When the old dog Yuantong of Xuelian Pavilion was attacked suddenly, causing Qin Yuan to be seriously injured, Qin Yun appeared to save the scene in time, which also made Qin Yuan feel the anger emitted from Qin Yun.

The anger mixed with murderous intent made Qin Yuan very clear about how good his sister was.

In the past, as long as Qin Yuan could see Qin Yun, the most asked question was, "Sister, what do you like?"

I will buy it for you when I have money in the future.”

At that time, Qin Yun touched Qin Yuan's head with a smile and said, "Sister has nothing to like. What I like most is that our family is safe and safe and never separate."

Qin Yuan remembered this sentence in his heart.

At this moment, Qin Yuan no longer found his moji. He began to search along the commercial street, and finally stopped in front of a slightly remote stall.

This is a statue stall, and the one sitting in the stall is an old man who looks like he is in his seventies or eighties.

The so-called statue stall is a sculpture depicted by artificial craftsmanship. It is similar to the sugar man, but it is stronger than the sugar man, and it is considered a craft derived from the contemporary world.

"Old sir, how much does it cost to portray a person sculpture?"

Qin Yuan asked with a smile.

The old stall owner raised his head when he heard this and smiled kindly, "Young man, one hundred yuan apiece."

One hundred yuan is very cheap, especially when prices are soaring during the Chinese New Year.

After all, it is not easy to portray every portrayal of such a statue requires very meticulous craftsmanship and patience.

Qin Yuan smiled and pulled out his cell phone, then found a photo of his family, "Old sir, how long does it take for me to portray six people?"

"Twenty minutes."

Just as Qin Yuan was ready to wait several points, the old stall owner's words immediately stunned Qin Yuan.

Twenty minutes?

It is logical to portray a sculpture of a character, it takes at least half an hour, so why does it take only twenty minutes to just six?

"Old sir, you didn't lie to me?"

Qin Yuan was a little unbeliever.

"You try one first."

The old stall owner was still smiling. Qin Yuan saw this and adjusted his photo and placed it in front of the old man.

Seeing this, the old stall owner found a prototype mold from the box beside him, then took out a carving knife, and began a scene that made Qin Yuan's eyes completely widen.

The carving knife seemed to come alive in the old man's hand, and the shavings churned, and even afterimages appeared in the old man's hand and the carving knife!

This made Qin Yuan take a breath. It had nothing to do with his skills. It was mainly because of such a twilight old man who had such a sensitive speed. This was what surprised Qin Yuan.

But Qin Yuan could not detect any unusual fluctuations in the old man, which means that the old man should not be a warrior.

But who is the artist who carved portraits with this ability?

Almost just after a minute, the prototype mold in the old man's hand had a clear outline. Judging from the body shape and movement, it was exactly what Qin Yuan looked like in the photo. Even the shape of the clothes and facial contours were portrayed very clearly.

Putting down the carving knife, the old man opened the box in front of him again, which contained all kinds of pigment pens.

Then Qin Yuan saw the old man quickly depicting the sculpture in his hand with a paint pen as before, and even the action of changing the pen was extremely fast.

"Did you have nothing to say?"
Chapter completed!