On the second day of February, it was cloudy.

When he got up early in the morning, Pan Long heard someone sighing on the street.

In previous years, no matter how windy and rainy it was, the second day of February would have been cloudy and sunrise, and the sky would be clear. Why is this year different?"

"God knows. ”

"Haha, it's a genius who knows. ”

When Pan Long heard this, he frowned, pushed the window and looked at the sky, only to see that the clouds were gloomy, covering the sky and the sun, although it was not as if it was before the rain, but it was not like it could be sunny in a short period of time.

If he usually saw this kind of sky, he wouldn't have paid the slightest attention. But today...... He was a little worried.

The wind is from the tiger, the cloud is from the dragon, the clouds in the sky are so thick, could it be that the dragon gods of all parties really came, and they wanted to join forces to fight with the demon god Yiwu?

If there is really a battle of immortals in the sky, I am afraid that it will really affect the mortals on the earth, and the lives will be ruined!

But if you are worried, there is nothing he can do.

In the battle in front of him, not to mention that he is only equivalent to the innate realm, even if his Nine Turns Xuangong is to the next level, and his strength is comparable to that of a real grandmaster, I am afraid it will not help.

The strongest among the true grandmasters is enough to fight with the immortals, Buddhas, and demon gods. But in the face of the hordes of immortals, Buddhas, and demon gods, no matter how powerful a real master is, there is nothing he can do.

Pan Long sighed, and felt more and more the importance of improving his strength.

In the previous life, there was a saying that "money is not omnipotent, but no money is absolutely impossible", and when it is applied to the world of Kyushu, it is probably "force is not omnipotent, but no force is absolutely impossible".

"Violence doesn't solve the problem, but it can solve the person who brings it. The famous sayings on the Internet are also quite reasonable. ”

Probably because of the wedding ceremony of the river god to be held today, whether it is a restaurant on the ground floor of the inn or a stall on the street, the breakfast is peach blossom soup and peach blossom cake. And there are a lot of peach blossom petals added to today's dish, and many people have pieces of pink on their faces after eating them, but they are the color of the petals.

Pan Long is no exception.

Walking on the street, looking at those people who were dressed in red and colorful, dressed exquisitely and beautifully, and full of energy, Pan Long's mood was also much better.

Perhaps, everything is just that he is worrying about the sky, not necessarily.

Back then, the demon god Yiwu killed the dragon god of the Peach Blossom River, and there was no record of the collapse of the heavens and the earth, and the destruction of living beings. Maybe it's the same this time.

He followed the crowd to the dock, and saw many small stalls set up here. The vendors peddled all kinds of knick-knacks with the theme of marrying the river god, and many people even bought one or two and handed them to the children around them.

Pan Long didn't buy these knick-knacks, but as he walked, he soon noticed a stall far away from the river.

The owner of the stall was a young man dressed as a scribe, but his face and figure were clearly women. Next to her was a box with various painting materials, and in front of her was an easel, presumably for portraits.

It's just that now the flow of people is surging, everyone is rushing to the pier to see the ceremony, and her stall is deserted, and there is not even a single guest.

Pan Long walked over curiously and asked, "Portrait?"

The woman turned her head to look at him and nodded.

Pan Long was stunned - he was a human being in two lives, and he had seen enough people, but he had never seen such a pair of eyes.

If there is one word to describe those eyes, it must be "clear".

Before that, he had seen many people with clear eyes. Some are young and ignorant, as pure as a blank sheet of paper; some are upright and prudent in their words and deeds; and some are profound, well-informed and see through the world.

The eyes of these people are clear, and in more literary terms, they are like shallow streams, almost so clear that they can see the bottom at a glance. Joys, sorrows, and sorrows are clear, and they are not disguised at all.

But compared to this woman, their eyes were not clear enough.

Children always want all kinds of things, and their eyes have all kinds of straightforward and undisguised desires; gentlemen are always wary of their words and deeds, and they can see strict self-discipline in their eyes; and the elders have experienced so many things that even if they are highly cultivated, they are often a little tired in their eyes.

But in this woman's eyes, there is not a trace of these impurities, only a piece of purity.

It is said that this kind of eyes, which are not devoid of impurities, should look like there is an inorganic coldness. But her gaze is very peaceful, and there is an indescribable warmth, as if she is a tourist walking in the mountains, who will sing at any time to express her love for nature and life.

Pan Long subconsciously became restrained, saluted, and asked, "I don't know what to call it?"

"My surname is Bi. The woman replied, "If you want a portrait, sit on the stool opposite you or stand." ”

Pan Long nodded, walked over to the easel and stood up.

The woman took out a charcoal pen from the box next to her, drew quickly on the white paper of the easel, and in a few moments, she drew a portrait.

When she said "the painting is done", Pan Long came over and looked at it, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

She does not use the usual gongbi depiction technique in the Kyushu world, but a very rare sketching technique.

Of course, there is this kind of painting in the Kyushu world, but because of the charcoal strips, it was looked down upon by the upper class and denounced as "difficult to get into the elegant hall". Moreover, the painters here pay attention to "getting carried away", emphasizing the characteristics of people and landscapes, and even exaggerating them, and are not keen on the sketch sketching technique of blindly pursuing "likeness".

Generally speaking, only people who often need to "draw likely", such as catching fast and patrolling the wind, will learn this painting technique specifically.

Pan Long had also learned this kind of painting, but his craftsmanship was far worse than that of this female painter surnamed Bi. He even felt that he had never seen anyone who could draw so well.

Anyway, there is definitely no Kyushu world, but among those professional art talents in the previous life, there may be this level, right?

Haven't touched it, not sure.

"It's so well drawn!" he couldn't help but sigh, "This is really a good hand!"

The female painter smiled and said, "If you like it, it's fine." I am not good at brushwork, only this crude charcoal drawing method, and I was often criticized by my classmates for insulting Sven. It's rare to meet someone who appreciates my craftsmanship so much, and I'll give you this painting. ”

"You've been busy for so long, you can't even take a hard-earned money. Where is Pan Long willing to take advantage of this, and immediately took out the money, but the female painter just shook her head, looking at her gaze, Pan Long swallowed back all the words he wanted to say, and sighed softly.

At this moment, there was a commotion by the river.

"The bamboo raft is coming!"

"Look! The river god concubines have arrived!"

"It's beautiful!"

Pan Long followed the sound and saw that everyone was hurriedly running towards the river, rubbing their shoulders for a while, squeezing and squeezing into the water.

He shook his head and turned his head to say something, but found that there was nothing around him, such as painters, easels, toolboxes, and stools...... It's all gone.

"Huh?"

He was taken aback, and hurriedly lowered his head, but he clearly still had the sketch portrait of himself in his hand.

In the corner of the portrait, there is also a line of small print.

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