Chapter 3 Street Painter

　　In the center of Hundred Flowers City, on the largest square, Bai Muye sat in a corner with his drawing board propped up in a daze there. 　　I'm still a kid! 　　Isn't the task of a child to study well and spend the rest of the time on various waves? 　　Isn't everything else the responsibility of the parents? 　　Why do you have to treat your child so cruelly? 　　All these years he's seldom even left the house. The old man is in charge of everything. Where did he get the money? 　　Because there wasn't a single cent in his account, he couldn't even overdraw his credits. 　　The old man now suddenly gave him this, directly caught him off guard. 　　Not to mention thinking about his origins, he didn't even have time to read the Seal Character Master's Treasury that the old man had left him. 　　Much less had the energy to grieve the old man's sudden departure. 　　Is he deliberately sharpening me in this way? And at the same time make me less sad about his departure? 　　Bah! 　　What's the point of being sad! 　　It's almost like the rhythm of pitting people to death! 　　Luckily, I still have some skills, otherwise, not only would I not be able to pay the rent, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to fill my stomach. 　　Drawing a talisman starts with drawing! 　　Spiritual power is the foundation of a talisman master, and painting skills, likewise! 　　A powerful painter might not necessarily be a rune seal master, but a powerful rune seal master was definitely a powerful painter. 　　Remembering that the old man had told him that his painting skills had already ascended to a higher level, and could be comparable to some lesser-known painters. 　　With time running out and not being able to think of any other means of earning a living, he could only think of coming to Hundred Flowers City to sell his paintings. 　　But the question was, how much should a painting be sold for? 　　Can he earn enough for next month's rent before school starts? 　　He had no idea. 　　Moreover, the ideal is always plump, but the reality is very bony, even more bony than those girls who are so skinny that wolves want to cry when they see them. 　　The girl who is so skinny that she is like that, in fact, besides herself, not many people will care about her. 　　The street sells paintings of Bai Muye similarly no one cares. 　　It's been a morning and not a single person has patronized his business. 　　If this keeps up, he'll probably be on the verge of drinking the northwest wind, not to mention paying the rent. 　　The key to his dress was that he didn't look like an artist at all. 　　On his head was a baseball cap with a lowered brim, and his face was covered with a large mask. 　　If this kind of dress appeared in the remote place, the less courageous would have to hide away. 　　But he is a man of integrity! 　　Color can not be sold so cheaply! 　　No one patronized the business, White Makino mind is also thinking nonsense, thinking about the old man said those things. 　　Thinking about the island. 　　Last night in the network checked half the night, the result is not found. 　　In the end, he could only helplessly let Big Pretty help him clean up those query records. 　　Don't get into trouble again without hitting the fox. 　　Thinking about Lin Zixi. 　　That little girl who had always appeared in his dreams and was fated to be with him, he didn't know where the old man had actually sent her. 　　He didn't even know if she was in Flying Fairy Star. 　　Flying Fairy Star was located in the borderland, and it was often attacked by those trash that crawled out from the dimensional space. 　　If she was also on Flying Fairy Star, would she be in danger? 　　When would her own memories be unsealed? 　　Bai Muye was more concerned about this matter. 　　He wasn't in a hurry to unseal his mental power, after all, he hadn't learned how to hide that powerful mental fluctuation yet, and there was no benefit to unsealing it. 　　"Hello." 　　Just as Bai Muye was rambling, a slightly cold, but very melodious voice suddenly came from in front of him. 　　A pair of transparent crystal sandals appeared in front of Bai Muye's eyes. 　　The small feet were delicate, white and snowy, and the bright red nails were glittering and beautiful. 　　Bai Muye raised his head, and suddenly his eyes lit up. 　　A young girl wearing a beige waist-length skirt appeared in front of his drawing board. 　　An air of youthful vigor came out! 　　The young girl was about one meter six eight, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, soft and shiny, and she wore a fashionable dome straw hat on her head, with a pair of large sunglasses fastened to her face. 　　The small half of her face that was exposed had a perfect face shape and blown out skin. 　　Although Hundred Flower City was full of beautiful women, this young girl who didn't look too old still gave Bai Muye a feeling of amazement. 　　"Hello there, do you want to draw a portrait?" 　　Bai Muye was delighted in his heart, then he lowered his voice and tried to look as mature as possible. 　　Although he rarely went out, he was well aware that a teenager his age running out to draw for others would generally be naturally distrustful. 　　Unless he was willing to take off his mask and hat. 　　But if that was the case, he probably wouldn't be able to paint, and would be surrounded in no time. 　　The moment he looked up, those bright and clear eyes caused Qin Ranran to faintly freeze. 　　What a beautiful pair of eyes! 　　She had thought that this guy who was heavily armed and exaggerated more than herself couldn't see anyone. 　　She didn't expect him to have such beautiful eyes! 　　Although his face was covered by a mask, Qin Ranran had the same feeling of being stunned as Bai Muye. 　　"Yes, portrait, but I want to see what you can do first." Qin Ranran regained her composure and looked condescendingly at Bai Muye and said. 　　"How does this ...... look?" 　　Bai Muye looked at the young girl in front of him suspiciously, feeling that the face under the sunglasses, seemed somewhat familiar, but because he couldn't see his eyes, there was no way to determine where he had seen it before. 　　"Don't you have any ready-made pieces?" Qin Ranran asked curiously, already a little disappointed in her heart. 　　There were quite a few street painters who painted portraits of people in the square, but nothing of the kind she wanted. 　　The paintings were not to her liking. 　　There was no soul! 　　Before coming to Bai Muye's place, she had already vetoed several people in a row. 　　If it wasn't for her immortal aura, plus her strong aura, she might have even been taken as someone looking for a fight and smashing the place. 　　It was easy to sneak out to get some air, and the idea of painting a portrait of herself came to her, so she didn't want to settle for anything less. 　　Bai Muye said indifferently, "No need. I can draw it for you now, no good don't pay." 　　"Oh? So confident?" Qin Ranran looked at Bai Muye with some amusement, "Then you draw it, if it doesn't look good, I won't really pay for it!" 　　"I'll see what happens!" 　　Bai Muye was more or less a bit excited, this was the first business in his life! 　　For Bai Muye, painting is something that has long been practiced. 　　Picking up the brush, he barely looked at the young girl sitting in front of him, and drew quickly. 　　He did not ask Qin Ranran to take off her sunglasses, Qin Ranran seems to have forgotten to take off. 　　In fact, at this moment, Qin RanRan's large pair of soulful eyes behind the sunglasses still held a few moments of skepticism. 　　This looks about the same age as himself, even seems to be younger than himself, but in that hard pretend mature guy really will paint? 　　But on the rare occasion of discovering a street painter who didn't look like an artist and armed himself so tightly, Qin Ranran found it quite interesting. 　　It was easy to sneak out once, so let's just relax. 　　A few moments later. 　　Just as Qin Ranran was wondering in her mind whether this guy could paint or not, Bai Muye suddenly put down his brush. 　　"The painting is done, come over and take a look." Bai Muye forgot to suppress his voice, but the voice that spoke was much better than before. 　　Qin Ranran was slightly stunned, a voice that good? Although with a little bit of youthfulness, it sounded much more comfortable than before when he lowered his voice and pretended to be mature! 　　But, is this good enough to paint? 　　A faint huff rose in her heart, it really was a guy who couldn't draw, right? 　　Too perfunctory! 　　How long has it been? 　　Even if she didn't know anything about painting, she knew that there was no way a portrait could be completed in such a short period of time. 　　Hmph! 　　Qin Ranran gave a cold snort in her heart, stood up, and walked towards the drawing board, thinking that if you dare to lie to me, let's see how I'm going to clean you up! 　　I wasn't nicknamed my little poisonous tongue for nothing! 　　Bai Muye looked at Qin Ranran, whose aura suddenly became powerful, and was a bit puzzled, not understanding why she was so angry all of a sudden. 　　"In such a short while, you're done painting? Learning from others who sell on the streets, you also have to be a little ...... eh?" 　　Qin Ranran's entire body froze, her eyes staring blankly at the drawing board. 　　The woman on the drawing board with a domed straw hat and large sunglasses fastened on her face is all immortal and beautiful! 　　This ...... is me? 　　Is it really me? 　　An unspeakable feeling rose in Qin Ranran's heart. 　　She was stunned! 　　A painter who could draw a portrait with the feel of a photograph was actually not much of a master. 　　But any painter with ten or eight years of experience could almost do it. 　　But what about a painter who can paint a portrait that is beyond the person and has a far-reaching meaning? 　　This is easy to say, but in reality, in addition to the kind of reputation for many years, not many can do. 　　Qin Ranran was filled with shock! 　　In many cases, the difference between mediocrity and world-renowned is the unspeakable mood. 　　That is, the difference between having a soul and not having a soul. 　　This kind of painting, was it something that a street vendor teenager could paint? 　　If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Qin Ranran would never have believed it to be true. 　　At this time, a passerby couldn't help but stick his head out to take a look when he saw Qin Ranran's stupefied appearance. 　　At this glance, there was no end to it. 　　"Wow!" 　　"Crap!" 　　"This was just painted? It's too beautiful!" 　　"It's so beautiful!" 　　There were a lot of people coming and going in the plaza, and with one or two people driving them, a circle of people quickly surrounded Bai Muye. 　　Everyone was shocked as they looked at the person on the drawing board whose clothes floated like a fairy. 　　At this time, someone finally seemed to realize something, and cast her eyes towards Qin Ranran. 　　Qin Ranran finally realized that something was wrong, and quickly removed the painting from the board, rolled it into a scroll, and looked at Bai Muye: "No." 　　Bai Muye subconsciously casually reported a string of numbers. 　　Identification numbers, unique and unrepeatable. Almost all social activities could be realized with it. 　　"Turn around and give you money oh!" 　　Qin Ranran quickly input Bai Muye's number into her own portable brain, took the painting and slipped away. 　　If she didn't run, she was going to be mobbed! 　　"She seems to be a star, right?" 　　"She's not that ...... whoever that is?" 　　"Gosh, she's Qin ...... Qin Ranran!" 　　"Yes, yes, yes, it's Qin RanRan!" 　　The group of onlookers looked at the direction that Qin Ran Ran flew away in, their eyes were filled with incredulity. 　　It was unimaginable that a big star who was popular all over the Flying Fairy Star would actually appear on the streets of Hundred Flowers City! 　　But then, people's eyes fell on Bai Muye. 　　Although big stars were rare and one might not come across them once in many years, in the end, they had nothing to do with them. 　　But this person s painting ...... just now they have seen it with their own eyes ah! 　　Beautiful things, many times may not need much skill in appreciation. 　　"How much for one? I want to draw one!" 　　"Master, I'll pay five hundred, draw me one!" 　　"Five hundred inside position, row back, I'll offer one thousand ......" 　　"Are you looking down on the master? What are you shouting about? I'll give you ten thousand, paint me first!" 　　"......" 　　In the evening, Bai Muye dragged his tired body, drove his old car, and drove towards the outside of the city. 　　The people were too frenzied, so frenzied that it was a bit overwhelming with his current twenty points of spiritual energy. 　　Starting from that ten thousand dollar painting, his paintings, the highest was speculated to eighty thousand dollars a piece! 　　I'm afraid no one would believe this. 　　Street painters, even if their paintings were no matter how good they were, would not be able to reach this kind of price. 　　In a city like Hundred Flowers City, there were many rich people. 　　However, for street painters, a painting was usually only a couple hundred, or even cheaper. 　　The reason why it could be speculated at a sky-high price was also attributed to that big star Qin Ranran who took the painting and ran away, and hadn't paid for it until now. 　　Bai Muye had the hindsight to finally think of why that face was familiar when people were talking about it. 　　Because Hundred Flowers City is full of her advertisements, full frame on the outer walls of various skyscrapers and giant ...... banners projected into the void can be seen everywhere. 　　The information of the Flying Immortal Planet had long been extremely developed, and in a moment's time, countless large and small media had already appeared with pictures of Qin Ranran gawking at that painting. 　　"Big star Qin Ranran appeared in Hundred Flowers Square and was stunned by the street painter's superb painting skills!" 　　"The big star appeared on the street, who was the young man who painted her?" 　　"Qin Ranran looked for him to paint her portrait, and his portraits were as high as 80,000 a piece! Who exactly is he?" 　　The heat instantly skyrocketed! 　　In that picture, Qin Ranran was truly beautiful! 　　But that painting is even more beautiful! 　　So Brother Bai, who was worried about how to pay the rent last night, was broadsided all of a sudden. 　　In one afternoon's work, counting the one of Qin Ranran, a total of twelve paintings. 　　It's not that we can't paint more, on the one hand, it's a long time to call for bids, and people don't want to give in to each other, on the other hand, Bai Muye thinks that painting these is already enough! 　　At least half a year without worry! 　　With Big Star Qin not paying, a total of four hundred and thirty thousand dollars was earned! 　　Fifty thousand dollars a month in rent? 　　It's just a drop in the bucket! 　　For the first time in his life, Bai Muye realized the thrill of the boom. 　　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said! 　　Lying in the passenger side of the white Muye can not help but put his legs on the center console, humming a tuneful song. 　　It's very swell.