"The brush is here, the ink is here."

She handed over the brush.

"Just pour the ink into the bucket and just rinse the plastic bucket of mop."

“…”

After getting the brush and making a few simple gestures, Zhou Chen looked at the rice paper.

With the first step, draw a stroke in the air.

"What is Master Zhou doing? I can't understand."

"This... is closer at least. The man is two or three meters away from rice paper, and the pen is not stained with ink."

"I understand. Master Zhou is looking for a feeling. Just like athletes need to warm up before the competition, the painter also needs to 'hot hands' and move his wrists to ensure that he will not make mistakes in the future."

wrong……

Zhou Chen's movements became faster and faster, and even became so serious that it made people feel that he was really drawing something.

Haven't you heard that the owner of the Zhou Pavilion is not mentally correct?

Everyone was stunned.

"It seems that it is the so-called 'master' of this era again."

The Blue Sword Sword sighed in the Spiritual Realm Space.

"A meaningless showdown."

Liao Xiaoyi sighed too, and after waiting for more than ten minutes, Zhou Chen was still "doing".
Chapter completed!