Painting must be done carefully.

Bai Yujun can't understand wild or crazy painters, maybe Benlong's artistic conception is not enough.

For example, the madman screams and splashes ink randomly. Such painting techniques should belong to metaphysics, relying on the so-called artistic conception to make every drop of ink fall just right. Of course, if you can't understand it anyway, it is because your realm is too low.

It's rainy, wet and cold.

Thunder rumbled.

Yaotian ancient town outside the city.

The bluestone roads on both sides of the waterway are worn smooth, and the mottled old white walls are soaked by mist and rain.

The town has faded away from its prosperity, leaving only tranquility. The weeping willows are even more green in the wind and rain. At the door, a civet cat paws and squints.

There is a dilapidated old house with water dripping from the eaves and a young scholar sleeping at the desk in front of the window. The shabby house has only four walls. Apart from this grassy house, there are only snakes, insects, rats and ants for company.

The scholar's surname was Zhang Mingyao, whose family fell into decline.

He prefers painting.

However, a certain sentence can be used everywhere.

A loser's reasoning is just like farting, a successful person's farting is all reasoning. Before success, no one will care no matter how good his painting skills are. In the Jinshan painter competition, Zhang Yao was too depressed and had no chance to show off.

Therefore, it made sense for Bai to change his knight costume and become a rich man.

Zhang Yao tried painting a dragon, and the appearance was as lifelike as life. However, he always felt that something was missing.

I was puzzled, exhausted, and took a nap at my desk. Suddenly, the fragrant breeze hit me...

"Mr. Zhang...Mr. Zhang..."

Listening to the voice in a daze.

When I woke up, I felt my arms were numb and my neck was sore.

"Who...?"

Rubbing the greasy face, he looked back at the door.

No one was there, so I shook my head and smiled bitterly, thinking I was still dreaming. The wet wind hit my face, and I felt uncomfortable with the sticky clothes sticking to my body. I suddenly trembled and quickly put away the paper on the table in front of the window. It would be useless in the rain.

A piece of paper fell under the table, Zhang Yao squatted and got under the table to pick up the paper.

Stretching your arms as hard as you can, you feel that your face is about to be squeezed out of shape, and you can almost pick it up.

"Mr. Zhang? It's a pity that he's not very smart at such a young age."

"..."

On the edge of the table, half of Zhang Yao's face was revealed, which had been squeezed out of shape.

Outside the window, a beautiful girl is lying on the windowsill.

So beautiful...

I'm at a loss for words to think of words of praise.

Compared with the oiran in the city, the difference between clouds and mud is rare in the world, but what happened to the antlers and sharp ears on his head? Could it be that he is still in a dream and has not woken up?

"Boy, I'm here to negotiate a deal with you. How about one hundred taels of silver? Are you particularly excited?"

"Business and trade..."

Zhang Yao stood up, but was knocked by the table.

"Can you please stand up? At least you should be polite when treating guests."

Get up in a panic.

Looking again, it still has antlers and pointed ears.

I vaguely saw a tail behind the girl outside the window, a tail covered with white scales...

As if being struck by five thunders, her thoughts were interrupted and she was trembling, monster... monster! There was a monster outside the window. Will she eat herself? Will she destroy the town?

Bai rolled his eyes.

A small hand condensed a water ball and hit him in the face.

"Hey! Why don't you wake up quickly and use the Awakening Technique!"

In an instant, Zhang Yao's head was completely clear and he was spinning quickly. He quickly stood up with an impressive look, but unfortunately the trembling in his calves gave him away.

"Fairy... fairy... what can you teach me..."

"I don't dare to take it seriously. I have a deal here to paint a dragon. However, the other party's price is too low to please me. So, I hire you to paint a dragon with a salary of one hundred taels of silver. Do you think about it?"

When it came to painting, Zhang Yao immediately forgot about his situation and returned to his state.

"How does a girl know that I am good at painting?"

"Because I am a god."

Bai Yujun's answer was of course, he came here with the skill of looking at Qi. As he said, with only ten taels of gold, you can't buy Benlong's paintings at all, but no matter how thin the tip of a needle is, it is still iron. How can the meat residue fly away from the mouth? The so-called engineering

Subcontracting has become the first choice, even if it is subcontracted, it must be of high quality.

I accidentally discovered Zhang Yao, a poor scholar who lived in a poor family. He had the best painting skills in a thousand miles away.

He covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, looking at the desolate old house and shaking his head.

Turn over the cloth bag.

Take out a piece of red leaf lipstick and lightly smear it, then rouge your lips.

Give him some time to think. As a mortal, his thinking speed is too slow. Just touch up his makeup to pass the boring time.

I threw away the red leaves, took out the bronze mirror and looked around, I was very satisfied.

Finally, Zhang Yao agreed to paint.

"A dragon is a mythical beast. It moves clouds and rains. It can rise and disappear. I only know about it in classics and legends. I have never seen it with my own eyes. How can I draw it?"

"Can I understand that as long as you see it, you can draw it?"

"That's right, it's difficult to paint a dragon or a god, otherwise it's just empty talk."

Hearing this, Moubai nodded.

Very nice and professional.

He tilted his head and smiled charmingly at Zhang Yao, floating lightly in the air.

"Fairy..."

Zhang Yao thought that Bai Yujun was leaving, so he hurriedly pushed the table away and stood in front of the window, unable to move his eyes away. Whether in a dream or in a dream, it was rare in his life to meet the goddess of heaven. If he took a few more glances, he might be able to paint a masterpiece. What a rare opportunity.

Maybe the opportunity to achieve success is today!

The goddess slowly flew into the sky, the wind, rain and thunder became quiet, and the dark clouds gathered and rolled.

Sudden.

The beautiful goddess transformed into a white dragon!

Zhang Yao swore that this was the most beautiful divine object he had ever seen in his life while swimming through clouds and mist. Ordinary people would only find it shocking and majestic, but he could see some kind of special beauty, swimming and soaring, and the artistic conception was indescribable.

Diving down suddenly!

When it falls outside the window, it turns back into a woman in white.

"Can you see clearly?"

"Zhang has seen clearly..."

"Okay, here are the 20 taels of deposit and pen and ink. Let's set off immediately to paint at the Jinshan Temple outside the city. After the work is completed, we will pay another 80 taels of silver."

"As soon as it's settled, Zhang will leave now."

"Very good. The contract has been made. If you go back on it, you will pay a terrible price."

Put down the silver pen and ink, keep smiling, turn around and lose sight of it instantly, as if it was really a dream.

Boom!

Electric snakes fell to the earth, and thunder exploded deafeningly.

"ah……"

Zhang Yao was awakened by the thunder, looked up at the dark clouds and rain outside the window, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I didn't expect it was really a dream in the mist. Alas, the beauty's voice, face, and smile are still before my eyes. Unfortunately, I woke up from the dream. I hope I can draw her, but who can prove to me that the fairy once stopped outside the window."

Dejected, he stood up and closed the window.

Suddenly the whole body stiffened!

With his eyes wide open, his gaze was attracted by a red leaf on the windowsill!

"this……"

The small lip prints on the red leaves are clear and conspicuous.
To be continued...