Along the way, Xuan'er looked at Mo Lingfeng with a strange expression.

"Hey, you've been watching it for a long time, what's the matter, look at me handsome, interesting to me?" Mo Lingfeng smiled at Xuan'er.

After three levels in a row, Mo Lingfeng is in a good mood now.

"How dare a slave or maid think anything wrong?" Xuan'er blushed and lowered her head.

"Hehe, this can be there." Looking at the shy Xuan'er in front of him, Mo Lingfeng said secretly in his heart.

After walking for about a kilometer, we came to the edge of a cliff with a ravine.

A middle-aged man with a full beard holding a paintbrush in his right hand was drawing something.

"The predecessor of the painting king, the new master, has come to participate in the assessment." Xuan'er gave a salute and said gently.

The painting Wang Meng looked up in surprise.

"Is there really someone who has passed the dead pervert level of the book fairy? This is the first time that Wonderland has existed, right? It's rare. ”

The painting king looked Mo Lingfeng up and down, as if he wanted to see what was different about those who could pass the level of the book immortal, and at the same time let out bursts of admiration.

"Junior Mo Lingfeng, I have seen the predecessor of the painting king!" How smart Mo Lingfeng is, it can be seen from his words that this painting king is a straightforward person, which undoubtedly makes him feel a little relaxed in his heart.

The more you respect such a person, the more he will respect you.

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Lingfeng spoke, the painting king hurriedly owed a debt.

"Xiaoyou is polite, come on, how about painting together?" The king of painting warmly invited.

"Huh?" Mo Lingfeng was full of confidence one second ago, but the next second he was instantly sluggish, the level of his two knives should be taken out to be conspicuous, what if he failed to be assessed? I finally passed the three levels, and I was just short of the last level, so I can't be careless about anything, otherwise I won't die unjustly if I have lost all my previous efforts.

"What, what's the problem with Xiaoyou?" Seeing that Mo Lingfeng was a little hesitant, the painting king was a little strange, "Little friend, don't be restrained, the old man will never embarrass you, just play to your heart's content." ”

"Forehead......" Mo Lingfeng is very helpless at the moment, he also wants to play to his heart's content, but his strength has to be allowed, this is ...... That's right, I studied sketching for a year when I was a child, and although I didn't achieve anything, there was nothing else to do in front of me.

"Painting the king's seniors, the juniors will draw a portrait for you, and see if it can satisfy you."

"Haha, it's easy to say, I'm not embarrassed Xiaoyou, just give me a portrait, as long as there is a seventy percent similarity." The painting dynasty waved Mo Lingfeng's brush.

"Seventy percent?" Mo Lingfeng sweated wildly. No way, let's catch the ducks on the shelves. Looking around, there is no paper or pencil, and the brush itself can't be used, how is this good?

Seeing that the time was approaching, Mo Lingfeng was anxious.

"Huh? Pregnant! ”

Suddenly, Mo Lingfeng buckled a jet-black rock from the cliff. Looking around, Mo Lingfeng walked towards a white stone wall not far away.

"Huh?" Painting King and Xuan'er didn't know what Mo Lingfeng was going to do, and they all looked over with curiosity.

Mo Lingfeng walked to the stone wall, turned his head and stared at the painting king for a long time, "Senior, please don't move, the junior will finish painting immediately." ”

"Oh, no problem, no problem." The king hurriedly returned to his place and stopped moving.

Mo Lingfeng turned his head, replaced the pencil with black charcoal, and drew on the stone wall.

Whew......

In a few moments, the shape of a head was outlined.

"Huh? Interesting, which way is this? The painting king's eyes lit up, and he watched Mo Lingfeng paint with great interest, and he can also be said to be a miscellaneous student in painting, but he has never seen Mo Lingfeng's way of painting at the moment, so he can't help but look forward to it very much in his heart.

Mo Lingfeng drew a few strokes, then looked at the painting king twice, and at the same time sighed in his heart, he was really rusty, but he could barely draw a few strokes!

On the painting king's side, with the gradual formation of the portrait on the wall, he had long forgotten Mo Lingfeng's previous entrustment, and could no longer suppress the amazement and curiosity in his heart, ran behind Mo Lingfeng, and carefully watched Mo Lingfeng paint - although the portrait in front of him was not very much like himself, this way of painting really opened his eyes.

After a while, Mo Lingfeng finally completed the bust sketch of the painting king.

Throwing the black charcoal in his hand, Mo Lingfeng sighed.

It's finally done, although I'm still not satisfied, but I've reached my highest level of seven or eight.

Okay, that's it.

Turning his head, he was ready to let the painting king take a look.

When he turned around, he was startled by Mo Lingfeng.

I saw that the painting king kept rubbing his hands, smiling cheaply, and staring at himself with green eyes, as if he had discovered a new continent.

Mo Lingfeng was so frightened that he hurriedly jumped back a step, "Senior, how is this?" ”。

"Well, little brother, what kind of first-class painting method do you have? It's so amazing! Like a child, the painting king found his favorite toy, and asked Mo Lingfeng, "Can you teach the old man, I must be grateful." ”

"It's a sketch, and it's my own way of drawing." Mo Lingfeng said proudly, he felt that since the painting king didn't know sketching, he simply started to use his eloquence, maybe it would be of some use in the future.

"What? It was actually invented by the little brother! The painting king was shocked, "Oh, the little brother is really a genius!" Although this kind of sketch is simple, it can portray the characters vividly, which is really amazing! ”

The painting king looked at Mo Lingfeng's paintings and was full of praise.

Listening to the praise of the painting king, Mo Lingfeng was very happy, but seeing that the painting king did not mention the assessment for a long time, Mo Lingfeng couldn't help it, this time is about to come, now is his life and death, where is the time to teach the painting king to paint?

"Ahem...... That one...... Seniors of the painting king, my fourth level, is it considered to be passed? ”

"Huh?" The painting king was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, "Count, it must be counted, I passed this level, oops, this sketch is really amazing." ”

Yes! Mo Lingfeng jumped so high with joy!

I finally passed the test, not only did I save my life, but I didn't have to worry about living a lifetime in the painting.

Ignoring the painting king who kept admiring in front of the wall, Mo Lingfeng asked Xuan'er, "Xuan'er, can I go out now?"

"Yes, master, please come with me." Xuan'er brought Mo Lingfeng to a stone tablet more than one person high.

Mo Lingfeng looked fixedly, and there were four big red characters engraved on the stone tablet with a seal: Taoyuan Wonderland.

"Master, this is the Realm Soul Monument of the Wonderland, which can control everything in the entire Wonderland." Xuan'er introduced to Mo Lingfeng.

"Oh? How to control? ”

"The master has passed the assessment, and the Boundary Soul Monument has been known, and the master only needs to stick his palm on the Boundary Soul Monument."

Mo Lingfeng put his hand on it as Xuan'er said.

"Buzz!" A bright light flashed.

The Boundary Soul Monument actually disappeared out of thin air, and the next moment, it appeared in Mo Lingfeng's mind.

Mo Lingfeng suddenly felt that he and the Realm Soul Monument actually had a feeling of blood connection, as if it was his own hands and feet.

At the same time, the whole fairyland was in his mind, extremely familiar, as if he was born with it.

At the same time, as soon as his mind moved, everything in the fairyland was under his control, including the four friends of the cold mountain before.

"It's too strong!" Mo Lingfeng felt that he had really picked up a treasure this time.

"Xuan'er, I'm going out."

As soon as she heard Mo Lingfeng's words, Xuan'er's expression suddenly became extremely lonely and sad.

"Master, will you be like the first master, once you go and never come again?"

"Haha, how could it be, I'll be back often." Such a good place, Mo Lingfeng is reluctant not to come back.

"Really? The slave waits for her master's return. Xuan'er gave Mo Lingfeng a salute.

"Well, I'll bring you something good next time." After speaking, Mo Lingfeng's figure disappeared out of thin air.