"Hehe, girl, you have made a good plan. I'd better advise you to lose your heart!"

Hearing Ji Ling's words, Tu Biweng couldn't help but shout angrily, saying, "This is obviously a fool to play with him, so of course he refused to agree."

"What the hell is that you're willing to let us go?"

Fenglang frowned and said, "He didn't want to turn against this man who is bullied, but in this situation before him, it is obviously impossible to speak kindly."

"Let's talk nonsense, you can choose one of these three types: Kung Fu and calligraphy and painting. As long as you can defeat me, I will send you to the Holy Demon Palace immediately!"

The Tubi Weng roared angrily, and a hint of awe appeared unconsciously in his expression.

When Fenglang heard this, his brows frowned even more. When it came to the talk of this skill, it might be very difficult. As for the calligraphy and painting, it is his expertise. What should we do?

"Can we try the same thing?"

Fenglang sighed and said, even though he knew that this matter might not have much hope, but no matter what, he always had to give it a try, so he was willing to do so.

"Okay, for you are younger generations, I will promise you one more time!"

When he heard that he was going to compete with him, Tu Biweng seemed particularly excited and said loudly there.

Feng Lang thought to himself, let’s just talk about this generation, but since this old boy is willing to let him try the same thing, this is of course a good thing.

"What is the first thing to do? Should you come first or I come first?"

I guess he had lived here for many years, and Tu Bi Weng seemed a little excited. He was there and said to Fenglang.

"The first thing is to compare painting. Since you are older, you will naturally come first, and the elders will come first. How dare you offend?"

Fenglang didn't know the truth about Tubi Weng, so he hoped that this old man could perform first so that he would know what he wanted.

However, Fenglang was a little nervous when he heard the old man calling himself Tu Biweng. He didn't dare to call him like that without two brushes.

"I'll do it if I come. Young man, you all look forward to it!"

When Tu Biweng heard about painting in running script, his expression became unconsciously excited, and his face was radiant. He said to Fenglang and Ji Ling.

At this point, Fenglang and Ji Ling both saw that this old man particularly liked other people's flattery. If he said it later, he would give him some ** soup.

Speaking of ** storm, the wind and waves suddenly saved. He had brought such a bowl of it, but it never came in handy.

Even at this time, Fenglang still doesn't want to use this slut, because the bald man in front of him doesn't look particularly annoying. For such a person who is not annoying, Fenglang naturally won't use this cruel trick.

Under the surprise of Fenglang and Ji Ling, I saw that Tu Biweng's movements were too fast. In a short while, a table was created in the void, and on the table, snow-white rice paper was also covered with it, which looked as flawless as white jade.

"Hehe, I have used pens countless times in my life, and all those pens have been used by me so badly. Only this pen is the most suitable one..."

As he spoke, the man who was bald and didn't know where he actually took out a pen. He saw that the pen was shining with light, and it was indeed not bald.

"I'm definitely not bad at all compared to the judge's pen. You will see the magic here later!"

Tu Biweng said with a smile, it was obvious that he had a lot of favor for these two young people who were admiring.

Fenglang and Ji Ling looked at each other, then nodded constantly, and their eyes were filled with extreme respect for this bald man.

Even though Fenglang's heart was still a little contempt for his actions, but there was no way, who could not beat others?

"Oh! When it comes to painting, I don't know if you have any foundation. Look, the correct posture for holding the pen is like this. When writing, you must keep your heart absolutely ethereal. Only in this way can you draw the best painting, which is the endless imagination in your heart..."

Tu Biweng is definitely a good teacher. You see, once he stood in front of the table, his hands just touched the pen tube, and he began to speak endlessly. The sound of his words was absolutely full of charm, as if he was earnest and tempting.

Fenglang and Ji Ling listened, while nodding continuously, as if they were pecking at rice. Especially Ji Ling, at this time, she seemed particularly clever and well-behaved.

"I saw you so eager to learn. This time I should let you go. However, this is my duty. After all, the duty is sacred, but I can't be so careless. I have to ask you to understand!"

After talking for a long time to paint, Tu Biweng accidentally thought of his duties, but he looked stern and looked like he was doing business.

Seeing Tu Biweng's face, it changed so quickly, Feng Lang and Ji Ling were all so angry that they hated each other, but there was no way. If they could not beat others, they could not be forced. They could only compromise.

"What are you good to draw?"

He stopped the brush on the rice paper, but the Tubi Weng showed hesitation on his face, as if he had too many, so for a moment, he didn't know what to draw.

"Of course, you are the best at painting!"

Ji Ling saw the appearance of Tu Biweng and couldn't help but speak. Until she said that she cursed herself in her heart with annoyance.

This bald man can draw whatever he likes, and he can use it to interrupt himself. Ji Ling felt uncomfortable for a moment.

"Between the world, flowers, green grass, birds, insects, fish, each with its own posture, each with its own beauty. Famous mountains and rivers can inspire people's infinite pride, but these cannot show the exquisiteness in my paintings. Well, by the way, I'd better draw a beauty..."

The Tubi Weng was muttering there for a long time and hesitating there for a long time. Finally, he made up his mind to draw a beauty.

"Well, it's better to draw beauties, and I'll be the spiritual energy of the world. I smile sweetly and speak like a flower. The men in the world naturally regard heroes as the most, while the women in the world regard beauty as the most. If I choose this one to draw, I will naturally experience the most difficult artistic conception!"

When Tu Biweng was painting, he always liked to say something, and today was no exception. Listening to him chatting here, it was even more troublesome than an old woman.

Ji Ling listened on the side and frowned. No matter how she went to imagine, she would never have imagined that this old man with silver hair would have such leisure and elegance.

It’s really a shame that he can think of it. Ji Ling secretly despised this man who was bald in her heart, but of course she didn’t dare to show it on her face.

"It's good to draw a beauty. My favorite thing in my life is a beauty. Unfortunately, I'm not beautiful!"

When saying this, Ji Ling thought she was humble. In fact, she was always proud of her appearance, and this once brought her great confidence.

"Well, of course you are not beautiful, but your heart is pretty good, and there is a trace of beautiful women hidden deep in the corners of your eyes, that would be great!"

Hearing Ji Ling's words, Tu Biweng couldn't help but look at Ji Ling. What caught his eye was naturally the mediocre village girl, without a trace of beauty.

Along the way, Fenglang and Ji Ling came in a hurry, and even the disguise technique had not been changed. Therefore, Ji Ling's face was still the very ordinary one.

Hearing Tu Biweng’s words, Ji Ling couldn’t help but touch her face. Only then did she understand why Tu Biweng said such words, but she couldn’t refute them, and could only feel sulky in her heart.

Fenglang couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. He naturally understood why Ji Ling felt depressed, but they were busy with serious things at the moment. As long as the old guy in front of him was willing to let them go forward, let alone this misunderstanding, even if they really regarded Fenglang as a fool, what's wrong?

"Oh, by the way, before painting, I have to warn you something, otherwise if you miss my painting, you will lose!"

When saying this, Tu Biweng seemed very solemn. It was obvious that his words were really tight, and Fenglang and Ji Ling needed to be taken seriously.

"My father-in-law has something to say, and my sister-in-law and I will listen to it!"

Feng Langqing knew that at this time, there was no slightest disobedience to what Tu Biweng said, so he said very simply that he did not seek Ji Ling's opinion at all.

"That is, when I paint, you must watch it carefully, and you must not interrupt or make any messy actions. Otherwise, once it affects my painting, all the consequences will be completely responsible for you two!"

Tu Biweng's words seemed to be getting more and more serious. Later, he became so quick that he became more and more arrogant.

After hearing what Tu Biweng said, Fenglang and Ji Ling both nodded together and said yes. Since they knew that they could not violate it, it would be better to agree first and see if they could act at the opportunity again.

After Qian told Wan to give instructions, Tu Biweng relaxed a little, but he still did not start painting. Instead, he took a deep breath and then did some breathing skills.

Seeing Tu Biweng pretending, Fenglang and Ji Ling all smiled bitterly on their faces. This old boy was simply an old naughty boy, but they could only stay there.

After making some breathing, the Tubi Weng still didn't finish it. His body wandered in front of the table and actually punched a punch. After one punching, his face did not breathe a little, and he didn't breathe a little. Then, he walked to the table and picked up the brush again.

This time, Tu Biweng did not hesitate at all, and saw his pen wandering on the rice paper constantly. In a short while, the outline of a person gradually appeared on the rice paper.

Seeing the portrait drawn by Tu Biweng, there was already a trace. Fenglang and Ji Ling took a deep breath, and they were shocked. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!