I'm Really An Outsider

Chapter 123: The fur turns out to be a supernatural craftsmanship

Luo Junjun: “…”

Good guys.

What a good guy.

You are also a cultivator anyway, why are you more afraid of falling than me.

Don’t they all say that immortal cultivators fly over the walls and go into the sky, why are they so scared when they come to you?

Brother, are you serious?

Luo Zhoujun was really speechless.

He strongly doubted whether the soles of Qing Dalong’s shoes were equipped with magnets.

After sighing, Luo Huangjun took the initiative to walk over and threw the hoe to Qing Dalong.

“Connected.”

“Okay, senior.”

Qing Dalong agreed, stretched out his hands and grabbed it towards the hoe.

But at the moment when he started with the hoe, he discovered that the hoe was full of fairy energy.

Its weight is as heavy as Mount Tai, enough to crush mountains and rivers, which is definitely not something he can bear.

boom!

“Fuck!”

The muffled sound and the scream sounded almost simultaneously.

Qing Dalong’s body was crushed to the ground without any suspense.

He really wants to cry.

Luo Zhoujun was really speechless.

Is this fucking slippery this place?

No, as a cultivator, this is too easy to fall.

Outrageous.

This f*ck is outrageous.

“Forget it, think about it yourself.”

Luo Zhoujun sighed weakly.

Qing Dalong couldn’t even stand, he really couldn’t teach it.

“Senior, senior.”

Qing Dalong looked at Luo Huangjun’s leaving back, wishing to cry without tears.

After finally getting out of the hoe.

He gritted his teeth.

“I really don’t believe it today. I can’t lift your god-opening axe. I’ll call it the green bug from now on.”

After the three sticks of incense…

“Okay, you’re beeping, I, I really can’t lift it up anymore, you just lift me up.”

Qing Da Chong Chong hung on the hoe, thinking about senior’s actions in his mind.

He clearly did what the senior said. What went wrong?

Touching the moist feeling on the hoe, Qing Dalong was suddenly stunned.

That’s how it is, that’s how it is.

Pooh!

He spit out two large saliva directly into the palm of his hand, and almost spit out the sputum.

“Fuck, why the fuck are you like this, can’t you play it? Are you disgusting, can’t lift it up, you still play yin, right?”

The immortal spirit gathered in the hoe cursed and ran out of the hoe scramblingly, and the weight of the hoe dropped sharply.

…

“Have you painted before?”

Luo Zhoujun sat on the balcony and looked at Zhu Xiaofeng, who was slender and round.

Qing Dalong’s experience told him that he must first understand the other person, otherwise it would be playing the piano to a cow, and he would not be able to teach it at all.

“Senior, I have learned some before, and I know a little about it.”

Zhu Xiaofeng said modestly.

He is indeed very humble.

Because he loved painting since he was a child, and as the king of a country, he is not only proficient in everything, but painting and calligraphy is a must.

In the Vermillion Bird Kingdom, there are hundreds of millions of people, and in the painting Realm, no one is its opponent.

“Really, then you can draw a picture for me to see.”

Luo Junjun smiled, and handed Zhu Xiaofeng the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he had prepared a long time ago.

And he was sitting in a chair and sipping tea.

“Senior, then I will show my ugliness.”

After Zhu Xiaofeng took it with both hands, he immediately painted.

He looked at the setting sun red as blood on the horizon, and began to outline it stroke by stroke.

At the beginning, Luo Zhoujun didn’t take it seriously, thinking that Zhu Xiaofeng was actually the same as Qing Dalong, which was of no use.

But when he inadvertently glanced at Zhu Xiaofeng’s paintings, he almost choked to death with a sip of tea.

Had it not been for the toughness of Luo Huangjun’s temperament during this period, I am afraid he would not be able to control it.

What the hell is this kind of fur.

This is simply a master of the Great Master king level.

Luo Zhoujun carefully looked at the painting in Zhu Xiaofeng’s hand, contrasting the setting sun in the distance.

To put it bluntly, it is really exactly the same, there is no slight difference.

If this is painted with color, he would believe that this is a photo.

Like, it’s so alike.

What is supernatural craftsmanship, brilliant and beautiful, this is supernatural craftsmanship.

After Luo Zhoujun looked at Zhu Xiaofeng for a long time, he finally couldn’t help it, and asked curiously.

“Are you sure, you want to learn painting with me?”

“Yes, senior, I know a little bit, but compared with senior’s painting, it is still less than one ten thousandth of senior, so I hope that senior can spare no effort to teach me, I will definitely study hard.”

Zhu Xiaofeng said very seriously.

He looked at Own’s painting, with disappointment in his eyes.

Yes, if you just look at the surface, the paintings by yourself are indeed very good and very beautiful.

But in his opinion, this is just embroidering the legs with fists, it is useless at all and can only be used for viewing.

Unlike senior’s paintings, they possess life and contain great secrets.

And only senior’s paintings can be called immortal works.

Luo Junjun listened to Zhu Xiaofeng’s words.

I really want to give him a forehead.

Too pretending to beep.

This kid is so fucking pretending.

Obviously the painting is so good, the painting is lifelike, and he actually said that he only has some fur.

That’s it, but I just gave him a sentence.

The painting is not as good as senior’s one ten thousandth?

Humiliation, the humiliation of Chi Guoguo.

He was still a little beeping in his heart how Luo Zhoujun painted by himself.

It’s not good, it’s not bad, it’s quite satisfactory.

On the other hand, Zhu Xiaofeng’s paintings, if they were to be sold by the Blue Star where he had been in his previous life, he would have to start with tens of millions and hundreds of millions of soft sister coins.

Look at own again, it’s really horrible.

But this guy is still pretending to be serious, and he wants to learn painting with himself.

Really, it’s too humiliating.

But he has no reason to refute.

Everyone is a senior, what else can he say.

Can only bite the bullet and come.

“If this is the case, then I have to take out the technology at the bottom of my box. You have to be optimistic. Once you miss a bit, I am afraid you will not learn it.”

Luo Zhoujun got up, looked up into the distance, pretending to be unpredictable.

Dammit, who can’t pretend to beep.

“Please senior’s advice, I will watch it carefully, and I will never dare to be sloppy.”

When Zhu Xiaofeng heard that the senior was about to take the shot himself, he was so excited that he quickly stepped aside and gave up the venue.

Luo Zhoujun glanced at him, took a deep breath, and walked forward.

He didn’t paint for the first time, but pointed his finger to the distance, pretending to ask deeply.

“What do you see?”

Zhu Xiaofeng looked at the direction pointed by Luo Zhoujun.

Apart from the top of the mountain in the distance, it is still the top of the mountain.

He didn’t see anything.

wrong!

Since the senior asked them all specifically, there must be some mystery in this.

Zhu Xiaofeng opened his eyes wide and stared into the distance.

He didn’t even notice the tears until his eyes became sore.

What does senior mean?

Why can’t I see it.

Do I really have no talent for painting?

Thinking of this, Zhu Xiaofeng couldn’t help feeling a little melancholy.

For a long time, he shook his head.

“Senior, forgive me for my ignorance, I really haven’t been able to see it. I hope senior will give me some advice.”

Hearing Zhu Xiaofeng’s words, Luo Zhoujun almost couldn’t help but laughed directly.

I fucked my finger and pretended to beep. I didn’t know what was there, so I could let you see it?