On the street of Nanli Main Island, Huangxian was still sitting behind the table, waiting for someone to grab the metal ball in her hand.
A handsome man sat down opposite Huangxian, stretched out his hand to hold the metal ball, and looked at Huangxian with a pair of eyes as bright as stars: "Junior sister, your grace is really surprising, I
Zhao Chuan's paintings have been read by countless people throughout his life, but he has never seen someone as fresh and refined as his junior sister, with a fairy-like character. It is really amazing. I wonder if I will have the honor to paint a portrait for my junior sister.
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Zhao Chuanhua thought to himself: "If we talk about how to do it, women are naturally the easiest to do it. It only requires a few sweet words, and we don't want her to come to the door automatically, and we can't even drive her away."
Zhao Chuanhua has had too many such experiences. With his beautiful appearance and temperament, a little girl like this cannot resist his charm at all.
"If you want to challenge, please start. If you don't want to challenge, please get out of the way." Huangxian looked at Zhao Chuanhua calmly, without the shyness and obsession of the girl that Zhao Chuanhua imagined.
"Ahem, this junior sister, I'm Zhao Chuanhua from Lihuo Island. His painting skills are somewhat unpopular among the academy. I was given the nickname Mr. Fu Hua. I believe it won't disgrace your fairy-like temperament and appearance, junior sister.
." Zhao Chuanhua thought that Huangxian didn't know about his reputation for painting skills, so he quickly reported it to his family.
Except for the Red Dragon Sage, others only know that he has great painting skills, is good at painting portraits, and is good at making charms. Coupled with his handsome appearance, he has a reputation as a charm painter in the academy.
I don't know how many female disciples regard Zhao Chuanhua as the lover of their dreams, and are eager to get the portrait painted by him.
"Zhao Chuanhua from Lihuo Island, nicknamed Mr. Fu Hua, has average martial arts training and is good at making charms." Huangxian looked at Zhao Chuanhua and said.
"It turns out that junior sister also knows that I am using my reputation as a bad name, so I am laughing." Zhao Chuanhua secretly rejoiced: "Women are indeed noble on the outside, but they are passionate in their hearts. They have already found out everything about me, and I am afraid that they have long wanted to die.
into my arms."
"Junior sister...I..." Zhao Chuanhua was about to talk about painting a portrait for Huangxian, but was interrupted by Huangxian speaking first.
"Your martial arts skills are too poor. I'm not interested in spells either, so please give in." Huangxian said matter-of-factly.
Zhao Chuanhua's face suddenly changed. He was ashamed and angry, and his beautiful face turned red. He secretly endured it and showed a charming smile in a pretentious manner: "Junior sister, I want to draw a portrait of you.
If junior sister is willing, I am willing to give ten holy spells as reward. I wonder what junior sister wants?"
The disciples watching around suddenly expressed their surprise: "Who created the ten holy charms with such great skill?"
"You don't even know him. He is Zhao Chuanhua, the master of talisman painting. He is good at making talismans. The talismans he draws are at least top-grade. If the scribe disciple next to him wants to draw a holy talisman, it depends on the time, place and people.
He, I don’t know how long it will take to produce one. His painting skills are so superb that he can produce a holy item within less than a hundred years of spelling. It is far beyond the comparison of ordinary disciples."
"Ah, he is the Fu Painting Master who is known as the most beautiful talent in Nanli? How can he be so handsome and have such a generous hand?"
"It's so irritating to see people compare to each other. You see, Mr. Talisman Painter is so good-looking and his painting skills are so superb. Painting sacred charms is like playing. It's really unfair."
"..."
Hearing the Nanli disciples talking about him, Zhao Chuanhua felt proud and looked at Huangxian with sparkling eyes, thinking: "Add ten holy charms to your own charm. No female disciple can resist this temptation. This
Cihuangxian still doesn’t obediently let him paint a portrait.”
"Didn't you hear what I just said? Don't waste my time." What Huang Xian said made Zhao Chuanhua feel as if he had been showered with ice water. He couldn't control his emotions. His smile froze.
For a moment.
"Haha, Mr. Fu Hua sometimes feels embarrassed in front of women. It's really satisfying."
"She looks like a sissy. How could a discerning woman like such a sissy?"
"This junior sister is so awesome, I like it."
"I don't know which college this junior sister is a disciple of. She is so unique."
The male disciples were all happy. Being able to see a rich and handsome man like Mr. Fu Hua being embarrassed naturally made most of the male disciples who were also men feel happy.
Even if his own conditions are no worse than Mr. Fu Hua, he is still quite happy to see Mr. Fu Hua get into trouble.
Zhao Chuanhua had never been humiliated like this in front of a woman. He suppressed the resentment in his heart and still smiled and said: "That's right. The ten holy charms have really insulted my junior sister's heavenly appearance. I deserve to die."
As he spoke, Zhao Chuanhua summoned a spiritual pen that was as bright as jade and as thick as a cloud. He then took out a square of ink as black as night, an ancient inkstone, and a piece of spiritual paper as white as snow.
Placed squarely on the table.
"This pen is a sacred spiritual pen of the scribe level, called Huahun Brush; this ink is also a sacred product, named Guantian Ye Mo; this inkstone is also a sacred product, named Huaye
Inkstone; Needless to say, this paper is also a piece of sacred spiritual paper, called three-point paper."
After Zhao Chuanhua proudly introduced his four treasures, he looked at Huangxian with seemingly deep affection and said, "I, Zhao Chuanhua, am truly blessed to be able to see my junior sister's face as a fairy that does not belong to the human world today.
, If I am lucky enough to be able to draw a portrait for my junior sister today, I will have no regrets in this life. I am afraid that it will be difficult to have better works in the future, and it will be difficult to have the thought of drawing portraits with others again. In addition to the three-point paper, the other three things are left.
It was useless, so I gave it to my junior sister. I wonder if my junior sister is willing to let me draw this final painting?"
The onlookers were shocked when they heard Zhao Chuanhua's words. Not to mention that Zhao Chuanhua's autographed portrait was already worth a lot of money, but these three holy items were priceless.
Although these three holy items are more popular and slightly more valuable than holy weapons such as swords and armor, the value of these three items is definitely more than an ordinary holy weapon and armor.
And if you really meet the right person, such as someone who is good at spells like Zhao Chuanhua, the price of these three holy items may not be lower than that of ordinary holy swords.
He was actually willing to pay such a price to paint a painting for Huang Xian, and even said that he would no longer paint portraits after this painting. The price paid by Zhao Chuanhua was so great that many people were moved by it.
"This time you were still moved and cried bitterly, crying and begging me to paint for you." Zhao Chuanhua put on the posture of a love saint and painter, but he was secretly planning in his heart, waiting to finish painting the portrait.
How to deal with Phoenix Immortal and get back his three holy items?
"Okay, then it's settled." Huang Xian looked at the three holy items and nodded.
Zhao Chuanhua was immediately overjoyed: "Hey, little girl, you finally took the bait. I don't believe I can't deal with you."