"Hehe, please. X" Liu Zongyang arched his hand and smiled at everyone.

Song Lian and the others hugged their fists one after another, and everyone made a polite appearance.

Zhang Wuji was the only one standing in front of the stage at this time, frowning silently, as if he was thinking about something.

Gao Qi, who was not far from Zhang Wuji, looked at Zhang Wuji suspiciously and asked, "Master Zhang, what are you...... What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for inspiration. Zhang Wuji said after a long silence.

"Inspiration?—Isn't this inspiration already a rough outline, and then polished with pen and ink?, what kind of inspiration are you looking for now?" Gao Qi asked as he looked at Zhang Wuji suspiciously.

"This inspiration is called Pick Better. After Zhang Wuji said this, he stopped speaking, lowered his head and frowned in contemplation.

Gao Qi was really confused, what kind of inspiration is better to choose? It's really a funny joke, saying that he seems to have a lot of inspiration.

Gao Qi smiled helplessly and shook his head, and said secretly in his heart: This head is mysterious, and I don't know what painting can be made.

Zhang Wuji ignored them, and at this time, his mind quickly flashed the face of the island woman, and he picked out the one he thought was the most beautiful.

These island women, if they don't make those films, they do have a face that captivates the country and the city, just like Sister Cang, isn't Sister Cang as beautiful as a girl when she wears clothes?

However, Sister Cang is already of a certain age and has already closed the mountain, so Zhang Wuji didn't plan to paint Sister Cang.

After thinking about it for a while, Miss Hata's drooping twin peaks were not very good-looking, and Miss Takizawa's teeth were not good-looking, so he finally set his sights on Ryo Hashimoto.

Ryo Hashimoto, a famous island beauty, has acted in works such as pure girls, charming teachers, and seductive uniforms, the most memorable thing for Zhang Wouji is a pure dress, with hair gently pulled to his ears, biting his red lips to reveal his teeth, and his eyes are charming like water.

Her figure is very exquisite, the twin peaks are round, convex and backward, Zhang Wuji saw Hashimoto Liang Wudao and spent ten yuan to buy it from the micro-business.

That night, I couldn't sleep all night, and I hurt my children and grandchildren.

As for the male lead...... Who do you want to draw? The handsome guys we know at the moment can't always draw modern big stars, right?

But in this ancient time, he had ever seen the most handsome ...... Hey, there it is, Lao Temple is silent.

As soon as he thought of the ten-day beggar journey that Lao Si Lonely brought him before, he especially wanted to make Lao Si Lonely famous, and Lao Si Lonely was a seven-foot man, and his face was also handsome.

Drawing a picture of a wolf shooting the sun or an old man driving should also be very charming, right?

With this in mind, Zhang Wuji immediately picked up a slender paintbrush, and the tip of the brush was outlined by him as a long line, the front of the line was high, the middle was concave, and the micro end was high.

There are also two long and convex lines below, which are concave in the middle and then pulled down.

Master Li and Evian stood beside Zhang Wouji, looking at what Zhang Wouji had drawn, and immediately looked at it with a speechless look.

It's really painting? It's a ghost drawing, okay? And it's a single line, really.

Zhang Wuji didn't pay attention to their speechlessness, but according to the ideas in his mind, he drew a picture of Ryo Hashimoto kneeling beside the bed from the side position of an old man driving, and Lao Si Lin held Ryo Hashimoto's waist with both hands, and the unknown object of his lower body wanted to probe into the unknown place of Ryo Hashimoto.

With his pen sketching, the drawings were infinitely enlarged, and slowly formed a window, outside which snowflakes began to be painted.

A rough wooden building appeared, and a little ink was floating on the outside of the wooden building, which looked like it was dotted randomly, and it was of different sizes.

Zhang Wou-Ki sketched two women in the main gate of the wooden building, and the two women were painted in black ink to form an ugly cloud of ink.

Zhang Wuji wrote the word "" on the plaque.

This is not the end, Zhang Wuji exchanged for other brushes and began to retouch, polish, and drop a pen.

But this picture fell in the eyes of Master Li and Evian, it was really a mess, and there was no visibility at all.

Looking up at Gao Qi's picture again, snowflakes began to float on the painting at this time, and under these snowflakes, there was a winter plum blooming, and the plum blossoms were very beautiful.

Under the plum blossoms, a pair of men and women are hugging me and me, hugging and hugging, so unloving.

Behind him is a green building, but there are many people in the green building, and they would rather hug in the snow than be invaded by the hustle and bustle.

It can be seen that Gao Qi is also a person who really yearns for a quiet life, he will be in the wind and snow, but he hopes that those who really understand him, and those who don't understand him, he would rather stay away.

Looking in the direction of Liu Zongyang, at this time, the person on the painting is himself, and in his arms, a beautiful woman is nestled on him.

However, everyone's eyes were sharp, and they all saw Liu Zongyang's painting himself, and his big hand seemed to reach into the collar of He Fanmeng in the painting, revealing a touch of white roundness.

Evian looked at other people's paintings, and any of them's drawings were much better than Zhang Wuji's, and then they looked at Zhang Wuji's, and they didn't have the heart to look at them.

Because Zhang Wuji's paintings look too monotonous, either they are just a stroke of ink or a touch of waxy yellow, and the snowflakes on the outside are even more outrageous, and they are a little black, and there are no snowflakes at all.

"Childe, let's stop drawing, it's so embarrassing!" Evian seemed to notice that the others were pointing at Zhang Wuji's paintings, and laughing at what the hell Zhang Wuji had drawn.

Zhang Wuji didn't stop because they were pointing fingers, even if Evian was saying, he didn't listen to it at all.

Looking at the serious Zhang Wou-ki, Master Li didn't know why, and he had a heartfelt belief in Zhang Wou-ki.

Evian saw that Zhang Wuji didn't respond, and the thin-skinned she took a few steps back, revealing a look that I didn't know him, and secretly pouted: Childe is really right, he won't do anything!

Zhang Wuji suddenly frowned as he was drawing, and suddenly made a stroke about two inches below the navel of Lao Temple.

There are two dots on the two circles of the woman's leaning over, and these two points seem to be the finishing touch.

Master Li's face blushed and asked with an embarrassed look, "Childe...... You ...... It can't be that, right?"

Zhang Wuji turned his head to look at Master Li and asked suspiciously, "Which one?"

"That's it......" Master Li's face turned red, and he blushed with shame.

Zhang Wuji looked over and found that Master Li's twin peaks were not small! they were bulging, much bigger than Zhiruo......

"Ahem, you say yes...... I haven't seen it, and I don't know if it's really depicted. "Zhang Wuji lied, and he was embarrassed to lie.

When Master Li heard this, with a shy look, he said to himself: "You didn't say it earlier, ...... you."