Not to mention that the city lord couldn't see through Shen Fengshu, even the seven female monks who came to observe and the people around Shen Fengshu couldn't guess what Shen Fengshu was thinking right now.
He had just asked the middle-aged female cultivator who was working as a model to turn her back to him. Shen Fengshu couldn't even see her face from the direction he was painting. He couldn't even see her face. How should she paint?
Are you trying to be mysterious? Or are you giving up on yourself? Do you still want to finish painting?
A group of people were puzzled, but Shen Fengshu didn't care about anything else and just started painting. As soon as he started painting, Shen Fengshu entered a state of unity of spirit, energy and spirit. No matter who was outside or what was going on, the world would collapse and the earth would fall apart. He didn't care about the thunder and lightning at the moment. The only one in front of him showed a trace of fatigue.
There is nothing else like a beautiful female cultivator. Fatigue is not physical fatigue, but psychological fatigue. When a trace of crow's feet appears in the corners of the eyes, it also means that the senior in front of you actually feels tired in her heart. That is You can’t see the fatigue ahead on the path of spiritual practice, that’s why
There was a hint of fatigue in my mood.
Shen Zhen and Chen Yiyan were in a similar situation back then. They couldn't see the future, so they had no choice but to give up and become rich among mortals and live in wealth until their old age.
Under the gaze of seven pairs of beautiful eyes of seven female monks, the beautiful figure in Shen Fengshu's pen finally gradually took shape.
A curve that makes pure people's blood boil, a back that makes people blush just by looking at it, a bit of lazy style, and a bit of indescribable expectations are clearly expressed in this back view.
However, this is not the most amazing thing. What touches everyone's hearts the most is that Shen Fengshu erected a mirror in front of the beautiful woman. The beautiful woman's face and frontal body were so beautifully displayed there. In a mirror.
This is not a real mirror. There is no mirror opposite the beautiful model. It is completely Shen Fengshu's uncanny painting method, which vividly creates the feeling of a mirror. The beauty in the mirror has a hint of mature charm and a little bit of a star. She has the temperament of a royal sister, and there seems to be a little regret in her eyebrows. She raised her delicate hands slightly, as if she wanted to grab something, but she didn't grab anything. Only a few slender fingers were half stretched out.
, to show a kind of thrilling beauty. The beauty itself has slender hands, which is very pleasing to the eye. It happens that the fingers of the female nun in front of me are really beautiful. Even the other female nuns and Xiaomei who came together will take a sneak peek intentionally or unintentionally. , but at this moment, Shen Fengshu’s beauty picture captured this
The advantage is maximized. Even if you don't look at the face, just looking at half of the hand is enough to make ordinary people's hearts flutter. We know that Shen Feng is excellent in calligraphy and painting, especially in painting beauties, but most of us just learn from Sister Liu and the City Lord. I have heard about oral descriptions, but I haven’t had the chance to see the real pictures of Xiao Shen Tan Hua’s beauty. Now I’m watching on the spot and watching Shen Feng Shu go from
When the painting has reached this point, no one will doubt it anymore.
At this moment, the girls were thinking more about how to calm down the impact of their not-too-polite observation. Perhaps the thank-you gifts for the beauty pictures they had agreed to before would need to be upgraded to a higher level.
Like the previous beauty paintings, Shen Fengshu still left the eyes of the person in the painting blank, waiting for the female model to feel her own breath before completing the final touch.
"This is...me?" When the middle-aged female cultivator walked to the painting desk and was about to take a breath, she couldn't help but gasp when she saw the beautiful woman in the painting. She was so surprised that she was afraid that she would be disappointed if she made a mistake. , even her voice began to tremble. She was so beautiful! Moreover, the person in the painting showed such a gentle and pleasant temperament that the middle-aged female nun in the painting could not believe her own eyes. She was just a Just adding a mirror to your back can turn all sentient beings upside down.
Allure?
"Not yet!" Shen Fengshu replied in a very scandalous manner. This answer shows that Shen Fengshu is definitely a straight man with no brains. If he is a prodigal at this time, he must be willing to follow the beauty's wishes. Sweet words and sweet words, followed by greetings and greetings, success is in the heart of a beautiful woman
It left an excellent impression, unlike his cold and straight denial.
"No?" The middle-aged female cultivator was stunned, dumbfounded on the spot, and let herself pose for a long time. The facial features and body shapes painted were all her own, but she said no?
"Senior still needs to absorb his own aura, and only after completing the last few strokes." Shen Fengshu smiled warmly, and suddenly made a turn, giving the middle-aged female cultivator a big surprise. Only a fool would do this. Shen Fengshu is now a top artist using that low-level method of flirting with girls. How can the artist's techniques be as tasteless as those of ordinary people? What's more, there are seven beauties around who are eyeing them eagerly. I'm tired of doing it in front of them.
That fake show?
"What should I do?" the middle-aged female cultivator couldn't wait and asked impatiently. Under Shen Fengshu's guidance, the middle-aged female cultivator pointed her index fingers at the position of the beauty's eyes in the painting, and fell into herself. There was a lot of breath. Because I was so excited, I let in a lot of breath, and I was scared by myself.
Jump, if you ruin this beautiful picture because of your excitement, you will really regret it.
Phew! Fortunately, the paper used for this painting was not simple, and he was unscathed by the explosive aura, which made all the girls feel lucky.
While the girls were surprised, excited and worried, Shen Fengshu quickly picked up the pen, brushed and brushed, and finished the last few finishing touches. As soon as he finished painting, the familiar aura of heaven and earth came again. The few female cultivators around are all highly advanced. Although the flower pen can allow the energy of heaven and earth to enter Shen Fengshu's body very secretly, at such a close distance, the energy of heaven and earth can gather together.
But they couldn't hide it from the other girls. They were all senior monks who were infinitely more advanced than Shen Fengshu. They naturally understood that this was the feedback from the world after Shen Fengshu's painting. In other words, regardless of Shen Fengshu's painting, they What do you think? At least Shen Fengshu has reached a very high level.
Ming's level and Shen Fengshu's painting skills are all more and more high. When a pair of bright eyes are pointed in the mirror, the woman in the painting is looking forward to it, as if she is coming to life. The mood of wanting to keep something but having no choice is vivid. On the paper, the middle-aged female cultivator only took one look at it and couldn't help herself anymore. She looked at her painting infatuatedly.
In the portrait of a beautiful woman, her eyes cannot be turned away, her fingers want to touch her, but she dare not, and her hesitant mood is obvious to all.
Not to mention the middle-aged female nuns, even the seven female nuns watching nearby were affected by the emotions in the painting, and for a moment they wished they could replace it with their own bodies.
"Alas!" Shen Fengshu couldn't help but sigh when he saw the middle-aged female cultivator. He picked up his pen and began to write an inscription on the painting. This action immediately attracted everyone's attention, but the city lord not far away saw it. There is anxiety in the eyes. It is obvious that Shen Fengshu's painting has been very good, beautiful enough, beautiful enough, and the emotions are expressed appropriately, which makes the middle-aged female cultivator very satisfied.
. Shouldn’t the pen be closed immediately at this time? Why bother to write the inscription at this time? Isn’t this superfluous and unnecessary? The middle-aged female cultivator has only a few days left, and her cultivation is also declining. At a time when her mood is low and she is worried about gains and losses, she can’t write more than a few words at most. With a lifespan of ten years, the gap between life and death has not been broken yet. The beauty in the painting is sad but not sad, resentful but not angry, and her sadness is persistent and beautiful. It is really just right.
There are benefits. Once the inscription destroys the artistic conception of the painting, triggers endless sorrow in the future, or brings back the past sad things of the middle-aged female nun, making the middle-aged female nun dissatisfied, even the city lord may not be able to stop the female nun's anger. This For a moment, the city lord was so anxious that he
Dian rushed forward and snatched the pen from Shen Fengshu's hand.
Unfortunately, no matter how anxious the city lord was, he could only think about it and didn't even move his feet. He could only watch helplessly as Shen Feng wrote a line in the book, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.
"The most beautiful thing can't be saved in the world. A beautiful woman can say goodbye to a flower in the mirror or a tree." Wang Guowei's words were lightly left in a blank corner of the screen. Unlike the Lord of the City, who was worried about gains and losses, when the few female cultivators observing this sentence saw this sentence, they Qi Qi's delicate body trembled unexpectedly. He looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror in the painting, then looked at the sentence, and thought about the middle-aged female cultivator herself. This sentence and this painting were actually like this.
It was so seamless and natural. At this moment, there was no other poem in their minds that could compare with this sentence. They just felt that all the wonderful poems they had seen in the past were so bland and boring. Strange, dull and tasteless, this painting is
It can only go with this poem.
Xiao Shen Tanhua's talent and painting skills were astonishing, surpassing the best they could imagine before. Everyone sighed in their hearts, they even ignored Shen Fengshu's awe-inspiring aura entering their bodies.
Onlookers all had this view, not to mention the middle-aged female cultivator who was in the middle of the situation. Others thought that she would lament the misery of life and death because of her lack of cultivation, but who knew that what she really cared about was never life and death.
As soon as this sentence came out, the middle-aged female cultivator had only one feeling in her heart, Xiao Shen Tanhua understands me! The world is in a hurry, time flies, youth is easy to pass, and time is easy to grow old. I just don’t know if I can keep this in a few years. The beauty of the country is beautiful and fragrant. The middle-aged female nun was also frustrated, so she looked around for the best beauty painter.
I just wanted to leave a memory and heard the legend of Xiao Shen exploring flowers, so I came here because of its fame.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Shen Tanhua, at such a young age, had such sharp eyes that he could see through his own thoughts at a glance, and left such a beautiful painting for himself, as well as this sentence that touched his heart.
It turns out that in this world, after all, there is someone who understands and understands himself. The feeling of meeting a close friend in the mountains and rivers is even more intoxicating than simply painting oneself beautifully.
"The worst thing is that you can't keep it in the world, and the beauty of beauty quits the mirror and the flowers quit the tree."
I chewed this poem again in my heart. Suddenly, the middle-aged female cultivator felt that the world is so beautiful. She really didn't want to grow old, didn't want to become a chicken-skinned person, and didn't want to wait in despair. Fall into ruin.
Since I have already accepted my fate before, why not try again to see if I can keep this beautiful face? Anyway, the worst result is to grow old and wait for death, right?
As the middle-aged female cultivator exuded a powerful aura, the city lord and several observing female cultivators couldn't help but widen their eyes. How could this aura, this aura, feel like condensing pills? Wasn't she already
