In his mind, the scene of Feng Bei sitting in front of a campfire in the heavy snow, boredly stuffing firewood into the fire.

Zheng Xiu smiled slightly, dipped some ink, moistened the dry nib, and dropped it gently.

Done in one go.

Zheng Xiu picked up the scroll and took a look, and he was a little surprised. On the rice paper, he saw a four-headed cartoon Feng Bei, pouting like a frustrated little daughter-in-law, sitting on the snow. The image appeared vividly on the paper, vivid and lifelike.

In an instant.

[You think about it day and night, and your masterful hand puts down the pen into a painting, and there is poetry in the painting.]

【You have an epiphany in the painting and understand the art of painting.】

[The painting skills of Danqing are improved, reaching a state of small attainment. 】

Plop!

Zheng Xiu's vision went dark, and he felt himself falling in the dark lake water.

The familiar feeling made Zheng Xiu inexplicably happy.

Zheng Xiu's feet landed on the "ground" and he saw a strange road made entirely of pen and ink, extending straight forward.

At the end of the road, a closed door can be seen vaguely.

The color of the door is slightly different from that of the [Prisoner] doorway. Behind the door, you can vaguely see green water, green mountains, white clouds and pines.

Two large twisted characters rushed towards Zheng Xiu's face.

——[Painter]!

Zheng Xiu sprinted towards the door.

Halfway through the rush, his body floated up, and when he opened his eyes, he was back in prison.

Zheng Xiu was astonished when he looked at the little Fengbei figure in the painting. The pouting look on his face made Zheng Xiu wish he could kiss him.

Treasure Queen, Treasure Queen!

"It's done! My macho painter is finally done!"

Looking at the Heavenly Prison, the arrogant laughter of the macho painter could be heard.
Chapter completed!