Literature does fly, but before literature takes off, there is one thing that is destined to take off first, and that is Robb’s cartoons.

Robb snatched the paper from the Elder Elf’s hand and smiled: "Don’t worry! This kind of paper is rice paper, not suitable for writing on it with a quill pen. It is only suitable for writing on it with traditional oriental brushes. Painting, you want to create your literature on this, it’s too early. Now, this thing is only suitable for me to play."

The old man just took the paper, but he felt something. He wrote on this paper with a quill tip, so he had nothing to say and said, "It's okay, I already understand it. You only need to add alum, glue, and wax bottom to this kind of pulp to increase the strength of this kind of paper. Then the quill can also be used to write on it, but the cost will be slightly higher. Our family can provide the best A good elven alchemist, help solve this problem and promise not to charge you a penny. For the sake of literature, my race does not consider all costs."

Robb smiled and said, "That's something later, let's take a look at my gameplay first."

He reached out to Shang Hui and said, "Get a pen!"

Shang Hui smiled, turned and left, and in a short while he brought the Four Treasures of the Study.

These things are of course made temporarily. The brush is a wolf brush, which is quite high-end. As for where the wolf hair comes from, it is even simpler. A few days ago, the werewolf general Baiyue ran to the holy city West Wind to see the big Loli was gone, but before she could say a few words, Robb grabbed her and pulled out a handful of wolf hair.

The werewolf general Baiyue was of course very angry, but there was no way to be angry, he couldn't beat Robb, so he had to bear it.

As for the ink strips on the inkstone, they are all very simple.

Robb picked up the wolf's pen and dipped it with a little ink, then lifted the pen and hovered over the paper...

Everyone's eyes widened, waiting for him to play.

But Robb was stunned now.

He himself knows his level of Chinese painting, that is, the word "slag". To put it bluntly, it is difficult for him to draw a round line with a brush.

For the exquisite Man paintings in his mind, he remembers the plot and even some very important storyboards, but it is impossible to draw them like this, without the level of painting.

What can I do?

It's so life-threatening! Man painting is not what you want to paint, you can paint if you want.

It was impossible for him to figure out Naruto, One Piece, or Shinigami.

Suddenly, an aura of light came down from the cover of the sky with a "poof" shot, and the shot made him wake up, right! The style of painting is terrible, but there is one Man painting that has exploded the world.

The original version of One Punch Man!

The bald-headed Saitama-sensei, borrow your story.

Robb brushed and drew a few strokes.

The elder elder next to him only read a few strokes, and screamed "Ah", "What are you painting? What kind of children's drawing is this?"

Even Marian and Shang Hui, who don't know much about art, couldn't help sweating when they saw Robb's first painting. What kind of ghost style is this? So frantic!

Robb didn't care how they complained and continued to paint.

Add an agile BUFF to myself, and the hand holding the paintbrush is as fast as the speed of a single person for 300,000 years, and I paint quickly.

The workers took the paper that had been dried, one by one, and Robb flew his pen with that terrifying speed, drawing one after another.

The elder elder next to him kept screaming: "Ah, another drawing of a child! Ah, another drawing of a child. This is not art at all, it is ruining paper."

Marianne was sweating profusely: "Although Godfāther is incompetent in other strengths, his artistic accomplishments such as singing and painting can hardly be seen."

Even Shang Hui, the new rabbit man, couldn't help but shook his head: "It's insulting to be gentle."

Robb’s ears heard their complaints, but the paintings in his hands did not stop. Page after page of paintings, he was quite familiar with the Man painting of One Punch Man. The story went backwards. Of course, the specific storytelling was also remembered. It’s not clear, but it’s fine to remember the story frame. It doesn’t matter if the storyboard is slightly different. Just like the Lord of the Rings he shot, although there are many differences from the original, it is enough for the audience to read the story. Why bother to be completely the same as the original. Woolen cloth?

After a while, the thick stack of paper was finished.

Robb turned around and said to a few vomiting viewers: "I think I paint badly, right?"

Shang Hui: "No, it sucks!"

Marianne: "No, it sucks!"

Elder Elder: "They are wrong, they are so bad that they are beyond common sense."

Robb laughed: "Yes, when I first saw this Man painting, it felt the same way, but... why don't you connect it and watch it again."

To put this in another way, several viewers would not join together to watch it again, but now it is Robb, Godfāther, Archdruid, the uncrowned king of Westwind Town, and the spiritual symbol of Westwind Town, who are talking now. Anyway, everyone is still willing to learn more about what he did.

Marianne picked up the stack of rice paper, page by page, and read it together.

At first she didn't notice the smell, but after reading more than a dozen pages, her expression changed...

"Huh? Although this painting is ugly, but the story is quite interesting."

"Really?" Shang Hui also leaned over and took the page number that Marianne had already read. From the beginning, it looked like, after a while, she also said: "This story is really interesting. It's a story of a hero fighting monsters, haha, a hero who is interested in it, so cute."

The two girls turned to the elf elders: "Old sir, come and have a look too."

"Don't look at it!" The elder elder turned his head: "Looking at this kind of children's painting, my artistic soul will tremble."

"Just take a look, it's really interesting."

"Huh, I'm determined not to watch." The elven elder shook his head, refusing to watch it alive and well.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the two elf guards behind him unexpectedly shouted together: "Huh? This story is very interesting, it looks good, I really want to know what happened next."

The elven elder was furious: "You don’t know art? You are simply vain for my elves. I tell you, my elves are the most proud of, not magic, not alchemy, and not that useless. The archery skills, those are all trails, are trash skills that cannot be used on the stage. Only literature, painting, music, and all kinds of elegant works of art are the souls of our elves. Do you understand?"

He snorted coldly: "This kind of kindergarten painting, even if I am dead, I jump off the cliff, I don't want to let me take a look. Guard, let's go back and immediately study paper suitable for writing and drawing with a quill pen, and then, We want to make real works of art."