Keyboard Immortal Chapter 1056: So prominent

Yu Yanluo looked at him quietly, seeing that he didn't act rudely before she replied: "You are indeed exactly the same as Jian Yanyou in terms of face and voice, but you only have a shape, not a god."

Zuan frowned. "What do you mean?"

Yu Yanluo replied: "Let's put it this way, you use your appearance to deceive others. It may be difficult for others to see the flaws, but for me, the flaws are very big."

"I know a little about painting skills, but when I paint one thing, the outsider only needs to be a painter, the more like the painting, the better. In fact, it is not. It is not difficult to paint a target exactly the same, as long as a trained painter can do it. In the art of painting, such painters can only be considered beginners."

Zuan's old face is hot. Some time ago, in order to practice a thousand people, he has been studying painting all the time. Until the painting is exactly the same, he still thinks that he is a genius, and he has become a master of painting so quickly.

How do you know that in the eyes of others, you are just getting started.

Yu Yanluo continued: "There are other painters who are aspiring, and they pay more attention to meaning than reality, so some ordinary people will think that their paintings are not at all similar, and that their painting skills are not as good as some stalls on the street. Hawkers, this is actually a big absurdity. Because these people add their own understanding and perception of the target when they paint, and they have their own unique meaning in the painting, which is difficult for others to imitate.”

"But this is not the most brilliant painter. The most brilliant painters tend to return to the basics, which is both realistic and freehand. After seeing their paintings, ordinary people will feel that they are very similar to their goals, and thus can appreciate the beauty in them. ; Those who know how to do it can see the meaning in the painting, not only the spirit of 100% restoration of the target, but also the artist's own perception."

After saying this, Yu Yanluo's eyes fell on Zu'an's face: "The Jian Yanyou you disguised can be said to have only his shape and no god. Ordinary people can't see it, but in my eyes, it is naturally full of loopholes."

Zuan was speechless for a while, but in her opinion, she was the level of a painting vendor who set up a street stall.

"Okay, I've answered your question, can you tell me who you are now?" After Yu Yanluo finished speaking, her eyes looked at him quietly, hesitating about the bright stars in the night sky , beautiful and charming.

Zuan was thoughtful: "It's no wonder that your attack method was to use painting to trap me. It seems that you have already entered the Dao with painting. At that time, when it comes to painting, how many places can you rank? ?"

Seeing that he avoided her question again, Yu Yanluo was a little unhappy at first, but when she heard him talk about painting, she couldn't help blinking her eyes, as if she was interested.

She thought about it for a while before she answered, "It should be second."

"The world is so big, it's amazing that you can be ranked second," Zaan sighed, comforting her before saying, "Who is the first?"

"I don't know." Yu Yanluo's voice was soft and moving, as if she didn't realize she was in danger.

"Don't know?" Zaun wondered, "Then how do you know you're second?"

"So far, there are no people I know who have better painting skills than me. It's just that there are people outside the world. Maybe somewhere in the world there are people who are more powerful than me, but they won't be too many. I think about it. Go, ranking second should be more objective." Yu Yanluo's tone was solemn, as if she was making a very rigorous argument.

Zuan: "???"

I was caught off guard and was shown a face.

This woman's face with a little white flower-like expression is really hard to prevent.

He suddenly moved in his heart and looked into each other's eyes: "As far as I know, Chen Jijiu of the National Academy has several direct disciples. The disciple of Wei 'painting' is very mysterious, and the world does not know his name at all, not even whether he is a man or a woman. If nothing else, it should be you, right?"

A slight hesitation flashed on Yu Yanluo's face, and she finally nodded: "Yes, that's me, the reason why I hide my identity is because my identity is too special, neither the teacher nor I want to cause unnecessary trouble. , so it was not announced to the public.”

Zu An was dumbfounded. He never thought that Yu Yanluo was the apprentice of the wine sacrifice.

Judging from his previous contacts with the disciples of Jijiu in the back mountain of the academy, they are basically people with pure hearts, and they are inexplicably paranoid and fanatical about their favorites.

"Since she is a direct disciple of the wine sacrifice and a beautiful woman, how can she be a thief?" Zaan couldn't help sighing.

Yu Yanluo snorted: "Someone sneaked into my bedroom in the middle of the night and pretended to be my husband. Who is the thief?"

Zuan's old face is hot: "Don't talk about other things, I mean the murder of Jian Yanyou."

Yu Yanluo's tone was quite sad: "Is he really dead?"

"Don't tell me you don't know." There was a hint of sarcasm in Zaun's tone.

"I only know that most of him had an accident, and I'm really not sure that he is dead," Yu Yanluo asked after a while, "According to what you just said, it seems that Jian Tai set the hand?"

Zuan frowned. Is this woman really innocent or just pretending? If she was pretending, it would be too scary.

At this moment, a snow-white arm rushed out from under the quilt.

Zuan was shocked, and subconsciously reached out to block, but a strange light suddenly appeared in the other's eyes.

He suddenly felt that his body became extra heavy, causing his movements to be a little slower than usual.

It was this gap, the snow-white arm broke through his defense and directly hit the big hole in his chest.

Zuan shuddered, then sat stiffly unable to move: "Why are you able to move?"

He can be sure that he has just restrained the opponent's acupuncture point, how can he recover so quickly?

"Have I been bullied by you all the time lying here without moving?" Yu Yanluo snorted softly, a glint of pride flashing in her eyes.

She sat up from the bed and was about to put on the clothes on the side, but when she reached out, she realized that the clothes on her body were too cool.

Glanced at Zaan angrily, then threw the quilt on Zaan's head to cover him.

The quilt still retains the warmth of her body, and it is another scent that refreshes the heart. He suddenly felt a little lost, thinking that some perverts on the forum in his previous life would often buy the original stockings of beautiful women. How much can the original quilt of the first beauty in the world sell for?

How long has it been in the United States, the eyes light up, the quilt on her head has been torn off, and Yu Yanluo has already put on her clothes.

"Why are you able to unlock the acupuncture points?" Zaan recalled that there was nothing wrong with his method just now. If the other party was a master or above, he might not be able to control it, but she was obviously not.

"I'm asking you now, not you." After Yu Yanluo finished speaking, she suddenly felt a little happy. The other party used the same words to bully her just now, but she didn't expect her revenge to come back so quickly.

"Who are you?" Yu Yanluo looked around him as she spoke, "Like, really like, I am afraid that in the world, only someone like me who understands the art of painting and is familiar with Jian Yanyou can do it. I can see the flaw."

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Yu Yanluo didn't care: "If you don't tell me, I'll see it myself."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and groped on his face, trying to remove the mask from his face.

"Huh?" Who knew that after groping for a long time, she couldn't find the connection between the mask and the skin.

"Can you stop touching...Tear~" Her fingers were icy cold. To be honest, I don't know how many men in the world would like to be touched by Yu Yanluo's hand like this, but Zaan is obviously not one of them, because The woman kept pulling on his face because she couldn't find the mask.

Later on she even used both hands together, and although there was no mirror, Zaun could still imagine his face being pulled into all sorts of weird shapes.

"There's no mask?" Yu Yanluo's red lips were so open that they could fit an egg.

"I said I was your husband." Zaun tried to save.

Yu Yanluo's expression turned cold: "I just noticed that you have the aura of a demon clan on your body. You belong to the Royal Peacock Clan? But I have never heard of the Royal Peacock Clan's ability to transform."

The next sentence became quieter, and she was talking to herself suspiciously.

Zuan was stunned for a moment, thinking that the demon breath she was talking about was the feather Kong Nanwu gave him back then.

"Yes, I'm Kong Qing's companion. As for the disguise, it's a skill I learned by accident." Zu An took advantage of the situation to disguise, and wanted to take the opportunity to find out if there was any collusion between her and the demon clan.

Yu Yanluo looked at him coldly: "I and you Peacock family have always been in the water of the well, so why do you want to cross the border?"

Zu An was shocked. Listening to her tone, it seemed that it had nothing to do with the previous Kong Qing.

He thought about it for a while and replied: "I just want to ask my wife to verify some things. If there is any offense, I also ask my wife Haihan."

"Haihan? She broke into my bedroom in the middle of the night and pretended to be my husband. Isn't she thinking of something nasty?" Yu Yanluo sneered.

"Really wronged," Zuan explained, "I just wanted to verify that Jian Yanyou was killed, and I didn't mean to violate Madam."

"If it wasn't for the fact that you just made the quilt for me and didn't do anything wrong, you would be a dead person now." Yu Yanluo looked indifferent, as if the other party's life and death were controlled by his thoughts, "Jian Yanyou is really Killed by his brother?"

"I have the exact information, but unfortunately there is no evidence." Zaun replied ambiguously.

Yu Yanluo fell into silence immediately, a sad look on her brows.

"The madam seems very sad, but according to our information, the madam and Jian Yanyou do not live together, and their relationship seems to be limited." Zaan tentatively observed the change in her expression.

"After all, he is my husband in name, and he has taken good care of me over the years. After confirming the news of his death, I will naturally not be happy." Yu Yanluo sighed.

Zuan asked, "Can Madam answer my question, how did you get out of control just now?"

"My body is different from that of ordinary people," Yu Yanluo replied casually, "but I am more curious, why did you Peacocks come to investigate him?"

As she spoke, Yu Yanluo's face suddenly changed: "No, you can't be from the Peacock family, who are you, restore your original appearance!"

At this moment, Zaun moved suddenly, and she couldn't react at such a close distance.

Zuan sealed several big holes on her body in a row, learned the lesson just now, and he also took out the tendons of the Tianbiyuejiao to bind her all over.

Yu Yanluo was ashamed and angry: "Why are you so nasty!"

Rage value from Yu Yanluo +555+555+555...

Zuan blushed, because he had never tied anyone before, and just after subconsciously binding, he realized that it was exactly the same as the rope skills he learned from the teachers in those Japanese love action movies in his previous life.

"Ahem, just to prevent you from plotting against him again." He looked away unnaturally. After all, he was bound by tricks, and some parts were really prominent.

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