Chapter 314 Do You Like Him?

Ning Xuemo was a little embarrassed. With such a small request, she would naturally not sing opposite scenes with each other.

Taking the opportunity to break free of Ji Yunhuang's hand, he walked over.

Ji Yunhuang was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but seemed to be worried about something, and finally closed his mouth. He only told Ning Xuemo behind his back: "Xuemo, be careful..."

Ning Xuemo didn't look back, she only used her hands to compare her hands with scissors, proving that she understood.

She finally saw the painting that Han Shanyue had just painted. My heart suddenly moved!

It was a half-painted landscape picture. The mountains are stacked, the heights are different, and the clouds cover the fog. Surrounded by the mountains, there is a waterfall with strange rocks beside the waterfall...

This... This is actually a bit like the scenery she saw after the illusion of the ninth peak of Tianshu Mountain disappeared!

Ning Xuemo raised her eyes to look at the master Han Shanyue beside her. Looking from her position, the master's face was still a little blurry. At such a close distance, she still couldn't see his face...

A thought suddenly came to Ning Xuemo's mind.

Isn't this Master Han Shanyue transformed from the Nine Deities? !

She was startled by the thought of her own, and couldn't help but look at him again.

Han Shanyue didn't look at her, she just ordered: "grinding."

The palm fell on the half-painted drawing paper, and a faint white smoke suddenly appeared from the drawing paper, and the entire drawing paper disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Ning Xuemo: "...Why did you destroy this painting?" She felt a little distressed. The painting had both shape and spirit. She wanted to take a second look at the first glance, but after the second look, she was actually there. illusion...

Although Ning Xuemo doesn't understand painting very well, it should be Zhang Chenggong's work that can easily bring people into the artistic conception of painting, right? What a pity it was ruined! Give it to her and she can sell a lot of money...

"It's dirty." Han Shanyue replied succinctly.

The painting boy next to him also had a distressed look on his face. They are prodigies in painting, and they are considered talented young painters. They were invited by the teahouse this time to help this Master Han Shanyue, and they were naturally very willing to come.

When I saw Han Shanyue paint a moment ago, and when he saw the dragons and snakes in his brush, the landscapes appeared as if they were alive under his brush, and they were fascinated...

Although only half of the painting was completed, in their eyes, it was already a peerless treasure, but they did not expect that the master would destroy it if he said it was destroyed!

They didn't even see where the stain was...

After thinking about it, it was the sudden noise of these two people who disturbed the master! Only let this peerless work be destroyed in one fell swoop!

The two boys glared at Ning Xuemo resentfully.

Ning Xuemo just pretended not to have seen it, but smiled instead: "It's just a small flaw, why does the master want to be so perfect?"

At this time, the two drawing boys had already reopened a piece of drawing paper and smoothed it out.

Ning Xuemo is also agile. She sharpened the ink in three or two times. For some reason, the ink seemed to bite her hand. She just finished the ink, and her fingertips were inexplicably broken. She couldn't hold back, and a drop of blood dripped into the ink.

"Should I re-grind?" Ning Xuemo knew that the painting saint in front of him was a perfectionist, and resignedly wanted to pour out the ink stained with her blood.

"No problem." Han Shanyue raised her hand and pressed it on the inkstone.

Ning Xuemo couldn't withdraw his hand in time, and he was pressing him on the back of his hand.

His palms were as cold as ice, Ning Xuemo shivered from the cold, and was about to withdraw with a frown...