Mao Jiren didn't care at first, but in the dim environment, Chu Junlan's painting platform glowed, and fine sand flowed under her fingers, forming a lifelike picture.

As soon as the old man on it was formed, Mao Jiren opened his eyes wide open and saw her without waiting to see clearly. When she saw her fingers twisting and tweaking, the picture instantly changed. From an old man sitting cross-legged to a wrinkled face, stubbornly raised beard, sparse hair, and crystal clear eyes.

That was Mao Jiren's face!

Chu Junlan's movements were fast and steady, using the sparseness and density of fine sand to outline the tones of light and darkness. A vivid avatar "sketch" was completed with fine sand.

Mao Jiren and his dozen of his disciples were stunned for a moment, surrounded by them, each stretching his neck and wishing he could see it more clearly.

Chu Junlan grabbed another handful of fine sand, fiddled it casually, and described it carefully. The Yin-Yang text was transformed. Mao Jiren on the painting frowned and his swearing expression was lifelike. He was also a realistic face portrayed in light and dark tones, which was completely different from the freehand style that Mao Jiren was familiar with.

Chu Junlan finished painting Mao Jiren's stinky face when he scolded him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that everyone was addicted to it. He chuckled and pushed the fine sand aside. A good painting was ruined.

Chu Junlan smiled and said, "Can Mr. Mao give me the words the emperor ordered?"

Mao Jiren suddenly came to his senses, his eyes brighter than the lamp under the sand painting stage. He walked closer and said anxiously: "What is this painting method? Did you develop it? Why do you paint me just now, as if I was looking in a mirror? Why do you look like a real person?"

Chu Junlan smiled and said, "Mr. Mao, do you think I draw a picture?"

Mao Jiren suddenly calmed down. He felt unhappy when he was disturbed three days ago and said something he said when he deliberately made things difficult for him. He couldn't help but blush: "Like..."

"Then please ask Mr. Mao to write the words the emperor ordered to the little girl."

Mao Jiren nodded and coughed, "This is natural. Since we have to fulfill our promise, we should not be old and worship the girl first." As he said that, he was about to bow down.

Chu Junlan was frightened. How could she bear it if everyone kneeled down to worship her? She hurriedly helped Mao Jiren's arm and refused to let him kneel down.

"This is impossible!"

Mao Jiren was very anxious about Chu Junlan's painting method just now. If he could not master this painting method, he would probably leave regrets in his life.

Not only Mao Jiren, but even the dozen Mao Jiren's disciples had their eyes bright and regretted that they could not speak.

Chu Junlan held Mao Jiren toughly, but did not let the old man kneel down.

"That day was just a joke. I couldn't do it really well. The little girl was a little unintentional. How dare I set up the Drum Lei Gate? The reason why I thought of this skill was that I really used paper and pen to paint. I couldn't be the opponent of your old disciple. This was unique and purely a fool."

"No, no." Mao Jiren said anxiously, "You just used fine sand, more or less, dense or sparse, just like a sprinkle. My face was like real, not flat, like a real person's face. I have never seen you paint like this. You can say how many words you want me to write, and you can write whatever you say, but we have agreed, I will be your teacher, and you will teach me that way of painting!"

Chu Junlan really didn't expect that Mao Jiren would be so persistent and could not be helped by him, so he had to say, "I really don't dare to be a disciple. My painting tools are here. You can use them at will, and I will also come to the door to disturb you and paint with you, so that you can learn from you. I wonder what you think?"

Mao Jiren's eyes were glowing and he nodded repeatedly.

When I looked at Chu Junlan again, I was happy everywhere. I remembered how difficult he made things difficult for the little girl in public, but he still gave him a face, not wanting him to become a disciple, and willing to teach him a new way of painting. Mao Jiren really regretted that he shouldn't have been back then, and felt quite ashamed.

He ignored his dozen disciples and ordered people to prepare pens and ink, and personally wrote a plaque of the immortal wine, and wrote four more dou square pictures. Even the guise outside the winery was written again.

After blowing the ink traces dry, Mao Jiren smiled and said, "You don't have to rush to take these away. I told someone to make a plaque and wine plaque, and then frame the dou side properly and ask someone to send it to you, which will also save you a lot of effort."

Three days ago, the heavy rain and thunder changed today. Mao Guoshou's priceless words are now casually putting plaques and squares for her winery. As long as Mao Jiren's money is placed on it, Chu Junlan believes that many more people will come to watch his winery.

Chu Junlan told Mao Jiren a while about the painting of sand paintings and the bright and dark tones when sketching. Seeing that it was getting late and it was almost time for curfew, he said goodbye.

Mao Jiren reluctantly discussed and said embarrassedly: "This painting station costs a lot, how much should I give you money?"

"Let me give it to Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. is hard to find a fortune. I have taken advantage of it today. I will give you a sand painting platform or will I make a profit."

If it were on weekdays, others would definitely make Mao Jiren dissatisfied with this kind of philanthropist. Today, he laughed loudly and felt that Chu Junlan was a real person and his true nature.

Chu Junlan returned to the mansion smoothly. In just three days, Mao Jiren ordered people to make plaques overnight, and Doufang and wine flags were delivered.

Chu Junlan arranged to ask the shop assistant to change the plaque.

Many people onlookers were talking about it, and they were all praised and said, and then they looked at the signature and became more shocked.

"I didn't expect Mr. Mao would actually bring up a plaque for the immortal wine!"

"It's enough to prove how much the gods are liked by people."

"I heard that it was the word given by the emperor."

...

When Chu Huating came to the winery, he saw many people talking around the winery door. He saw his sister from afar and squeezed to her side.

"Lanlan."

"Brother?" Chu Junlan smiled and turned around, but saw that Chu Huating's face was a little wrong.

"But what happened? Let's go in and talk." Chu Junlan pulled Chu Huating away from the noisy crowd and walked through the winery to the flower hall behind.

Chu Junlan took the hot tea brought by Zi Yan and handed it to Chu Huating: "What's wrong with brother? But what's wrong with following Mr. Xie?"

"No, the teacher is very nice to me. I have benefited a lot these days," Chu Huating held a white porcelain tea bowl, but did not eat a bite of tea. Looking at Chu Junlan sitting next to him, he said with a complicated expression, "I know something today, and I think you should know about it."

Seeing Chu Huating so serious, Chu Junlan also corrected his expression: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Today told me that he was acting in front of the winery that day."

Chu Junlan chuckled, "It's this? I've guessed it long ago."

"Yes, I guessed it too. But I have never known why the teacher did this. Only today did I realize that it was all because of the prince."
Chapter completed!