Invincible Starts With NPC Crossing

"Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes!"

"Rebirth to give a thousand dollars a smile? After all, Acacia does not seem to meet each other well."

"Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty in Shenxiang."

In the eyes of Fairy Yaoguang, most of the painting levels are actually maintained at the same level, but since the title of the poem, the artistic conception and level of the whole painting have been directly improved by several grades.

From the outside, she was slowly savoring those paintings and calligraphy, but in fact, her eyes were only greedy for poetry.

Yang Lin once wrote inscriptions for 97 people, and every sentence has a very artistic conception. Even without this picture scroll, pulling out the poems alone is full of artistic conception.

"Although I have been to the Canglan country in Dongli, I am afraid that the literati are not as good as the level of quatrains that can be easily made!"

The time of two sticks of incense, 97 pieces of works, and 97 good lines, such a high literary attainment made Fairy Yaoguang amazed Yang Lin.

She originally thought that being dedicated to the Tao had long been a matter of abandoning men and women, but now just reading these poems, somewhere deep in her heart turned soft.

Sent to the bottom of my heart, sentence by sentence, unconsciously she felt her heart beating more intensely, and she couldn't help but a faint blush on her pretty face.

The man was outside the Qingting Hall, and Fairy Yaoguang felt afraid to look at Yang Lin at this moment, as if just looking at him, he needed all his strength and courage.

Until the ninety-seven volumes of calligraphy and painting were finished, Fairy Yaoguang slowly collected all the paintings. When the whole person's gaze fell on the other seventeen paintings, he felt a sense of dullness in his heart.

"No, that man's picture scroll is also in it. I wonder what other masterpieces he wrote on his picture scroll?"

Fairy Yaoguang became excited again. She remembered the man's name. Everyone was called Mr. Hedong. Slowly she began to browse the seventeen scrolls one by one.

The first one was not, she just glanced at it and threw it aside.

The second one was not, and was thrown aside again.

The third is not, the fourth is not... Until the seventeenth, Fairy Yaoguang was startled at first when looking at the painting above, and then there was a shy smile on his face like a little girl.

The beauty smiled like a spring breeze.

The eldest prince finally waited for Fairy Yaoguang to finish watching the 97 eliminated works. Who would have thought that she would look so casually at the 17 paintings, especially the last one, which made her smile.

After moving his eyes to take a look, the eldest prince is not well.

Can this also be called painting? !

And also makes Fairy Yaoguang so happy? !

I saw the title "stickman" crookedly written on the scroll. The prince didn't know what a stickman was, but he knew that even a three-year-old child could paint at this level of painting.

When he saw the inscription "Yang Hedong", the prince almost didn't vomit blood.

Needless to say, Yang Hedong is Mr. Hedong, the savior of Princess Qian Yexue. The last thing he wants to see is this person's promotion, but...

"Fairy, can this painting also be called a painting?"

Fairy Yaoguang was a little unhappy when he heard that, "The level is average, but I find it very interesting."

interesting?

The eldest prince almost didn't jump up now. This is so interesting that it can't even be called a graffiti.

What kind of stickman, look at the circle drawn on it, just draw a few strokes as the body, what is the stroke in the hand, is it a sword or a sword? All these things in a painting are really called paintings? !

It's just that due to Fairy Yaoguang's identity, the eldest prince is not easy to refute, and suppresses the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart: "What about the others, can't the other sixteen paintings enter the eyes of the fairy?"

Fairy Yaoguang was taken aback, and almost forgot. He had only cared about Yang Hedong before, but forgot the purpose of his trip as a judgment.

"I am watching, and there will be results later!"

Without the title of the poem, to Fairy Yaoguang, the other sixteen paintings are simply boring. Just because of face, I had to watch it again.

In the end, nine more paintings were promoted, including Yang Lin's Stickman.

The eldest prince was very angry. He didn't know where Fairy Yaoguang got caught up in the wind, so he could still see Yang Lin's stickman. But as soon as the result came out, he had nothing to do. He listened to his instructions: "If there is no comparison, you can't know the deficiencies. Show these ten paintings to the public to show the fairness of Fairy Yaoguang!"

"What do you mean?" Fairy Yaoguang asked in a low voice when he heard that he was going to be exhibited.

"The imperial sister is fair and just in recruiting parents this time. These young talents came to apply, and which one is not the arrogant person. So in the competition, even if you are eliminated, you have to be convinced. I did this, just thinking. Let everyone know that the fairy will never show favoritism to anyone. If anything goes too far, please forgive the fairy."

"It's up to you!"

Although Fairy Yaoguang was very unhappy, she had decided on the promotion of the ten people anyway, and there was nothing wrong with the big prince doing this, except for Yang Lin's stickman.

Now the young talents in the field waited until the result was notified, and immediately paid their respects.

When I saw Yang Lin Yang Hedong this stickman again, I couldn't help feeling dumb. And even Yang Lin himself didn't expect that his stickman would actually be able to advance.

Why do you paint stick figures? That's because Yang Lin doesn't know how to paint. First of all, he never thought that he would be promoted. After secretly inquiring about the talent of Fantasy Dream, he just wanted to come to a Jedi to fight back, but now it seems that it is no longer needed.

"Sir, this painting... is so innovative!"

After paying tribute to Yang Lin's masterpiece, other fans were dumbfounded.

"Mr. is worthy of being a sir. This level of painting is beyond our ordinary reach."

Those fans don't know how to "praise" Yang Lin, but Yang Lin also said beforehand that he doesn't know how to paint, so now I really want to praise it without any sarcasm.

Yang Lin blushed a bit, and he was really embarrassed when he painted it in this way.

"Do you actually paint? You still pay attention to innovation. Do you know about innovation."

"Mr. is the sir. This painting has a profound artistic conception. It deserves to be admired by Fairy Yaoguang. I will admire it!"

Said so, but those fans really don't understand why Fairy Yaoguang also fell in love with Mr.'s painting, if it is considered a painting.

While everyone was still discussing, Wang Honghua suddenly said in a calm voice: "The big prince, the fairy of Yaochi, and the princess are here, Wang Honghua is not satisfied with this judgment!"

This dissatisfaction directly silenced the audience, and a comfortable smile flashed across the face of the elder prince.