Release the Douyin fairyland version, the Holy Land Patriarch broke the defense

After seeing Wu Youqian, a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a large brush on his back walked towards him.

"Brother Wu, long time no see. I didn't expect to see you here today."

"It's Brother Zheng, it's been over 200 years since our last gathering at the Confucian Temple."

"Come on, add Qiuqiu first, so we can keep in touch in the future."

"It's easy to talk about."

As they were talking, the two of them added each other's Qiuqiu as their friend, and many other painters in the field were also adding Qiuqiu at this moment.

"By the way, Brother Zheng, what have you been busy with these days?"

After adding the friend, Wu Youqian looked at Zheng Daqian with curiosity.

"What scholars like us can do is nothing more than study rituals, music, archery, and calligraphy, and occasionally enjoy tea and dance."

Upon hearing this, Wu Youqian was immediately filled with awe.

"Cell phones are very popular in the Immortal Realm these days. I never thought that you, Brother Zheng, could still abide by the ancient etiquette and emulate the sages. This is truly rare."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Daqian opened Douyin, and what followed was energetic singing and dancing.

With a casual swipe, you will see a group of ancient beauties wearing white veils and showing their thighs dancing, accompanied by a DJ version of Spring Courtyard Snow.

"This..." Wu Youqian did not expect that the ritual music he was talking about was the ritual music of ritual collapse.

Another swipe and a game clip of Heping Nuannuan appeared.

Another swipe and there's a video of car racing.

Then there is a video of Tomato Novel recommending a book.

In just a few tens of seconds, the rituals, music, archery and calligraphy were all ready.

Just then, there was a sudden shouting from outside the door.

"Whoever ordered takeout, come out and get it."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Daqian, who was watching Douyin, immediately turned around and walked out of the Immortal King's Mansion. When he came back again, he had a few more takeout bags in his hands.

"Come on, come on, everyone, don't be polite. We finally get together. I'll treat everyone to tea today."

As he said this, he gave a cup of milk tea to every painter present.

While drinking milk tea, he sighed:

"This phone is really great. I can get whatever I want without leaving my house."

Wu Youqian, who was standing next to him, looked at the milk tea in his hand and couldn't help but asked curiously:

"Brother Zheng, this milk tea is not cheap. How many immortal stones will it cost to order so much at once?"

Hearing this, Zheng Daqian smiled slightly.

"It doesn't cost a lot of immortal stones, actually. I've been drinking several cups every day these days."

"Do you have enough immortal stones? Or do you earn them by writing novels on Tomato like those people?"

"No, I can't write novels, but the immortal stones I earn are also related to novels."

"How to say?"

"Brother Wu should know that all novels need covers. So many people in our Immortal Mansion are writing novels, so I thought I could make some spirit stones by drawing covers. Turns out, there are people who buy them. I can earn 5 spirit stones for just drawing a cover. These days, I have so many orders every day that I can't finish them all."

"If Brother Wu is interested, you can work with me and make this thing bigger and stronger."

However, as soon as Zheng Daqian finished speaking, Wu Youqian's expression changed.

"I appreciate Brother Zheng's kindness, but it's better for me not to earn any money from such spirit stones. How can my paintings be sold at such a low price? Only those who appreciate them are worthy of buying them."

Hearing Wu Youqian's words, Zheng Daqian was not angry, but just smiled faintly.

"That's fine. It's a good thing that Brother Wu insists on his own ideas. I'll just look for other people."

After saying that, Zheng Daqian started chatting with other painters nearby, and invited them to work with him to draw novel covers.

Some people chose to join, while others, like Wu Youqian, chose to refuse. After all, literati also have their own character.

At this moment, the figure of Immortal Lord Wenqu slowly walked out of the Immortal Lord's Mansion, accompanied by Immortal Lord Yaoyue, who was dressed in white clothes as white as snow.