What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

She really couldn't think of the use of Xiao Fangdao's portrait, whether it could ward off evil spirits or attract ghosts?How did it attract so many people to stop and comment?And just now it seems that someone took out a lot of money and bought a few——

Xu Chuilu frowned and said, "Why are they buying this?"

It was noisy here, and the normal volume of speech was completely submerged in the fragrance of clothes and temples. Xuanjian could only stand on tiptoe, grab the sleeve, and make the other party lean towards her, and said with his head up: "Whether it's an admirer or a hater, Those who want to find the suzerain must know what the suzerain looks like."

Xu Chuilu wakes up.

Since the title of No. [-] in the world is placed here, there are probably as many followers as haters. There are no photos and media to spread in this place. To know Xiao Fangdao's appearance, he can only rely on other people's descriptions and these portraits. .

"But it's painted like this... Neither men nor women can tell, so how can it be used as a reference for finding people?"

Xu Chuilu felt that his voice was not loud, and that being in the noisy yelling was worse than mosquito singing, but he didn't know how the ears of the goatee painter could accurately capture this indecent remark. He sat up and shouted angrily at this side: "Who is talking nonsense here? What do you mean by 'painting like this'? The girl over there came over and made it clear!"

She secretly thought that it was not good, and hurriedly led Xuanjian to squeeze out, going against the current, the two people who were not conspicuous at first suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.

However, at this point, the only way to go is to bite the bullet and sneak away. She had squeezed half of her body out of the circle, but suddenly felt someone poke her shoulder with something hard. When she looked back, it was that Painter's pen.

"Girl, I think you have a lot of insight, you should be an expert, why don't you come and add a few strokes for me?"

The painter twisted his beard and squinted his eyes, with a contemptuous expression.

Xu Chuilu thinks his lines should be——are you teaching me how to draw?

She didn't mean to bring down the stage at all, but what she said just now... was just a joke on the trumpet, but she forgot to switch the number and was screenshotted to the death scene in front of the person involved.

Being chased to this point, it's hard to pretend to be a fool, so she could only smile bitterly and say: "I'm an outsider, I was just talking nonsense, old man, don't care about me."

"The words have been spoken, and it is hard to get back. You have hurt my business. How can you say it without showing some sincerity?"

Xu Chui revealed that it was true.

After all, there is still a word of money that cannot be avoided.

This is obviously a deliberate touch to porcelain. It turns out that this person's pen skills are not very good, because he puts his mind on practicing his ears.

"Look at her clothes, she seems to be a disciple of the Ruthless Sect."

"Then she must have seen Xiao Fangdao? Maybe the old man really doesn't look like a picture?"

"Since the girl is sure, it's better to draw a picture, and you can't lose money."

Everyone around is booing.

Xu Chuilu doesn't like to make trouble, but she never suffers from boredom.She didn't want to "spend money and eliminate disasters" as soon as she got off the mountain, not to mention that Xuanjian was still by her side, so she couldn't do the thing of giving away money for free.

So she took the split brush, walked to the painting booth, and moistened the tip of the brush in the inkstone.

The artist stretched out his hand and pulled out his own painting, leaving Xu Chuilu a piece of white raw paper, and said coldly: "I can only use a piece of paper, this is the best paper clip."

"Thank you."

Xu Chuilu has never held a brush for many years, but he still has the foundation of traditional Chinese painting when he was a child. If he can't draw fine brushwork, it is not difficult to create a freehand figure.

She used splashed ink to draw out Xiao Fangdao's long hair, and used the center to outline her figure. The scorched ink was used as a sword, and the wet ink was used as a dress. Finally, she delicately traced her sharp and charming eyebrows and eyes, and added a very light touch. The lip color is finished.

It's hardly a problem for her.

Everyone also poked their heads to watch intently, and sighed from time to time, just like the barrage floating horizontally during the live broadcast.After Xu Chuilu finished writing, she was full of confidence, but she saw the artist frowning and staring at her masterpiece for a long time. After a long while, he hesitated to ask: "Is the woman you painted... the master of the Heartless Sect?"

What do you mean?

Even if her paintings can't be called majestic, they can be regarded as having both form and spirit, right?

As soon as she nodded, she saw the painter's teeth suddenly showing spring, and everyone laughed together.

"Is this person really a disciple of the Unfeeling Sect? Doesn't she know that Xiao Fang's sword is eight feet long and looks like a strong man? If he is so thin, how can he lift the sword?"

"Hahahahaha, if Xiao Fangdao is so pretty, how can the Ruthless Sect be so ruthless!"

"...?"

Xu Chuilu wanted to refute, but the painter had already rolled up the paper, kicked her off the square stool, bent her wrinkled eyes, and said to her: "Young lady's brushwork is gentle, it's a waste of time to paint such a rough person." , why don't I recommend some booksellers for you, and draw the illustrations for those story books."

No, there is no shortage of money anyway.

She just felt a little annoyed by Xiao Fangdao's distorted image.

Before answering the question, a man's lewd smile came from the crowd: "What kind of illustrations are you drawing? I think her erotic painting is just right—"

Xu Chuilu frowned.

The man's laughter was suddenly interrupted by the muffled sound of flesh and stone hitting each other.

"Who? Who kicked my ass?!"

The people around the booth were crowded with each other, with no gaps in their clothes. He was in the crowd, and no one could "kick" him.Seeing his fuss, the people around him covered their noses and said in distaste: "What are you talking about, the most people around him will touch you, rough skin and thick flesh, can't you bear it?"

The man's face turned red and then pale, and he limped away while suppressing his pain and anger.

Xu Chuilu felt something strange, looked down at the painter, and found that one of the four jade stones used for the paperweight on the table was missing for no reason.

"...Thank you for your advice, old man, but I don't have the ability to make money from it. I would like to thank you for your kindness."

The painter waved his sleeves and impatiently urged her to leave.

And when Xu Chuilu was about to cup his fists to say goodbye, the other party said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Since you are a new disciple who doesn't know martial arts, you should be cautious when going out."

Her eyes moved slightly, and she paused for a moment.

Finally, Xuanjian led her to escape from the suffocating crowd, and stopped at a relatively deserted alley corner.

"Sister Xu, Master Bixu has a bit of a bad temper. He just likes to tease the younger generation, and he definitely doesn't intend to look down on you."

Xu Chuilu opened his mouth and said in astonishment: "He is really a member of the Unfeeling Sect..."

Xuan Jian shook his head: "He can't be counted as a member of my sect, but he is an elder of Ming Li Guan."

Appeared, the new term.

The scene in the illustration on her computer only included the Rueqing Sect, and she had never imagined and knew nothing about the things under the mountain. However, since Yumen appeared, she knew that her understanding of this Jianghu was only the tip of the iceberg, a drop in the ocean. This is just a picture of the world unfolded by a painting... It is really too complicated.

Can Xiao Fangdao actually involve so many complicated and chaotic forces?

"What is the relationship between Ming Li Guan and the Unfeeling Sect?"

Xuan Jian didn't seem to expect her to ask this question, he paused and said: "First there is You Huang Mountain, then there is Ming Li Guan, and then there is Jue Qing Sect."

"That is to say, the Unfeeling Sect was built on the Mingli Temple? What about the original Mingli Temple?"

Xuan Jian was a little disappointed: "Those who are willing to stay will become members of the Unfeeling Sect, and those who do not want to stay can only disperse."

Xu Chuilu almost understood.

"The suzerain was once a disciple of Mingliguan, and so are you, right?"

Xuan Jian nodded: "The suzerain master Cheng Mingli Guanzhu is his most valued disciple."

Xu Chuilu felt dizzy for a while.

No wonder she always felt that something was wrong, Ganqing was originally a Kundao.The three halls of retreat, bigu, heart, leisure, walls full of scriptures, extravagance... don't they all match up?

and also--

"The brass bell on your body won't be..."

Xuan Jian said bluntly, "Sanqingling."

great.

She thought she was a pure snowflake that fell into the devil's lair, but now, she is the poisonous miasma of the breeze, the blemish of the beautiful horse, and the blemish of the white wall.

She should punish herself three cups for her recklessness.

When Xu Chuilu was secretly melancholy, he suddenly heard the sound of a wooden wheel hitting the ground from the end of the alley.The sound was choppy and incoherent, for it came from an old four-wheeler.

A young girl with a strong body and a strong will turned the wheel with her bare hands, and slowly passed in front of the two of them.

Here, the bleak autumn wind, the desolation of crows, the sluggish rolling of the wheelchair, the difficulty of moving forward, the paleness of the girl's face, and the determination of her expression can be said——

It belongs to the level of setting up a camera and starting to shoot public service advertisements directly.

The author has something to say: no updates on Saturdays, and three updates on the day of entering V on Sundays!It's the thick and long you want!