God of Taoism

  Chapter 170 Have you played enough?

   "It's too noisy here, how about we find a beautiful place to paint?" Zhao Chuanhua said to Huangxian, holding back the ecstasy in his heart.

   "I don't have time, so I'm here." Huang Xian said lightly.

   "Then... well..." Although Zhao Chuanhua was upset, he could only draw here.

Flatten the three-point paper, Zhao Chuanhua rubbed it with Huaye inkstone and Guantianye ink, picked up the painting soul brush, looked at Huangxian carefully for a moment, and said with a smile: "Junior sister, when I paint, you must Don't move around, otherwise it will destroy the artistic conception, and it will be difficult to leave the celestial face of junior sister perfectly on the drawing paper, and it is not the masterpiece I wish for."

   "Okay." Huang Xian responded, and sat there quietly as usual.

  Zhao Chuanhua suppressed the joy in his heart, dipped a little ink in the painting soul brush, and began to paint on the three-point paper.

Zhao Chuanhua has done a lot of practice in order to complete the portrait painting in a short period of time, and also specially learned the skills of quick drawing, just to complete the painting of ghosts in the shortest time, otherwise the night will be long and dreamy, and the target will move before the painting is finished , If you change the pose, you can only draw again.

   Fortunately, Huangxian seemed to be very trustworthy. After agreeing to Zhao Chuanhua, she sat there calmly and did not move, letting Zhao Chuanhua record her appearance on the three-point paper.

  Ordinary portraits can’t use these sacred things, but the ghosts in Zhao Chuan’s True Life and Dao Yin paintings need these props to achieve the best effect.

  A painting was completed very quickly. The Phoenix Immortal was born like a cold fairy, and Zhao Chuanhua's painting skills are really powerful.

   "Perfect, it's so perfect, thank you junior sister, this is the most perfect painting in my life." Zhao Chuanhua looked at the completed painting and was already ecstatic.

  If it weren't for the crowds here, he really wanted to try to include Huangxian in the painting now, and let Huangxian become a painting ghost at his mercy.

   "Bring it?" Huang Xian remained expressionless, and stretched out her hand in front of him.

   "What?" Zhao Chuanhua froze for a moment, but didn't react for a while.

   "Those three holy items belong to me now, don't you want to talk?" Huang Xian stared at Zhao Chuanhua and said.

"How could it be? How can I not count the words? This Painting Soul Brush, Guantian Yemo and Huaye Inkstone belong to my junior sister. Please accept it with a smile." Zhao Chuanhua quickly smiled and sent the three holy objects to Huangxian In front of him, he thought viciously in his heart: "Little Niangpi, let you take care of it for me first, and then I will see how I deal with you. Are the things I painted by Zhao Chuan so easy to get?"

  Huangxian was not too polite, and directly put the three sacred items into the bag, and then stopped looking at Zhao Chuan's paintings.

  Zhao Chuanhua praised the portrait a few words, seeing that Huangxian ignored him at all, the resentment deepened in his heart, so he had to leave angrily.

But Zhao Chuanhua didn't go far, he found a restaurant nearby, ordered some food, and waited while eating, just wait until Huangxian left to make trouble, and when no one was there, he could attack her. Take her as a ghost in the painting, and take back my three holy objects.

  He still wants to paint other people in the Jingtai Academy. Although there are other top grades that can be replaced, but without these three holy grades in hand, I always feel that I am not too sure.

  The others are fine, that Bai Cangdong is too famous, if he can't draw his portrait perfectly, I'm afraid it will be difficult to accept him as the ghost in the painting.

  Zhao Chuanhua was not in a hurry, he just sat upstairs, eating and drinking while watching Huangxian fight with others outside.

"What a powerful woman, no wonder even the master values ​​her so much, and tried his best to accept her as a personal disciple." Zhao Chuanhua secretly regretted that if such a powerful woman could be used as a ghost in the painting, she would definitely be a An excellent helper, much stronger than ordinary holy beasts.

  It's a pity that he knows that Master Chilong will never allow him to do this. Even if he accepts Huang Xian, he still has to return her freedom in the end.

"Hey, since you can't have it forever, you can only cherish the moment. Once a woman is occupied, her psychological defense will collapse quickly. Even if her freedom is returned in the future, if she uses it properly, she can still follow her wholeheartedly. Me, I was married to me at that time, and the most beloved disciple of the master is also the wife of my Zhao Chuanhua, and Lihuo Island will not fall into the hands of my Zhao Chuanhua in the future." Zhao Chuanhua thought of his pride and endured He couldn't help laughing heartily, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Huangxian was more and more beautiful.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that Huangxian packed her things and went back. After a lot of fighting with people, she became better and better at controlling power and subtlety. The progress of Shanglian Sanjian is extremely astonishing.

Huangxian planned to go back to Jingtai Island, and then ask the wolf girl about her current situation. She took a top-grade giant sea turtle and went out to sea. Not long after, she saw a person chasing after him on a whale After a closer look, it was Zhao Chuanhua who painted her portrait on the street today.

   "Junior Sister, we are really destined to meet so soon." Zhao Chuanhua looked at Huangxian with a smile, and was holding the portrait he drew for Huangxian in his hand.

  Huangxian seemed to have expected it a long time ago, standing on the back of the giant sea turtle with a calm expression, looking at Zhao Chuanhua indifferently, but did not say anything.

Zhao Chuanhua looked at Huangxian's haughty appearance like a fairy in the moon palace, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart. Seeing Huangxian smiled strangely: "Junior Sister, if you don't talk, let me tell you, Senior Brother." , from today onwards, you will be like countless women before, and become my slave to Zhao Chuanhua. You will obey my order. If I let you die, you dare not live, and if I let you live, you dare not die. Even if I let you go up and down the mountain of swords and fire, you will never frown, and you will not even complain about being an ox or a horse for me."

"But you don't have to worry. You are different from those ordinary women. I will love you very much. It's a pity that you can't enjoy the taste of ecstasy. As the memory of the ghost in the painting, you won't remember it. But don't worry, wait. In the future, I will let you experience that wonderful taste for yourself." As he said that, Zhao Chuanhua had already unfolded the scroll and took a picture at Huangxian.

  In his mind, he was fantasizing about how to play with Huangxian after taking her as a ghost in the painting. Zhao Chuanhua couldn't help showing a lewd smile on his mouth, but the smile on his face soon turned into consternation.

  Because the picture scroll has been photographed to Huangxian once, but Huangxian is still standing there, and has not been included in the picture scroll like those women before.

   "What's the matter?" Zhao Chuanhua hurriedly held the scroll in both hands, opened the scroll completely, and compared it to Huang Xian.

"Impossible...how could it not be accepted...I obviously succeeded in painting...how could this be..." Zhao Chuanhua's eyes widened, staring straight at the painting in his hand, it was drawn by himself for Huangxian There is nothing wrong with the portrait, and there is nothing wrong with the Phoenix Immortal standing in front of him, but why can't the Phoenix be included in the painting, Zhao Chuanhua just feels that his brain is not enough for a while.

   "Have you played enough?" Huang Xian's expression was as cold as ice, the Dragon Scale Blade was already in her hand, and the icy blade shone like blood in the setting sun.

  (end of this chapter)