"Oh! The master praised me. Can I go to receive the award?" Xiao Jin said and immediately jumped towards the refrigerator.


    "I......" Du Ziyuan also had no way at all.


    "Just live in the refrigerator and be a refrigerator dragon!"


    Ning Hanlu pulled Du Ziyuan''s sleeve pitifully: "teacher, brother, aren''t you happy when I come back?"


    Du Ziyuan looked and hurriedly said, "no! There''s something there! I must be happy when you come back!"


    He hurriedly felt his head and took snacks, which coaxed Ning Hanlu.


    At the other end of the video, Pei Mingyang took the opportunity to say, "Oh, I just heard someone say he really wants to work? Should we talk about work next?"


    "Tut," Du Ziyuan couldn''t help it, "OK, OK, I draw, can''t I draw? But this time, I want to draw my seal pen."


    "Hmm?" Pei Mingyang''s face suddenly changed. "You haven''t given up your plan to seal the pen yet!? no, you, do you know how much impact your seal will have?"


    "It''s not a big problem. You can see that there have been two waves of thunder robberies. God knows when the third wave will come? Now I''m too late to deal with thunder robberies. Where do I want to draw comics?"


    For Du Ziyuan''s explanation, although it still looks like making excuses, Pei Mingyang can''t find any words to refute.


    Indeed, it is a bit too much to ask a person who has survived the robbery to draw cartoons. In particular, Du Ziyuan''s crossing is still an almost fatal yin-yang God robbery.


    "That''s not to close the pen? In case you finish the robbery in the future, you can still continue to draw." on the muddy sky star, the immortals in the fairyland come out to sing, dance and write novels.


    "Then change the vest, why do you not understand this? Are you still a professional editor?" Du TSU yuan''s Tucao make complaints about Pei Mingyang.


    For others, a famous pseudonym is really important, but does Du Ziyuan need it?


    Pei Mingyang thought, it seems that this is really the case. In that case, just use the pseudonym mountain wind to make another profit.


    "What are you going to draw?"


    "I promised one of my attendants that I would draw him a cartoon indicating the future of kendo, so I''d just use this one," Du Ziyuan said.


    "What''s his name?" Pei Mingyang was not interested in his starting point. No matter what it was for, the cartoons drawn by this guy were absolutely interesting, so he didn''t worry at all.


    "Well, it''s tentatively called... Fierce blade in the snow," said Du Ziyuan.


    "Hmm???" not only Pei Mingyang, but Ning Hanlu, who listened quietly, also had a black question mark on her face.


    Why, the cartoon name of Kendo is Dao?


    Pei Mingyang really wanted to make complaints about Tucao, but considering Du Ziyuan''s character, he thought it would be better to shut up or else he would be bloated and indigestible.


    "OK, then draw it first. When will you give it to me?"


    "You go to publicize it first, and I''ll give you the original in a few days." there are many stories in the line of fierce knives in the snow, and Du Ziyuan didn''t intend to finish painting at all. Since it is intended to awaken Li Cunfeng, it is almost the place where Li Chungang died.


    It happened that the scenes of Li Chungang were basically at the beginning of the book, so it would not be abrupt to draw only this part.


    As for eunuchs? The original author of this book is famous as a eunuch. Although this book "in the snow" is finished, is the name of the head of the big interior white?


    [I''m paying tribute to the original author. Can the tribute be regarded as a eunuch? Of course not.] Du Ziyuan just felt that he had never been so righteous.


    ……


    Du Ziyuan is still drawing a cartoon of "in the snow" without saying a word, and Pei Mingyang has hyped it up.


    After all, it is the seal work of mountain wind, and its influence is self-evident.


    Nanyan continent, the general League of truth seeking Taoism.


    Taoist Fusheng''s cheeks puffed up, and his hands kept stuffing things into his mouth: "# ￥...... ￥ #@@"


    Opposite him, the unknown cartoonist sat there and looked at him like this: "I said, if you want to talk, swallow something."


    Taoist Fusheng stopped, swallowed a mouthful of food, and said, "Wow! Where did you find the cook? It''s delicious!"


    "One of my chef friends is a beautiful woman," said the unknown cartoonist.


    Taoist Fusheng''s eyes lit up: "it''s sure to work now! I don''t believe that the mountain wind can be indifferent to this kind of food!"


    "Then..." the unknown cartoonist was about to speak when suddenly the disciple of Taoist Fusheng ran over: "master! Master! No!"


    "What''s the matter? I''ve taught you self-cultivation for 300 years. Is that what you''ve learned?" Taoist Fusheng scolded his disciples and didn''t forget to put a piece of fried chicken on the table into his mouth. The delicious food really makes the gods want to stop.


    The disciple quickly adjusted his breathing and said slowly, "Sir, I just received the news that Mr. Shanfeng seems to be closing his pen."


    "Oh!!!" Taoist Fusheng''s eyes suddenly stared more prominent than the goldfish. He covered his throat in pain and his face soon began to congest.


    "Master? Master, what''s the matter with you?"


    At this time, the unknown cartoonist came over and patted Taoist Fusheng on his back. A piece of fried chicken immediately flew out of his mouth and landed on the ground.


    "Cough..." Taoist Fusheng cried, "what chicken nugget? It''s killing me!"


    The unknown cartoonist said, "who told you not to chew well? My friend hates people who swallow dates, so if she doesn''t chew enough for 20 times, she will choke people 100%. Just now, you almost became the first immortal to choke in the history of the fairy world."


    Taoist Fusheng shook his head: "I was frightened just now. What should I do, unknown teacher? We haven''t started to implement the plan yet. Teacher Shanfeng is about to close the pen."


    "Yes..." the unknown cartoonist also has a headache. "Doesn''t this guy have any pursuit? What''s the difference between closing the pen at this time and salted fish?"


    Taoist Fusheng sat back in his chair and looked solemn, as if nothing had happened just now. However, he couldn''t help glancing at the dishes on the table, because they were so delicious, but the psychological shadow of choking just now was still there, and he didn''t want to lose face in front of his disciples.


    "In a word, since he''s going to publish a cartoon, we don''t need to challenge him. There''s still space for him to seal his pen. It''s the same."


    "But can you find the blank?" asked Taoist Fusheng. It is because the blank dragon sees the head but not the tail that the unknown cartoonist challenges the mountain wind. Now he suddenly says that it is not so easy to find the blank.