He didn't know how to start.
Then he would finish this cup of tea and say it in one breath.
Mao Buyi encouraged himself and set a small goal.
When this goal was achieved.
It was also the time when he mustered up his courage.
However, every time he was about to finish his drink.
Zhang Lingyu filled his cup with water.
Just like that.
He drank this cup of tea for an hour.
Finally.
The pot of water was completely drained.
Zhang Lingyu got up and was about to burn the fire again.
Mao Buyi could not sit still anymore.
The water in her stomach swayed.
He hurriedly stood up and reached out to stop her.
"Heavenly Teacher, stop!"
"H-I can't drink anymore, burp ~"
His arm was grabbed.
Zhang Lingyu could only sit down.
He said with a strange expression.
"I thought you liked to drink. You drank it all the moment I poured it down.”
"In my hometown, the water in the guest's cup cannot be empty.”
"And I have obsessive-compulsive disorder.”
Understood.
I understand now.
She knew that tears could only flow into her stomach.
Mao Buyi was in a difficult position and could only take on the responsibility.
"Heavenly Teacher is warm and hospitable, straightforward and straightforward.”
"Actually, the reason why this junior wants to see you today is to ask for a statue from senior.”
One painting?
Statue?
Zhang Lingyu looked at his magic tools on the shelf.
There was no portrait.
Secondly, there was no statue of a god.
There wasn't even anything related to the statue.
So why did you come to me?
"I don't have a statue here. Did you find the wrong person?”
He listened with a dumbfounded expression.
She replied with a dumbfounded expression.
However, at this moment, Mao Buyi seemed to be performing a magic trick.
He took out a scroll from his wide sleeve.
Then, he stood up and walked straight to the penholder table.
He opened the scroll, revealing a blank scroll.
He took out a brush, ink, and inkstone from his sleeve and placed them aside.
"Heavenly Teacher, please write."
？？？
Zhang Lingyu slowly typed out question marks in his head.
Just to ask him to draw a painting?
That simple?
As for exchanging so many things, he was still hesitant.
I was scared half to death by you.
I thought he wanted me to suppress the zombie ancestor.
"Which one do you want to invite?"
Zhang Lingyu stood in front of the table.
He had already begun to recall the appearances of the various immortals in his mind.
He had drawn this many times in the past.
Countless believers worshipped his masterpiece.
Little K!
"This, this can be chosen?"
"Then you can help invite the one with the highest status.”
Mao Buyi was also stunned.
For some reason, he felt that it was difficult to communicate with the Taoist Master.
Anyone who could hire a Celestial Lord or a small god was already at the level of a heavenly master.
You, you can still choose?
Are all the immortals in the sky your relatives?
After hearing Mao Buyi's reply, Zhang Lingyu started to focus on painting.
The images that kept appearing in his mind finally stopped on a portrait.
Then, he began to write according to his memory.
However, the moment he put down his pen.
Mao Buyi could feel an immense pressure gathering in the world.
Then, Zhang Lingyu's brush continued to move into the painting.
This matter could succeed!
In an instant, Mao Buyi was overjoyed.
The huge rock hanging in front of his chest fell to the ground with a clang.
He was so happy that he wanted to see Zhang Lingyu's charm.
However, as time passed, the pressure grew stronger and stronger.
For some reason, Mao Buyi even had the thought of kneeling down and bowing.
What kind of power was this!
Even before the statue was formed, it already possessed divine might.
He didn't dare to look at her directly. It felt like an ordinary person looking at the sun.
After about two hours, Zhang Lingyu finally completed the portrait of the deity.
After he came back to his senses from his painter state.
Only then did he realize.
He didn't know when it started.
Mao Buyi was kneeling in front of him.
She hit her head on the ground and did not get up for a long time.
hiss ~
I'm just drawing a painting for you. There's no need for such a big bow, right?
However, how should he put it?
This person was probably used to kneeling.
"Priest Mao, you've returned to your senses."
As Zhang Lingyu called out, Mao Buyi slowly raised his head.
At this moment, he felt that the pressure was no longer there.
That meant that divinity was restrained.
The portrait was done!
Thus, Mao Buyi looked at the portrait.
He bowed three times and nine times before getting up.
When he was about to look at the portrait, he muttered softly.
"Pardon me for taking a look at your true appearance."
Zhang Lingyu's mouth twitched when he heard that. He felt that it was very strange.
You're really troublesome.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mao Buyi would have been truly capable.
He might even call the mental hospital.
But this was not the end.
When Mao Buyi saw the portrait, he was stunned.
He kept muttering and trembling.
He retreated in disbelief.
He fell.
His forehead was sweating profusely.
"How, how, but, maybe…"
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