Ye Lan was helpless.
Since she woke up, she has been busy dealing with the "Book of Hundred Demons". Not only has she not seen many old acquaintances, let alone notifying them to come over when something happens.
But she still nodded and promised: "Next time for sure."
So Xie Chenan curved his eyebrows and smiled with satisfaction.
Then everyone saw that the leader of the Qing Xuanzong sect, who was currently in the limelight and was known as the 'Jade-faced Young Master', became Ye Lan's younger brother, serving tea and water, moving tables and chairs, and was so attentive that even Wu Heng didn't get involved.
Therefore, he could only be put aside and play the role of door god like Xiao Yunting.
The people around started talking again.
"Who is this Master Ye? Why is it that even Emperor Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty treats her so well?"
"Could it be that he likes her too? But there are so many beautiful women who flock to Emperor Xuanzong of Qing every year."
"Who knows? Didn't you see the richest man just sitting there?"
…
Amidst the whispers, Qu Yueqing, who was standing aside, clenched her fists and accidentally scratched Zheng Meiyi's arm with her nails.
Zheng Meiyi gasped, and seeing her expression, she felt a bit of sympathy and said, "Yueqing, cheer up. You are the legitimate fiancée now, and everyone recognizes you as the young lady of the Xiao family. A cultivator like this, not only in terms of exposure to public, but also in terms of family background, cannot compare to you. President Xiao is just a temporary novelty at best. You don't need to take her to heart."
Qu Yueqing was like a drowning person, her heart in a mess. Suddenly hearing these words was like grabbing a piece of driftwood. She nodded involuntarily, "Yes, you are right."
Although the Qu family is not a top-tier wealthy family, it is also a family of scholars.
The upper class circles all pay attention to family background, and people like Xiao Yunting should be valued even more.
So they didn't get together in the first place, and they won't be together now.
She subconsciously ignored the look Xiao Yunting gave Ye Lan and comforted herself in her heart.
On the other side, Ye Lan had already set up the drawing board and started painting with a brush.
Seeing this, some of the socialites and rich girls around couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.
“Painting watercolors with a brush is also a talent.”
"If you can't draw, why not ask someone else to draw? Why are you trying to show off? Are you trying to steal all the limelight? Oh, I've wasted my precious time watching her perform."
…
There is jealousy among people of the same sex.
Especially when a person is standing in front of you and everything about him or her is too good, you will often feel unbalanced and want to find fault.
When Ye Lan was there using Zheng Bo's precious big wolf howl dipped in watercolor and splashing it, many people thought it was a joke.
Xie Chenan was very unhappy with what he heard. Just when he was about to tell those gossipers to shut up, he saw a rough outline appear on the paper. This picture made him raise his eyebrows and his expression immediately became interested.
The painting was completed in just three to five minutes.
"Hang it up once the paint is dry." Ye Lan put down the wolf-hair brush and praised Zheng Bo, "This brush is great."
Zheng Bo didn't feel that the pen was wasted at all, and said cheerfully: "Master Ye, I'm glad you like it. I have a lot of treasures in my study, and I will give you a few when the time comes."
Zheng Meiyi, who was not far away, snorted when she heard this.
She loved painting since she was a child, but she had begged her grandfather many times but still failed to get the collection in the study. Unexpectedly, Ye Lan, a half-baked artist, asked for several of them at once.
Jealousy surged in her, and she looked down upon Ye Lan's paintings even more. She tilted her head and whispered to Qu Yueqing, "Just wait and see. People will definitely laugh at me when I put it up."
Qu Yueqing's face was calm, but there was also anticipation in her eyes.
Soon, Wu Heng and Xie Chenan dried the rice paper from beginning to end.
The two of them found a place and hung the painting up on tiptoe.
Everyone looked up and was shocked when they saw the picture on the paper.
The rice paper is five meters long and about two meters wide, with large areas of bright colors scattered irregularly on it. The wolf-hair brush strokes reveal a faint outline, which is actually a distant mountain and green water in the mist, with hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix.
The water is clear and turquoise, the mountain walls are steep, and the spring scenery on both sides cannot be concealed. Under the leisurely blue sky, hundreds of birds fly out of their nests and around a nine-tailed phoenix.
The phoenix is brightly colored all over, and the long white feathers on its tail flutter in the wind, which is very beautiful. Although the painting is not very detailed with just a few strokes, it is already stunning when hidden in the scenery of the Jiangnan water town.
Everyone then realized why the girl used wolf hair and watercolors. They also knew that it was definitely not an amateur's job to create a five-meter-long painting of such quality in such a short time.
Zheng Bo, a calligraphy and painting enthusiast, exclaimed: "Master Ye, I didn't expect you to be a great painter. You are truly a hidden talent."
Hearing this, Ye Lan wiped his hands clean and said calmly, "Thank you."
In fact, she didn't like to write, but as the leader of Xuanzong, the elders thought that her talismans could not be too ugly, so they forced her to learn since she was a child.
Compared to elaborate spells, simple landscape and figure paintings offer a relaxing way to relieve stress.
The rich and famous ladies who had just been mocking had already shut up and stood there in silence, embarrassed.
After the paint dries, the colors of the painting become more vivid and bright, much more eye-catching than the old, simple and somewhat oxidized cultural relics.
Ye Lan had chairs brought over, and they sat around the painting and began to wait.
Duke Zheng also had tea served.
Liu Zhixiong was afraid of death and sat closely behind Ye Lan, but he was still curious: "Master Ye, what is the use of this painting? Can we wait for the spirit of the weapon here?"
"That's pretty close." Ye Lan didn't try to lower his voice. He took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Except for the tri-colored horse, the other artifacts around here are all overshadowed by its vibrant colors. It's not because of its craftsmanship, but because it robs the color away. Just now, it struggled in the formation and couldn't bear to let go of the fallen flowers at its feet. It must be a creature that loves beauty."
"Now, it depends on whether it will take the bait."
Liu Zhixiong was dumbfounded. He rubbed his big belly and said, "Oh my god, this is the first time I've heard of these things being so conceited. Then why did it mess with Zheng Bo before?"
Zheng Bo is an old man. Even though he was a handsome man when he was young, he is old and ugly now.
"To maintain vibrant colors, besides robbing others of their colors, vitality is also an excellent tonic, just like you rich people like to eat placenta. But what you eat is garbage, it's just 100% effective."
Liu Zhixiong laughed dryly at Ye Lan's analogy, touched his nose and decided never to eat the damn placenta again.
It sounds a bit funny that a group of people are waiting here for a spirit to come back because it can't help but show off.
But Ye Lan, who is well aware of the nature of the spirit of the weapon, is very patient.
Half a cup of tea passed, and just when everyone thought that they would fail again, a figure suddenly rushed out from the corner.
Although the other party had a human appearance, in order to run faster, he got on all fours and jumped onto the wall in an animal-like posture, reaching out to reach the painting.
At the same time, Wu Heng and Xie Chenan attacked together and fought with each other in the air.
Although both of them were not weak in strength, they were still inferior to the Yuandan body. They were both defeated after a short stalemate.
The other person grabbed the painting, took a deep breath greedily, and absorbed all the colors on it.
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