At first glance, this request does not sound excessive.

If the Immortal Lord in front of you can really make people live a hundred years and be healthy, then a painting will be nothing.

However, Sang, who was watching, always felt that something was wrong with this matter.

Moreover, Sang saw a look of longing in the eyes of this immortal master.

However, when the old man paid the price for his life just now, Lord Changsheng did not show such an expression.

So...is it Acheng's paintings that the other party really cares about?

Thinking of this, Sang finally nodded.

Acheng, who received the affirmation, immediately smiled and said: "Do you have a pen and paper?"

There was almost uncontrollable joy in Lord Changsheng's eyes.

Then, he took out a box from beside him.

It was this box that made Sang stunned.

Not only is the box's workmanship simple, but the pattern engraved on it is also very strange.

It was a woman with a beautiful face, like a fairy.

At the same time, this woman's clothing vaguely looks like the Western Han Dynasty style, but if you look closely, it feels a bit specious.

The most bizarre thing is that the woman is holding an egg in one hand. The egg is so big that it almost covers the woman's abdomen.

The other hand made a gesture to block the sun.

"Huh? This picture..." Sang frowned: "Why does it feel familiar?"

"Where have I seen this before?"

In doubt, Sang looked at Mr. Zhao.

It's a pity that Master Zhao doesn't seem to have any knowledge of this kind of ancient art. Although he can see that this box seems to be no ordinary object, he can't see any more mystery.

Lord Changsheng opened the box.

But there were pens, inks, paper and inkstones inside.

Immediately, he helped Acheng lay out the Four Treasures of the Study.

"I also invite the young master to paint."

"As long as the painting is completed, I can make the young master... live a long life..."

Acheng nodded, looked at the dragon turtle lotus lantern, and then began to outline it one stroke at a time on the white paper.

In an instant, dots of golden light appeared on the white paper.

The lines just rendered on the paper dried immediately.

And more golden light fell on Lord Changsheng like snowflakes.

Immediately afterwards, Master Changsheng's black gown seemed to be dyed with gold powder, especially the dragon and turtle pattern embroidered on the dress, which became even more lifelike under the blessing of golden light.

Seeing such a wonderful sight, everyone became friends one after another.

Sang originally wanted to stop it, but seeing how complicated the situation was, he couldn't speak directly.

Immediately:

"I've finished the painting."

At this moment, a beautiful picture of a dragon and a turtle was rendered on the white paper.

Sang and Zhao Zhenren glanced subconsciously, but saw the dragon turtle on the white paper suddenly turned his head and roared at them as if to demonstrate.

The two people's eyebrows jumped, but they didn't have time to react.

The Yinshan boy next to him was hiding behind Sang in fear:

"Sir, that dragon turtle...that dragon turtle has a divine aura on it!"

In fact, Sang also noticed it without the Yinshan boy reminding him.

But at this time, the painting was completed.

After Lord Changsheng carefully put it into his box, he held Ah Cheng's hands.

Then, let out a gentle breath.

In an instant, an inexplicable fragrant wind blew through everyone.

Ah Cheng instantly felt refreshed, and even the pain from his broken legs and feet was completely gone.

"Huh? My legs... are really healed?"

Surprised, Ah Cheng quickly stood up.

But I saw that Lord Changsheng seemed to be ready to close the stall, and looked at everyone with a smile: "Today's business is over. If you still need it, I will notice it and leave."

Everyone was still a little reluctant to leave.

After all, in their eyes, this is a strange person who can rejuvenate people.

Ah Cheng came to Sang happily:

"Sir, you can see that my legs are really healed!"

Sang stared at Acheng and looked up and down:

"Do you... feel anything uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable?" Cheng shook his head immediately.

At this time, Sang glanced at Master Changsheng who was not far away again, frowning: "Master, this is it."

"You take Cheng around for a while first."

"The Yinshan boy and I went up to see the situation."

Immediately, Sang called to the Yinshan boy, turned into a breeze, and disappeared from the place.

When Zhao Zhenren saw this, he led Ah Cheng forward.

At this time, a woman suddenly walked towards him in a hurry.

The woman was wearing a red dress and her head was lowered.

Without paying attention, he and Ah Cheng bumped into each other.

Cheng sat down on the ground and looked ahead with some confusion.

But he saw that the woman who knocked him down had shocking burn marks on her face.

"You...your face..." Acheng pointed subconsciously.

The woman trembled, and immediately looked at Acheng, with a hint of resentment in her eyes.

And this trace of resentment was caught in Zhenren Zhao's eyes, and he immediately became alert.

"Uh... are you okay?"

With that said, Acheng walked forward and helped the woman in the red dress up.

However, what I didn't expect was that the woman in the red dress pushed Cheng away rudely.

Seeing this, Master Zhao took a step forward, supported Acheng, and looked at the woman in front of him.

But I saw this woman wearing a very special crown.

This crown seems to be made of a special kind of bamboo and exudes a special fragrance.

Just as Zhao Zhenren was about to speak, the woman in the red dress in front of him spoke first:

"Did you draw a picture for Youdan?"

Ah Cheng was stunned.

The woman in the red dress then said: "He is the young man who claims to be Lord Changsheng, who can make people live a hundred years and enjoy long life."

Acheng nodded quickly: "So his name is Youdan. I did draw. What's wrong?"

The woman in the red dress frowned: "He asked you to draw... what is it about?"

The other party's question was a bit rude, which made Acheng somewhat dissatisfied, but he, who had been well-educated since childhood, still answered patiently:

"I just drew a picture of a dragon and a turtle."

"Dragon... turtle... picture..." The woman in the red dress muttered to herself, suddenly showing a very ugly smile.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, and there was an inexplicable sound of bamboo leaves.

Immediately, the surrounding area became dark, and some people holding bamboo poles and wearing facial makeup surrounded them step by step amid a burst of strange music.

But the woman in the red dress said coldly: "You Dan is indeed playing tricks."

"It seems... we can only get what we want by ourselves!"

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To be continued...