No one understood what Tang Yin's "many, many" meant, but seeing him staggering, his eyes were fascinated, he muttered a little, and suddenly picked up his pen and waved it on the scroll. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

A pretty face that had already been drawn was a few strokes to the left and a few strokes to the right, and soon, one face became many faces, and it looked like an eight-faced Buddha at first glance.

The demons in the audience were dumbfounded, and they didn't know why.

Tang Jieyuan, who was drunk, was still adding with interest, and there were more and more faces on the screen, with different appearances, but all of them were distracted, full of boundless grievances.

The model could see his painting sideways, and at this moment his face sank like water, and he gave the master of ceremonies a look.

Liao Qing immediately stepped forward to ask for advice, "Dare to ask the master, why did you draw so many irrelevant faces?"

Tang Yin looked puzzled, "It's irrelevant, it's so close!" He swayed his arm and pointed to the woman on the barstool, "You see, she still has many faces, and what I have drawn is less than a tenth ......."

The demons looked at each other, and some senior demons knew that Grandma Bai Tomb had a hobby of "peeling the skin and taking her face for herself", and she chuckled in her heart, and suddenly understood-oh, dare to love this beauty is ......? cough!

However, where did this Tang Sang get the courage to dare to expose his shortcomings in person? Where did he get the mana to see the skin that his grandmother had never wore?

Liao Qing's face turned green with fright, "Don't you dare to talk nonsense...... Where did this girl come from with so many faces? In our eyes, there is always only one. ”

As he spoke, he waved to the audience, and the demons cooperated one after another, nodding yes in unison.

This time, Tang Yin was confused, "Really, but, how can I see it...... Oh, could it be that the wine is the one who is doing the trick?" he picked up the empty bowl from the table, sniffed and sniffed, and suddenly closed his eyes and stared, and in a moment—suddenly opened again!

"It's good!" he exclaimed, "It's not the novelty of the model, it's the wine that contains countless soul fragments—"

These words were so amazing that the monsters in the audience almost stared out their eyes, and some of them picked up their drinking utensils, looked left and right, tasted and smelled.

A voice shouted, "What the hell are you doing, Master Haifang, there is indeed something wrong with this wine!"

The owner of the sea shop turned pale, "Nonsense, I also drank this wine......

Another voice said, "It's not that you poisoned it, but there is indeed something unclean in this wine—where is the white boy? Come out and make a ......."

A white shadow came out from the back row, but it looked like a child, he was dressed in white, with a mourning hat on his head, and said crisply, "Good drop, look at me to verify!"

But I saw that he pinched his finger and offered a flag, which seemed to hang a banner on the long hook. Long tassels flutter in the wind, indescribably weird.

The white boy jumped up, sat cross-legged in the air, kept his body in a suspended state, closed his eyes and read, "One call for three souls, two calls for seven spirits, three voices gather and leave, all of them come to me; Walking!"

The white banner was stuck behind him, and suddenly it shook violently, and the air within a radius of 100 meters suddenly suffocated, as if something was instantly evacuated......

Immediately afterwards, there were terrible screams, and countless wisps of black smoke burst out from the wine jar that was placed everywhere in the field, first blindly rushing and stopping, as the white flags shook, they seemed to have finally found their target, and they all pounced on the flags from all directions!

The white boy twisted the ten fingers of his hands together, suddenly flipped upward, and conjured up the second set of fingers, and shouted in his mouth, "Grievances become evil, and they must not be reborn, and their suffering should be." If you are interested in reincarnation, please return to your place - the first to gather the souls, this boy will give you a ride!"

The black smoke seemed to have suddenly gained hope, and suddenly stopped howling bitterly, stopped in mid-air, turned their heads and opened their heads, and suddenly flew up in disorder.

Some are in bundles, some are in groups of five or six, and many more are single.

Bai Tongzi didn't open his eyes, raised his right hand to block his forehead, Du Yuan was attracted by the movement in the audience, and was looking at himself, and was startled by him - what are you doing?

No, Bai Tongzi didn't perform the Danyuan Dao Method, but when he saw that his palms suddenly cracked, he suddenly opened his third big eye!

The eyes were golden, gurgling and spinning, and the scales swept towards the remnants of the soul in the air. Every time it was illuminated, it immediately revealed an illusory face that seemed to be nothing.

These faces are all young and beautiful girls, but their expressions are all painful, tired and miserable, and I don't know how long they have been suppressed.

"Look at this, it's the same as the one in the upper left corner of Tang Sang's painting......" someone exclaimed.

"Look at that, it's the same as the second one in the bottom right corner......"

The faces were recognized, Tang Bohu did not scribble, but in the wine, he could no longer distinguish which was the model and which was the remnant soul, and he didn't know how he tasted it......

The owner of the sea square got up and said in a deep voice, "Take it all, this occasion is not suitable to play this." ”

When the white boy heard this, he trembled, closed the five fingers of his right hand, and held the eyes of the voyeur in the palm of his hand. His neck shook casually, and the flag behind him immediately began to spin rapidly, as if he had been ordered to do so. A pale green ripple spread out like boiling water on charcoal—and the remnants snorted, all of which turned from black smoke to white mist, and were swept away by the flags.

After casting the spell, the white boy opened his eyes and fell to the ground. The bride clutched her chest and said, "Oh, little brother, I'm scared to death my sister." You're so powerful...... Almost snatched my soul!"

The white boy bared his teeth, "My sister laughed." The conjuring banner only summons the naked soul, yours is still in the skin bag, and you can't run. ”

Gu Xuanniao also came over, approached curiously, and looked at the flag, "What about those resentful spirits, what are you going to do with it?"

"It's been dealt with. The white boy clapped his hands, took back the flag with a click, and did not know where to hide.

"Sister Bird, you don't have to abuse compassion. None of these souls were neat, and when they were killed, their souls did not escape from their skins, and they were crushed together...... No one can save it. I lured the remnant soul out of the bone china and turned it into basic soul material, which is equivalent to adding some fuel to the spirit flag. Next time I refine it, it will be easier. ”

The unexpected show ended, and more than 100 demons were nervous and excited, and they talked about each other.

Liao Qing on the stage was full of embarrassment, "Okay, please return to your seats and sit down, and the game will continue...... That, Tang San, if you continue to paint yours, I won't say anything. ”

When Tang Yin heard this, he suddenly threw the brush in his hand, tore off the high bun on his head, and said with a cloak, "Haha, haha, hahaha-the world only says that the world is good, and it is homesick when you enter the underworld." How do you know that there are dangers everywhere, and there is no place to protect peace in the world!"

He grabbed the jar and looked in, "Girls, you have nowhere to live in your life, and you will not have peace after death. It's good now, even the remnant soul is not protected, only a few wisps of cherry fragrance remain, it is better to enter my belly, in exchange for a moment of good fortune. You're all going to be—"

After speaking, he raised the wine jar and drank the remaining remnants of wine in one go, without spilling a drop.

With a bang, the empty wine jar fell to the ground, and the bone china fell into eight petals.

That Tang Xie Yuan sang and danced and twisted to the backstage, singing the famous sentence of the former Tang Qinglian monk in his mouth, "Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful." Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats-"

This tune is very pathetic, and the pronunciation is in the soft language of Wu Nong of Suzhou Mansion of the Celestial Empire. There is nothing that the Fusang demons can understand, but Du Yuan's voice is in his ears, and his heart is like a mirror.

Yes, Brother Bohu is also gone, but the painting is left.

Du Yuan took a deep breath, never stopped in his hand, and concentrated on depicting one stroke at a time.

From time to time, I also glanced at the model, as if the thunder could not move, no matter how Mount Tai collapsed.

This professional ethics as a painter moved the beauty.

She was gentle, straightened the folds of the kimono with her jade hands, returned to dignified again, occasionally met Du Yuan's eyes, and sent a smile of approval.

She laughed, and he laughed.

The two seemed unmoved by the chaos and were surprisingly polite.

Phew- The gong sounded, and the time was up.

The lanterns were not extinguished, and the only two paintings were placed side by side, hanging separately.

Du Yuan and the models all got up as usual, stood on the edge of the stage with their hands down, and let the audience judge.

The demons were silent for a long time, and then exchanged heads and ears, and finally, the public recommended the master of the sea to conclude on his behalf.

The owner of the sea square got up and shook his robe, straightened his clothes, and said awe-inspiringly, "After discussion, the audience gave the following conclusion: Mr. Bohu's work, magnificent and majestic, adding a lot of improvisational elements, although talented, but in terms of portraits, it is a little off-topic...... Toussaint's works are abided by the right path, rigorous and standardized, and have a high degree of restoration. Therefore, I announce that the final winner of this 'Writing Ceremony' is Mr. Du Yuan!"

The butterfly-winged white fans waved in unison again, and although the scene was not enthusiastic, it was also with the joy that it was finally over, and it seemed that everyone was a little tired.

Du Yuan's face was shocked, revealing an excited expression, as if he couldn't believe that he had won.

He was aware of the amusement and grabbed Liao Qing by the shoulder, "Oh buy ga, oh buy ga! Is this true? I won?"

The performance was so precise that it could be scored 12 points. Liao Qing, as the master of ceremonies, is looking forward to this effect, if it is replaced by Da Vinci's state of never being yin or yang, he really doesn't know how to end.

Liao Qing immediately hugged Du Yuan, "That's right, that's right! You won! Wait, I'll give you an award right away——"

With a wave of his long sleeves, an attendant immediately came to the stage and brought a rectangular brocade box.

Liao Qing greeted him, opened the brocade box, carefully took out a swarthy and heavy metal plate, and held it high, "A fragment of the immortal weapon given by the white tomb grandmother can be used as a paperweight on the painter's desk, which is extremely honorable and rare in the world, and is now awarded to the champion - Mr. Du Yuan!"

Du Yuan took it with both hands, shook it again and again, and made an acceptance speech with a look of honor and tears in his eyes.

"Thank you to the people of Fusang, to the distinguished judges, to the members of the organizing committee, and to Grandma Baifen...... Thank you to Toshu Sai-san and Miyazaki-san who brought me here to the meeting, this is an unexpected bonus, I will cherish it! Thank you, thank you, I love you!"

The excitement is confusing with the real and the false, so it is difficult to discern.

Liao Qing was quite satisfied, and added with a smile, "There is another surprise for you, Grandma Bai Tomb said, the champion can make a wish, and the organizing committee will immediately realize it for you! Don't worry, the demon venerables present are all powerful, only you can't think of it, there is no ...... they can't do."

Du Yuan's hand holding the paperweight shook, and his eyes showed eager desire, "Really!......? You're welcome?"

"You're welcome! I must have a nice and big house. Liao Qing looked envious.

Out of the corner of Du Yuan's eye, he caught a glimpse of the edge of the curtain, and Tezuka Sasatsu was pointing at his own big nose, and his mouth seemed to say, "Release the hostages!"

So he nodded, and said, "Well—I want ......," he stretched out his right hand and pointed to his side, "I want this handmaid." ”

Liao Qing's face froze, obviously he never expected it. He opened and closed his mouth twice and said with difficulty, "This...... That, huh...... How about changing one? How about changing ten!?"

"No, I want this, she's my lucky charm. Du Yuan was very persistent, revealing his perseverance. "If it's hard to do it, then I'll just want her to sleep for the night—that's fine, right?"

Liao Qing's expression can be described as very exciting, and he changed seven or eight colors in an instant.

"The slave is willing. The peerless beauty standing on the side suddenly spoke, "The slave admires the talents of the Celestial Empire, is willing to serve for one night, and asks Liao Qing for permission." ”

Liao Qing's jaw almost fell to the ground, but he caught it with his hands.

"Oh, if you want...... The night is short, and in the blink of an eye it will be almost dawn, Toussaint, you can just follow her, she is very familiar with the palace. ”

Somehow, when Liao Qing said this, there was a bit of hidden pity in his eyes.