After walking for almost another kilometer, we came to the edge of a large river with thin ripples.
A middle-aged man with a beard, holding a grilled fish in his left hand and gnawing on it, holding a paintbrush in his right hand, was drawing something.
"Senior Painting King, the new master, has come to take the assessment." Xuan'er gave a gift and said softly.
The painting king suddenly raised his head, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Is there anyone who has really passed the perverted level of the Book Fairy? This is the first time since the existence of Fairyland, right?"
The Painting King looked Mo Lingfeng up and down, as if he wanted to see what was different about those who could pass the level of book fairy.
"Junior Mo Lingfeng, I have met the senior painting king!" Mo Lingfeng is so smart. It can be seen from his words that this painting king is a straightforward person.
For this kind of person, the more you respect him, the more he will respect you.
Sure enough, as soon as Mo Lingfeng's words came out, the painting king quickly bowed.
"You're welcome, little friend, come on, come and eat fish together." The painting king warmly invited.
"Haha, you're welcome, junior." Mo Lingfeng walked over, took a fish from the grill, and ate it.
Seeing Mo Lingfeng behave gracefully and generously, the painting king had a better impression of Mo Lingfeng.
"Huh?" As soon as the fish was in his mouth, Mo Lingfeng suddenly felt something was wrong.
A subtle flow of air appeared in the body out of thin air and merged with his own spiritual energy.
After integrating the spiritual energy, his cultivation has actually been strengthened to a certain extent.
"This fish is not simple!" Mo Lingfeng said secretly.
However, time is of the essence and business is more important.
After Mo Lingfeng finished the fish, he said respectfully to the King of Painting: "Senior King of Painting, you also know that this junior is here for the assessment. Now there is not much time left, so I still ask the senior to come up with questions!"
"Haha, it's easy to talk. I won't embarrass my little friend. Just give me a picture, as long as it is 70% similar." The painting king waved the grilled fish at Mo Lingfeng.
"Seventy percent?" Mo Lingfeng sweated violently.
I don't know how to draw. I just practiced sketching for a year when I had nothing to do. I have long forgotten it now.
There is no other way, let’s catch the duck and put it on the shelf.
I looked around and saw that there was no paper or pencil, and I didn’t know how to use a paintbrush. What should I do?
Seeing that the time was almost up, Mo Lingfeng became anxious.
"Huh? Yes!"
Suddenly, Mo Lingfeng took out a piece of black charcoal from under the grill.
Looking around, Mo Lingfeng walked towards a white stone wall not far away.
"Huh?" The painting king and Xuan'er didn't know what Mo Lingfeng was going to do, so they both looked over with curiosity.
Mo Lingfeng walked to the stone wall and looked back at the painting king for a long time.
Then, he turned around, used black charcoal instead of pencil, and started drawing on the stone wall.
Swish, swish, swish...
After a while, the shape of a head was outlined.
"Huh? Interesting, whose painting method is this?" The painting king's eyes lit up and he watched Mo Lingfeng paint with interest.
After Mo Lingfeng painted a few strokes, he glanced at the King of Painters, and at the same time sighed inwardly. He was indeed unfamiliar. My sketching skills were a bit of a success back then!
As for the painting king, as the portraits on the wall gradually took shape, he had already put aside the grilled fish, ran behind Mo Lingfeng, and watched Mo Lingfeng paint carefully.
After a while, Mo Lingfeng finally completed the bust sketch of the painting king.
Throwing the black coal away, Mo Lingfeng let out a long sigh.
I finally finished it. Although I am still not satisfied with it, I have reached 70% to 80% of my original highest level.
Okay or not, that’s it.
He turned his head and prepared to let the King of Painting take a look.
When he turned around, Mo Lingfeng was shocked.
I saw the painting king constantly rubbing his hands, with a mean smile on his face, and staring at himself with green eyes, just like staring at a woman.
Mo Lingfeng was so frightened that he quickly jumped back.
"Well, little brother, which school of painting do you use? It's so magical!" The painting king asked Mo Lingfeng like a child who discovered his favorite toy.
"This is a sketch, a painting method invented by myself." Mo Lingfeng said with a proud look on his face.
"What? It was actually invented by my little brother!" The painting king was shocked.
"Oh, my little brother is really a genius! Although the sketch he invented is simple, it can make the characters come to life. It's really amazing!"
The painting king looked at Mo Lingfeng's paintings and was full of praise.
Seeing that the painting king didn't mention the assessment for a long time, Mo Lingfeng couldn't help it.
"Ahem...that senior painting king, do you think I passed the fourth level?"
"Ah?" The painting king was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, "Forget it, you must do it. You passed my test. Oh my, this sketch is really amazing."
Yeah! Mo Lingfeng jumped so high with joy!
I finally passed the test. Not only was my life saved, but I no longer had to worry about living in a painting for the rest of my life.
Ignoring the painting king who kept praising him in front of the wall, Mo Lingfeng asked Xuan'er: "Xuan'er, can I go out now?"
"Yes, master, please come with me." Xuan'er brought Mo Lingfeng to a stone tablet as tall as a person.
Mo Lingfeng looked intently and saw four large red characters engraved in seal script on the stone tablet: Taoyuan Wonderland.
"Master, this is the World Soul Monument of the Fairyland. It can control everything in the entire Fairyland." Xuan'er introduced to Mo Lingfeng.
"Oh? How to control it?"
"Master has passed the assessment and the World Soul Monument is already known. Master only needs to place his palm on the World Soul Monument."
Mo Lingfeng followed Xuan'er's instructions and put his hand on it.
"Buzz!" A bright light flashed.
The World Soul Monument disappeared out of thin air, and the next moment, it appeared in Mo Lingfeng's mind.
Mo Lingfeng suddenly felt that he and the World Soul Monument had a blood connection, as if they were his own hands and feet.
At the same time, the entire wonderland was in his mind, extremely familiar, as if he was born with it.
At the same time, with a thought, everything in the fairyland was under his control, including the four friends of Hanshan.
Mo Lingfeng had a feeling that with just one thought, any of the four friends of Hanshan could disappear from this world.
"Too strong!" Mo Lingfeng felt that he had really found a treasure this time.
"Xuan'er, I'm going out."
Xuan'er's expression suddenly became extremely lonely and sad.
"Master, will you be like the first master, once you leave, you will never come back again?"
"Haha, how come? I will come back often." Mo Lingfeng would not want to come back to such a good place.
"Really? That slave is here to wait for his master to return." Xuan'er saluted Mo Lingfeng.
"Well, I'll bring you something good next time." After saying that, Mo Lingfeng disappeared into thin air.