Chapter 72 Painting the Power of God

Lu Shuo in front of him seemed to be a changed person. He stood there proudly, and his purple eyes radiated a feverish light, which was his love for painting. A domineering spirit emanated from his body, shocking everyone present.

After a while, the brush in Lu Shuo's hand was still like a proud dragon, flying smoothly on the scroll, as if his spirit was condensed on the tip of his pen, and he did not think about where to put the next stroke and what color to use.

However, the hundred grass clouds on the drawing paper are already the prototype. You know, it has only taken more than ten minutes to complete the prototype of a painting in such a short time. May I ask, who can do it except the painting god?

Most of the people who come to Yunmo Street are interested in painting, or come here to appreciate works or look for masterpieces, and some of them are even painters. But no matter what, they all know that Lu Shuo's painting skills have definitely reached the ranks of top painters. His skilled painting methods, top painting skills, and the pride that belongs to the painting god are not available to ordinary people at all. And what surprises everyone is not only that, but also Lu Shuo's age. A teenager who is only 16 or 7 years old has reached the level of a top painter. Then, there is no denying that Lu Shuo is definitely a painting genius, and even surpasses the painting god, Qianzhen, in the future.

A few traces of sweat have appeared on Yunhai's forehead, and the disdain on his face has disappeared. He is also a painter, but he asks himself that he can't reach such a state at all, or it can be said that such a state he can't do in his life.

The boss behind Lu Shuo also opened his mouth and looked at him with surprise.

The same is true of Han Ying. She never thought that Lu Shuo, who she took as a slave, would have such superb painting skills. At this moment, Lu Shuo's image changed in Han Ying's heart again, which was hidden into Han Ying's fixed to Lu Shuo, but at the same time, Han Ying actually had a slight feeling of worship for Lu Shuo.

Suddenly, Lu Shuo took a deep breath, quickly picked up the brush, and then slowly wrote four big characters on the drawing paper.

At this point, Lu Shuo's hundred grass cloud map has finally been completed.

The next moment, a beautiful, vivid, as if with the rhythm of life, finally appeared in front of everyone.

Suddenly, cheers began to sound, and everyone around them patted their palms vigorously. Even if their palms have been clap red, they don't feel anything.

How have they ever seen such amazing painting skills and such beautiful works? It's so wonderful. For them, the previous scene can only be described by magic skills. Although this is only next to the street and there is no more dazzling layout, Lu Shuo's unparalleled painting has conquered their hearts.

Lu Shuo looked at the sea of clouds opposite and said loudly, "Do you think my Baicaoli Yuntu is qualified to surpass the boss's pair?"

Then, he answered almost with one voice: "Absolutely surpass!"

Although it is four simple words, it represents Lu Shuo's pride and domineeringness as a painting god.

At this time, Yunhai and the boss's faces are already as gray. Not to mention, even if they take out the best painting here, they may not be comparable to Lu Shuo's Baicaoli Yuntu.

Now Yunhai doesn't know what to say. Maybe he can't say anything at all. With such a work, he can't jump out of the problem at all. At this time, he has fallen into silence, but his eyes have always focused on Lu Shuo's Baicaoli Yuntu.

"Brother Yunhai, what do you think of my Baicao Liyun?" Lu Shuo said to Yunhai.

Yunhai was stunned and woke up from the shock just now. Although he also admitted that Lu Shuo's painting skills were superb, he looked very unwilling and snorted coldly. You are lucky." Then he glanced at Han Ying, and he quickly squeezed out of the crowd and disappeared into Yunmo Street.

After Yunhai left, Lu Shuo showed a triumphant and proud smile on his face, which was the pride he should have as a painting god.

Lu Shuo turned around and looked at the boss again, pointed to Baicaoli Yuntu in front of him, and then said with some jokes, "Boss, do you think your pair of Baicao Liyun is still worth 40 Venus coins?"

The boss swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shook his head quickly, "No! No! No! My painting is not worthless. Please forgive me for my previous rudeness.

On the star continent, because of the existence of painting doors, painters are also a very noble profession, especially senior and top painters, and they are also the target of development in various countries.

Lu Shuo did not embarrass the boss again. He turned around and muttered a few words to Han Ying, and left here together.

Sitting in the carriage, Lu Shuo handed his Baicao Liyun to Han Ying's hand, and then said, "If you want to buy paintings in the future, come to me. I believe that my paintings are no worse than theirs."

Han Ying unfolded this pair of grass clouds. On the street, she did not observe it carefully. At this time, she was even more impressed. The technique, pattern, color and brushwork of this painting are much higher than that of the boss. More importantly, Lu Shuo's hundred grass cloud map actually gives people a sense of life. It seems that everything in this painting is like a living thing.

Then, Han Ying put away the painting, looked at Lu Shuo, and a complex light appeared in her eyes, and then suddenly said, "Hey! Teach me how to draw!"

In the face of Han Ying's sudden request, Lu Shuo suddenly did not react.

However, Han Ying didn't seem to use that kind of command tone this time. I don't know if she was completely convinced by Lu Shuo's painting skills or no longer hate Lu Shuo. In a word, this sudden change made Lu Shuo a little difficult to accept.

"Do you hear me? I want you to ask me to draw!" Han Ying said again.

Lu Shuo changed his face and shook his head and said, "No! No! No! I can't teach you. You are a daughter. I'm just a subordinate. How can I be qualified to teach you?

Han Ying was a little anxious, "Hey, teach me, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, or you will ask your grandfather to kill me, right?" Lu Shuo interrupted, and then turned his head and stopped looking at her.

Han Ying stamped her feet fiercely and became more anxious, "Lu Shuo, why do you always have trouble with me? Will I always be such a bad girl in your heart? I just want you to teach me how to draw. Why do you say that?

"Yes, I'm a little domineering, a little wayward, and sometimes I fight, but I'm not as bad as you. Don't always treat me like this, okay? I just want to learn painting."

"I'm always threatening you with my grandfather, but when is it time for me to really do this? If you really think I'm a heinous woman, I'll go back and let grandpa go now. You don't have to hate me like this."

When Han Ying said these words, she invisibly revealed a trace of sadness, as if the domineering and wayward girl in front of her was deeply sad.

After saying that, Han Ying lowered her head silently. At this moment, she felt so lonely. In fact, she also wanted to have a friend or even a lover, but these did not belong to her.

Lu Shuo turned his head and looked at Han Ying, who was depressed. There was a trace of guilt in his heart. He did indeed feel that he had done something too much. Maybe he sprinkled all the unhappiness in his heart on Han Ying, so he would always dislike her.

Lu Shuo's face became calm and said to Han Ying faintly, "Xiaoying, I'm sorry, I'll teach you how to draw. And you can rest assured that I won't leave the poison clan when I don't find my next goal.

Han Ying was silent and did not respond. In fact, this domineering and capricious girl also has lonely and sad times.

Lu Shuo didn't say anything more. It's not that he doesn't want to comfort Han Ying, but that he really doesn't know how to comfort such a girl.

As a result, silence has become the best way to communicate between the two.

After a while, they had returned to the poison clan. At this time, it was noon, and Han Ying returned home to have dinner with her family.

And Lu Shuo ate a simple lunch alone in his room.

After lunch, just as Lu Shuo was about to go out, a familiar figure entered his room, not someone else, but a thousand poisonous shadows, cold rain.