Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 311 Do You Like Him?

Ning Xuemo was a little embarrassed.With such a small request, she will naturally not sing against each other again.

Taking the opportunity to break away from Ji Yunhuang's hand, he walked over.

Ji Yunhuang froze for a moment, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but seemed to be scruples, and finally shut up.He only told Ning Xuemo behind his back: "Xuemo, be careful..."

Ning Xue didn't look back on the street, she just compared her hands with scissors to prove that she understood.

She finally saw the painting that Han Shanyue had just drawn.My heart suddenly moved!
It was a half-painted picture of mountains and rivers, with overlapping mountains, different heights, covered by clouds and mist, surrounded by mountains, there was a waterfall, and beside the waterfall were strange rocks...

This... This is actually a bit like the scenery she saw after the illusion disappeared on the ninth peak of Tianshu Mountain!
Ning Xuemo raised her eyes to look at Master Han Shanyue beside her. Looking from her direction, this master's face was still a little blurry. She still couldn't see his face clearly at such a short distance...

A thought suddenly came to Ning Xuemo's mind.

This master Han Shanyue couldn't have been transformed by the nine gods, could he? !
She was taken aback by her own thought, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

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

The palm of the hand fell on the half-drawn paper, and a faint white smoke suddenly appeared from the paper, and the whole paper disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Ning Xuemo: "...Why did you ruin this painting?" She felt a little distressed, that painting has both form and spirit, she wanted to take a second look at the first glance, and after the second glance, she felt like she was actually there illusion of...

Although Ning Xuemo doesn't know painting very well, it should be Zhang's successful work that can easily bring people into the artistic conception of painting?What a pity to ruin it!If you give it to her, she can sell it for a lot of money...

"Dirty." Han Shanyue answered two words succinctly.

The painting boy next to him also had a distressed look on his face.They are child prodigies in painting, they can be regarded as talented little painters. They were invited by the teahouse to help Master Han Shanyue this time, so they were naturally very willing to come.

Just now I saw Han Shanyue painting, seeing his brush strokes like dragons and snakes, the landscape appeared as if it came alive under his pen, and they were fascinated by watching...

Although only half of the painting was completed, it was already a peerless treasure in their eyes, but they didn't expect the master to destroy it as soon as he said it!
They didn't even see where the stain was...

After much deliberation, it was the sudden noise of these two people that disturbed Grandmaster!That's why this peerless work was destroyed!
The two boys glared at Ning Xuemo resentfully.

Ning Xuemo just pretended not to see it, but smiled instead: "It's just a small flaw, why is Master so demanding?"

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

Ning Xuemo was also nimble. She finished the ink in two or three strokes. For some reason, the ink seemed to bite her hand. She had just finished grinding the ink, and her fingertip was inexplicably cut.She couldn't hold back, a drop of blood dripped into the ink.

"Shall I grind it again?" Ning Xuemo knew that the painter in front of her was a perfectionist, and resigned herself to throwing away 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 her hand in time, and was being pressed on the back of her hand by him.

His palm was as cold as ice, Ning Xuemo shivered from the cold, and frowned as she was about to withdraw...

(End of this chapter)