God of Taoism

  Chapter 169 Mr. Fuhua

  On the main street of Nanli Island, Huang Xian was still sitting behind the table, waiting for someone to grab the metal ball in her hand.

A handsome man sat down opposite Huangxian, stretched out his hand to hold down the metal ball, and looked at Huangxian with a pair of star-like eyes in surprise: "Junior Sister, your demeanor is really surprising, I Zhao Chuanhua has read countless people in his life, but he has never seen such a fresh and refined person like his younger sister, who has a spirit of immortality. It is really amazing. I wonder if I will have the honor to paint a portrait for my younger sister ?”

  Zhao Chuanhua secretly said in his heart: "If you want to start, it's naturally a woman who is the easiest to handle. It only needs a few sweet words. If you don't let her come to your door automatically, you won't be able to drive her away."

  Zhao Chuanhua has had too many such experiences. With his beautiful appearance and temperament, a little girl like this cannot resist his charm at all.

   "If you want to challenge, please start, if you don't challenge, please move away." Huangxian looked at Zhao Chuanhua calmly, without the shyness and obsession of the girl Zhao Chuanhua imagined.

"Ahem, this junior sister, Zhao Chuanhua, who is in Lihuo Island, has a bit of a bad reputation in the academy for her painting skills. I was given the nickname Fu Hua, and I believe it will not insult your fairy-like temperament and appearance, junior sister. .” Zhao Chuanhua thought that Huangxian didn’t know his reputation for painting skills, so he quickly reported it to his family.

  Besides Chilong Xianren, other people only know that he is good at painting, good at painting portraits, and good at making spells. In addition to his handsome appearance, he is known as the master of painting in the academy.

   I don’t know how many female disciples regard Zhao Chuanhua as the lover of their dreams, and they are eager to get the portrait painted by him.

   "Zhao Chuanhua from Lihuo Island, nicknamed Mr. Fuhua, has average martial arts skills and is good at making spells." Huang Xian said, looking at Zhao Chuanhua.

"It turns out that my junior sister also knows that I'm giving you a bad name. I'm laughing at you." Zhao Chuanhua secretly rejoiced: "Women are really noble on the surface, but they are passionate in their hearts. They have already found out everything about me. I'm afraid I can't wait. into my arms."

   "Junior Sister...I..." Zhao Chuanhua was about to talk about painting Huangxian's portrait again, but was interrupted by Huangxian who spoke first.

   "Your martial arts cultivation is too poor, and I'm not interested in spells, please let me go." Huang Xian said as a matter of course.

Zhao Chuanhua's complexion suddenly changed, and he was ashamed and angry in his heart. His beautiful face flushed red, and he secretly endured it, showing a charming smile pretending to be graceful: "Junior Sister, I want to draw a portrait of you. If Junior Sister is willing, I would like to use ten holy grade charms as a reward, I wonder what Junior Sister would like?"

  The disciples who were watching all around suddenly made a voice of surprise: "Who made such a big hand for the ten sacred charms?"

"You don't even know him. He is Zhao Chuanhua, the master of fuhua. He is good at making talismans. The talismans he draws are at least top-grade. The other scribes want to draw a holy talisman depending on the time, location, and people. And, I don't know how long it will take to produce one, his drawing skills are really superb, and he can produce a holy product in less than a century, which is far beyond the comparison of ordinary disciples."

   "Ah, he is the Mr. Fu Hua who is known as Nanli's most beautiful talent? Could it be that he is so handsome and so generous?"

   "People are more popular than people. You can see that Mr. Fu Hua is good-looking, and his painting skills are so superb. Painting holy charms is like playing. It's really unfair."

   "..."

Hearing the Nanli disciples talking about him, Zhao Chuanhua felt complacent, looked at Huangxian with sparkling eyes, and thought: "With my own charm and ten holy charms, no female disciple can resist this temptation. Immortal Cihuang still obediently let him have a portrait."

"Didn't you hear what I just said? Don't waste my time." Huang Xian's words made Zhao Chuanhua almost feel as if he had been poured in a basin of ice water. He couldn't control his emotions, and his smile froze. for a moment.

   "Haha, Mr. Fu Hua also sometimes suffers in front of women, it's really satisfying."

   "Looks like a sissy, how can a discerning woman like this kind of sissy."

   "This junior sister is too powerful, I like it."

   "I don't know which school this junior sister is a disciple of, she has too much personality."

  The male disciples were all happy. Seeing a rich and handsome Mr. Fu Hua make an embarrassment naturally made most of the male disciples who were also men feel secretly happy.

  Even if his own condition is not worse than that of Mr. Fu Hua, it is quite happy to see Mr. Fu Hua make an embarrassment.

  Zhao Chuanhua has never been humiliated in front of a woman before, suppressing the resentment in his heart, he still smiled and said: "That's right, the ten sacred charms really insulted my sister's celestial appearance, I deserve to die."

As he said that, Zhao Chuanhua summoned out a spirit brush that was as beautiful as jade and as fine as a cloud, and then took out a piece of ink that was as dark as night, an ancient inkstone, and a piece of spiritual paper that was as white as snow. Place it squarely on the table.

"This pen is a literati-level holy-grade spiritual brush, called the painting soul brush; this ink is also a holy product, called Guantianye ink; this inkstone is also a holy product, called Huaye Inkstone; Needless to say, this paper is also a piece of sacred paper, called three-point paper."

After proudly introducing his four treasures, Zhao Chuanhua looked at Huangxian with affectionate eyes and said, "I, Zhao Chuanhua, can see my junior sister's celestial face today. , if I am lucky enough to be able to draw a portrait for my junior sister today, I will have no regrets in this life. I am afraid that it will be difficult to have better works in the future, and it will be difficult to give birth to the idea of ​​painting portraits with others. It is useless, so I will give it to my junior sister, I wonder if my junior sister is willing to let me paint this last work?"

  The surrounding disciples were shocked when they heard Zhao Chuanhua's words, not to mention that Zhao Chuanhua's autographed portraits are worth some money, only these three sacred objects are priceless.

  Although these three holy weapons are more popular than holy weapons such as swords and armor, and their value is slightly higher, the value of the three items is definitely more than an ordinary holy weapon and armor.

  And if you really meet the right person, such as someone who is good at spells like Zhao Chuanhua, the selling price of these three holy products may not be lower than ordinary holy swords.

  He was willing to pay such a price to paint a painting for Huangxian, and he also said that he would no longer paint portraits after this painting. The price Zhao Chuanhua paid was really too high, which moved many people.

"This time you are still not moved and weeping bitterly, crying and begging me to paint for you." Zhao Chuanhua put on a posture of a love saint and painting fairy, but secretly planned in his heart, waiting for the portrait to be painted, How to deal with Huangxian severely and take back his three holy items.

   "Okay, then it's a deal." Huang Xian looked at the three holy items, nodded and said.

  Zhao Chuanhua was suddenly overjoyed: "Hmph, little girl, you've finally taken the bait, I don't believe I can't deal with you."

  (end of this chapter)