Taoist chanting

Chapter 258 Because of the painting, the mood has improved
When they met for the first time in Xihezhou Town, they left a bad impression. Even though Xinyue had helped her in Huanye Wasteland and Xinyue had defected to Da'an Dynasty, Yun Qiuhe still didn't like Xinyue.

"I'll see who is free, and grab an apprentice to sit down."

Yun Qiuhe didn't want to talk nonsense like hypocritical congratulations to the fox demon about his housewarming, so he left without saying a word.

She guessed that the fox demon should have a territory nearby and had already settled down. Seeing the woman in the black dress getting close to the two fox demons, she didn't understand the relationship between them. She was not very curious and didn't bother to ask.

Xin Xing greeted Zhang Guanzhu with a salute, her eyes were sharp, and she saw the charcoal drawing of a skull on the desk.

"Wow, what's that?"

The little fox demon shouted in surprise, "It's a painted skull, so scary!"

When I ran closer, I saw a stack of charcoal drawings, and there were many pictures showing half of Mian Guo and Zong Guo under it. They were so real that she couldn't believe it. Without flipping it around with his hands, he turned his head and asked excitedly, "Guanzhu Zhang, did you draw these?"

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and shook his head: "No, it was drawn by fellow Daoist Yun just now."

A spark of admiration appeared in the eyes of the little fox demon, and he said, "She's amazing! The painting is really good!"

Xin Yue smiled and praised: "Your Daoist Yun is beautiful, intelligent, and ingenious!"

In fact, she is not very interested in these arty things that can't be eaten. She is currently focused on inheriting her ancestors' skills and magic arts, improving her cultivation level, recreating the glory of her ancestors, and regaining the lost ancestral land!
Those who think too much will feel tired, and those who are heavy-hearted will suffer.

Zhang Wenfeng greeted the three of them to sit down, and he boiled water to rinse the tea set.

The little fox demon couldn't come over, she tilted her head and leaned closer to admire the pile of paintings, not looking at the skulls on it.

When the water boiled and the tea was brewed, Yun Qiuhe pulled in Shui Qingru, a little girl who was helping the kitchen in the dining hall today.

Seeing so many adults watching, the little girl felt a little shy, and called out weakly: "My Lord!" Yun Qiuhe pushed her to the chair by the window and sat down, three-quarters of the time she was naked.

The little fox demon blinked her eyes wide, and saw Yun Qiuhe take out a wooden box from her cuff, opened it, which contained black charcoal of various sizes, large and small, long and short, and took out two pieces of cut rice paper from the oil paper bag on the desk, She asked excitedly: "Sister Yun, do you want to paint her portrait?"

Yun Qiuhe moved the easel and drawing board from the corner, nailed the drawing paper, and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm learning how to draw."

Zhang Wenfeng said to the two women sitting: "Drink tea, I'll make a demonstration painting for Fellow Daoist Yun, it's not easy for her to go back and forth." Walking to the window, he looked at the face of the little girl who was sitting upright and didn't dare to move .

Find a slightly side angle, sit down, take the soft charcoal stick from Yun Qiuhe, position on the drawing paper, first draw the top line of the head, then the jaw line, and then the left ear line, and explain in a low voice how to draw the figure Pay attention to the three courts and five eyes, the difference between children and adults, the relationship between light and shadow and the structure of the skull, and so on.

Yun Qiuhe had a solid foundation in painting, she understood, and nodded thoughtfully from time to time.

The little fox demon was like listening to a book from heaven, dazedly watching the prototype of a portrait appear on the paper.

"Shui Qingru, don't be too nervous, you can just stare at one place, silently thinking about how you practice swords, yes, from now on, you need to practice with both your left hand and right hand, and use your imagination to practice, um, this is very easy. Well, it’s better to look natural and smile.”

To appease the little girl who was so nervous that she was about to sweat.

Quickly grabbing the little girl with a smiling expression, Zhang Wenfeng stopped talking and concentrated on portraying.

With the deepening of the portrait, he gradually immersed in a subtle state of mind.

With the help of a god, the portraits on the paper appear slowly, seeming to have a special charm.

One stroke at a time, giving people a pleasing feeling.

Yue Anyan and the second senior brother walked into the tea house, and saw that in the quiet room, the owner was focused on painting, and surrounded by a group of women, big and small, surrounded by flowers, which was too beautiful to behold.

After Zhang Wenfeng put down the few charcoal sticks left, he suddenly regained his senses. He meditated for a while, and the familiar feeling of "delicacy" emerged, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

This immersion in painting had inadvertently elevated his state of mind a step further and deepened his understanding of the Gradient Realm.

Meticulous, open branches and scattered leaves.

He believed that he should be able to use a talisman pen to draw complex "spiritual connection runes" on the mahogany flying sword.

Originally, painting and talisman-making have something in common, and can be compared by analogy.

"Shui Qingru, get up, thank you for your hard work."

"No...not hard work."

Shui Qingru listened to the adult who was looking at the painting behind the spectator, admiring in a low voice, she stood up and circled curiously, sneaked behind the crowd, stood beside Daoist Yue and took a look on tiptoe.

Immediately, I was stunned by the hazy and beautiful portrait on the drawing paper.

Is she so beautiful?In her impression, she is a black girl.

Zhang Wenfeng went to the corner to scoop up water to wash his hands, his mind was still in the feeling of painting just now, and his painting skills improved a step further.

Mo Ye came over and said with a smile, "Congratulations!"

The Daoism of those with great luck is extraordinary after all, and you can make a breakthrough in just drawing a portrait.

She decided to follow for some more time, anyway, time has no concept for her.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, only Mo Ye could see these people.

"My Lord... Can you give me this painting?"

Shui Qingru ran over, pinching the hem of her clothes, summoned up her courage and whispered, the temple master once told her that when it's time to fight, she must take the initiative to fight for it, and don't wait for God to show mercy.

Yun Qiuhe shouted: "Shui Qingru, this painting is a demonstration for me by the temple master, I will draw another one for you next time."

She is a person who knows the goods, and she can tell that this painting is the most charming one Zhang Guanzhu has painted so far.

Painting also requires energy and inspiration, and it is not always possible to draw perfectly.

Yue Anyan said with a smile: "Master Yun, what are you arguing with Xiaoya? This painting is as clear as water, so of course I should keep it for her. If you want, I will draw an identical one for you tomorrow, Xiaoya." Ya would definitely like to sit for an extra hour, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, I can sit for two hours. I like this painting."

If Shui Qing had Daoist Yue to support her, she immediately became bolder.

"Yue Anyan, you don't understand, there is a difference between what you draw tomorrow and what you draw today." Yun Qiuhe was anxious.

Zhang Wenfeng rubbed the position of his left temple and walked out the door. He was in a very good mood to fight with the girls, big and small. He was in a very good mood. When the night was quiet tonight, he could try to draw the runes on the peach wood flying sword.

The little fox girl slipped out and followed, with a flattering smile on her delicate face, she said, "Guan Zhang, can you teach me how to draw? I have loved drawing since I was a child. I didn't have the time and no master to teach me. I can I worship you as my teacher."

When she was looking at the paintings earlier, the sound transmission asked Yun Qiuhe, the paintings on the desk were indeed drawn by Yun Qiuhe, but they were all drawn by Zhang Guanzhu's careful guidance bit by bit, and the little fox girl was tempted.

Both Mo Ye and Xin Yue came out.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look at the beautiful little fox girl, and then looked at Mo Ye behind him.

In fact, Xin Yue didn't agree with her younger sister learning to paint and delay her practice time, so she also looked at Mo Ye.

"Don't look at me, I don't know how to draw."

Mo Ye made a rare cold joke, saying: "Xin Xing wants to learn painting, and Zhang Guanzhu agrees to do it."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, "You don't need to be a teacher, just come and paint if you like." Mo Ye agreed, and he didn't care, but he didn't want to give up the title of master and apprentice, which involved deep-seated fate.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The little fox girl was about to go crazy with joy, and slipped back to the tea house in a flash.

Xinyue smiled and shook her head, she would not object to any decision of the mysterious Mr. Mo.

Since the younger sister is not working properly, she, as the older sister, can only work harder to support the great cause of the Three-Tailed Demon Fox Club.

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(End of this chapter)