After dawn, everyone dispersed. Those who needed to be busy continued to work, and those who needed to rest went back to their rooms to rest.
After Yun Feimiao returned to the house, he began to organize his drawings. He made several copies using a special technique and asked Xiaoe to give one to each person in the painting.
The goose complained a little: "There are so many peaks, it's tiring to run."
Yun Feimiao smiled and said, "How about I give you a dried small phantom fish for every painting I give you?"
The goose was very happy, but still bargained as usual: "I want two more."
Yun Feimiao feigned dissatisfaction and said, "Forget it, if I give it all to you, what will I eat? I'd better spend some spirit stones to hire a messenger crane from the sect."
The goose quickly ran away carrying the painting.
"No need, just one is enough, let's not waste that spirit stone!"
After the goose left, Yun Feimiao lay on Xie Yang and started to paw at him.
Xie Yang said with a smile: "What are you looking for, Ah Miao?"
"The Photo Stone." Yun Feimiao said with a smile, "I saw you using the Photo Stone last night. Let me see it."
Xie Yang felt a little embarrassed when he heard this, but he still handed the photo stone to Yun Feimiao.
When Yun Feimiao opened it, he saw his own image reflected in the photo stone.
The way he quietly drank all the wine, the way he leaned on Xie Yang for a long time without moving, and the way he sat under the willow tree and painted...
He would paint for several hours and would not move from where he sat.
This was even more so after he got drunk. Yun Feimiao almost suspected that what he saw was a still picture. How could Xie Yang actually take the trouble to record it all?
"Am I the only one here?" Yun Feimiao asked. "I don't know when I'll be back this time, so shouldn't I leave some memories behind?"
Xie Yang said, "Didn't you draw everyone? But you couldn't draw yourself, so naturally I have to record it."
"I want to draw you, but you know my drawing skills are limited."
Yun Feimiao couldn't help laughing when she thought of the portrait painted by Xie Yang.
As a formation master, Xie Yang is very good at drawing formation patterns. He has a certain foundation in painting.
He could also draw flowers, trees, birds, beasts, insects and fish with 80% of their form and 20% of their spirit, and he could even draw things like magical instruments and buildings exactly the same.
But when he was asked to draw people, his drawings became very distorted and no matter how he tried to correct them, they didn't look good.
The stick figures I drew as a child were cuter, but when I grew up, the people I drew always looked like ghosts.
Xie Yang was very aware of his level of drawing skills. Ever since he first picked up a pen and drew Yun Feimiao as a stick figure, he never dared to draw Yun Feimiao again.
Later, when he wanted to improve his skills in drawing people, he practiced with Gong Zhuo.
Anyway, as long as Xie Yang doesn't say anything, Gong Zhuo won't be able to recognize that the person in Xie Yang's painting is him, and the two of them can continue to be brothers in peace.
When Xie Yang was practicing painting portraits, Gong Zhuo was the only one by his side, so he could only use Gong Zhuo as a reference.
But he also knew that his drawing was not good enough, so in order to prevent Gong Zhuo from recognizing it, Xie Yang made the clothes, which could have been drawn exactly the same, blurrier.
At this moment, Xiaoe just delivered the two paintings to Gong Zhuo and Jiang Qingruo respectively.
The paintings Yun Feimiao gave to the two of them were a little different. The one given to Jiang Qingruo was a picture of them sitting side by side and whispering to each other. The moon was in the sky, petals were flying, and the sweet and warm atmosphere was rendered perfectly.
The picture for Gong Zhuo looks even more beautiful, it is a picture of the two of them secretly kissing among the crabapple blossoms.
Gong Zhuo was very bold when he kissed her, but he felt embarrassed when he saw that she was being drawn, and his face turned red.
"Didn't we kiss secretly while hiding? How did Junior Brother Xiaoyun know?"
The goose rolled its small eyes towards the sky and said, "We are all cultivators. Do you think no one noticed you suddenly left the table? They would have seen it with just a scan of their spiritual sense, okay?"
"Not only did Miaomiao see it, but Peak Master Baili saw it too, so he rushed to Jianqi Peak with his sword in hand at night, and is still fighting with Peak Master Tie!"
Gong Zhuo was confused. "Are they still fighting? They've been fighting all night?"
So should he go over and take a look?
If he doesn't go, he will seem unfilial, but if he goes, will he be injured by mistake?
Maybe it wasn't an accidental injury, because he felt that Master Baili Feng had always wanted to beat him up.
If he went over now, Master Baili Feng could easily take advantage of the chaos to kick him a few times.
"Okay, the painting has been delivered, I'll be leaving now. If you don't want to be discovered, remember to find a place that can block the spiritual sense of the monks next time."
After the goose finished speaking, it flapped its wings and took away not a cloud, but only a bag of small fantasy fruits. That was the errand fee that Jiang Qingruo gave it.
Jiang Qingruo placed both paintings on the table and spread them out. The more he looked at them, the more he liked them.
"Junior Brother Xiaoyun's paintings are so beautiful."
"Isn't it?" Gong Zhuo nodded in agreement. "Unlike Old Xie, who always draws female ghosts in red, which is quite creepy."
"Really? Senior Brother Xie has such a hobby?" Jiang Qingruo couldn't believe it.
"Yes, he also improved his painting skills while learning the array patterns. He's good at drawing other things, but his drawings of people are particularly distorted."
"Take Old Xie for example. The more he couldn't learn, the more he would study. There was a time when he could draw dozens of ghost pictures in a day."
Gong Zhuo knew that what Xie Yang painted was a portrait, but if he were asked to say that the thing was a person, he really couldn't say it, and his conscience would hurt.
"I don't know why, but the people he draws are always dressed in red. If the clothes didn't look like me and the faces were distorted like ghosts, I would have thought he was drawing me."
Jiang Qingruo: "..."
He suspected that Xie Yang was painting Gong Zhuo, but Xie Yang was too embarrassed to say it, and Gong Zhuo, who loved beauty so much, would never admit it.
It's just a small matter, Jiang Qingruo won't expose it and make Gong Zhuo unhappy.
He looked at the painting on the table and smiled, "I feel like Junior Brother Xiaoyun doesn't understand me well enough. I actually prefer the one in the flowers. Can I exchange it with Ah Zhuo?"
"good!"
Gong Zhuo also preferred the photo of them leaning against each other. The kissing photo was of course good, but he only dared to look at it secretly when he was hiding alone, which seemed a bit of a waste.
If he changed to the one next to it, he could take it out and look at it at any time, and he liked the atmosphere of that painting very much.
The two put away their favorite paintings and continued to organize the things on hand.
Jiang Qingruo has always been wealthy, and he has a lot of good things on hand that he doesn't need to take away and may not use in the future. He plans to sort them out and distribute them to the disciples of Jiandan Peak.
If there are any extra, just donate them directly to Jiandanfeng’s warehouse.
The others who were going on a long journey also thought so and were basically packing their things, except Gong Zhuo.
After all, his main belongings were relics from his mother, which were very targeted. He only had enough of them, but there was no part left to give away.
The little goose had a fruitful day delivering paintings. Every relative who received a portrait was very happy and gave the little goose money for his errands. The money was either the little goose's favorite food or the little goose's favorite toys.
The little goose felt that Miaomiao's paintings were still too few, and it could definitely deliver hundreds more times.
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