Chapter 240: The Means of Obtaining Xuanhuo

This thing is very simple and very strange. A bundle of animal hair was inserted into a finger-thick jade tube, and none of the people present knew what it was.

Of course they don't know it's a brush, because there are no brushes in this world.

"This thing is called a writing brush. It is what I use to write and paint. I hereby present it to Lord Qin as a gift for his fiftieth birthday party." Yang Dingtian said respectfully.

Immediately, everyone almost snickered, and even Qin Wanchou couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.

The presents from all the people present were extremely valuable, but he Shen Lang (Yang Dingtian) only gave him a so-called writing brush, which was really shabby. The value of this thing would not exceed half a silver coin at best, it was extremely shabby.

Seeing that his lover found out such a shabby gift after touching it for a long time, Qin Meng felt both love and resentment in his heart: "You're really an idiot."

Then, Qin Mengli said: "Shen Lang, your gift is too shabby, and no one knows how to use your so-called writing brush, why don't you demonstrate it and let everyone see what is the use of your writing brush?" .”

Qin Mengli knew that his lover was talented, so he wanted Yang Dingtian to take the opportunity to show off.

"Oh, yes!" Yang Dingtian said.

Then, he said to the servants in the hall: "I need a blank sheet of paper."

Immediately, the servant looked at Qin Wanchou.

"Give it to him." Qin Wanchou said.

"Yes." The servant went out respectfully, and about a minute later, he brought a piece of white paper about one square meter in size.

Yang Dingtian took the white paper and laid it flat on the ground, then brought a pot of wine and rubbed the ink with it.

Of course, he also made this ink stick by himself, but fortunately, this thing is not difficult.

After grinding the ink, Yang Dingtian took a deep breath.

The most critical moment of performance tonight has come, and it depends on this time whether he can win the other ordinary world-level Xuanhuo map in Qin Wanchou's hands.

After sticking the brush in the ink, Yang Dingtian started to paint on the white paper.

Immediately, there was silence in the arena, and everyone's eyes were on the white paper in front of Yang Dingtian and the brush in his hand.

With a slight flick of the brush, an irregular curve appears in the picture.

Everyone was slightly stunned, what the hell is this?

Next, Yang Dingtian painted very fast.

One horizontal, one vertical, one bend, one fold.

Few dozens of strokes!

Everyone can see that this is roughly the scenery of the grassland.

Yang Dingtian's ink paintings focus on spirit rather than form. Although there are only a few dozens of strokes, the empty grassland suddenly appears vividly on the paper.

Although it is not very realistic from the picture alone, but the distance, broadness, and feelings make people see that this is a grassland at a glance.

This is the charm of ink painting.

There are painters in this world, but everyone pursues realism, and everything is for martial arts, and has little to do with art. Although Yang Dingtian's attainment in ink painting is not high, it is enough to conquer anyone in this art desert.

After drawing the general scenery of the grassland.

With a few more strokes, Yang Dingtian drew the wind-blown grass.

Then, with a few strokes, several horses, cattle, and sheep were drawn.

Of course, the horses, cows, and sheep of this world.

In the end, Yang Dingtian painted the distant mountains, the sun and the moon with a few more strokes.

Finally, Yang Dingtian wrote an inscription on the blank space, using the words of this world:

Lichuan in the east, at the foot of Mang Mountain.

The sky is like a dome, covering the whole field.

The sky is gray and wild.

When the wind blows the grass, the cattle and sheep are low.

After finishing writing, someone suddenly clicked their tongues.

There is no poetry in this world that exists solely as art, and almost everything in this world serves martial arts.

After the poem was written, everyone present was amazed. They just thought it was good, but they didn't understand what was good about it. But they felt very, very good from the bottom of their hearts, very, very amazing.

And Qin Mengli's beautiful eyes were already blurred. She knew that her lover was different from everyone in this world. She knew that her lover was brilliant, but she never thought that her lover was so amazing. And compared to that Yan Bieqing, it is really empty. And since he had been tempted by that man before, Qin Meng felt only bouts of embarrassment in his heart, because he was really too frivolous and superficial at that time.

Everyone present was amazed by Yang Dingtian's brand new art form, but no one noticed that after seeing this painting, Qin Wanchou and Qin Huaiyu's eyes changed slightly, and then quickly glanced at each other.

All of this was fleeting, and no one noticed, including Yang Dingtian himself.

Because after Yang Dingtian finished the painting, he bowed and sent it directly, without looking at the expressions of Qin Wanchou and Qin Huaiyu. He didn't dare to look at it, and couldn't look at it.

Because the Chinese painting he drew is somewhat similar in spirit to the other ordinary Xuanhuo map in his hand, even in some places there are some similarities in shape. And if Qin Wanchou and Qin Huaiyu had the other half of the Xuanhuo map in their hands, they would definitely be able to see it, or at least feel it.

Because, these two people are undoubtedly outstanding people in this world, one of the smartest people.

After finishing the painting, Yang Dingtian handed the painting directly to the servant, and also sent out the brush in his hand. Because the brush is the gift, the painting is just an accessory.

After sending it out, Yang Dingtian stood there respectfully. Although he knew he shouldn't, the cold sweat continued to break out on his back, and he was extremely nervous.

This is his plan to obtain the other half of the Xuanhuo map, whether it will be successful depends on this time, and it is completely risky, risking his own life.

Now, he has done what he needs to do, and the next step is to wait for Qin Wanchou's trial.

After Qin Wanchou took the brush and painting, he glanced at it, and then his gaze focused on Yang Dingtian's face for a long time.

Yang Dingtian tried his best to suppress himself, not to let himself tremble, although the speed of breaking out of cold sweat was getting faster and faster.

This person in front of him is a master-level powerhouse, almost the most powerful enemy Yang Dingtian has ever encountered.

Just one finger of his is enough to crush him to death, no matter whether Yang Dingtian has deep sea black clothes or not, no matter what kind of mysterious symbols Yang Dingtian has, at this time Yang Dingtian is as weak as an ant in front of him.

Qin Wanchou just stared at Yang Dingtian coldly, while Qin Mengli didn't even dare to take a breath at this time, his beautiful face became pale and his expression became more and more frightened.

Yang Dingtian tried his best to calm down his breathing, suppressing his nervousness and even some panic.

After half a minute, Qin Wanchou finally spoke.

"Your talent is very high. I am very surprised that I am nearly thirty years old. Why have I just broken through to the Wuxuan level powerhouse? Now I finally know the reason. You have spent all your energy on these heretical ways." Qin Wanchou said , then put down the painting, and said lightly: "From now on, you will be the leader of Qin Mengli's guard honestly."

Then, Qin Wanchou continued: "The birthday banquet continues."

Everyone was startled, what does Qin Wanchou's attitude mean?

It seemed as if he was very alienated from Shen Lang, but he also seemed to value him a little bit.

However, Qin Wanchou was the supreme host of the evening at this time. He said that the birthday banquet would continue, and everyone immediately raised their glasses and continued to enjoy the delicious food and wine.

And Yang Dingtian walked directly behind Qin Mengli and continued to play the role of the leader of the guards.

Ye Wucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, changed his expression slightly, and said, "Senior Brother Qin, I'm overwhelmed with alcohol, I'm a little drunk, and I want to go down and rest."

Obviously, Ye Wucheng was still somewhat dissatisfied with Qin Wanchou's statement.

"City Lord Ye, please do whatever you want." Qin Wanchou said lightly.

Immediately, Ye Wucheng picked up Ye Feng who was on the ground and walked away.

Ye Wuzheng, on the other hand, still sat on the seat with a dull face, and continued to lose all reactions on his face.

Yang Dingtian stood behind Qin Mengli, although his face was expressionless, he was already in a state of confusion.

What is Qin Wanchou's attitude? Was his plan successful or not?

Only Qin Mengli was very happy, her beautiful face was full of pride, she flattered her elder brother with a sweet smile, she never left Yang Dingtian in her words, she still wanted her elder brother to perfect herself and her lover.

Qin Wanchou's expression was still filled with impatience and love, and he dealt with Qin Mengli in a somewhat perfunctory and doting manner. From here alone, it can be seen that Qin Wanchou is really a heart-wrenching elder brother.

Yang Dingtian also had a little understanding of this person at this time, he was a man with a deep city, but he didn't bother to hide it, and was full of temperament.

Two hours later, the birthday banquet ended.

He followed Qin Mengli all the way into the carriage, Yang Dingtian didn't get the response he wanted, and Qin Wanchou and Qin Huaiyu didn't say a word to persuade him to stay. Qin Wanchou didn't even express any surprise about how Yang Dingtian defeated Ye Feng.

Although Yang Dingtian was full of uneasiness and disappointment, he still meticulously protected Qin Mengli and left the inner city.

On the way back to the other courtyard, Qin Mengli finally couldn't bear it any longer, opened the door curtain, and said softly, "Mr. Lang, come up."

Yang Dingtian was slightly taken aback, then boarded the carriage.

As soon as she got into the carriage, a hot delicate body suddenly slipped into her arms, and the little mouth directly kissed her, and the little fragrant tongue slipped into Yang Dingtian's mouth by itself.

After a few minutes of hot and wet kisses, Qin Mengli panted and said softly, "Baby, you really make me proud tonight, and I love you so much. I know my brother very well. Although he didn't say anything, He already admires you very much in his heart."

Yang Dingtian smiled and said, "As long as he doesn't stop us, I'll be very grateful."

"No, I have already heard what he meant. He has actually acquiesced in the relationship between us, but he can't say it clearly in front of everyone. Didn't you see Ye Wucheng was about to leave the birthday banquet? , he didn't even stop it." Qin Mengli said softly. (To be continued [This text is provided by the dawn update group x-on:87453198]. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the "First Release" to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)