I'm afraid of pain, so I put all my defense into it.

Long Xue's voice seemed to have some strange magic, and everyone felt a sense of relief when hearing it.

The anxious mood calmed down in an instant.

The monks looked at the beautiful smile, and their hearts were distracted. They all sat down obediently, waiting for the tea party to proceed.

"Very wonderful!"

"Yes, we have learned calligraphy and painting since we were young. Although we are not as good as the fairy, we can still do it. I will paint a picture today to express my admiration for the fairy!"

The monks were excited and excited. It was finally time to show their skills.

"The tea party is naturally Miss Long's tea party. We are just guests after all. Everything is mainly for the purpose of exchange and mutual progress."

"I wonder if Mr. Li has any opinions on music, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Situ Guixiong's eyes were gloomy, and he said lightly that this tea party was a place for young talents to exchange their own qualities, and what they competed in was music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Today, you all came here to exchange what you have learned. Since ancient times, calligraphy and painting have been necessities for our generation of cultivators. Since Mr. Li was able to reveal the mystery of Miss Long's music, I think he also has a deep understanding of this. Why don't we exchange ideas together?"

The cultivators showed provocation in their eyes. They might be a little unsure about other things, but calligraphy and painting are what everyone is best at.

The reason is that as a Tianjiao cultivator, even if he can't draw the meaning and vision, he can draw a bit of resemblance, and he will not lose face anyway.

However, Li Xiaobai's answer made everyone look astonished.

"I know nothing about music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Brother Situ has found the wrong person."

Li Xiaobai chewed a banana in his mouth and said incoherently.

"You..."

Situ Guixiong's eyes suddenly changed, and a terrifying cold light flashed wildly in his eyes. He had never seen such a shameless person. He took the initiative to challenge, but the other party just admitted defeat?

And his attitude was so perfunctory, where was his face?

Where is your dignity as a genius?

"Hehe, everyone, why don't you listen to my words? Today, let's paint a picture with the theme of the East China Sea. What do you think?"

Long Xue smiled lightly, and was helpless about the grievances between these geniuses.

It seems that the four words of competitiveness have been engraved into their bones and cannot be stopped.

"Well, the ancient sage said, if you don't live like An Qisheng, you will get drunk and ride a whale in the East China Sea. The East China Sea is a good place and a good subject!"

"Yes, the word East China Sea is just right in terms of breadth and depth. It is very appropriate to use it for painting."

"A very magnificent picture has appeared in my mind!"

"Thank you Miss Long for the title, which makes me think about the article!"

The Tianjiao instantly turned into licking dogs, praising the subject given by Long Xue, as if this subject was tailor-made for them.

In this regard, Li Xiaobai was quite speechless. These cultivators were too good at licking. They clearly wanted to be fair and just, so they gave a very mediocre and wide-ranging word. This title couldn't be more ordinary. How could it have the insightful feeling that these cultivators said?

This forced interpretation skill is also unparalleled.

"Since you are satisfied, it's great. I will finish the painting with you. The time is set to one hour. After one hour, we will appreciate it together!"

Long Xue turned her wrist, took out a stick of incense, and put it aside. When the incense burned out, it was the end of one hour.

"Good!"

"Great!"

The Tianjiao nodded, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to conceive their own paintings.

Li Xiaobai looked around. He just appreciated the sound of the piano, and now he was going to start painting again. If he had known this, he should have practiced before coming. He knew nothing about calligraphy and painting.

However, the people around him didn't seem to say anything. Several people who seemed to be senior brothers and sisters were pretending to work hard on a piece of white paper. They wrote for a long time, but there was no black ink on the scroll.

Damn, these people must have prepared before coming and had prepared their works in advance. They came here just to pretend.

Li Xiaobai's face was very dark. He hurriedly took out the brush, ink, paper and inkstone. Looking at the monks around him with frowns in their hands, he felt a little puzzled and didn't know what to draw.

Paint the drawing paper blue to represent an ocean?

It can be regarded as fitting the theme, but it feels a bit low-end and does not match his identity as a strong man walking on the road of invincibility!

Is there any way to make it easy to draw and highlight the theme?

"Hey, little brother, have you thought of what to draw?"

The fat man in white clothes on the sideHe came over, laughed, and kept rubbing his body against Li Xiaobai's.

"Do you know that painting is not only an aesthetics, but also a psychology?"

Li Xiaobai said lightly, and unnoticeably changed the space ring to the other hand to prevent the fat man from doing anything.

"Hmm? Brother, what do you mean..."

The fat man in white clothes did not mean to be embarrassed at all, and asked with some doubts in his eyes.

"Hehe, what kind of paintings can be recognized by the world?"

"Of course, it is a work with profound painting skills and profound intentions."

"That's wrong. The name is Donghai, so naturally you want to see paintings praising Donghai. As long as the connotation of the painting fits people's hearts, even if it is painted as a pile of excrement, it can make people applaud."

Li Xiaobai said lightly, and with a big brush in his hand, he kept splashing ink in the void, swallowing mountains and rivers.

Looking at the other party's actions, the fat man in white was quite confused. How come he didn't know that this kid also had the skill of painting?

He approached with some curiosity in his heart, glanced at him slightly, and his face suddenly turned black.

Damn, I was almost fooled. If you dare to paint like this, you will be beaten to death.

An hour was not long or short, and the incense and candles soon burned to the end.

"Gentlemen, is the painting going well?"

Long Xue gently rolled up the scroll in her hand, smiled slightly, looked around and asked. She was in a very good state just now, and the painting was very successful. It was a work that could satisfy her.

The young talents below also stopped writing, rolled up the scroll carefully, and nodded: "Thanks to the fairy, the painting today is very smooth!"

"Yes, the fairy's piano music before made me enter a wonderful state, and even the brushwork is much smoother!"

The monks said happily.

"Haha, I think we can see a lot of masterpieces today!"

"Then let's start from here. I was born in Aolai Country and I have some feelings for the East China Sea. Today I am here to show off my work. Please look at it. This is my humble work, the Sea God Scroll!"

Situ Guixiong smiled and unfolded the scroll in his hand, presenting it to the monks.