Handmade emperor big brother daily

After that day, Li He happily moved to the warning hall with all his belongings under the amazed eyes of everyone.In fact, there are some rooms in the warning hall for those who want to study here for a long time, but since it was built, there are only a handful of people who live in it, and people like this who obviously want to live in it...

Hmm... Now people don't think that Li He wants to become a law enforcement elder, they think that Li He wants to create a new kind of monk——'regulatory' monk!Some people even went to the warning hall to watch the excitement for a while.

Li He didn't care about those outside gazes at all.Everyone found that no matter how much they talked or watched, they couldn't get any reaction, so they left in boredom.

As for Liu Huaizhu and Jian Zun?They don't even care.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Huaizhu had already completed most of the fan's process.He carefully connected the fan bones, glued the layers of the fan together and then combined with the fan bones, and finally installed the sharp blades.

Finally finished! ! !

Liu Huaizhu stroked the fan excitedly. Although the step of identifying the owner and enlightening all the formations and charms of the fan has not been carried out, the fan now looks like a delicate ordinary fan, but after five years of production, Even just a 'shell' has already made Liu Huaizhu very excited.However, there is one more step to complete completion of the 'shell'.Liu Huaizhu lightly brushed against the snow-white fan, raised it up to the light and looked at the patterns underneath.what to draw...

Liu Huaizhu looked at the fan in his hand with a solemn expression. When he turned his hand over, sharp thorns appeared from the fan bone, and with a slight swing of his hand down, a deep mark was drawn on the hard crafting table.what to draw...

Liu Huaizhu raised the fan, flicked his wrist, the fan flew out, spun around the room several times, and drew traces.In the end, he flew back to Liu Huaizhu and was caught lightly by Liu Huaizhu.Why·····

Liu Huaizhu closed the fan, held the fan in his hand and swung it forward, a sharp blade flew out, pierced deeply into the wall, and then the refining room automatically started to recover.

Liu Huaizhu got up skillfully and went to the door, then took out another sharp thorn and put it back.How about... go find Master!Isn't this kind of calligraphy and painting proficiency the standard equipment of No. 1 in the world?Even if it's not very good, it's still better than a modern person like him!Even if you don't draw, you can write a few!

After listening to Liu Huaizhu's request, Sword Master: "..."

Jian Zun looked at the fan in front of him, inks of various colors and brushes of various thicknesses and materials.It was rare to fall into an inexplicable silence.

"??" Liu Huaizhu looked strangely at the motionless master who was staring at the fan, "Master...you don't have to take it too seriously. As long as it's written or drawn by you, it's fine. I'm Not for decoration."

Sword Master silently looked down at the exquisite carvings on the fan bones, even if there were so many formations to be engraved, Liu Huaizhu tried to blend them together skillfully.This fan is sold, and if you say it’s not for its beauty, no one will believe it.

Sword Master was silent for a long time, and finally choked out a few words, "What makes you think I can draw."

oh!Liu Huaizhu understood, and he quickly took back the ink and brush used for painting, "That's okay! You can write a few words! Master, I just hope to have a pair of your calligraphy..."

Liu Huaizhu looked at his master pitifully.

Sword Master: "... If you want calligraphy, I can write it for you. You don't need to take this..." Let's use your natal magic weapon to harm...

Liu Huaizhu replied bluntly, "Master, it doesn't matter! I will take out the magic weapon at that time, and once I say that it is painted by Yunxiao Sword Master, it will be a shock to say it!"

"Ah!" Liu Huaizhu suddenly noticed Jianzun's increasingly ugly face, and hurriedly said, "If the master doesn't like it, I don't have to say it. But even if I know it myself, it is also an encouragement to me!"

Jian Zun silently turned his head to look at Liu Huaizhu, "..."

Liu Huaizhu returned a pleading look.

Sword Master silently turned his head back again, trying to struggle again, "I can find Master Hui Ling (painting repairer) to help you..."

Liu Huaizhu flatly refused, "But you are my master!"

"..." Jian Zun fell silent again, staring at the fan for a long time without moving.

Seeing Master's reluctance, Liu Huaizhu calmed down slowly, and said in a slightly downcast voice, "If it's too troublesome, Master, forget it. I'll go by myself..." He stretched out his hand and was about to blow the fan take away.

Sword Master: "...No need."

Liu Huaizhu immediately withdrew his hand and looked at Master expectantly.

Sword Master: "..."

Sword Master said with difficulty, "You, go out first. I'll give it to you later."

"?" Liu Huaizhu looked at the master strangely, and didn't want to go out, and then moved out under the warning eyes of the sword master.Why don't you just write a word?Why can't I watch it yet?

But Liu Huaizhu didn't go far, he didn't think Master would spend much time.His request is really not high!If you can't draw, just write a few words!Even the word 'sword' is fine for him!

But... the time passed by every minute and every second, Liu Huaizhu insisted on waiting at the door for three hours before the sword master came out with the fan.

Liu Huaizhu: "..."

When Jian Zun handed over the fan to Liu Huaizhu, Liu Huaizhu could clearly feel the feeling of his master relaxing and finally handing over the important task.

"??" Liu Huaizhu took the fan suspiciously, unfolded it and looked at it.

Liu Huaizhu: "..."

Sword Master implied expectation in his eyes.

Liu Huaizhu: "..."

Sword Master frowned slightly, "Do you have any dissatisfaction?" Obviously you were the one who said anything back then.

"How is it possible!" Liu Huaizhu quickly closed his fan, looked at Jianzun excitedly and happily, "Master's painting is really wonderful! I feel that the overall look is particularly harmonious! It is very chic and elegant. "

Sword Master nodded in satisfaction and reservedly, that's right, and it's not in vain that he just splashed...wasted so much paper.

"Nothing, I'll leave first." Jian Zun didn't wait for Liu Huaizhu's reply, and disappeared directly in place.

Liu Huaizhu reopened the fan after Sword Master had left, and the front of the fan was a splashed ink painting.It's not the kind of painting, but the kind that is really splashed on!Combined with the smudging of the ink stains, although there is no special intention to make it, it looks like clouds and gauze ingeniously.The whole combination gives people the feeling of chic and elegant.Liu Huaizhu turned to the back and found the two characters 'Ling Xiao' written in ancient fairy script.I can't say how good the handwriting is, but it seems to be mixed with Master's sword energy.The two words give people a shocking feeling that hits the soul directly.

In fact, this didn't mean there was any disharmony, it was just that the splash of ink in the front shocked Liu Huaizhu too much.You know, he is a set of two fans!How can he make another fan the same as this one or match it now?

Liu Huaizhu put away his fan cherishingly, he was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something.He stood in front of the door and hesitated for a while, then pushed the door and walked in, and then saw white powder all over the floor.At this time, the room had already started the elimination mode, and the white powder on the ground began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Liu Huaizhu: "..."

He glanced quietly, and found that half of the stack of papers he had prepared had disappeared. He looked at the table again, and found that there were three very familiar bowls on it, with inks of different concentrations mixed in them.

Liu Huaizhu stepped forward, looked at the three bowls responsibly, and finally put them away before the formation was about to get rid of the three bowls.And when the few sheets of paper on the bowl disappeared, Liu Huaizhu discovered that the bottom sheets were filled with the ancient fairy script 'Ling Xiao'.

Liu Huaizhu picked up these pieces of paper with a complicated expression, and gently stroked the strokes on them.In fact, very few people now know these ancient immortal writings. He can recognize these two characters, in fact, it is only because he considered whether he could use this writing as a mark when he wanted to make some exclusive items for his master and junior sister.But it turns out that this kind of writing looks good and looks great, but it is actually too complicated to write. Every time I write a few strokes, I am exhausted, and finally I have no choice but to give up.Later, when he went to check the information, he found that writing this kind of ancient immortal writing took a lot of spiritual power and energy. For people who have already become immortals, this is definitely not a big deal, but for them , but these few words are likely to directly empty them out.Therefore, basically no one will use it now, and in the end, few people even know these words.

Liu Huaizhu never thought that his master would spend so much energy and practice so many characters.Obviously, just write two casually, why spend so much energy on it.Liu Huaizhu was moved and helpless, he carefully rolled up the papers and applied various anti-corrosion, insect-removing spells, etc., and finally put them into a box specially for storing precious herbs.

This is Master's calligraphy!None of you can get it!

Liu Huaizhu rummaged through the room again, and even found a few splashed ink drawings that survived the disaster, and finally put them away happily.

For a moment, Liu Huaizhu only felt that he was full of motivation, whether it was the motivation to continue refining the weapon or... the motivation to feed his master.

Sword Master: "..."

*two years later*

When the headman came over to discuss the matter with Jian Zun, he stared at Jian Zun for a while but always felt that something was not quite right.

Sword Master: "..."

The leader looked to the left with his head, tilted his head and looked again.Hey...what's wrong?

Sword Master: "·····#"

When Jian Zun finally couldn't bear to explode, he finally said hesitantly, "Zixuan, have you gained weight lately?"

Sword Master: "..."