Rebirth of the soul rekindles the dream of the beauty of the country

The Green Water Saint used paper and pen, and then waved at the flower in the mirror like a dragon.

Jing Zhonghua was shocked by Rulong's talent. When she saw Rulong waving to her to come over, she didn't know what Rulong wanted to see her for, so she flew over in a daze.

Su Xiaoyu was also dizzy and extremely excited. When she saw Rulong calling Jingzhonghua over, she felt a little jealous.

The Green Water Saint didn't know what Rulong meant, but he didn't try to stop him. He just spread paper and ground ink on the square, preparing to paint. Of course, if Rulong wanted to use the sky as paper, he could only imitate him, because that would be attractive, and he couldn't be at a disadvantage in terms of form.

Although Flower in the Mirror was a great beauty, there were ten saintesses from third-level sects present, plus many beautiful geniuses, so Flower in the Mirror was just one of the waves, without the feeling of standing out from the crowd, and could not cause a sensation.

Jing Zhong Hua flew to Ru Long's side and was about to ask him what he wanted, but Ru Long said, "Can I borrow your painting tools?"

When the Green Water Saint who was not far away heard that he didn't even have any painting tools, he still wanted to compete with him in painting. Was it an accident that Rulong didn't have any painting tools? Or was it because he didn't practice enough? If it was the latter, then his chances of winning would be a little better.

Hua in the Mirror was also surprised, but she felt that at least Rulong had practiced it before, but she didn't know what Rulong's life was like before.

Jing Zhonghua took out a large brush, a medium brush, a small brush, and an inkstone, and began to grind ink consciously.

Rulong said, "Is there a large amount of ready-made ink?"

Jing Zhonghua took out a large bucket of ink from the storage ring, and Rulong was very satisfied.

Rulong thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter if the ink and brush are worn out and damaged, right?"

The flower in the mirror said hurriedly, "They are all ordinary things."

Rulong then said, "Okay, then I'll do whatever I want."

The Green Water Saint had already begun to paint the landscape on paper. Rulong took a glance at it, then picked up the ink bucket and flew to an empty area in the square, splashing the ink on the square. Everyone was surprised. What was Rulong doing? Is there anyone who paints like this? It was too vulgar and insulting.

When the Green Water Saint saw it, he wanted to laugh and thought to himself, painting is a delicate job, it is not like painting a wall.

Qin Zheng and the other two were puzzled, but they tended to believe Rulong.

Su Xiaoyu trusted Rulong without reason. She felt that Rulong always acted unexpectedly and radiated a dazzling light all over his body.

Murong Xue couldn't see any mental fluctuations, but she knew that Rulong had a lot of clever ideas, and she didn't know what amazing things Rulong would come up with this time.

The Holy Son of White Cloud and the Holy Son of Blue Sky, having suffered losses at the hands of Rulong before, did not dare to look down on Rulong. They just watched Rulong's performance quietly. They had little interest in watching the Holy Son of Green Water.

Rulong has now become a shining star in the square, attracting the attention of geniuses from various sects.

Many people were puzzled by Rulong's behavior. Some sneered, some frowned, some were full of expectations, some whispered to each other, and some were concentrating on it.

After Rulong splashed the ink on the square, he waved his hand and the big brush in Jingzhonghua's hand flew into his hand.

Rulong used a large brush to quickly outline the ink scattered all over the square.

Rulong used the Phantom Steps, which was dazzling.

Soon, Rulong stopped, and a large landscape painting took shape. Everyone looked at it and wondered if it was Danfeng. Although it focused on spirit rather than form, it still had a lifelike feeling. That familiar feeling filled the minds of Danfeng's disciples.

Rulong threw the big brush to one place, and the big brush just formed a mountain peak. Isn't that the highest peak of Danfeng? It's so vivid.

When the Holy Son of Green Water saw it, he was also quite surprised. Although the painting technique of this dragon was barbaric and rough, it was also very skillful. But that was all. His chances of winning were not small.

Most of the appearance of Danfeng had been outlined on the paper spread out by the Holy Son of Green Water, and he was also drawing Danfeng.

Rulong waved his hand again, and a small brush flew out from Jingzhonghua's hand. Rulong added characters beside the stream in Danfeng's painting. Rulong wanted to paint Xi Shi washing silk. Xi Shi was one of the four great beauties in China, and her washing silk had rich cultural heritage and multi-layered beauty, which made her very suitable for painting. However, it would be a bit stale on Earth.