After the sun rises and the moon sets, people in Dagda feel that time seems to have stopped at some point.

Fast, improvised, vague happiness is stretched out, bonfires never extinguished, fireworks never dispersed, meteors never faded, singing and dancing.

Although it was indeed a bit naughty and joking at the beginning, when Qi Youfeng held it on his neck with a knife, Gongzi Yan felt that his momentary inspiration suddenly appeared as a wonderful and wonderful idea. He would rather die than surrender and solemnly declared his determination to devote himself to art.

Qi Youfeng couldn't really cut him to death. He gritted his teeth for a while, then chopped off a corner of the shaft of the float with his backhand, and carried the half barrel of raspberry wine away in disappointment.

Suddenly, the event opened and the competition began. The originally calm bonfire was once again crowded with people. From a distance, everyone who whispered was exactly the same excited and confused.

There is no restriction on the content of creation, no planning of venues, no third party responsible for supervision, and no idea what the purpose of winning this competition is. It seems that it is just a matter of seeing that everyone is free, so they simply make an entry to let everyone do something more meaningful competition.

Many players who signed up for the trend were already troublesome, so they took a piece of paper, drew some lines, and then pressed some handprints of different colors, and started to recruit people to vote everywhere. They did not forget to bring a wine glass and leave a few blew kisses.

"This kind of game that is unattended is easy to cheat, right?"

Behind Gongzi Yan, Aqin whispered, a little worried about their team.

"If I can stand out under such extreme freedom, wouldn't it better to show that my master's painting skills are excellent?"

Young Master Yan was not worried and did not intend to join in the crowd. He turned his head and directed Aqin to move out a mahogany short table and put it in front of the float.

He rolled up his sleeves, laid blank drawing paper, put down pen holders, paperweights and other items, sat on the ground, burned a thread of incense, set up a small fire, cooked a pot of hot water, leaned against the shaft, closed his eyes slightly, and played with the celadon tea cup in his hand.

After a while, the tea fragrance overflowed and the drinker was happy. This small place, which was incompatible with the temperament of the carnival, gradually attracted the attention of others.

Although many people were curious, they were also inspired by the clear and peaceful atmosphere here, and tiptoed closer and quietly watched from afar.

When those "clear-eared and bright-eyed" elf players noticed the unusual tranquility here, which attracted more people's attention, the incense on the short table had just burned out, and Gongzi Yan finally made the first stroke on the white drawing paper.

Qi Youfeng, who had just met with his brothers from the Dragon Village for a long time, was also in the crowd.

He felt that the playboy who claimed to be romantic in Bagua City looked more pleasing to the eye.

But I have to say that Gongzi Yan's style of a paranormal figure is definitely a standout here. As long as he draws a painting of affordable quality before the curiosity of the onlookers diminishes, he will successfully establish his own reputation.

People are always impressed by special things, such as this young oriental man who avoids the hustle and quietness in the hilarious and quiet state.

People will also be impressed by things that have the label of "first". For example, when the competition just begins and when others are still clueless, they will perfectly deliver an excellent answer.

Qi Youfeng also had some understanding and appreciation of Gongzi Yan's painting skills, and immediately thought of a common saying:

Pearls and jade are in front and wooden boxes are in back.

It seems that there is no need to worry about the result of the first competition in this art festival.

But... thinking of the name of their participating team, Qi Youfeng still wanted to hit people a little, and wanted to get closer to see what Gongzi Yan had drawn.

"Brother Feng, why do I think the young master has painted a girl? Could it be that he has painted a sister-in-law?" Guan Yun pointed and stretched his neck to look over there.

"What? As long as you are a girl, you will be every year?" Qi Youfeng glanced at Laoguan sideways.

"No, the young master has seen so many girls, and he will choose any one of them as beautiful women. I will just talk about it casually, just talk about it casually."

After being stepped on by other brothers, Guan Yun quickly explained that before he finished speaking, his other foot was also stomped heavily.

"Let's go, what's so good about this? Go back and have a drink. I haven't been together with you for a long time."

Seeing Gongzi Yan's wrist swing, as if he was drawing a semicircle curve, Qi Youfeng turned around and wanted to leave.

"Look at it again."

"We are waiting for the young master to shock the audience."

"That's right, how can you miss such a comfortable plot?"

"We will also show those foreigners what Chinese culture is profound and profound."

The bandits in the Dragon Prison Village kept each other and didn't want to leave. They just wanted to wait for the most critical opportunity to applaud Gongzi Yan and advertise.

There is only one scholar in their bandit nest, so of course my family members have to give it a hand.

The persuasion was ineffective and there was no need to say much, Qi Youfeng had to give up, plundered the wine bags on several people and took a few sips of wine.

Guan Yun pinched the instantly shriveled wine bag and looked at him sympathetically: "Brother Feng, does your sister-in-law not let you drink?"

“…”

"It's okay, brother is going to help at this time! Don't worry, we will never report it!"

Guan Yun walked around and picked up a pile of wine pots for Qi Youfeng, stuffed them into his arms with envy and pity, saying that Qi Youfeng was a happy trouble.

“…”

Qi Youfeng held his forehead with his hands, not knowing whether to thank him or greet Guan Yun’s uncle first.

Why did he suddenly become so miserable?

"I've finished drawing it!"

"Fuck, it's really a beautiful woman!"

Qi Youfeng looked up and saw Gongzi Yan standing up and spreading the scroll in his hand in the sky. Two sharp sword lights suddenly emerged from the back of the paper, which shocked everyone to take a step back.

Keeping his mind steady and looking at him, people saw a heroic woman flying in the skirt among the flying maple leaves. She held two full moon scimitars in her hand and was looking forward with a proud smile, but she was also a bit cute and coquettish.

Behind the maple forest is the traditional freehand mountain, with green and bright colors, which is like the sunshine that is filtered by clouds and mist, and it also seems to be reflected by the two sword lights, with a faint artistic conception of unity between man and nature.

Young Master Yan took a step and slowly showed the painting to everyone present, but in everyone's eyes, the woman in the painting was walking towards them step by step, like a thorny rose, both dangerous and tempting.

The men on the side of the Prison Dragon Village were also more and more shocked.

First, it was because of the shockingly signed "Yihong Gongzi Yihong in Yihong Courtyard" next to the painting, and then... the two full moon scimitars in the woman's hand seemed very familiar.

If you look closely, why does that beautiful woman have a familiar face?

Someone thought about it for a moment and shrank his neck, and suddenly felt that the title of the painting "Two Swords are Beautiful" was even more dazzling than those two knives.

A few people around Qi Youfeng looked at Gongzi Yan's paintings and his faces, but no one dared to ask first.

I always feel that if anyone dares to say one more word, he will be on the spot in the next second.

"Hey? Brother Feng," Guan Yun stared at him for a long time, and said a long time, "Why is this beauty a bit like you?"

"A little like?" Qi Youfeng asked with a smile.

"Yeah..." Guan Yun looked at it seriously again, "It's not a bit, it's very similar."

Several men around Guan Yun retreated quietly to avoid being affected by the fish in the pond.

"Brother Feng, do you have a sister or sister?" Guan Yun was very expectant and rubbed his hands with a little nervousness.

"You're interested?" Qi Youfeng was still smiling.

"Hey, this is called "Food water will not flow from outsiders. We have known each other for so long. Don't you know what I am like? You must be a peerless man!"

Seeing that there was a show, Guan Yun shot his chest so loudly.

"Our Brother Feng does have a sister, you will see you in a few days."

The man toured to the exhibition to the painting of Mr. Yan, who was near Qi Youfeng and others, Yang Yangyang. Seeing that Qi Youfeng was about to draw his sword again, he quickly pronounced the word "Yi Nian" with his mouth, which saved the disaster of the painting being destroyed.

Besides, isn’t the person who proposed to let Qi Youfeng have a cross-dressing relationship just his baby every year?

Why didn’t Qi Youfeng dare to draw his sword every year?

I just knew how to bully his poor single dog, Mr. Yan!

"Really?" Guan Yunxin thought it was true and quickly asked, "What is our sister's name?"

Qi Youfeng was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he turned around and left with a calm and decisive manner.

Young Master Yan smiled and replied:

"The weather is bright and cool in autumn. Maple leaves are against Xianggui. Our brother Feng's sister... is probably called Qi Wugui?"
Chapter completed!