White clouds, flying birds...

Green bamboo and tree plants are all vividly displayed on the paper.

It was clearly only black and white, but everyone seemed to have seen a paradise-like fairyland.

The fairy spirit is not drawn, but the artistic conception reflected in the painting.

But in just over a dozen minutes.

Everyone seemed to have walked through the fairyland, reluctant to leave and unwilling to come out.

Immediately afterwards, the girl on the stage changed into a thinner wolf-haired pen.

One-handedly cursive, chic, and crazy.

Free and easy...

That crazy cursive hand was clearly not written by a woman.

And it's like the hand of a certain calligraphy master.

Until the last stroke fell heavily.

A map of mountains and rivers is perfectly exposed to everyone's eyes.

Mrs. Jin stood up without thinking.

"Miss Gu Qiao, I wonder if I can buy this painting for me?"

No one came to his senses after Mrs. Jin's words.

However, it has to be admitted.

This painting, with a few years or even years of skill, is really impossible to complete such a masterpiece in such a short time.
Chapter completed!