Ning Xuemo was a little embarrassed. With such a small request, she naturally won't sing against the other party again.

took the opportunity to break away from Ji Yunhuang's hand and walked over.

Ji Yunhuang was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to be afraid of something, and finally shut up. only told Ning Xuemo behind his back: "Xue Mo, be careful"

Ning Xuemo didn't look back, only gestured back with a scissor hand to prove that she understood.

She finally saw the painting that Han Shanyue had just drawn. There was a sudden movement in my heart

It is a half-painted landscape map, the mountains are stacked, the height is different, the clouds cover the fog, in the midst of the mountains, there is a waterfall, the waterfall is strange and rocky

This was actually a bit like the scenery she had seen after the illusion of the ninth peak of Tianshu Mountain disappeared

Ning Xuemo raised her eyes and looked at the Hanshan Yue Master beside her, looking over from her position, this master's face was still a little blurry, and at such a close distance, she still couldn't see his face clearly

A thought suddenly came to Ning Xuemo's mind.

This Master of the Cold Mountain Moon can't be the Nine Venerables Transfiguration

She was startled by the thought of herself, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Han Shanyue didn't look at her, but only ordered: "Grind." ”

The palm of his hand fell on the half-painted piece of paper, and a faint white smoke suddenly came out of the paper, and the entire paper disappeared in an instant.

Ning Xuemo: "Why did you ruin this painting" She was a little distressed, that painting had both form and spirit, she wanted to see the second glance at the first glance, and after reading the second glance, she actually had the illusion of being there

Although Ning Xuemo doesn't know how to paint very well, it should be a successful work that can easily bring people into the artistic conception of painting, what a pity it is to give it to her, she can still sell it for a lot of money

"It's dirty." Han Shanyue replied succinctly with two words.

The painting boy next to him also showed a distressed look on his face. They are child prodigies who paint, and they are genius little painters, and this time they were invited by the teahouse to help this master of Hanshan Yue, and they are naturally very willing to come.

Just now I saw Han Shanyue painting, watching him walk the dragon and snake, and the landscape appeared as if he was alive under his pen, and they were fascinated

Although only half of the painting was completed, it was already a peerless treasure in their eyes, but they didn't expect this master to destroy it if he said it

They didn't even see where the stain was

Thinking about it, it was the sudden noise of these two people that disturbed the master and destroyed this peerless work

The two boys glared at Ning Xuemo with great resentment.

Ning Xuemo didn't see it, but smiled: "It's just a small flaw, why should the master be so perfect?"

At this time, the two painting boys had already re-unfolded a piece of drawing paper and laid it out.

Ning Xuemo is also a nimble hand and foot, she inked the ink in three or two clicks, for some reason, the ink was like biting her hand, she had just finished the ink, and her fingertips inexplicably broke a small hole. She couldn't stop it, and another drop of blood dripped into the ink.

"I'll grind it again" Ning Xuemo knew that the painting saint in front of her was a perfectionist, and she resigned herself to wanting to pour out the ink that was stained with her blood.

"It doesn't matter." Han Shanyue raised her hand and pressed it on the inkstone.

Ning Xuemo couldn't withdraw, and was pressed on the back of his hand.

His palms were as cold as ice, Ning Xuemo was shivering from the cold, and he frowned and was about to withdraw.

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