Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1390 Longevity tortoise! (2)
He also wanted to see what tricks this little devil could come up with.

"Yes." Lou Lingfeng waved and snapped his fingers, his eyes brightened.

The onlookers also looked sideways, and saw the little guy ran to the edge of the rows of inkstones in a few steps, then picked up one in each hand, shook the ink inside, and poured it on the pure white rice paper indiscriminately. He was neat, and within a few strokes, he splashed the Zhang-long rice paper all over the place.

"It's such a waste." Everyone frowned, it was too childish.

Lou Lingfeng threw his backhand, and the two inkstones in his hands rolled away, and then returned to the booth of brushes in a few steps, picked up a large mop-like brush with both hands to draw a ghost painting on the rice paper, dragged it and ran over , walked back, very busy.

"This..." The people next to him gradually saw some clues.

That large amount of money passed, and the outline of the mountain ridge gradually appeared!
The little guy ran and waved his arms before returning, the long river spiraled down, and the waterfall flew!

Dancing with the big mop-like pen and stomping vigorously a few times, it looks like several valleys and valleys, turning around a few times, and the lakes are connected!

"Do you see something famous? This little guy seems to have a few brushes." There are many celebrities who come here, and many people have found that the little guy looks like a ghost jumping around there, but in reality it's not true.

"Yeah, I don't think it looks like scribbling." Someone responded.

"Ah." About half a quarter of an hour later, Lou Lingfeng raised his head, exhaled a long breath, waved his hand very freely, and threw the large brush like a mop along with him. At the foot, the crowd spread out over there.

With just a few simple strokes, the continuous ridges and peaks, the falling waterfalls, the dark deep valleys and dense forests, the long rivers and the lakes and shoals... suddenly appear on the paper, the artistic conception is profound, and the ink colors are distinct, which makes everyone amazed.

"Good job!"

"The son of this family is young, so he doesn't know where his master came from?"

Everyone completely changed their previous views, and they all applauded appreciatively in whispers. I really didn't expect a child who looked only seven or eight years old to be so handy, a genius!
"Oh." Jin Ling raised his brows lightly, and murmured to himself, "This little devil really has two brushes."

"Brother is awesome!" Lou Xiaoxi jumped happily, while clapping her hands happily, her pigtails also bouncing and shaking.

Lou Lingfeng was sweating profusely there, while the little girl waved the flag and shouted, "Brother is the best!"

When Lou Xiaoxi was done, she giggled and calmed down, her little hand pulled back to the corner of Jin Ling's clothes, her dark eyes rolled down.

Such a big picture, how long does my brother have to draw, can she help me?
Although Lou Lingfeng is usually unreliable, but he is really concentrated when he is doing business, he is not disturbed by the outside world at all, and all the noise around him is automatically blocked by him, and he pays close attention to every minute. After he threw away the mop and the large pen, he quickly ran back to the pile of pens.

He stretched out his hands, and when he picked it up again, there were four pens between his five fingers!

"Is that okay?"

Although everyone was surprised at this time, they all stood silently by the side, watching the changes.

With one hand and eight pens, the little guy rolled around the inkstone with various colors and pigments with a wave of his sleeves, then lay on the edge of the corner of the rice paper, and began to draw carefully from left to right. .

"Shhhhhh!"

The speed was extremely fast, as if dancing swords there, everyone was dazzled and sighed: Inhuman!
"What are you drawing here?" Because it was just a rough outline, it was impossible to see what he was drawing, but the little guy ran away from the whole rice paper from left to right, from top to bottom. over and over.

With a wave of his hand, the eight writing brushes were thrown away.

"Yeah." The pen holder fell to the ground and rolled with a crisp sound. Everyone avoided it, but some people were still splashed by the paint on it and made a slight exclamation. The verbal abuse seemed to be extremely respectful to the little guy who was sweating profusely there.

"Do you see what is painted?"

"No."

I saw that on the huge rice paper that was ten feet long, the colorful colors were really charming, but they were messy, so everyone had to calm down and wait.

Lou Lingfeng picked up eight more brushes, dyed another layer of color, and then repeated the previous action.

Either lying down or sitting, or standing or leaning, the little guy paints extremely fast, and sometimes even hangs in the air shaking his little hands while stirring, and the colors on the faces of the people watching are also very rich and unusual, and their complexions are like The palette is the same, alternately replaced.

I have never seen this kind of painting method, let alone such speed!
"Really a god!"

Needless to say, just this posture has already impressed everyone.

The eight pens that Lou Lingfeng replaced were several layers thinner. When the little guy paused slightly, everyone looked away and looked at the whole giant painting, and their hearts were shocked. This is clearly a picture of a beast. FIG ah.

"Wonderful, really wonderful!"

There are soaring dragons and phoenixes, celestial horses and dragons, as small as vines and colorful sparrows, blue birds, bees and butterflies...there are countless of them. Although they are all unfinished, they already have a rough outline. With just one glance, among the continuous mountains, there are tens of thousands of beasts. The pilgrimage is full of momentum, magnificent and shocking.

Lou Lingfeng is also getting more and more energetic, everything else around him is reduced to air, and the rhythm can't stop at the moment, waving the colored pen in his hand, dotting the outline, jumping up and down so that his forehead is protruding Thin beads of sweat came.

"It seems quite reliable." Jin Ling curled his lips into a chuckle, watching leisurely from the side.

"What are you watching?" The guests who entered Shanshuiju were all attracted by the crowds surrounding them, and they all came to look curiously.

It's just that I couldn't move my eyes away at all, so I squatted here, so that the team of onlookers became stronger and stronger, and the Shanshuiju was crowded, people were pinched by the windows, and there were even figures hanging on the walls. There were even people on the street looking up.

The pens in the little guy's hands were changed from one batch to another, and the coloring material was added layer after layer. More than half an hour passed without knowing it, and Lou Lingfeng was jumping up and down, so busy that it was a joy.

Everyone's eyes were straightened, and when they were excited, they trembled and clapped their hands, almost turning their eyes and foaming at the mouth.

"call--"

Finally, after an entire hour, Lou Lingfeng got up and let out a long breath.

"Almost, that's about it." The little guy's handsome eyebrows were radiant, his starry eyes were shining brightly, and he flung his sleeves handsomely, and the last few pens were thrown out of his hand, falling to the ground with a grunt Rolling around.

(End of this chapter)