"Can I buy a warm bed?" Bai Fu asked.

"Huh?" Hongling was shocked, her face suddenly turned cold, and her eyes were full of disgust and moved away from Bai Fu, but after a while, she smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go and bring you a warm bed right away!"

"Huh?" This time it was Bai Fu's turn to be surprised, and he said again and again: "I just joked with you, I don't need to send anything to warm the bed......"

"How can this be done, since you mentioned it, I can't afford to be punished if I don't work in the office, wait, I'll send you a warm bed!" Hongling didn't go back to the tunnel, and ran out of Zichenju in the blink of an eye.

"Damn, isn't it going to send me a dinosaur over? The female dinosaur is okay, in case I send a male ......" Bai Fu was furious in his heart, and secretly scolded himself for being cheap, and he was afraid that he would be embarrassed later.

"Be embarrassed, be embarrassed, who calls yourself cheap?" Bai Fu sighed, found a silver dressing box containing twenty-four kinds of rouge gouache on the dresser in the room, poured out the rouge gouache, washed it with water, took the dressing box, and carried a cloth bag full of all kinds of fine ores, pearls, and jade, and walked into the pavilion.

Placing the dressing box on the stone table in the gazebo, Bai Fu poured a pile of ores, pearls, and spiritual jade into the bag on the ground.

Looking around, he didn't find anything to take advantage of, Bai Fu sighed, and sat in the gazebo, ready to wait for Hongling to send the "warm bed" to come, and to use the hammer with her.

Hongling's work efficiency is still very high, but after a while, he sent the warm bed over.

What made Bai Fu breathe a sigh of relief was that what Hongling sent over was not a man and a woman from the dinosaur clan, but a ...... A hydration bladder. Well, a water bottle, filled with hot water, will warm the bed.

"Sister Hongling's 'heart'!" Bai Fu thanked after taking the water bag, and secretly scolded MMP in his heart, if Lao Tzu was not Ao Ying's guest, he would definitely not be able to get off the stage by this cheap maid this time, it is really good to see the king of Hades, and the little ghost is difficult!

"You're welcome!" Hongling said very unconsciously, and then asked, "What else do you have to order?"

"I need a flat-bottomed hammer that's strong enough, and at worst it's a real thing!" Bai Fu said.

"I'll have to ask the princess about this!" Hongling said.

"Whatever!" Bai replied. Anyway, he was not in a hurry to draw "Mountains and Rivers" on the wind and thunder fan, as long as he sent the hammer before he left, and smashed this pile of good quality ore, pearls, and spirit jade into powder and made pigments.

"Then I'll quit!" Hongling said, and without waiting for Bai Fu to respond, he withdrew.

"MMP, a palace maid, is more arrogant than a princess!" After Hongling left, Bai Fu angrily threw the water bag into the pure yang ding and burned it into ashes.

There is nothing to do for the time being, Bai Fu sits in the pavilion, and sacrifices the treasures on his body from head to toe, starting with the Dragon Boat Festival hairpin, and then the unbroken robe, the heart seal, the male gold fish jade pendant, the lotus silk shoes, and the wind and thunder fan.

"It's just a good belt!" After a circle of sacrifice, Bai Fu touched the belt made of ordinary silk and sighed.

"It's supposed to be dark outside. That Hongling hasn't sent the hammer for so long, it shouldn't be delivered tonight, pack up, wash and sleep!" Bai Fu looked at the dome, the lake above was already pitch black, so he put away the pile of ores, pearls, and spiritual jade on the ground, went back to the house to fetch water and wash, and then entered the bedroom.

Sitting cross-legged on the big sandalwood bed with neat futon and fragrant fragrance, Bai Fu opened the Qibao gourd, grabbed it with his hand, and grabbed a stone the size of his head.

The stone is not black, red, red, red, yellow, or yellow, and the eye color is very mixed, which is the condensation of the fifty years of male yellow, orpiment, and cinnabar.

Fifty years of realgar in his hand, very hot, Bai Fu's left hand turned to the right hand, right hand turned to the left hand, so played for a quarter of an hour, stopped when both hands were covered with volcanic ash, put away this piece of realgar, orpiment, cinnabar combination.

Clean hands, Moyun Yuan Shen cultivated for a while, Bai Fu fell asleep, there was no discomfort at all, and his heart was really big.

Early the next morning, Bai Fu got up early, washed up, and sat down in the pavilion in the courtyard to meditate and breathe.

The red sun jumped, the purple qi on the dome of the Dragon Palace was towering, and the boundless purple qi hung down, and with the white refu's breath, it traveled all over the body, warming the body and the primordial spirit.

"Huh......" The purple qi was getting old, Bai Fu stopped spitting, he glanced at the dome, and secretly said that this dome should go straight to the surface of the water, otherwise the purple qi would not come down.

After refining the Yuan Shen again, a palace maid came over with a delicate food box, and left in a hurry after handing it over to Bai Fu.

Bai Fu opened the food box and saw that it contained four exquisite breakfasts, a bowl of porridge with five colors, a basket of crystal clear meat buns with meat filling like snow and ice, a bowl of soybean milk as white as milk, and a plate of pickles with bamboo shoots glowing with purple light.

"Five-color rice porridge, snow clam stuffed with meat...... The diet of this Dragon Palace is really fine, this is the food that the gods eat!" Bai Fu praised, his index finger moved, and he swept away these delicate ones early.

Earlier, he put the dishes in the food box, put them at the door, and went to the study. I took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and after practicing the words, I pulled a large-scale flexible Xuexuan, spread it on the desk, and drew a jade pillar with a few strokes, which was magnificent, like a jade pillar of optimus.

The tip of the pen hung on the rice paper, Bai Fu couldn't put down the pen for a long time, he still didn't know how to draw the red dragon, and he really couldn't put down the pen.

After changing the rice paper, Bai Fu repainted, and this time he was going to paint the black Jiao he saw in the Yangtze River. He pondered for a moment, and then began to put down his brush, first drawing two lonely and precipitous, opposite cliffs, tall and majestic......

This time he painted, Bai Fu devoted himself to the painting, painting and painting, he seemed to return to Qutang Gorge that night, there were prisoners in the river struggling to fly, there seemed to be a dragon chanting in his ears, and even brought his blessing that he hoped that the black Jiao would break free.

He seemed to have returned to the edge of Qutang Gorge that night, and saw Jiaolong trapped and wanted to break free. After the two cliffs landed, he sketched the turbulent Yangtze River with a few strokes, and then depicted the iron lock of the Hengjiang River, rough and solid, then the golden circle, and then the scale armor exploded, the golden eyes were cracked, and the black Jiao who roared and struggled continuously, and then the monstrous water waves set off when the black Jiao struggled, and then painted the dark clouds in the sky, a purple lightning breaking the clouds...

After Bai Fu finished painting, he stood with a pen, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and suddenly felt that the spirit was cool and extremely clear. It seems that the land has been dry for a long time, and a cool breeze blows in the summer, which is so uncomfortable, but it is the original god who has been baptized and improved.

"Is this a way to enter the Tao with painting?" Bai Fu was shocked. It is rumored that there are 360 trails on the side door, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hop and flower kitchen, etc., can be Tao, every good work is completed, the spirit will be sublimated, and over time, it will become a "superman", which is to enter the Tao, poetry immortal, poetry Buddha, calligraphy saint, painting saint, chess saint, qin immortal, kitchen immortal, wine immortal, tea immortal......

"What a picture of Jiaolong Trapped in the River!" When Bai Fuzheng was immersed in the comfortable feeling of the pictorial baptism of the primordial spirit, he suddenly heard a praise in his ears and immediately woke up.

"Oh, it turned out to be Princess Ao Ying, rude!" Bai Fu bowed his hand to Ao Ying, who didn't know when he came behind him, and turned his gaze back to the painting.

Bai Fu looked at it at first glance, and felt that the black Jiao was very expressive, vivid, and had nine points of charm, and couldn't help but secretly say that this time it was all the emotions to paint such a level, but it can not be repeated, if there is this level every time, the painting on the wind and thunder fan is falling.