I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 110 You should draw more pornographic pictures to benefit society
The meeting place of Juyi Pavilion is in the capital.

It's very safe here, the public security is good, and the transportation is convenient. There is no need to worry about anyone causing trouble.

It is said that the total number of people coming this time exceeds one hundred. The assets left by Jiang Shenlong are indeed huge.

Because of this, the meeting will take a long time and is quite a waste of time.

It doesn't matter whether Bai Xuan goes early or late. He just goes there to go through the motions.

To use an analogy, it's like the bunny girl holding a sign and walking past during a boxing match. You say she is important, and she is very important. The audience likes this. If there is no bunny girl holding the sign, they will protest and object, and say, "I've taken off my pants, and you won't let me see this?"
But you say she is important, but people don’t come to see her. Instead, they come to see the thrilling one-on-one battle between two men. The key words are sweat, muscles, flesh, collision, hard and powerful.

The weather was sunny today. Ning Jianshuang took Bai Xuan's arm and chose to walk to the meeting place without any rush.

Li Qian, the owner of Yanbo Tower, was also happy not to be an eyesore, so he went to the meeting place first and prepared to start calling the roll with his speech in hand.

Ning Jianshuang's appearance and temperament are both outstanding, and paired with the equally outstanding Bai Xuan, even though the combination of handsome men and beautiful women is not uncommon in the martial arts world, they still attracted a lot of attention. Good-looking people are always a beautiful sight wherever they go, which is why many female heroes in the martial arts world like to find handsome men to hype up their couple relationship. Those with strength will definitely not do so, but those without strength who want to become famous can only rely on their looks, show off their appearance more often, and earn more reputation.

The biggest problem with Bai Xuan's body is that his skin is not very good, it is too rough, but the first level of body casting has the effect of shedding skin. After shedding skin, his skin is white and smooth, and the biggest defect is eliminated. It is just like a beauty camera. When you show it to others, they will advise you, "Brother, turn off the skin-smoothing effect, you are almost as white as a vampire."

Who says that the internet celebrity economy was not popular in ancient times? In the feudal era when information was relatively closed to the right degree, it was easy to produce an idol effect.

Ning Jianshuang sighed softly, "If these people knew who you were, I'm afraid your white Shu brocade robe would soon become popular in the capital."

She asked softly, "Don't believe it?"

Bai Xuan shook his head: "I just think that since you mentioned it, there must be a follow-up operation plan."

"Smart." Ning Jianshuang said, "Your white Shu brocade robe isn't custom-made; it's a mass-produced item. Ordinary people can't afford it, but the 20% of the upper class and the 30% of the Jianghu people can afford it. The market is huge, and the fashion in the capital will soon spread everywhere."

"Being number one on the Crouching Dragon Ranking is the best publicity. Many people will definitely follow suit and buy, which means the demand for Shu brocade will see a surge. I've already arranged for my subordinates' shops to prepare hundreds of pieces of related ready-made clothing. I've even negotiated with the purchasing channels for Shu brocade, ensuring that we can get the same price as in previous years."

"You are such a business genius."

"Not really. I'm just following the trend. After all, you're in my hands. I can customize your clothes and appearance. How can other chambers of commerce have such a privilege?" Ning Jianshuang smiled, her eyelashes curling. "Even people in the Jianghu pursue fashion. The Northern Zhou favors brave men, while the Southern Chu favors elegant and chivalrous men... Whether it's the Crouching Dragon List or the Human List, everyone's clothing and dressing styles are completely different, and without exception, they are all carefully designed."

Bai Xuan continued, "I guess these designs are the result of negotiations with certain businessmen. A portion of the profits will flow into the hands of these celebrities as sponsorship fees."

A simple application of modern celebrity logic.

"You understand all this. Maybe you're born to be a businessman." Ning Jianshuang reached out and smoothed the wrinkles on his shoulders. "You seem to know everything."

"I'm not omnipotent either." Bai Xuan shook his head: "There are always some things I can't do."

"for example?"

"I don't know Kamehameha."

As they were talking, the two walked past a painting stall. Next to the stall, a donkey was sitting on the ground and yawning.

The gray-haired vendor put down his table and shouted to the passing crowd, "Paintings for sale! Paintings for sale! Pictures of beauties, the finest pictures of beauties!"

It would be fine if an ordinary vendor shouted like that, but this was a white-haired old man. Several women approached him, held up their fans to cover their faces, said a few words to each other, "You old man have no shame," and then hurried away.

Bai Xuan paused and looked at the white-haired old man.

Ning Jianshuang followed his gaze and saw the painting stall: "Would you like to see a painting of a beauty?"

Bai Xuan shook his head. He just realized that this old man was not simple and his realm was completely unfathomable.

He was about to leave when he heard the old man speak. His voice traveled over ten meters, like a whisper in his ear: "If you're curious, little brother, why not take a closer look? I'm sure there's something to satisfy you."

Bai Xuan looked over again and saw the old man smiling at him.

Walking to the front of the stall, I saw a thick stack of drawing paper in the wooden box next to the old man.

"What do you think of this painting of a beauty?" Bai Xuan asked.

"Of course, use your eyes." The old man raised his hand and several paintings flew out from a thick stack. Just this one move made Ning Jianshuang's eyes serious, because all the drawing papers were pressed together, but these few were pulled out by themselves, just like a few cards automatically flew out from a stack of playing cards to form a royal flush.

The white-haired painter chuckled and said, "Come and take a look. Is there anything you like?"

The styles of the five portraits picked out at random are completely different. Some are freehand, some are realistic, some are sketch styles, some are classical Chinese paintings, some are busts, some are full-length portraits, some are just faces, and some are side views.

The only thing they have in common is that they all depict beauties... and the artistic conception is very high.

Bai Xuan thought that this should have reached the level of a national art academy, or even a world-class level, which was only higher than his.

Although Bai Xuan is nominally the founder of ten schools of painting in this world, he did not enter the art of painting. Painting was just a tool for him, so he only studied it for more than ten years. Later generations said that he was the "Painting Saint" who founded more than a dozen schools of painting, but in fact he was proficient in all of them.

"Who is this?" Ning Jianshuang asked, pointing to a bust. "What a beautiful person." "The eldest daughter of the Ruan family of Chenliu, famous throughout Yuzhou, with extraordinary talent and artistic talent." The painter said, "I painted this when she was fifteen, at the request of the head of the Ruan family."

"What about this one?" Ning Jianshuang pointed to another freehand-style portrait. "This is Lin Fanjian, ranked seventeenth on the Crouching Dragon List, a leading figure among the contemporary disciples of the Baimei School. I shamelessly did a favor for this opportunity to paint him."

"Then this one..." Ning Jianshuang pointed at the least clear of the five paintings. It only showed a side profile and mostly a back view. "Who is this?"

"The Holy Maiden of the Ling Sect is now in her prime." Bai Xuan answered first.

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad." The white-haired painter laughed heartily. "As expected of you, you're the top of the Crouching Dragon Ranking. You have an outstanding eye. I guess you've seen her before, otherwise you wouldn't have recognized her from just the back."

"Your paintings are all full of beauties. You even dare to paint the beauties in the Book of Repairing the Sky."

"Why not?" The painter stroked his beard and said proudly, "My painting path is to depict all the most beautiful women in the world. This Bu Tian Shu reviews the heroes of the world, but only excludes beauties. I was really lonely, so I took the initiative to add a stroke to it!"

After hearing this arrogant statement, Ning Jianshuang recognized who this white-haired painter was.

Ranked tenth on the Earth List, nicknamed Huachi, his real name is Hua Ruchi.

He had superb painting skills. When he was young, he was immersed in the way of Zhenwu. In order to paint the demons of hell, he cut off his own eyes. Later, after a medical genius transplanted his eyes, he regained his sight. He entered the world at the age of 35 and entered the Earth List in the next 20 years.

Before the age of fifty, he focused on landscapes, traveled all over Kyushu, and left behind thousands of paintings.
After the age of fifty, he only painted beauties. The reputation of Nanchu beauties came from his paintings.

Painting enthusiasts are not necessarily evil people, but these masters who are both good and evil are the most difficult to judge their preferences.

"If there is a peerless beauty list, those on it can still protect themselves, but for ordinary people, it will only be a disaster." Bai Xuan warned: "It's not that the Bu Tian Shu can't do it, but it's unwilling to do so. Once it does so, it will be a disaster! You are risking the wrath of the world."

"So what?" The white-haired painter didn't care. "I'm just a painter. I don't think about the consequences. I paint beauties to satisfy myself and improve my art!"

Bai Xuan frowned: "Aren't you going against the original intention of painting?"

"No, this is exactly what the Painting Saint meant!" The white-haired painter shook his head in rebuttal.

Bai Xuan: “?”

How could I not understand what I mean?

Paintings are meant to be used by people, and paintings used to harm people should not exist.

"Before his death, the Painting Saint once said: This breathtaking landscape, how can it not make one linger?" The white-haired painter slapped his thigh. "Landscape, breathtaking! Clearly, the Painting Saint believed that in all painting, only landscape and breathtaking beauty are the highest!"

——How the hell do you punctuate sentences like this?
——Zero score for reading comprehension!
Bai Xuan laughed out of anger at that time.

He left this sentence just for the sake of formality. He originally wanted to imitate Katsushika Hokusai and leave a sentence "If you give me ten years, I can become a real painter", but how could it have so much profound meaning!

He didn't graduate from an art academy, and he has only practiced painting for a dozen years or so, and has learned more than a dozen styles. Is it possible that he can master them all?

How could such a nice sentence be understood like this by these people in later generations!

Is this guy crazy?
He didn't bother to argue and turned to leave.

The painting maniac said, "I came to the capital to paint beauties. If you are willing to help, I can owe you a favor and fulfill a reasonable request!"

Bai Xuan glanced at him and asked, "Is there anyone else you can't draw?"

The white-haired old man scratched his cheek awkwardly: "There are many people who are more powerful than me... There are nine people above me on the Earth Ranking."

Bai Xuan's mouth twitched as he thought of who he wanted to draw.

Good man, good man... you are lighting a cigarette in the gas chamber.

"Everyone in the world knows that the top of the Crouching Dragon Ranking saved Prince Yun. If you speak up, perhaps the Emperor of Southern Chu will answer..."

"Goodbye!" Bai Xuan directly pulled Ning Jianshuang away: "See you later!"

The painting geek didn't rush to catch up, but sat where he was, confidently saying, "Little guy, you can always regret it if you want to. My stall is right here. Remember to come find me if you have any trouble. I'm an easy-going guy."

Ning Jianshuang asked, "What does he mean?"

It's a hint that trouble is coming.

Bai Xuan shook his head: "Don't pay attention to it. This guy has gone crazy. He shouldn't be painting beauties."

"Really? It's clearly a beautiful painting." Ning Jianshuang asked, "Then what should he draw?"

"Of course it's a book!" Bai Xuan said forcefully, "If I were him, I would have drawn a book to benefit society long ago!"

(End of this chapter)