The cold wind is like a knife, and snow is flying thousands of miles away.

In the wind and snow, pedestrians on the road were rushing, as if walking on the chopping board and in a furnace.

The snow was falling tightly, and a flying deer cart came from the north. The rolling wheels ran through the ice and snow, leaving only a shallow trace, and were soon covered by the new snow, which showed how fast the car was.

"Brother, did we secretly leave the palace this time, did we agree to have a private visit? Is this flying deer cart a little too eye-catching?"

The flying deer cart is covered with a soft velvet marten blanket, which looks warm and comfortable. Inside and outside the car, it is like spring and winter. On both sides of the car are sitting a 14 or 15-year-old boy and a 12 or 13-year-old girl. The boy is half lying on the blanket, lazy and has a comfortable and comfortable face.

The little girl's eyes were full of aura, looking at the boy and asking her own questions.

"It's right to have a private visit on a mini-served basis, but since I brought enough crystals this time, it's okay to be lazy occasionally..."

The boy, who was called "Big Brother" by the girl, had a kind of confusion in his tone. He opened the window and looked out, and said, "Besides, it's so snowing outside now, and passers-by may not be able to see the other person's face when they come in, so there is no difference between taking a car and walking."

The little girl nodded without any principles, leaned against the car wall, looked at the starling with a smile, and said, "Then starling, please continue to draw your tiger. Anyway, there is still a long way from here to Yanling. I like to see the starling when she paints."

The starling smiled, but lay down on the long seat, crossed his hands and placed the back of his head, and stretched his legs as straight as possible, saying, "As the saying goes, it's hard to draw bones when drawing a tiger's skin. Red carp, do you know how many bones there are on a tiger?"

The little girl named Hongli shook her head.

"If you cut corners, you will have to draw a lot of money. If you don't have three hundred yuan, I won't stop writing."

Before Hongli could answer the conversation, the starling continued, "Do you know how much energy and time it takes for the starling to draw a small bone?"

Hongli looked up and thought, "I remember you said that half of the tiger's leg bone was drawn for half a year?"

"No! Hey, the time is pretty good. Anyway, as long as I don't compete with our brothers, I have this thing... the key is that it's too energy-consuming."

The starling said, shook his head and sighed, looking old-fashioned, "Sometimes, it feels as painful as being cut by a knife, so Jiumei, can you imagine how much the price I paid to draw that tiger leg bone?"

Hongli showed sympathy on her face and said, "Brother, I can't imagine it."

The starling laughed, "Yes, of course you can't imagine it! If the starling, I have the Ninth Sister, you have the talent of magic, not to mention drawing a tiger or drawing a dragon, it would be no problem."

The ninth sister Hongli is born with strange power and is extremely energetic. When she is angry, she can carry a tripod and can even strike a giant elephant head-on! When she was ten years old, she created a miracle of throwing the giant elephant into the sky.

Unfortunately, Liang Hongli, Princess Ninth Princess Liang Guoli, had never awakened her talent for cultivation. She took a lot of various elixirs, but all the mud cows entered the sea without any results.

Even so, there are still many large sects in the Xuan Realm who take the initiative to invite the little princess, which is clearly acknowledging her fate of "one force to surrender to ten times".

In the end, Liang Hongli chose Kunlun Mountain and learned art from Kunlun real people.

Hearing the words of the starling, Liang Hongli smiled first, her eyes bent into crescent moons, and then supported her hands, and said with regret: "It's a pity that I can't hold the pen."

Liang Hongli and the Eighth Prince Liang Yan were not born to the same mother, just because they were the smallest different ages and the Eighth Prince was easy-going and playful, so Princess Hongli and her brother had a better relationship than the Seventh Brother who was with the same father and mother. She had done more than once or twice such things like running away from home.

The Ninth Princess has great power and the Eight Prince has many ideas. Every time the brother and sister plan to escape from the palace, they can cooperate with each other and show their strengths, and finally escape smoothly. This kind of brother-sister relationship with revolutionary friendship has accumulated over time and is unbreakable. The younger Princess Ninth Princess will inevitably admire the "resourceful" starling, and worship leads to imitation.

Liang Hongli once imitated Liang Yan to learn how to draw and write, but every time he just held the brush in his hand, before he could start writing, the poor wolf hair broke into two pieces with a click.

Liang Hongli had broken 362 brushes of different materials, and had never drawn a complete painting or written a complete character. Mr. Lu from the Royal Academy of Liang State once smiled and commented on the strange ninth princess: "If you don't have a word, you will show your magical power!"

Liang Hongli eventually had to give up her dream of writing and painting and concentrate on practicing her strange power.

Originally, she was in a bad mood, but her words immediately turned her sadness into joy. At that time, the starling said to her: "The saint opened a door for you, and he would definitely close a window for you, otherwise it would be too unfair to others!"

Liang Hongli was stunned for a while, but didn't know what was thinking in her little head. She suddenly got up and lay on the car window, lifted the curtains and admired the snow outside the car. She saw that the world outside was covered in silver and white silver flew.

"Wow, so beautiful!"

Liang Hongli is a little girl after all. After all, she couldn't help but exclaim when she saw the picturesque snow scene outside.

"Ninth Princess, this is Zhifeng Ridge. There are monsters and monster kings appearing all year round. Please be careful."

The man who was driving the bus in front of him spoke out to remind him.

"With Uncle Ji here, I'm not afraid of any monster beast and demon king!" Liang Hongli's voice was gentle, with a bit of pampering.

The big man who drove the car laughed at himself when he heard this. Although his combat power was strong, he was facing the nine-level demon king head-on. Compared with the little princess' unreasonable talent of strange power, there was nothing worth showing off. From three years to one and a half years, the little princess's strength would definitely catch up and surpass him.

"Brother, look, there is a black tiger monster on the mountain!"

Liang Hongli pointed to the distant hillside and turned around and called Liang Yan.

Liang Yan sat up suddenly and lay down on the window next to Liang Hongli to look out. Sure enough, he saw a majestic black tiger standing next to a red plum tree. The black tiger's nose rubbed against the red plum, as if he was sniffing the fragrance of the red plum.

"There are tigers in the middle of the mountain, and you smell the red plums..."

Liang Yan murmured to himself, thinking something, and then shouted loudly: "General Ji, stop!"

The big man who drove the car immediately shouted and grabbed the deer cart.

Liang Yanxing was full of excitement when he arrived. He spread a piece of snow-white white paper on the long table in the car, then pulled out the hair of Qingzhou wolf, and started painting at the black fox halfway up the mountain.

There is a saying that literati’s writing is a sudden appearance. When encountering a particularly good inspiration, they should record it with a pen in time. If they use it in their articles every day, they can win a lot of money.

The same is true for painters. Once they suddenly have good inspiration, they should be recorded in time for future use.

Liang Yan is now preparing to draw an unprecedented picture of the tiger returning to the mountain. For this picture, he also has to accumulate inspiration and materials, just like a literati conceived article.

Brush!

Liang Yan's pen was flying. After a while, the overall outline of the black tiger was already vividly revealed on the paper. At this moment, the black tiger actually looked here.

"Two Your Highnesses, the black tiger is spiritual and has discovered us. Let's go quickly." General Ji, who was driving the car, urged.

Liang Yansheng was addicted to painting and forgot about things and forgetting oneself, so he naturally would not respond. Liang Hongli directly refused: "Don't leave now, wait until the starlings finish painting."

Heihu looked over for a moment and found that the flying deer cart had no intention of moving. He felt that the majesty was being provoked. He immediately roared and rushed forward.

The black tiger rushes, the earth shakes, and the mountains roll up countless pieces of silver-shattered jade. Seeing that the distance is far away, it is approaching in a blink of an eye.

Liang Hongli laughed and said, "It's coming just right!"

After speaking, the little princess jumped out of the flying deer cart and ran towards her like a wild deer. She stepped on the white snow, her figure slid like a swallow, and her speed was no slower than that of the black tiger!

Seeing this, the black tiger was stunned for a moment, but his speed of running did not slow down. He thought to himself: "No matter how strong he is, he is just a little girl, and his Taoism is limited!"

When each person and tiger were less than a mile apart, the black tiger roared again, with an amazing momentum.

It was greeted by a pink and tender fist and a Jiaozha: "Look for a fight!"

Following the pink fist, the huge snow pile that was overwhelmingly smashed over to the ground.

It is the pink fist that breaks through the air and rolls up thousands of snow!

Heihu was stunned for a moment, without hesitation, immediately stopped his front hooves, forced himself to turn around, and return the same way.

"Hey, why are you leaving?"

In the snow, a small figure shouted loudly at a black tiger monster that was coming and going back.
Chapter completed!