after god gambler

Chapter 632 An eye for an eye (1)
Rong Ran glanced in surprise, as if she saw the person she was thinking about.But he knew that the woman in front of him could not be that person.Although the two of them are similar in spirit, there are obvious differences.

That person is always aloof, glamorous and noble, and no one can get close to him no matter what.

When Nalan Fengyin saw Feng Meixue's drawing, she also approached it, wanting to see what it was drawing.

On the drawing, a slender foot stands on the cup holder, which looks elegant and moving.

"I drew this cup, which is called a goblet, and the other one is a wine bottle. I hope that the material used to make the wine glass and wine bottle should be as transparent as possible, just like glass. Can it be done?"

Feng Meixue introduced the items on the blueprint, which were the goblet and the wine bottle. If you pour the brewed wine into the goblet and taste it carefully, you will definitely feel it.To truly taste the taste of wine, there is a high requirement for temperature, and the goblet can isolate the palm of the hand from the bottom of the ball cup that holds the wine, so as to avoid overheating and affect the temperature of the wine.

"Okay, let me try!"

Rong Ran has never seen a cup with such a strange shape, but the design is really good-looking, so he is very interested in trying it.

He walked to a spring platform on the other side, picked up a pen, dipped it in running water, and then swept it into the inkstone that was not dry, and drew the goblet in the drawing in the air.

He glanced at the plum branches on Feng Meixue's collar, and with a wave of his plain hand, he painted a few plum blossoms on the cup ball.

"Is he painting?"

Feng Meixue looked at Rong Ran in surprise, she had never seen anyone do this before, but she felt that this scene was extremely familiar.It seems that she once saw someone who used the world as a canvas to paint with a pen!
"Yeah! Rong Ran is a rare soul painter. In the prehistoric era, Qin Yin masters, soul painters, and dream weavers were all very heaven-defying existences. It was only because of the battle of the God of Nirvana that the world changed drastically. Now It is already a miracle to see a soul painter."

Nalan Feng sighed, full of longing for the ancient times.At that time, soul painting masters were at their peak, what a magnificent scene it must have been!

A master of soul painting can paint souls as objects by holding the yin and yang pen.If the cultivation is to the extreme, the duration of the painting is the length of the writer's life.

"Soul Painter? This name sounds familiar!"

"call--"

Rong Ran took a breath, and the cup drawn by his pen gradually condensed into a real object.

The color of the cup is clear, the flow line is smooth, and it also contains the unique skills and fine craftsmanship of the craftsman.A few plum blossoms are dotted inside the cup, and they seem to be floating.

"Is this satisfactory?"

"Very satisfied! The master of Shuixiao Pavilion's craftsmanship really lives up to its reputation."

Feng Meixue held the cold goblet in her hand, her face was full of satisfaction.Looking at this cup, it seems that there is water flowing, pushing the plum blossoms inside to follow the current.The cup was made so light that she couldn't pick out any flaws.

"Just follow this, and make a few more!"

"No problem, just because you solved a problem that has troubled me for a long time today, this time I will treat it as a thank you gift from you."

Rong Ran was in a good mood, holding a pen in his hand and splashing ink, he quickly finished drawing the goblets one by one and drew them together.If the things he painted were living creatures, they would not survive for a long time.But these inanimate things, as long as he is willing to paint, will last forever after they are condensed into entities.

After he finished the goblet, he began to paint the wine bottle with a special shape. This time, what he painted on the inside of the wine bottle were branches of plum blossoms, and then a few plum blossoms that were about to bloom.

"So lovely!"

When the wine bottle was formed, Feng Meixue took the bottle, saw the pattern of branches in the bottle and would sway gently, the flower buds seemed to bloom at any time, it was really wonderful.

"This bottle is also a rare item. Seeing that it is useful for you, I will make more for you!"

Rong Ran glanced at the remaining ink, and then splashed out the ink in one breath, directly drawing eight wine bottles.Each pattern inside is different.Various postures of plum blossoms are displayed on the wall of this small wine bottle.

After finishing this, the ink in the inkstone beside him had dried up, so he put down his pen.

"Okay, everything is already here, now I have something to do, so I won't send you two away!"

"Thank you!"

Feng Meixue put away the wine bottles one by one and thanked them.

"Meixue, you don't need to thank him, you have done him a big favor today, let's go, otherwise he will come to catch up."

Nalan Fengyin couldn't help smiling when he saw Rongran impatiently closing the door, and walked out of the Shuixiao Pavilion with Feng Meixue.

Just as the two walked out of the Shuixiao Pavilion with their front feet, the door was closed behind them.

"By the way, why did Nalan come to Shuixiao Pavilion?"

Feng Meixue stood under the magnolia tree in front of Shuixiao Pavilion, and looked up at Nalan Fengyin.

"Naturally, I also came to find the Master of Shuixiao Pavilion to do something."

Nalan Fengyin said in a clear voice, without rushing.

"Then what problem did the Shuixiao pavilion master come up with to embarrass you?"

Feng Meixue asked curiously, she still had a deep understanding of the weird temper of the Shuixiao Pavilion Master.

"Hehe, Rong Ran and I have known each other for a long time, so it's not difficult, he just asked me to play the tune." Nalan Fengyin smiled gently.

"Not everyone is lucky enough to hear Nalan playing the flute, but he knows how to enjoy it. We have known each other for so long, and I didn't know you could play the flute."

Feng Meixue glanced at the flute that was not put away at his waist, and was also a little surprised.

"As long as Meixue wants to hear it, I can play it for you at any time."

Nalan Fengyin's warm eyes fixed on hers, and his voice was like a breeze.The faint smell of herbs wafted to the tip of her nose.

"When you have a chance another day, you must listen to Nalan's music! I still have things to do today, so I will take my leave first!"

Feng Meixue waved her hand towards him, and her slender figure slowly disappeared from Nalan Fengyin's sight.

"There is a song in my heart, waiting for you to listen to it!"

Standing on the stone steps of Shuixiao Pavilion, Nalan Fengyin murmured softly as he watched her figure blend into the crowd and disappear as a phantom.

"That person is the one you said you wanted to pick flowers? He does look pretty, although not as good as that one, but he's not even close to him."

Rong Ran packed her luggage, walked out of Shuixiao Pavilion with a big burden on her back, and raised her hand to look around.

He always felt that the interspatial ring was unreliable, and it might be robbed at any time, so he always carried big bags with him when he went out. According to him, it was to reduce losses, but Nalan Fengyin disagreed.

(End of this chapter)