(Thank you for being willing to exchange a smile for an indifferent reward.,I'll add a change today.,Although the number of words is not very much.,But it's still a little indication)

The atmosphere in front of me is a little strange, well, the gaze is on an unexpected figure, as if something is not quite right.

"Interesting, interesting, it's rare to see such a vigorous son of the poor family in Shangxuan" Lian Lian Ziyu opened the folding fan and gave a commendation, breaking the atmosphere.

The big shopkeeper of Yixia Pavilion didn't smile, "It's a little interesting, but it depends on how well you paint." ”

Liu Changqing didn't want to keep the atmosphere here, so he smiled: "It's good to be so vigorous, ninety-nine people, let me see how many of them are talented in the painting world, who can paint the most beautiful scenery of this smoked forest."

Hearing this, the painters on both sides of Xuan Laiwan and Yixia Pavilion glanced at each other, sneered together, and got ready.

The painters of Pinxuan Building are relatively low-key, as if today's home field is Yixia Pavilion and Xuanlai are late, and they are respectful to sit at the end.

Wei Xichao has always been unhurried, and like other painters, he took Xuan Lai's evening configuration to help him prepare to walk with the boy carrying the painting box to the big shopkeeper and Wei Rou

The head of the jaw signaled that the troops should be sent to fight.

Hopefully no horse leather shroud.

I also hope that the two masters can give some encouragement.

Wei Xichao is very perfunctory, this kind of thing can only rely on himself, and his small universe and chakra have never been inspired by these two people.

This old woman is not Teacher Cang.

So he nodded casually and was about to leave.

Suddenly, his sleeve was ripped off.

Look down.

Wei Er's shopkeeper sat on the mat and smiled at him quite intoxicatingly.

"Wei Yang, you said the wrong thing before"

"It's not the old man next to me who picked you, it's me~~"

The eyes are like flowing waves.

This woman is in Shela?

Wei Xi was suspicious of the fox, his eyes suddenly drifted, and when he saw the dark shadow in the forest in the distance, he couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart.

How can this Lu Yu still be ghosted, does he need this tombstone so much?

Wei Xichao knew that Wei Rou had already sensed Lu Yu's existence, but he didn't expect why this woman would suddenly cooperate with him.

Could it be that he suddenly leaked Wang Ba's qi before, and she fell in love with me because of my domineering president?

"Hmm~~ Shopkeeper Wei really looked like a torch"

"Yes, yes, the first time I saw your bare skin like snow, I knew that you were an extraordinary person, and as I expected, the bones were handsome and really strange~"

Wei Xichao: ""

You were sent by the monkeys to slander me.

Xie Yun and the women had already looked at his upper body in unison.

And Dou Kou, you old men, look at what I'm doing with the lower half of my body!

Skin-white as snow?exhibitionism or a leg?

Wei Xichao only paused for a second, then withdrew his hand quietly, and shook off a sentence with a smile: "If I am not white, how can I show the blackness of Shopkeeper Wei, and I also think that the color is not important, the important thing is the heart, the spirit, and the beauty!"

Wei Rou: ""

There is a feeling of being hit by a continuous skill kill.

Wei Rou was about to kill this little bastard with her three-inch tongue, when the old man next to him coughed violently.

She quickly smiled, patted the back of the big shopkeeper, and whispered softly: "Old man, I told you to eat less of those perfect tonic pills, and when you are old, you have to take the old ~~ Go less to those places where water lingers and incense~"

The Big Shopkeeper: ""

Most of the painters are separated from each other, some are far away, but most of them are nearby, because the most beautiful places in the entire smoked forest are here, and most of these painters are more picky, and they will not leave with the best scenery.

"Wei Gongzi, these are your sketchpads and brushes, this" The waiter took out the sketchpad, opened the painting box again, and was about to take out the paintbrushes and other things inside, when suddenly his expression was suffocated, and he stared at the painting box with a frightened expression.

Wei Xichao glanced at it, "The brushes are all broken?"

"Yes, I don't know, I sorted it out tomorrow morning, Wei Gongzi, I"

Wei Rou had just been drinking when she saw the movement over there.

"It seems that there is a problem with Wei Yang"

"It's the contents of the picture box"

Under the discussion, the owner of the Yixia Pavilion chuckled at the shopkeeper of Wei Da: "Your internal management is not good, a small painting box is not well arranged, and ghosts are frequent."

Wei Rou frowned, was it really the little boy who did it?

This is impossible, there are people who have been carefully cultivated, if this little boy can really be adopted, the other party will have the ability to arrange a larger layout, such as killing Wei Yang, so why bother to make such a show.

Wei Rou walked to Wei Xichao's side, "Now it will take at least an hour for people to retake the paintbrush and other things back and forth, and you must finish painting before the Smoke Forest Feast."

In other words, there is no way?

"This time it's my late arrangement, I will deal with it in the future, you don't have to care" Wei Rou seemed to be telling Wei Xichao that he wouldn't mind this fumigation assessment.

That is, not to let the people behind the scenes achieve their goals.

Although Wei Xichao still sacrificed a lot in this way, after all, his famous way just now can be described as earth-shattering, if he really can't paint, I don't know how others will pass it on in the future, and it is inevitable to suffer from the ridicule of some people here.

Like now.

"I see, it's not someone who designed to frame him, but someone deliberately made it out to escape, really, don't say such a big thing if you don't have that much ability"

Lin Tao's sarcastic words went straight to the eardrums, and many people who were easy to go down to the hall echoed it.

Suddenly, their voices stopped abruptly.

Because this Wei Yang had already taken over a new painting box from two men who ran out of nowhere.

"Thank you for your hard work" After Wei Xichao said to the two brothers of Hu Shan, he handed the painting box to the little waiter, and asked with a smile: "Do you dare to help me get it?"

The medicine box was replaced, and the little boy was extremely sure of this, because he knew that he was innocent, so he knew that if he didn't take this medicine box, the stigma would remain on him for the rest of his life.

The man gave him a chance.

The little boy took the medicine box directly.

This scene is actually quite ordinary, most people haven't seen it, and even if they do, they don't think so.

Perhaps only a delicate woman can be slightly touched by it.

For example, Wei Rou who was next to him, and Shui Yue, who happened to see.

The former raised an eyebrow, the latter slightly brooding.

A smart and strange young kid.

It can only be thought of this way.

"It seems that you have been prepared, that's okay, you can paint it better, if the painting is bad, we will lose our face when we are late, you can look at it."

This woman is really turning her face faster than turning a book.

Wei Xichao was a little speechless and watched Wei Rou twist Xiao Man's waist and leave.

"Childe, Childe, are you going to start drawing?" The little waiter boy was much more enthusiastic and sincere than before, Wei Xichao nodded, and picked up the paintbrush.

Look at this smoker

The little boy noticed that the paintbrush that Wei Xichao had prepared for himself this time was very strange, it seemed to be an ink and charcoal pen, but it looked very slender, and the end was wrapped with a belt of different colors, as if marking something.

But it's nothing, many painters have unique quirks and methods for painting, and he cares that he has served many painters to paint, but he feels that the position Wei Xichao has chosen now is really not very good.

Leaning to the side, facing the guests of the Smoke Forest Banquet, do you want to portray these guests? But the angle is not right.

The little boy couldn't understand it, but he also knew what he should do with his identity.

So he stood like a benchmark, and he didn't squint, and he didn't look at the drawing board.

This is to prevent some people from seeing something through his expression and eyes.

This is the basic literacy that Xuan Laiwan has trained them since they were young, and basically all the little waiters here are the same, including the people from Yixia Pavilion and Pinxuan Building.

Although he didn't look at it, the little boy could hear the sound of the slender tip of the pen gliding across the paper

Wei Xichao's way of painting is different, other people's drawing boards are placed on the table, but he is standing obliquely in front of his eyes, which makes it difficult for others to see his paintings, not to mention that this area has been controlled by people from various forces, and tourists who come to smoke the forest can only stand on the periphery to watch.

Among these people was a rather immature young man, and he listened to the people next to him discussing who could win among the ninety-nine painters, and he suddenly interjected: "He can definitely win"

He fixed his eyes on the man standing inside like a benchmark.

-- He had this hunch.

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