After the man left, Duanmu Yawang lowered his head and began to adjust the color. After the color was adjusted, he began to paint seriously.

This time, she speeded up than before.

Coupled with the fact that the composition is not too big, it took only two quarters of an hour to complete a painting.

After the painting was finished and the annotations were written, without her saying a word, the man with the basket on his shoulders showed up again.

After he appeared, he remained silent, staring at the drawing on Duanmu Yawang's paper for a while, and then asked Duanmu Yawang to roll it up.

Duanmu Yawang felt uneasy, rolled up the paper and handed it to him.

The man took it, and then gave her a red sachet.

Duanmu Yawang breathed a sigh of relief.

With this affirmation, she became more motivated.

Moreover, in the following time, she actually finished a painting in less than two quarters of an hour.

From the day it was dark, four or five paintings were completed in this way.

And she also took four or five red sachets.

After dark, Duanmu Yawang was originally worried that he would not be able to see clearly and would be difficult to paint. However, the right candlelight was placed around him suddenly, so that the painters could paint without any hindrance.

Of course, there are only four of them who paint.

When the others painted the third painting by Duanmu Yawang, they had all left.

She was also distracted to pay attention to Ye Nongying them.

They are naturally not as fast as her. Usually she paints two pictures, and they only paint one picture.

The speed is not slow.

However, there are still six or seven hours before midnight, and they take one picture an hour, which is not too slow.

Moreover, she found that every other person could get a red kit for every painting, which was not a loss.

One picture per hour is a good idea, but Duanmu Yawang has forgotten everyone's physical problems.

When Duanmu Yawang painted the eighth picture and the others painted the fourth picture, Ximen Yingyue, a little boy who was the first to bear it, couldn't stand it. He was very wronged with big eyes, "I can't hold on anymore, my hands are sore." what."

Duanmu Ya glanced at her, Ximen Yingyue seemed to remember her previous words, gritted her teeth, and continued to paint.

Duanmu Yawang felt that she was tired while holding a long dyeing paintbrush for the little Seoul.

However, Ximen Yingyue really couldn't hold on. After she finished the painting, she immediately threw the paintbrush away, "I can't do it anymore. If I continue to paint, my hands will definitely become numb."

Before Duanmu Yawang could speak, Ye Nongying also cried and said with a sad face: "I also feel that I can't hold on. I have used all my imagination. Now I am exhausted, and I can't think of what to paint next."

Simon Yuntu calmly expressed his opinion: "I'm tired from sitting."

Duanmu Ya looked and listened, but did not show much surprise. She continued to draw her ninth painting in her hand, and said lightly: "I should have guessed that you can't stick to it, but you don't believe it."

Several other people were lazily finishing up the painting they had written, and they were all embarrassed to speak.

After all, it was exaggerated before.

Duanmu Yawang didn't make fun of them, and asked while writing, "Then what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Of course, I will go to the next ceremony after painting." Ximen Yingyue hummed: "Doing the same thing is really boring and not fun. It's better to go to the next ceremony. Freshness."

Duanmuya looked at the other two and asked, "What do you two mean?"

Ye Nongying raised his hand: "I have no objection."

Ximen Yuntu hummed.

"Well."

Duanmu Yawang's hand movement speed did not decrease, and he said: "Wait for a quarter of an hour for me, I will draw this one, and we will leave."

"good."

Naturally, the other three people had no opinion, and they finished the finishing touches.

After the painting was finished, a person with a basket still appeared, took away their paintings one by one, and presented a red sachet.

They weren't excited when they took the red sachets, and they leaned over to see the paintings of Duanmu Yawang.

Seeing Duanmu Yawang's writing is very fast, but every stroke is just right, there is no mistake, and I can't help but stop and admire it.

Ximen Yingyue asked: "Are you the eighth picture?"

"ninth."

Duanmuya said without looking up.

"Humph."

Ximen Yingyue pursed her lips and whispered: "I really don't know what your hands are made of. Isn't it tiring after so many paintings?"

"tired."

However, we still have to paint.

If you have promised to paint well before, you can't break your promise.

Seeing the beasts in the drawing paper slowly taking shape, the first to ask was actually Ximen Cloud Atlas: "What is this?"

"barge."

"Can refute still be a beast?" Ximen Yingyue asked in surprise: "I only know refutation, why does this beast have such a name?"

"..." How did she know.

She sees what she sees in Shan Hai Jing.

Ximen Yingyue looked at it for a while, and then commented: "At first glance, it looks a bit like a horse, but it feels much sharper and more mighty than a horse."

"Well, it's kind of like a horse."

"But it has only one horn!" Ximen Yingyue said in surprise: "It's like a unicorn, so funny! I like the bargain you drew too."

Duanmu Ya looked at him but didn't say a word. He started to draw and said without raising his head: "It's not just a unicorn which is interesting. It has a white body and black tail. It has its own characteristics, and you find that it is not a hoof. It’s the tiger’s claws, which are very powerful.

"Mo Guai brother likes it at the first glance." Ximen Yingyue glanced at her brother thoughtfully and said: "Such a beast, whether it is a mount or a partner, is very face-to-face."

"Um."

Ximen Yingyue raised her eyes and looked at her brother with big eyes: "Do you want such a mount?"

Before Ximen Yuntu could speak, Ye Nongying laughed angrily: "Child, what do you say that your brother wants, can you give him this thing as a mount?"

Ximen Yingyue pursed her lips and said with dissatisfaction: "I'm talking to my brother, it's impolite to interrupt you, do you know?"

"good."

Ye Nongying raised his hand and surrendered, "I will shut up now."

Ximen Yingyue looked at her brother again and asked again: "Brother, do you want to do it?"

Simon Yuntu looked at his sister, but did not answer.

Ximen Yingyue looked at her brother for a long time, but stopped asking, and regained her gaze.

When they were arguing, Duanmu Yawang had already entered the mopping up.

She was painting, and the other three people stared at it.

Can't bear to look away.

When she finally finished a painting, Ye Nongying looked at the lifelike patterns in the painting and couldn't help sighing: "It looks like a totem. It's really domineering. No wonder it can make the exiles look so impressive. NS."

She originally thought that the things she made up and painted were a bit interesting, but seeing what Duanmu Yawang drew, she felt that her previous paintings were like shit...

Duanmu Yawang ignored her, put down the pen, and stretched out.

The man with the basket appeared again.

"Really punctual."

Ye Nongying said weirdly: "I don't know if I have a pair of clairvoyance, so I can see everything."

Fang Mansion, the person carrying the basket, didn't hear Ye Nongying's words, frowned and scanned them around Duanmu Yawang.

The three of them knew they were in the way, so they had to retreat and avoid them.

After the three of them left, the man reviewed Duanmu Yawang's painting and asked her to roll it up again. While Duanmu Yawang handed it to him, he also handed Duanmu Yawang a red sachet.

When handing it out, he unexpectedly said one more sentence: "Congratulations, it's the ninth one."

"thanks."

When Duanmu Yawang said, thinking of business affairs, he hurriedly said: "By the way, I don't want to paint anymore."

The man narrowed his eyes suddenly, his tone was calm: "Why?"

"I'm tired of painting." Of course, other people are tired.

The human said: "I have a refreshing pill here, and I can give you one one."

"No, we are tired from sitting and want to walk, so we plan to continue to participate in the following ceremony."

The man listened calmly and asked: "Have you decided?"

"Yes."

The man suddenly said, "If I let you draw a picture here, and if it passes, can I give you two red sachets?"

As soon as this word came out, the other people's mouths opened wide.

He actually re-opened the conditions to lure Duanmu Yawang!

Ximen Yingyue muttered: "What's the matter with this year's exile ceremony? Why do you break the rules again and again? Don't you be afraid that someone will not be convinced?"