Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

noon the next day.

In Yuzhu Garden.

"Qin Hao, paint for my aunt!"

Beigong Linglong said in a commanding tone with a superior posture.

"Yes, but I have one condition."

Qin Hao said while lying lazily on Dabai's body.

"Say."

Seeing Qin Hao's appearance, Beigong Linglong wished she could pick him up and beat him up.

No matter where she goes, Holy Maiden is surrounded by stars like the moon.

This Qin Hao is really good, she doesn't even bother to pretend.

"Last night, I couldn't sleep all night. My mind was full of your teachings, and I couldn't stop thinking about what I should do to draw the portrait of my aunt."

"After thinking about it all night, I finally discovered the problem."

Qin Hao sat up and began to talk nonsense in a serious manner. In fact, he slept soundly last night.

Beigong Linglong couldn't help being stunned when she heard the words, she looked at Qin Hao's serious expression, it didn't seem like she was lying.

Did this guy really stay up all night?

Looking at him like this, it really seems that he lacks sleep.

Beigong Linglong asked: "Then what do you want to do?"

Qin Hao said seriously: "It's very simple, just change the place."

"Um?"

Beigong Linglong looked at Qin Hao suspiciously, and asked, "Just need to change places?"

"That's right."

Qin Hao said eloquently: "Painting is like poetry, and requires a suitable environment and atmosphere."

"It's not convenient to paint in the gazebo, and the paintings you make can't highlight the difference between you, Shigu."

This guy seems to have something to say.

Beigong Linglong didn't ask Qin Hao where she was going to paint. The Taiyi Sword Sect didn't have any place where she could be hard-pressed. She said coldly, "Lead the way."

"Please!"

After Qin Hao made a gesture of invitation, he led Beigong Linglong towards the own courtyard.

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the other courtyard that made her embarrassed yesterday, Beigong Linglong's expression turned gloomy.

"Qin Hao, what do you mean?"

She had a murderous look on her face, and the implication seemed to be saying, do you believe that I killed you?

Qin Hao calmly said, "Auntie, listen to my explanation, those pictures of beauties in my room are all first-class beauties, but they are all inferior to Auntie."

"Only by looking at them, I can clearly feel that you are different, Aunt Long, and I can draw the Immortal Qi on your body!"

"This, words, when, true?"

Beigong Linglong asked word by word.

"It's more real than pearls. If I can't draw the Immortal Qi on my aunt's body, I will burn all their paintings."

Qin Hao wouldn't swear, this is a fantasy world, if you swear carelessly, you will be struck by lightning.

"That's what you said. If your paintings are no different from those vulgar ones, you should know the consequences."

Beigong Linglong's tone was full of warning.

Seeing that she didn't draw her sword to face Qin Hao, the murderous look on her face also disappeared.

I thought to myself: It's done! Playing routines, you are still far away.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down."

The two walked into Qin Hao's bedroom one after the other.

As soon as she entered the door, Beigong Linglong used Divine Sense to block the paintings in the house, out of sight and out of mind.

Qin Hao prepared the drawing paper, pen and ink early on.

After holding a chair for Beigong Linglong, she began to devote all her attention to the painting.

Beigong Linglong's eyes fell on the painting, she wanted to take a good look at how this kid paints today.

A pen falls, and the pen leaves a mark.

There is actually a Sword intent in that pen and ink.

Isn't this kid's ability to control Sword intent too strong?

Such a complete Sword intent, not to mention falling on paper, even if it falls on a table, it can crush the table to pieces.

How did he manage to leave the sword intent behind without smashing the drawing paper.

"Ding! You paint the little fairy, Cultivation Base+5, Sage's Will+1, Sword Dao True Essence+1..."

Listening to the voice in his mind, Qin Hao didn't feel any disturbance in his heart.

As time passed by, Qin Hao's eyes became extraordinarily focused.

Talented, handsome and dedicated boys are often the most charming.

Seeing Qin Hao's appearance, Beigong Linglong couldn't help feeling that this kid was much more pleasing to the eye.

But she didn't intend to let this guy go, if Qin Hao couldn't make a picture scroll that satisfied her, she would let him know what cruelty is.

...

"Junior brother Qin, are you at home?"

Outside the Jade Bamboo Garden, a familiar voice sounded.

Liu Xiaopang hurriedly opened the door, and saw two familiar faces with slightly raised mouth corners, saluting with smiles:

"Brother Zhang, Brother Cheng, what brought the two of you here?"

It was Zhang Deacon and Cheng Dali who came.

After the two looked at each other, Cheng Dali said, "Let's ask Junior Brother Qin for some wine. I wonder if he has left the customs?"

Cheng Dali's recent days are both happy and troubled.

The happy thing is that the master is more concerned about himself, but the trouble is that the master will come to hint from time to time that he wants to ask Qin Shidi for wine.

Especially last night, after Shizun came back from drinking with Sect Leader, he started insinuating again.

Cheng Dali couldn't help breaking the master's little thoughts, and was beaten up by the master.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and come to Brother Qin. I met Brother Zhang on the way, and the two came together.

Now he is not the only one with Losing face.

"My senior brother's dual cultivation is over, but he is a bit busy now, let's talk about it after the two senior brothers come in."

Liu Xiaopang smiled and welcomed the two into the courtyard.

"What is Junior Brother Qin busy with?"

Zhang Deacon put his arm around Liu Xiaopang's shoulder and asked with a smile.

Among their true disciples, Junior Brother Qin is famous for being omnipotent.

Every time a novelty is produced, it can cause a small shock in the entire middle and high level of Taiyi Sword Sect.

Zhang Jiao is also very respected by his master because he has a good relationship with Qin Hao.

Hearing this, Liu Xiaopang showed a look of embarrassment on his face, tiptoed and peeked not far away, and said in a low voice:

"Second brothers, let me tell you, don't spread the word!"

Seeing Liu Xiaopang's cautious appearance, the two immediately regained their spirits.

"Let's talk and listen."

"I, Cheng Dali, are notoriously tight-lipped!"

When Liu Xiaopang heard this, he gave Cheng Dali a suspicious look, and even had the urge to slap himself.

Why did I say this in front of this big old black.

It's all my fault!

He whispered: "My brother is painting a portrait of Senior Aunt Long in the bedroom."

"That Dragon Fairy!!!"

"Junior brother Qin is too good at playing!"

Zhang Deacon and Cheng Dali exclaimed together. Although they did not express the same meaning, the shock in their eyes was exactly the same.

Seeing the fuss of the two, Liu Xiaopang quickly explained: "It's just an ordinary portrait, why are you shouting so loudly?"

Zhang Deacon smiled awkwardly but politely.

Painting portraits in the bedroom in broad daylight, is that a serious portrait?

Especially Qin Hao, a man who had a previous record of taking five junior sisters to practice at night.

Absolutely no one will believe it.

Cheng Dali scratched his head: "Since Junior Brother Qin is busy, we won't bother him, can you get us two small jars of wine?"

"It's okay, you stand here and don't move around, I'll go to the wine cellar to get the wine."

Liu Xiaopang didn't want to continue to explain, and walked quickly towards the wine cellar.

Zhang Deacon and Cheng Dali looked at each other, and then said with emotion in unison:

"Junior Brother Qin, you really are a capable person..."