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Chapter 42 The Valkyrie's Request

Fengmanlou is the most popular brothel in Mobei City, and also the most famous brothel in the Baisheng Dynasty.

Dynasty Three Thousand City, Fengman Three Thousand Towers, no matter where it is, Fengmanlou is the best brothel in the locality, the girls in the building are beautiful and talented, they are gentle, considerate and considerate, and they have won the hearts of countless men. Longing for life, a wonderful dream of drunk life, dream of death.

And the behind-the-scenes boss who turned Fengmanlou into the largest brothel chain in the Dynasty is said to be a woman.

Therefore, Fengmanlou is different from ordinary brothels. The girls in the building can not only sell themselves, but also perform arts, prostitution or prostitution.

It was the first time for Lin Tianyang to step into such a place as a human being in two lifetimes, so he couldn't help being a little nervous, but all the pictures of countless beautiful poses flashed in his mind, and his agitation was hard to calm down.

Looking at the middle-aged man who brought him here, he only felt that the figure of the middle-aged man had become tall and straight, and his whole body was emitting a divine radiance.

"Old driver, take me to fly!" Lin Tianyang's eyes revealed eagerness unabashedly.

The middle-aged man sat down, hugged Zhu'er on his lap, and said jokingly: "Boy, are you satisfied with this place?"

"Senior, what did you bring me here for?" Lin Tianyang asked nervously, full of anticipation.

Zhu'er, who has been in the world for a long time, can see the longing hidden in his eyes at a glance, and she winks like waves: "Young master, there are many things you can do here, how about letting the slave family teach you?"

"Hehe, this kid is still a baby. If he really falls into the hands of you little fairy, he will be skinny and skinny." The middle-aged man pinched her waist lightly, making Zhu'er smile coquettishly. , the flowers and branches trembled.

Lin Tianyang wanted to tell him loudly: "Let her come! I'm not afraid!"

"Boy, you don't have to think too much about it. I brought you here just because I live here, and it's more convenient for you to help me with things."

The middle-aged man shattered his beautiful fantasy with one word, and said with deep meaning: "After you get rid of that little pepper, it won't be too late to come here to learn art."

Knowing that he was talking about Wang Yuyan, Lin Tianyang regained consciousness and said helplessly, "Senior, what exactly do you want me to do for you?"

The middle-aged man gradually restrained his smile, and lightly patted Zhu'er on the back. Zhu'er understood, stood up and squatted to salute, and exited the room swaying her plump buttocks.

"I want you to help me draw a portrait of a person." The middle-aged man gradually restrained his smile, and strong sentimentality could be seen in the deepest part of his eyes: "A portrait of a woman."

Lin Tianyang was stunned for a moment, a warrior brought him here in the middle of the night just to paint a portrait?

Thinking of the joint attack of the three elders of Meiyuan who were facing a formidable enemy, and thinking of his panic-stricken mental journey before, Lin Tianyang only felt his scalp go numb: "Could it be that the Martial God can be so willful?"

He said helplessly: "Senior, you can just say no to such a trivial matter earlier, why make it so frightening?"

The middle-aged man glared at him and said, "I can say it whenever I want, can you control me?"

Lin Tianyang was speechless immediately, this Valkyrie is really quite willful!
"I want you to draw this woman with fluttering long hair, pitch-black and beautiful, born with a perfect oval face, with a slightly pointed chin, whiter skin than snow, plump and round forehead, a little more to make her look bigger, and a little less to make her look smaller, and she gave birth to a pair of willow leaves Eyebrows, black as green hills, eyes gentle and agile, nose bridge straight..."

The middle-aged man seemed to be caught in a deep memory, with sentimental eyes, but a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, softly describing the appearance of the woman in his mind.

"Senior, wait a minute." Lin Tianyang interrupted him courageously, and said, "Where is that woman, you can just bring her here and let me have a look, there is no need to go into details."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then glared at him angrily again: "If I can find someone, what else do I need her portrait for?"

"This……"

What the other party said made sense, Lin Tianyang was speechless immediately, and asked tentatively, "Is there a portrait of her for me to take a look at?"

"I want her portrait, but what do you need to draw another one for?" The middle-aged man's eyes became more angry.

What the other party said made more sense, Lin Tianyang could only smile and nod, feeling helpless in his heart.

For him, drawing portraits is as simple as taking pictures, but whether it is a painter or a photographer, at least one needs to know what the subject looks like to be able to draw, and only one mouth can say how to write?

"If this is the case, it will be difficult. I just heard from you that I don't know how the girl is born, and I have no way to write." Lin Tianyang told the truth.

"If it's easy, do I need to travel thousands of miles to find painters all over the continent?"

The middle-aged man sighed, and said, "I've seen your painting of Zhong Kui catching ghosts. The painting skills are amazing, no less than some famous masters, so I want to ask you to try."

Lin Tianyang suddenly realized that the middle-aged man came here only after seeing his performance at the Plum Garden Painting Fair. At the same time, he was a little surprised that he could make a martial god go all over the Tianyan Continent without hesitation. This woman should be in his heart. How important is it?

However, in such a clueless situation, there are so many painters in the whole continent who can't draw portraits that satisfy him, so he is not sure.

"Promise him."

Wu Daozi in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly spoke.

Lin Tianyang was slightly taken aback, and thought to himself: "How can I promise him in this situation? He is a warrior god. If I don't paint well and annoy him, will I still be able to live?"

"Don't worry, he is not such a cruel person." Wu Daozi seemed very sure.

Lin Tianyang came to his senses and asked, "Do you know him?"

"His name is Guan Yunshan, and he is Guan Yunchang's younger brother." Wu Daozi identified the middle-aged man.

"Guan Yunshan? Guan Yunchang?" Lin Tianyang was slightly taken aback, feeling somewhat familiar: "I seem to have heard of Guan Yunchang's name..."

Wu Daozi's voice was somewhat dissatisfied: "Don't you know Guan Yunchang, the Red Tiger Martial Saint who is famous all over Tianyan Continent?"

"Martial Sage Guan Yunchang!"

Lin Tianyang finally realized that Guan Yunchang was the brave and loyal warrior Guan Yu Guan Yunchang who was popular among countless men in his previous life!

"Unexpectedly, in the Tianyan Continent, the Martial Saint is still the Martial Saint," Lin Tianyang secretly lamented the magic of fate, shaking his head and sighing: "It's not your uncle or your uncle, but your second brother or your second brother..."

For the face of Guan Yunchang, an acquaintance, Lin Tianyang thought for a moment and said, "Senior Guan, I can try it."

The middle-aged man was immersed in the memories, and felt dejected. When he heard that he agreed, he was a little surprised: "Are you sure?"

Lin Tianyang shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, but it's okay to give it a try."

He was not talking in empty words, but Wu Daozi's sudden opening reminded him of a conversation between the two: "The emperor said that he dreamed of a ghost, of course the uglier the more he resembled it, as long as the painting is ugly enough, it doesn't count as being like the emperor. It's all natural in my eyes."

Wu Daozi painted Zhong Kui, the uglier he is, the more he resembles him. A middle-aged man wants to paint a woman who is haunted by his soul, and a woman who can make the Martial God miss him day and night. Naturally, the more beautiful he is, the more he resembles him.

Lin Tianyang quietly browsed the photo pictures of the great women in the gallery, and gradually felt a little bit more confident in his heart.

I just don’t know if Guan Yunshan knew that Lin Tianyang used those great women as templates to describe the goddess of his dreams, would he directly cut Lin Tianyang to 18 yuan?

"Okay, you do have a bit of guts!" Guan Yunshan jumped up at the desk, his eyes sparkling, "I'm not a stingy person either, if your portrait can satisfy me, I will never treat you badly!"

He took a scroll from the bookshelf in the room and spread it out in front of Lin Tianyang.

This is a long scroll, the silk is yellowed, it looks like it has been around for a long time, the fine ink marks are slowly showing, Lin Tianyang's eyes are getting bigger and bigger.

"'Tomorrow' grade paintings detected, scanning..."

"Scan complete..."

"Tomorrow-level paintings were detected, a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains..."

"Copying a painting requires 99 points of thought power..."

"Improving a painting requires 99 points of thought power..."

"The host's current mental strength is insufficient, it cannot be copied, and it cannot be improved."

The reminder sound of Tiansheng illustrated book flashed by, and the cold sweat on Lin Tianyang's forehead couldn't stop oozing, he was shocked: "The map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, it is actually the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!"

(End of this chapter)