Turned into a dragon egg and was picked up by Ying Zheng, shocking Da Qin!

Chapter 8 This the fuck is me?Isn't this a dragon? !

The Qin Dynasty was a miraculous dynasty.

In that era, skilled craftsmen used the natural colors of plants and trees as dyes to paint various colors.

Yu Chuan still remembers that the terracotta warriors and horses unearthed in the Qin Dynasty had rich colors and were as lifelike as real people.

In order to observe Yu Chuan better, the painters set up a wooden table in the hall.

Soon, Yu Chuan followed Xiao Fusu into the hall swaggeringly.

Maybe it's because he stayed with Xiao Fusu for a long time, Yu Chuan felt that his body grew a little bit longer.

The original fine scales became tough and strong.

Although the head is not itchy, but always feel as if there is something more.

However, none of this matters.

Before long, he'll be able to see himself for what he really is.

Therefore, Yu Chuan was also in a good mood. He never thought that he could become a holy beast after crossing the Qin Dynasty.

"Son!"

A group of painters stood up to greet each other with respectful expressions.

Little Fusu stopped and returned the gift: "Everyone, all of you are skilled craftsmen of our country of Qin.

Now, the father wants to draw a new totem, which is based on this beast, and I hope you will help me. "

Yu Chuan glanced sideways at Xiao Fusu, what he said was very beautiful, without any arrogance, which made all the skilled craftsmen present feel respected.

In fact, it is not surprising, after all, Xiao Fusu studied Confucianism.

All the painters suddenly felt turbulent: "We will do our best."

Little Fusu nodded, and brought Yu Chuan to the hall.

With the help of the guards, he moved Yu Chuan to the wooden table.

Yu Chuan looked at the wooden table, it was a long table, about ten feet long.

He stood on the table, and found that the sum of his head and tail was not much different.

Have I grown so long?

What kind of creature can have such a horrific growth rate?

Yu Chuan raised his front paws, looked at it carefully, and kept thinking about it in his mind.

It has to be said that this is the first time in Yu Chuan's two lives as a nude model.

Even with this appearance, Yu Chuan was somewhat embarrassed.

The Qin people painted, mostly on the walls, commonly known as murals.

And this habit has continued into later generations.

However, there was another kind of painting in this era, called silk painting.

It's just that this kind of painting skill has not reached the height of later generations, and it cannot be preserved for a long time.

Therefore, these craftsmen each have their own style and their own way of painting.

Some craftsmen even choose to use wood as raw material for carving!

Such a ruthless person is really admirable.

Yu Chuan used to do handwork, but the carvings were all very simple things. Even so, it was a test of endurance and experience.

Soon, it was noon.

In the distance, several light smokes curled up.

Yu Chuan looked up and felt the long-lost atmosphere of fireworks.

This is the world. Compared with the high-rise buildings in later generations, he yearns for the current environment more.

Only, if only there weren't so many wars.

After lunch, Yu Chuan didn't feel any obvious hunger. Under Xiao Fusu's strong request, he still ate some.

The meals of the Qin people are just too monotonous.

If you have a chance, you have to get some seasoning and salt, and you can satisfy your hunger after a whole barbecue.

at dusk.

A painter finally stood up: "My lord, the drawing is done, it's impressive."

Hearing this, Xiao Fusu hurriedly got up and walked over.

Driven by curiosity, Yu Chuan jumped off the table to look at the painting, to see what he was.

It is a thin board used for painting, which is easy to carry, but the disadvantage is that it cannot be stored for a long time.

After a while, the paint on it will disappear.

Yu Chuan raised his small head, stared at the painting, and began to examine it carefully.

When seeing the painting for the first time, Yu Chuan froze in place as if struck by lightning.

In the painting, there is a small beast with horns like a deer, head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, neck like a snake, belly like a mirage, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, palms like a tiger, and ears like a cow.

The cow's ears, antlers, camel's head...

Yu Chuan was stunned. Is this me?
Isn't this a fucking dragon?
I am a dragon?
Yu Chuan stared at Xiao Fusu with his eyes wide open.

The eyes of one person and one beast met, one was shocked and the other was confused.

No wonder I have two long beards and hair on my tail, which would all make sense if I were a dragon.

However, this divine dragon is a divine creature that existed in ancient mythology. There are only legends about dragons circulating in the world, but there is no evidence to prove its existence.

Therefore, when Yu Chuan first thought about it, he didn't go in this direction at all.

After a while, the painter slowly said, "My lord, there is something I don't know if I should say it or not."

Little Fusu: "Speak."

Painter: "Young master, from my perspective, this beast seems to be very similar to the dragon of ancient times!"

(End of this chapter)