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

Situ Guixiong's face was quite gloomy. He looked at the fat man in white and said coldly: "The painting of Daoyou is a mess. You can't see the appearance of a fairy at all. Put it away quickly and don't make a fool of yourself!"

In his heart, this fat man has been on the list of people who must be killed. Aolai Country has laws and regulations that explicitly prohibit private fighting between monks.

But so what?

He is a native of Aolai Country. There are a hundred ways to kill outsiders, and outsiders can do nothing!

"If you don't know how to appreciate it, there is never a lack of beauty in the world, but there is a lack of a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty."

The fat man in white sighed, turned his wrist, put the scroll into his bag, and ignored everyone.

In fact, he was also helpless in his heart. In order to spend the tea party peacefully, he specially found someone to buy a painting of Long Xue in advance, and prepared to make some words to fool him. How could he know that the monk was actually a scumbag and sold him such a painting.

Fortunately, no one was willing to talk too much about his painting, so he escaped for the time being.

Otherwise, he would be beaten in front of his body, even if he was thick-skinned.

"Ahem, how are your paintings?"

Long Xue also looked a little embarrassed, and hurriedly looked at the monks around the fat man in white. In her impression, these people were relatively low-key and did not make any trouble. The paintings should be normal.

But the words of the leading female cultivator immediately made her heart cold.

"The comic strip we drew, the beauty bathing picture, is a series. Fairy, do you want to see it?"

The leading female cultivator raised the scroll in her hand and said lightly.

Hearing this familiar voice, Li Xiaobai reacted instantly. This was the voice of the senior sister Su Yunbing, and the other party did not change her voice.

Quickly glanced at the scroll in her hand, it was blank, and the other people were the same, they didn't draw anything at all.

"No need, no need, just keep it."

Hearing this, Long Xue waved her hands repeatedly, signaling that the few people could put away the scroll.

Just kidding, the fat man in white almost made her unstable. If there was a set of comic strips, wouldn't she collapse directly and have a demon in her heart?

"Oh, what a pity."

The female cultivator sighed, put the scroll into her pocket, and said nothing more.

"Mr. Li, are you also drawing comic strips?"

Long Xue forced a smile and looked at Li Xiaobai and asked. She felt that what happened today was too exciting.

"Of course not. We are cultivators of this generation. We are proud and incorruptible. How could we make such vulgar paintings? Excuse me, even if it is just to attract people's attention, this method is a bit inferior!"

"Brother, I misjudged you. We can't be friends!"

Li Xiaobai waved his hand and said with a righteous face, and he was very disgusted with the fat man's behavior.

The fat man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Li Xiaobai with a smile, and said nothing, his eyes were full of meaning.

"So that's how it is. I wonder if my daughter is lucky enough to appreciate Mr. Li's paintings?"

Long Xue breathed a sigh of relief and said with a chuckle.

"Of course, this one is my masterpiece. Please appreciate it together!"

Li Xiaobai smiled casually, stood up and spread the scroll in his hand in the wind, standing in front of everyone. For a moment, the whole audience was silent. Everyone's face was full of astonishment, staring blankly at the weird scroll in front of them.

The white-clothed fat man who was closest also showed a very wonderful expression on his face. At this moment, he understood why Li Xiaobai said that painting is a psychology.

There was no image on the scroll, only a dark black, and the whole scroll was covered with ink, leaving only a small dot in the center of the picture.

This is really psychological!

What is this black, ghostly painting?

Can this be called a painting?

Dogs can draw better than this, right?

"Mr. Li, what do you mean by this? Are you teasing us?"

Situ Guixiong said with a sinister look on his face and a cold tone.

"Everyone, can anyone understand this painting?"

Li Xiaobai looked around and said with a faint smile.

"This painting does not depict the East China Sea, but the Aolai Kingdom above the East China Sea. You are all masters who are well versed in this. Can you understand the artistic conception of this painting?"

The monks of Situ Guixiong's faction sneered at the corners of their mouths and did not buy it at all.

This is just a mess of paintings. Whoever picks up on it is a fool.

However, Beichen Shixi and others showed a thoughtful look on their faces. It was not because they were inspired by this painting, but because they wanted to make friends with Li Xiaobai and gain his favor. Now is obviously an opportunity!

Anyway, Miss Long Xue basically never paid any attention to them.Instead of kneeling down to lick the fairy, it is better to lick Li Xiaobai.

Just in time to consolidate the deep feelings between the two sides!

The few people looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Dongfang Mingyue took the lead and slammed the table directly, his face full of excitement and excitement, as if he saw a treasure of the world, and shouted: "Good work!"

"The painting style of the minimalist school, but the connotation is not simple at all. A dot in the black curtain symbolizes the brightest star in the night sky, and it seems to be a source of inspiration in the chaos. It fits the positioning of the East Sea Aolai Kingdom in this complicated and chaotic world, a lone star!"

"Well, yes, this East China Sea is like a singularity in the dark, a place where inspiration and creativity burst out, and it has penetrated my heart at the first sight!"

Beichen Shixi nodded frequently, his eyes full of appreciation and approval, as if he really fell in love with this painting.

"That's right, art is born for suffering. This painting has touched me so much that any evaluation seems pale in front of it. I just want to appreciate it now."

Nangong Wan acted compassionate and was deeply moved by the painting in Li Xiaobai's hand.

After the performance of several people, the whole audience was shocked and stunned. This wave is also a corporate-level understanding!

Even the people of Beichen Shixi's faction felt a little doubtful about life at this moment. Are the geniuses of the three major families taking this route?

Why did they suddenly start to lick it?

When they were whispering just now, they said that this thing was a blackboard. Their faces changed too quickly.

Li Xiaobai was also a little stunned. He didn't expect these three people to be so supportive. Not bad, they are quite knowledgeable. It seems that there is no need to hint to trouble the senior brothers and sisters.

"Everyone, Master Li likes to joke around, do you also like to join in the fun?"

"This painting is obviously a casual doodle, it is really not worthy of being in a refined place!"

"You are really good at lying with your eyes open. As the direct descendants of an ancient family, have you learned these unorthodox methods over the years?"

Situ Guixiong looked gloomy, staring at Beichen Shixi and said coldly.

But what Beichen Shixi said next made him speechless.

"Brother Situ, you don't understand art!"