On the second day of the second month, it is dark.

When he woke up early in the morning, Pan Long heard someone sighing on the street.

"It's so strange! No matter how windy and rainy it was before in previous years, the clouds would surely be clear on February 2nd. Why is it different this year?"

"God knows."

"Haha, it's true that genius knows."

When Pan Long heard this, he frowned and pushed the window to look into the sky. He saw that the clouds were heavy, covering the sky and the sun. Although it was not as good as before it rained, it did not seem to be able to clear up in a short period of time.

If he had seen such a sky, he wouldn't have cared about it at all. But today... he was a little worried.

Feng Conghu, Yun Conglong, and the clouds in the sky are so thick, could it be that the dragon gods from all sides really come to join forces to fight against the demon god Yiwu?

If there was a real battle between the immortals in the sky, I would be afraid that the mortals on the earth would be devastated!

But no matter how worried he is, he has no choice.

The battle in front of him, not to mention that he is only equivalent to the innate realm, even if his Nine-Turn Mystery Technique is higher than the strength of his real master, it may not be of no use.

The strongest among the real masters are enough to fight against immortals, Buddhas and demons. But facing a group of immortals, Buddhas and demons, even the most powerful real masters are helpless.

Pan Long sighed and felt the importance of improving his strength.

In the previous life, there was a saying that "Money is not omnipotent, but it is absolutely impossible to have no money". If it is used in the Jiuzhou world, it is probably "Martial force is not omnipotent, but it is absolutely impossible to have no force."

"Violence cannot solve problems, but it can solve people who bring problems. The famous quotes on the Internet make sense."

Perhaps because the River God’s Marriage Festival is held today, whether it is a restaurant on the ground floor of the inn or a small stall on the street, the breakfast is all peach blossom soup and peach blossom cake. Moreover, there are a lot of peach blossom petals added to the dishes today. After eating them, many people have pink on their faces, but the color of the petals.

Pan Long is no exception.

Walking on the street and looking at the people covered in red and dressed in exquisite and beautiful clothes, Pan Long's mood also improved a lot.

Perhaps, everything is just him worrying about nothing, not necessarily.

When the demon god Yiwu killed the Taohua River Dragon God, there was no record of any such thing as the sky collapsed and the earth cracked the creatures. Maybe this time it was almost the same.

He followed the abortion to the dock and saw many small stalls here. The vendors were selling various gadgets with the theme of river god marriage. Many people even bought one or two pieces and handed them to the children around them.

Pan Long didn't buy these gadgets. He looked while walking and soon noticed a stall far away from the river.

The owner of the stall was dressed as a scholar, but his appearance was clearly a woman. She was surrounded by a box with various painting materials, and an easel was placed in front of her, probably for a portrait.

But now there is a rush of people, and everyone is heading to the dock to see the ceremony. Her stall is deserted and there is not even a single customer.

Pan Long walked over curiously and asked, "Portrait?"

The woman turned her head and looked at him and nodded.

Pan Long was stunned - he was a human being in two lives and had seen enough people, but he had never seen such eyes.

If you use one word to describe those eyes, it must be "clear".

Before this, he had seen many people with clear eyes. Some were young and ignorant, as pure as white paper; some were upright, cautious in words and actions, and even some were profound in cultivation, knowledgeable and broad-minded in the world.

The eyes of these people are all clear. In a more literary way, they are like shallow streams, almost clear enough to see at a glance. They are all clear and clear, without any concealment.

But compared with this woman, their eyes were not clear enough.

Children always want all kinds of things, and they have all kinds of straightforward desires in their eyes; gentlemen are always wary of their words and deeds, and they can see strict self-discipline in their eyes; elders have experienced too many things, and even if they have a high level of cultivation, they often feel a little tired.

But there was no trace of these impurities in the woman's eyes, only a piece of purity.

In theory, this kind of eyes without any impurities should look like an inorganic coldness. But her eyes were very peaceful, and there was an indescribable warmth, as if she was a tourist walking in the mountains and fields, and she would sing loudly at any time to express her love for nature and life.

Pan Long subconsciously became restrained, bowed and asked, "I don't know what to call him?"

"My last name is Bi." The woman replied, "If you want to paint a portrait, you can sit on the stool opposite you or stand."

Pan Long nodded and walked to the opposite side of the easel and stood.

The woman took out a charcoal pen from the box beside her and quickly painted it on the white paper on the easel. After a while, she drew a portrait.

When she said "the painting was done", Pan Long walked over and saw it, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

She used not the fine brushwork drawing technique commonly used in the Kyushu world, but a very rare sketching technique.

Of course, there is this kind of painting method in the world of Kyushu, but because of the use of charcoal strips, it is looked down upon by the upper class and denounced it as "unable to enter the elegant hall". Moreover, the painters here emphasize "being complacent", emphasizing grasping the characteristics of characters and scenery, and even exaggerating it. They are not enthusiastic about the sketching techniques of blindly pursuing "image".

Generally speaking, only people who often need to "draw like" such as constables and patrol wind will specifically learn this painting technique.

Pan Long has also learned this kind of painting method, but his skills are far inferior to that of this female painter named Bi. He even felt that he had never seen someone who could draw such a good painting.

Anyway, there is definitely not in the world of Jiuzhou. However, among the professional art talents in their previous lives, there may be this level?

Haven't been in contact, not sure.

"It's so good!" He couldn't help but sigh, "This is such a wonderful painting technique!"

The female painter smiled and said, "It's good to like it. I'm not good at fine brushwork, I only know this crude charcoal brushwork method. Back then, I was often criticized by my classmates for being a disgraceful person. It's rare to meet someone who appreciates my skills so much, and I'll give this painting to you."

"You have been busy for so long, and you can't even charge for hard work." Pan Long was not willing to take advantage of this, and immediately took out the money, but the female painter just shook her head and looked at her gaze. She swallowed all the things Pan Long wanted to say and sighed softly.

Just then, a noise came from the riverside.

"The bamboo raft is here!"

"Look! The River God Concubines have arrived!"

"So beautiful!"

Pan Longxun looked at the sound and saw everyone running towards the river, and they were rushing to one after another, crowding and huddling.

He shook his head and turned to say something, but found that there were empty painters, easels, tool boxes, stools... all disappeared.

"ah?"

He was shocked and hurriedly lowered his head, but he clearly still held the sketch of himself in his hand.

There is also a line of small characters in the corner of the portrait.

[Tianxiong 6065, Bi Lingkong made a gift and left a gift for you]
Chapter completed!