Now, he is terrifyingly strong!!!
The official bowed: "Lord Liang, would you like to make a draft on white paper first?"
"No draft!"
Strike while the iron is hot.
The official looked at Lan Jicai, mainly worried that Liang Qu might not paint it well the first time, wasting the materials.
The first piece was just a piece of animal skin, costing thousands of taels!
Lan Jicai waved his hand.
The official bowed and, from a different box, took out a jar of dark red, moist blood, which was fragrant. He then took out a Purple Bamboo Spirit Brush, engraved with dark golden patterns and exuding an extraordinary aura, and presented it with both hands.
The brush was new.
Liang Qu held the Purple Bamboo Brush, pinched the tip gently to open it.
He tightly closed his eyes, sketching in his mind a pair of golden suns!
The Flood Dragon was continuously adjusted, zoomed in, and various postures reflected onto the paper, selecting one.
As he concentrated and brewed.
