I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

They actually attacked together... They were cautious enough.

With her spiritual sense, Jiang Ke'er had already sensed what that thing was.

Bird, snake, leopard, monkey.

"Yan Liben, this is the first lesson, drawing bones!"

"Bones are the basis of form. Without bones, no matter how realistic a painting looks, it is nothing more than a cloth bag that will break with a poke!"

Jiang Ke'er lightly drew with the tip of her pen, and four ink-and-wash creatures jumped out from the darkness. They were exactly the same bird, snake, leopard, and monkey!

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(The number of places has not increased yet.)

75. Painting

Birds ran towards each other, and their dark shadows flashed across the starry sky.

Yan Pi could see clearly - the feathers of the bird painted by Jiang Ke'er had distinct textures and smooth, shiny skin, reflecting the faint moonlight. Not only was the shape similar, but it was also surprisingly full and natural, looking just like a real bird!

At the same time, an ink crow flew from the west and met the bird drawn by Jiang Keer.

"Huh?" Qingyang Painting Fairy frowned, "How did I meet a real crow? Could it be that the crow I drew is too similar and the crow is here to court my little crow?"

Qingyang the Painting Immortal couldn't help but feel complacent, it seemed that his painting skills had improved again.

However, as he was stunned, the crow flying from the Yan family courtyard did not dodge at all and collided head-on with his ink crow!

With a puff, his ink crow was like a piece of torn paper and was easily turned into a pool of ink that spilled out!

“This…this…” Qingyang Huaxian was stunned, but he still hadn’t recognized the authenticity of the crow. He just thought, “This crow must be mentally ill!”

However, Yan Pi, who witnessed everything, could not remain calm. He could clearly see the difference in quality between the two crows!

Both were drawn crows, and both had cultivation levels not exceeding the Three Talents Realm, but one broke into pieces after a single collision, while the other remained completely unharmed after the collision, and could even jump around and taunt while showing off its brand... The difference was immediately apparent!

What's more, this is just one of the four paintings that Jiang Ke'er mass-produced!

However, these four casually mass-produced paintings easily smashed the carefully prepared paintings of four human painters - a bird, a snake, a leopard, and a monkey!

On the other side, the four human painters whose paintings were smashed were dumbfounded.

"My paintings were smashed by a crazy crow that suddenly appeared," Qingyang Painting Fairy said in grief and anger, "How are you doing over there?"

"How strange! My snake was also entangled by a snake!"

"Oh my god! My tiger too! How many of these messy creatures does the Yan family have?"

"That's right, why is there someone raising leopards? Does his Yan family run a zoo?"

After exchanging information, the four of them were stunned.

"What color are the things you encountered?" asked Qingyang Painting Fairy in a deep voice.

"Black." "Black." "Me too."

Crows and black snakes are okay, but black leopards and tigers are not common.

Painting cultivator? No, it's impossible. No matter how powerful a painter is, he can't draw something so complete that looks like the real thing, at least not in such a short time... Besides, we are all cultivators at the Three Talents Realm at most, so the hardness of the things we draw can't be so different.

"It looks like he's a beast tamer, a summoning cultivator." Qingyang Huaxian said confidently, "There's no other possibility."

The other monks seconded the proposal.

"I didn't expect that the Yan family would have a beast tamer guarding them. Our whereabouts have been exposed," Qingyang Huaxian was very unhappy. "Since this is the case, we can't leave. We must kill all the people in the Yan family and the beast tamer as soon as possible, otherwise our reputation will be damaged."

"Fortunately, the number of beasts that a beast tamer can tam is limited," Qingyang Huaxian smiled sinisterly, "and now the types of beasts he tames have been exposed, which means his weaknesses are exposed... In this way, we only need to target him slightly, or bypass the beast and attack its body, and we can kill him on the spot!"

*****

"They think you are a beast-taming monk," Yan Pi said with a smile.

At this time, Yan Pi's attitude towards Jiang Ke'er had changed greatly. An expert knows the ins and outs of things. As a fellow painter, he could tell at a glance how much profound knowledge was contained in Jiang Ke'er's strokes... Even if one has both talent and hard work, one cannot achieve this.

His understanding of painting must have surpassed most people, even surpassed his time! To achieve such an incredible level.

She said that the Qingyang Painting Fairy was a piece of rotten fish and shrimp. She was not being arrogant. She was completely qualified to do so... She even pointed at Yan Pi's nose and called him a piece of rotten fish and shrimp, and Yan Pi did not dare to refute her at all!

"A beast-taming monk?" Jiang Ke'er showed a wicked smile.

With arms stretched out, the swift brushstrokes created a gust of wind!

With a light tap of the tip, a huge creature slowly took shape! It broke free from the canvas inch by inch, and its huge body, hundreds of feet long, soared into the air and flew straight into the sky!

Jiang Ke'er was painting while muttering something, and she recited it aloud on purpose.

"The god of Zhongshan is named Sun Zhuyin! When he sees, it is day; when he closes his eyes, it is night; when he blows, it is winter; when he exhales, it is summer. He does not drink, eat, or rest; his breath is the wind..."

The four painters all heard what Jiang Ke'er said. The more they listened, the more they felt something was wrong, and they began to panic.

Fortunately, they quickly drew traps, bows and arrows, and other props to deal with wild beasts or directly kill their owners.

Just as they finished their work, Jiang Keer also finished her painting.

"When he closes his eyes, it is dark; when he sees, it is bright... This is the candle of the nine yins, this is called the candle dragon!"

With a flick of the pen tip, the giant beast soars into the air!

Jiang Ke'er said seriously: "Show up! Guardian of the underworld!"

"Are you my Master?" The giant beast lowered its head and looked at Jiang Ke'er with eyes that flickered with eerie flames like candlelight.

"That's right... Zhu Jiuyin."

pat-

The four human painters stared blankly at the huge monster towering in the clouds, holding the bows and arrows and traps they had just drawn.

The pen fell quietly to the ground.

My pants suddenly became wet.

They remembered what it was.

According to legend, there is a god named Zhu Jiuyin, also known as Zhulong. When it opens its eyes, it is night; when it closes its eyes, it is darkness; when it blows, it is winter; when it exhales, it is summer...

This can be summoned?!

Brain pain.

This is also a beating.

The four old men were already very old, and three of them were so frightened that they suffered heart attacks and passed away. Only one Danyang Painting Fairy was left, who was trembling as he tried to escape, but under the influence of the divine power, his limp legs simply refused to obey him.

He climbed awkwardly and fell from the roof to the ground, but landed in front of the four black animals.

The crow looked at him mockingly, with a glowing thumbs-up appearing above its head.

The snake coiled around his body, hissing and baring its fangs, staring at his nose.

The tiger and the leopard blocked his retreat from the front and the back.

Zhulong bent down and looked at his stinky brother with an expression.

"..." Qingyang Huaxian felt that it would be better for him to just get over it, so that he could endure less pain.

But suddenly, all these black beasts exploded!

“Puff, puff—”

Qingyang Huaxian thought that he could not escape death, but the opponent actually let the summoned creature self-destruct to kill him, which showed that he still had some strength, so his death was worth it.

However, after a few seconds, Qingyang Huaxian didn't feel any harm except that his face was covered with wet stuff.

He wiped his face and looked at the thing in his hand in the moonlight.

"ink?!"

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76. The Disaster of the Immortal Palace

“Fake…fake?!”

Qingyang Painting Fairy opened his mouth wide.

Until the very end, he didn't realize that these beasts were just paintings... They were so lifelike, every detail was visible! How could such details be just paintings? !

Then this candle dragon, could it be that...

Zhulong wrapped the tip of his tail around Qingyang Huaxian and threw it into the Yan family's yard.

Then it turned into raindrops of ink and disappeared without a trace.

It is also a painting.

But this was more devastating to him than actually summoning Zhulong.

He was knocked unconscious by the fall, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Ke'er standing in front of the table with a pen in her hand.

It’s actually... her?

In other words, it's the demon race?

A demon has reached a level in painting that is unattainable for most humans? !

It’s over.

The painting is finished.

The history of kendo will be repeated in painting. Another Jiang Keer will be born. Perhaps it won’t be long before painting becomes as notorious as kendo.

——But what does that have to do with my current situation?

"Don't kill me! Sir, please spare me. I have a family and a career. I was just bewildered for a moment..."

"The Yan family also has a family and a business, and the servants of the Yan family also have parents and children to take care of. Are you possessed by a ghost? Sorry, I am possessed by a ghost too."

Jiang Ke'er gripped the hilt of the sword, and a cold aqua-blue sword light flashed.

Qingyang Huaxian's soul returned to heaven, but his death was not tragic. His wounds were instantly frozen by the chillness wrapped in the frost shadow, and not a drop of blood seeped out.

When killing people, Jiang Ke'er did not avoid the people around her, nor did she take the young Yan Liben into consideration... because this is a place where the strong prey on the weak. From the day they embarked on the path of a cultivator, they would either kill or be killed sooner or later. Everyone has long been accustomed to it. Although Yan Liben is young, he must accept such a setting.

"I killed your teacher. As compensation, I will be your teacher from today on," Jiang Ke'er said to Yan Liben.

"Hmm..." Yan Liben didn't dare to agree immediately, but glanced at Yan Pi out of the corner of his eye.

Yan Pi was furious: "You little bastard, kneel down and become my disciple! Why are you so stupid?"

"Yeah!" Yan Liben was so happy that he knelt down and kowtowed to Jiang Ke'er three times, "Sister Qingyi, oh no... Teacher Qingyi! Please accept my disciple's greetings!"

"No need to be so polite. You and I are just ordinary teacher and student, and you are just an ordinary student in the school. Starting tomorrow, you will go to class with the big brothers and sisters of Sancun." Jiang Ke'er waved her hand and glanced at Yan Pi.

Yan Pi was indeed an old and experienced man. He smiled knowingly and took the initiative to ask: "May I ask... Are you satisfied with the monthly tuition of 1000 magic crystals?"

"Master Yan, you are too polite. Yan Liben is a boy who suits my taste. There is no need to spend so much money," Jiang Ke'er said with a smile, "Forget about the magic crystals. However, if I don't have Yibi, I will not be able to move forward in the ancient realm... Please give it as you see fit, Master."

The most difficult price to deal with when trading - give it as you see fit.

Yan Pi felt a headache and asked tentatively, "Five thousand Yibi?"

Yibi is the currency that can be used in the Ancient Realm of Learning. Although magic crystals are also very precious, they are a bit troublesome to use in the Ancient Realm of Learning.

Five thousand Yi coins are roughly equivalent to more than two thousand magic crystals, which is not a small amount. Although the Yan family is wealthy, it is not easy to come up with so much money every month.

"Deal." Jiang Ke'er didn't ask for too much. In fact, if she wasn't so poor and felt that developing Mingzhou would require huge amounts of resources, she actually didn't want to charge Yan Liben tuition.

Yan Pi was so happy that his face turned red. He bowed to Jiang Ke'er and said, "The Yan family knows that this kind of painting inheritance is priceless! It is definitely not something that can be bought with a small amount of money... I, Yan Pi, swear here! From today on, the Yan family will do our best to repay you for your kindness! If there is any need for it, our Yan family, from top to bottom, will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

It seems that the biggest gain today is not the monthly 5000 Yibi, but the favor from the Yan family.

"It's okay. Your house is big. Just lend it to me for now."

Jiang Ke'er doesn't really like this kind of situation where people are being polite to each other.

Yan Pi wanted to talk to Jiang Ke'er again, but suddenly his face changed slightly and he said, "There are urgent matters in the army that need to be dealt with. I will talk to you in detail another day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his shadow disappeared in the yard.

******

"The Nanzhan tribe launched a surprise attack overnight, but the sentinel monks did not send any news. Our army suffered heavy losses... Emperor Ling ordered the troops to withdraw back to the imperial capital."