After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Careful viewers have discovered that from the beginning to now, comparing the context of this book, Xiaopujie has made some small progress.

This is the first time I write a fantasy novel, and the beginning is so ordinary. Thanks to everyone's love.

Thanks to all the resources for Xiaopujie's growth. To all the viewers who have read this far, I'm so grateful 030.

The gray Ying family compound.

"Where are Bing'er and Xiao Mo?"

Ying's mother glanced around but did not see her daughter and the boy from the Li family.

She was a little worried for a moment, after all, little Li Mo had the glorious feat of teaching a little girl to pee while standing...

"There it is."

Ying Xuliang had just returned from the study and was nodding towards a tree in the corner of the courtyard.

There was a small table that the servants had just brought out, and on the table were writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, which were what little Li Mo had asked him for just now.

At this time, Xiao Li Mo spread out the drawing paper, letting the sunlight shine on it, with a serious look on his face like a master painter.

Little Yingbing sat next to him, grinding ink with her small hands, and adding fragrance to her red sleeves.

"Bing'er is interested in Danqing?"

"I'll learn to paint when I have time."

Ying Xuliang looked at the two little guys, feeling a little jealous, then he burst out laughing.

It is true that his daughter has never ground ink for him, but what's the big deal about him being jealous of a little girl?

"Mo is ready."

Little Bingtuozi had a blank expression on his face, and glanced coldly at Little Li Mo out of the corner of his eye.

How good can the brushstrokes of a child of her age be?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yingbing's interest suddenly became less high.

"Don't worry, I won't let you call me brother in vain."

Little Li Mo smiled, grabbed the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the blank paper. At first, he was a little uncomfortable with painting because his hands had become smaller.

But as he continued to paint, he gradually got into the groove, with his brush moving like a dragon and creating flowers with extraordinary skill.

Little Bingtuozi's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"This is the main street of Qinghe County."

"During the Chinese New Year, there will be lion dances, people selling sugar figurines, and people setting off firecrackers on the streets..."

Li Mo talked as he drew.

As he introduced the scene, a lively New Year scene came to life.

It's a pity that he can't use his soul now, otherwise he could learn from Senior Brother Ouyang's method to make the painting move and feel more immersive.

But even so, for little Yingbing, who had never seen the outside world, it was already a fascinating new world.

"How about it?"

Little Li Mo raised his eyebrows like a silkworm.

“So lively…”

Ying Bing's face was a little stunned, and then she withdrew her gaze. Her little face was quiet and she spoke softly:

"It's okay."

"Is it... okay...?"

The little painter Li opened his eyes slightly and began to doubt his painting skills. Although his painting was not a divine painting, as a detailed painting, his level was already very good.

After all, I spent so much time gaining insights into martial arts.

But not only did Little Bingtuozi not applaud and say "Brother is so awesome", but he actually just felt that it was unsatisfactory?

"Wait, I was just warming up!"

The little painter Li picked up his brush again, unwilling to believe it.

"Hey, this is the Qingyuan Sect. Do you know the Qingyuan Sect? It's the largest sect in Ziyang Prefecture, and the teachers there are very interesting."

"This is Elder Xue. He's a genius alchemist. He once went to the toilet with a lantern to look for elixirs..."

"This is Elder Qian. Don't talk when you're eating with him. I suspect he has two mouths. He can eat and talk at the same time and even eat the whole table of food..."

The landscapes and characters come alive on the paper.

There was frost and snow in Xiao Yingbing's eyes, making her look a little hazy.

"Well, not bad...right."

"?"

Little Li Mo noticed something was wrong. The little ice ball was clearly pursing his lips, with a sparkling glint in his eyes, but the comments that came out of his little mouth were all "okay", "not bad", and so on.

He suspected that Xiao Bingtuozi did it on purpose!

I deliberately said that his paintings were average, so that he would paint more paintings as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

It turns out she didn't suddenly become a bad ice cube, but she was a bad ice cube when she was a cub...

"Forget it. Since it would be embarrassing to draw it, let it go."