Chapter 1770

After the man left, Duanmu yawang bowed his head and began to adjust the color. After the color was adjusted, he began to draw seriously.

This time, she is faster than before.

In addition, the composition is not large, and it took only two quarters of an hour to complete a painting.

After the painting was finished and the marks were written, without her saying a word, the man with the basket appeared again.

After he appeared, without saying a word, he stared at the picture on Duanmu yawang's paper for a long time, and then opened his mouth to let Duanmu yawang roll up.

Duanmu Ya looked uneasy and rolled up the paper and handed it to him.

The man took it and gave it back to her with a red sachet.

Duanmu yawang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

With this affirmation, she was more motivated.

Moreover, in the following time, she actually finished a painting in less than two quarters of an hour.

From day to night, four or five paintings were finished.

And she also took four or five red sachets.

After dark, Duanmu yawang was worried that he would be unable to see clearly and difficult to draw, but there were just right candles around, so that they could draw without any obstacles.

Of course, there are only four painters left.

The others left when Duanmu yawang painted the third picture.

She was also distracted by the night shadow.

Naturally, they don't draw as fast as her. Usually she draws two and they draw one.

It's not slow.

However, there are still six or seven hours before midnight. They paint one picture an hour, which is not slow.

Moreover, she found that everyone else could get a red brocade bag for each painting, which was not a loss.

One painting an hour is a good idea, but Duanmu yawang forgot everyone's physical problems.

When Duanmu yawang painted the eighth picture and others painted the fourth picture, Ximen yingyue, a little boy, couldn't stand it first. His big eyes were wronged, "I can't stick to it. My hands are so sour."

Duanmuya looked at her. Ximen yingyue seemed to think of his previous words, bite his teeth, or continue painting.

Little Seoul is painting with a long fumigation brush. Duanmu yawang feels tired.

However, Ximen yingyue really couldn't hold on. After she finished the painting in her hand, she immediately threw away the brush, "I can't do it. If I draw again, my hand will be numb."

Without waiting for Duanmu yawang to open his mouth, night nongying also said with a sad face: "I don't think I can stick to it anymore. I've played all my imagination. Now I'm at the end of the mountain and can't think of what to draw next."

Simon yuntu calmly expressed his opinion: "I'm tired."

Duanmu Ya looked and listened, but he didn't show great surprise. He continued to draw his ninth painting on his hand, and said faintly: "I should have guessed that you can't stick to it, but you don't believe it."

Several other people are lazily completing their own painting. They are embarrassed to speak when they smell the speech.

After all, it was exaggerated before.

Duanmu yawang didn't make fun of them. He wrote and asked, "what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Of course, I'll go to the next ceremony after painting what I have in my hand." Simon yingyue hummed: "it's really boring and not fun to do the same thing. It's still fresh to go to the next ceremony."

Duanmuya looked at the other two and asked, "what do you two mean?"

Night shadow raised his hand: "I have no problem."

Simon yuntu, um.

"That's good."

Duanmu Ya looked at her hands and said, "wait for me for a quarter of an hour. I'll draw this one and we'll go."

"OK."

Naturally, the other three had no opinion and finished the ending painting one after another.

After painting, a man with a basket still appeared, took away their paintings one by one, and presented a red sachet.

They were not excited when they took the red sachet. They leaned over to see Duanmu yawang painting.

See Duanmu Ya look at the pen, if there is God, very fast, but each pen is just right, there is no mistake, can't help stopping to enjoy it.

Simon yingyue asked, "is this the eighth picture?"

"Ninth."

Duanmu looked up and didn't lift her head.

"Hum."

Simon yingyue pouted and whispered, "I don't know what your hand is made of. Aren't you tired after drawing so many?"

"Tired."

But I still have to draw.

If you promised to draw well before, you can't break your promise.

Looking at the beast slowly taking shape in the drawing paper, the first person to ask was Ximen cloud picture: "what's this?"

"Refute."

"Can refutation be a beast?" Simon yingyue said in surprise: "I only know refutation. Why does the beast have such a name?"

"..." she doesn't know.

She sees what she sees in the book of mountains and seas.

Ximen yingyue looked at it for a while and commented: "at first glance, it looks a bit like a horse, but it feels much sharper and more powerful than a horse."

"Well, it's a bit like a horse."

"But it has only one horn!" Simon yingyue said in surprise, "it's like a unicorn. It's so interesting! I like your refutation, too."

Duanmu looked at it with a smile and said, "it's not just a single horn. It's also white and black tailed. It has its own characteristics. And have you found that it's not hooves, but tiger claws. It's very powerful to grasp the ground and can resist soldiers."

"Don't blame your brother for loving it at a glance." Simon yingyue took a thoughtful look at his brother and said, "such a divine beast has great face whether as a mount or a partner."

"Yes."

Ximen yingyue raised his eyes and looked at his brother brightly: "do you want such a mount?"

Without waiting for Simon yuntu to speak, night nongying smiled angrily: "child, how can you say that if your brother wants, you can give him this thing as a mount?"

Simon yingyue pouted and said discontentedly, "it's impolite for you to interrupt when I talk to my brother, you know?"

"OK."

Night nongying raised his hand and surrendered, "I'll shut up now."

Simon yingyue looked at his brother again and asked again, "brother, do you want it?"

Simon yuntu looked at his sister and didn't answer.

Simon yingyue looked at his brother for a while, but he stopped asking and took back his sight again.

While they were arguing, Duanmu yawang had finished the work.

She was painting, and the other three stared.

Can't bear to look away.

When she finally finished painting a picture, night shadow looked at the lifelike pattern in the picture and couldn't help sighing: "it looks like a totem. It's really domineering. No wonder it can make those exiles look so impressed."

She thought it was a little interesting to make up the things she painted, but when she saw the things Duanmu yawang painted, she felt that what she had painted before was like a lump of shit

Duanmu yawang ignored her, put down his pen and stretched himself.

The man with the basket appeared again.

"How punctual."

"I don't know if I have a pair of clairvoyants. I can see everything," he said strangely

The man carrying the basket, Fang Fu, did not hear the words of night shadow, and frowned and glanced at them around Duanmu yawang.

The three knew they were in the way, so they had to retreat and avoid.

After the three left, the man examined Duanmu yawang's painting and asked her to roll it up again. When Duanmu yawang handed it to him, he also handed Duanmu yawang a red sachet.

When he handed it out, he unexpectedly said, "Congratulations, the ninth one."

"Thank you."

When Duanmu yawang said this, he thought of his business and hurriedly said, "by the way, I don't want to draw."

The man's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his tone was very calm: "why?"

"Painting is tired." of course, others are tired.

The humanitarian: "I have a refreshing pill here. I can give each of you one."

"No, we are tired of sitting and want to walk, so we plan to continue to attend the following ceremony."

The man listened calmly and asked, "have you decided?"

"Yes."

The man suddenly said, "if I let you draw one and pass, I can give you two red sachets?"

As soon as this word came out, everyone else's mouth opened wide.

Unexpectedly, he reopened the conditions to lure Duanmu yawang!

Simon yingyue muttered, "what's the matter with this year's exile ceremony? Why do you break the rules again and again? Aren't you afraid that someone won't be convinced?"