobao tossed around for a long time to get the drawing paper, Fang Xinghan and Qingqing couldn't help but come over, and the two of them gasped at the same time with just one glance, and couldn't help but admire Hong Xiaobao's idea.

I saw it on the paper. Lu Hansong was leading a group of Lei Yin Pavilion disciples to stand in the middle of a pile of corpses that could be said to be miserable and smiling, the picture was vivid and extremely shocking.

And that unique painting method really makes the picture seem unusually real, and even Hong Xiaobao himself is very satisfied.

A few painters originally couldn't draw what Hong Xiaobao wanted, after all, the paintings in this world are not very realistic, and there is not even such a thing as realism. After these painters painted this painting according to Hong Xiaobao's request, they immediately exclaimed that Hong Xiaobao had created a school in the history of painting - in fact, it was the sketch of the earth......

All right. Fooling the natives of the other world is indeed a very simple thing for our little brother Bao......

"Xiaobao," Fang Xinghan looked at the drawing paper and couldn't help asking, "You don't plan to get this painting to be reported in a major event, are you?"

"Hehe, Uncle Fang, how do you feel?" Hong Xiaobao took the drawing paper and asked with a smile: "I estimate that the effect should be very good." ”

"The painting is good...... Qingqing shook his head and said, "But have you thought about it, tomorrow morning will be the time when the event report will be released." Even if you let these artists start painting overnight, it is impossible to paint tens of thousands of major events. ”

"It's not easy. Engraved directly on the board and printed on it. Hong Xiaobao directly asked Hua Pengfei to find the carver, and at the same time, he had already thought in his heart that every edition of the major event report in the future should be accompanied by illustrations, so as to bring real intuitive influence. After all, it's just words, and it seems to be a little less flavorful.

"Okay," Hong Xiaobao let out a long breath: "Let's wait and see what happens later." ”

Because time is of the essence. So although Hua Pengfei was sent to find the carver again, Hong Xiaobao was not idle, and when he came to Fang Xinghan's side, he said, "Uncle Fang, I bother you to inscribe a few words on this painting." ”

Fang Xinghan was stunned. He asked, "What's the question?"

Hong Xiaobao smiled and immediately said a sentence.

"Hiss-" As soon as he heard Hong Xiaobao's words, Fang Xinghan couldn't help but gasp and said, "Xiaobao, do you still think this painting is not powerful enough?"

"Hehe, it's just a few words," Hong Xiaobao said with a smile: "Since it can enhance the effect, why not?"

"The articles in the newspaper itself are in my font, which is nothing. Fang Xinghan still hesitated: "But I want to put an inscription on this painting - although I can't get used to what Lei Yin Pavilion does, but Lei Yin Pavilion is a level of sect with my Holy Son Academy." If I had inscribed it again, I am afraid that this matter would not be so simple. ”

Hong Xiaobao naturally knew Fang Xinghan's concerns.

After all, it's okay for the people to make trouble in private, but Fang Xinghan is the head of the Holy Son Academy, if he expresses his opinions or opinions on this matter, I'm afraid that the Holy Son Academy Palace will be dragged in. Let's not talk about what will happen to Lei Yin Pavilion, I'm afraid that this public opinion will have to bring a copy of his Holy Son Academy.

"I know this," Hong Xiaobao smiled lightly and said, "But I didn't let you leave your name when I asked you to write the inscription." ”

"Xiaobao, you're cheating me. Fang Xinghan smiled bitterly: "The previous big-character posters are all signed by me, and even the font is mine, even if I don't write my name, let others see it and know that it is my handwriting." ”

"To know is to know, but whether there is evidence or not is another matter. Hong Xiaobao smiled like a little fox: "Even if you know, what? Your words have spread all over the rivers and lakes, and you won't admit it when the time comes! Anyway, my big news reports are all in your font, and it doesn't matter if there are so many more." ”

That's right, Hong Xiaobao just wants to use Fang Xinghan's words to make the public opinion that this issue of the major event report can cause a little hotter. In this way, when those people in the rivers and lakes see the big news, they will feel: Look, your Lei Yin Pavilion's approach can't even be seen by the head of the Holy Son Academy.

What Hong Xiaobao said was right, but after all, the stakes were high, and Fang Xinghan was still a little hesitant.

"En......" Looking at Fang Xinghan's expression, Hong Xiaobao simply stretched out a finger: "A good poem, it's all done!"

"This ......" Listening to Hong Xiaobao's words, Fang Xinghan couldn't help but make the muscles on his face jump.

A good poem, this can almost be said to be on Fang Xinghan's death hole.

After all, almost every sentence of Hong Xiaobao's poems is a fine product. Whether it is for him or for the Holy Son Academy, it is a rare good thing. But he felt a little disadvantaged by compromising on this, so he immediately gritted his teeth and said, "No, at least two!"

"Just one poem-" Hong Xiaobao shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "Uncle Fang, you should be a cabbage when the poem is a cabbage, just open your mouth?" For the time being, I can really only come up with a good poem." Although there are many good poems on the earth, the problem is that there is one less poem to say, and Hong Xiaobao still understands the truth of the long stream.

"This ......" Fang Xinghan was obviously a little unwilling, but he also knew that Hong Xiaobao was telling the truth. After hesitating for a while, he nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, one poem, but let's say it first, this inscription Fang Mou does not leave a name, and he will not admit it, and you have to give the poem first." ”

"No problem!" As long as you agree, it will be easy to do, which is called the tighter and tighter the tie on the chariot, and the cooperation will be even more worry-free in the future!

So Hong Xiaobao groaned slightly, and immediately read in a deep voice: "The name of this poem is "Jiang Xue", which I came up with unintentionally in the past two days, and it happens to be used as a war poem of the Holy Son Academy!"

"Jiang Xue......" Fang Xinghan thought about it carefully, and then said, "Well, you come and I'll listen to it first." ”

"Well," Hong Xiaobao began to read: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly ......"

Just listening to the first sentence, Fang Xinghan gasped!

Between the thousands of mountains, the birds are extinct, so how powerful does it take to do it?!

At this time, the second sentence was exported: "Ten thousand paths are gone!"

"Oh my God!" Feeling the murderous aura that kept surging in his body, Fang Xinghan was really stunned this time: "Xiaobao, this is ...... How could this poem have such a powerful killing intent?! Fang's true qi actually showed signs of being uncontrollable!"

Even Qingqing on the side burst out with an astonishing look in his beautiful eyes, and said: "Two poems with a murderous spirit! Brother Xiaobao is so powerful!"

At this time, Hong Xiaobao began to read the third sentence: "Lonely Boat Lady Weng ......"

Suddenly, a lonely figure appeared in Fang Xinghan's mind, it was a peerless swordsman, a sword unparalleled in the world, a person with deep love like the sea......

When it came to the fourth sentence, Hong Xiaobao's whole eyes were full of murderous intent, and the ending poem was: "Fishing alone in the cold!

Fishing alone in the cold river and snow!

After listening to this last line of poetry, Fang Xinghan only felt a loud bang in his head, and the whole person took three steps back, and his scalp was numb.

The earth-shattering murderous aura and murderous intent in this last line of the poem simply make people's hairs stand on end!

Hanjiang, Hanjiang, the head of Lei Yin Pavilion is called Yin Hanjiang!

Fishing alone in the cold river and snow, I am afraid that the fishing is not snow, but blood!

Fang Xinghan is also a nine-star martial artist, an absolute top martial artist in this world, but even when he looked at Hong Xiaobao at this time, he felt that he couldn't see through him at all!

Gasping deeply, Fang Xinghan didn't dare to think that Hong Xiaobao had said that he was going to defeat Lei Yin Pavilion before.

What kind of monster did this Lei Yin Pavilion provoke!

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Well, a good poem, the plot is about to start to take a turn! (To be continued......)