Painter

Chapter 166 Fifteen: Good Ink

Li Chan was surprised for a while, then looked at the scroll on the table. During the more than 6000-mile journey, he painted demons and ghosts all the way, and he also gained some new insights on the road.But it is still limited to moving the mind and determining the quality, and has not entered the realm of hanging on the wall and flying by itself.

He asked, "How to draw?"

"I will help you." After a short pause, Mr. Bi wrote in the air again: "Do you still remember how I drew Yin over evil that night on Luming Mountain?"

Li Chan thought about it for a while, and the rainy night on Luming Mountain came to mind.At that time, Mr. Lu used blood as ink and asked Mr. Bi to paint.Every time Mr. Bi draws, Mr. Lu loses more and more.He nodded "hmm".

Bi Jundao: "Although the surname Lu doesn't know how to draw the Tao, I can draw his obsession by using his Taoism and spiritual thoughts. Although you have not yet entered the realm of hanging on the wall, you have already cultivated the Tao. Working with you, I may be able to paint a human body for me. If I can paint it, you can also understand it."

Li Chan said with a smile: "What kind of appearance does Mr. Bi want to turn into? Is it male or female, beautiful or ugly?"

Mr. Bi ignored Li Chan's teasing, and wrote: "Let's take a bath and meditate, just write."

Li Chan nodded in agreement, packed her luggage, and cleared the table.

When the shop assistant brought hot water, he wiped off the dust on his body.As soon as the frosty westerly wind blows, I immediately feel refreshed. After closing the doors and windows, I spread out a jade tablet on the table.

He grabbed the pen near the paper, and the pen moved slightly.Although people grasp the pen, it seems that the pen drives people.

Li Chan closed his eyes, the sky and the earth were like machines, with silkworm threads intertwined in a mess, and the air drawn by the pen tip led him to one end.

Li Chan followed this line of energy to search for the depths, shuttling between the looms.He heard the breathing of the neighbor next door, and the rubbing of clothes when he sat up.He heard the busy footsteps of the shop assistants downstairs in the Didian, and the sound of boiling water in the fire room.I heard the sound of cars and horses outside the window, the sound of pedestrians talking, and the sound of vendors selling.

Among these intertwined silkworm threads, he singled out a thread.The wrist moves, the tip of the pen outlines, and weaves the silkworm thread into a figure.

Li Chan, who has crossed half of the Dayong Kingdom and is rarely tired after walking through many pairs of hemp rattan shoes, gradually showed a strenuous expression.That figure became more and more clear in his mind.

It was a man, dressed in purple and green ribbon, with broad sleeves, sitting in a wild posture, under the black crown, his face was blurred, only the outline of his eyebrows was beginning to be formed.

Looking into the eyes of this man, Li Chan's heart was touched.I have been with Mr. Bi for more than ten years. Seeing this appearance at this time, I seem to know Mr. Bi again.

But at this moment, his heart was touched, like a stone falling into the water, smashing the figure on the water to pieces.

Li Chan thought something was wrong.

He tried to grab the end of the thread that was withdrawn quickly again, but this move was like sticking his hand into the machine stick, not only failed to keep the silk thread, but was strangled by other irrelevant silk thread.

Li Chan's breath stagnated, her face turned pale, and a figure had been drawn on the paper.Wearing purple clothes and green ribbons, wearing a black crown, his face was blank.

When he stopped painting at this time, he realized that he had exhausted his energy.

Exhaustion of mental strength was also the reason why the mind was shaken just now.After adjusting the breath for a long time, Li Chan's face turned red, she put down her pen, and let out a sigh of relief.

"It seems that my realm is not enough."

Mr. Bi wrote: "Being able to draw to this point has already made a lot of progress."

Li Chan sat down and said with regret: "It's a pity that I didn't let you manifest a human body. I don't know how long it will take until I go further in my practice."

Bi Jundao: "You don't have to wait until then. Although your realm is not enough, you can borrow strength from external things."

Li Chan said: "How do you say that?"

Mr. Bi said: "I was able to draw yin over evil that night. It's not my fault, but the amazing supernatural power of that surnamed Lu. Now your supernatural power is not enough, just like the remaining ink is not enough. If you can find a good ink, you may be able to have a good ink." made up for."

There are four demons in the study room, the pen master is named Pei'a, the inkstone god is named Cuifei, the paper god is Shangqing, and the ink girl is named Huidi.Li Chan smiled, "Does Mr. Bi want me to find Mo Nu?"

Bi Jundao: "Although there are Mo girls in this world, they are not easy to find."

Li Chan thought that the painters of Xuandu Old Brush Club also gave him some good ink, even if the most precious medicinal materials and spices were added to those ink sticks, they were still ordinary ink after all.He asked: "Besides Mo girl, is there any good ink that can also have supernatural powers?"

Bi Jundao: "In Yujing City, there is a famous ink maker named Pan Minggu, who is called 'Ink Immortal'. The piece of '狻猊' painted as the "Five Saints and Thousand Palaces" in Xiyi Mountain is known as the Sage of Ink. This product was made by Pan Gu. When you come to Yujing, you can pay more attention to this person."

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Li Chan felt very sorry that he failed to paint a personal life for Mr. Bi.After resting in the room for a while, at dusk, he went downstairs to call the shop assistant, gave him five coins, and inquired about Immortal Mo's news.

The store clerk was born under Emperor Que, and he didn't think much of the five moneymakers, but he was happy to show his knowledge in front of outsiders, and pulled Li Chan to explain the deeds of Immortal Mo from inside to outside, in every detail. I talked a lot.It is said that Immortal Mo's residence is unknown, but he occasionally shows up in various schools and literary clubs.I once gave a famous ink to a certain literati, made a certain masterpiece, and contributed to a certain story.

After talking about Immortal Mo, the store clerk still refused to give up, and talked about other strange people.After talking for a full quarter of an hour, he reluctantly left after being urged by the kitchen helper.When he left, he also told Li Chan that he could ask him about any affairs in the capital, as if he knew everything.

As soon as he was delayed by the shop assistant, it was already night outside the shop.Li Chan went out to eat a bowl of mutton soup, and saw a half-person-high stone pillar erected every twenty steps along Zhuque Street.The mantra of Wang Mang's family is engraved on the pillar. Even though there is a cold wind blowing at this time, the fire light in the stone lamp is only flickering slightly.

Although Li Chan wanted to visit the Yujing night market, he spent a lot of time painting in the afternoon. After drinking the mutton soup, he went back to sleep.

Early the next morning, Li Chan regained her spirits and left the mansion shop with the badge of the Gyeonggi Tourist Envoy.

Walking north along Zhuque Street, along the way, besides Dayong people, there are also many people from the Western Regions, and Kunlun slaves with skin as black as coal.Even in a disaster year, the men and women on the street are not worried.

Li Chan went to Lanlingfang, passed through the Zhuangyuan archway, and boarded the flying tower in the east of the square.

Above the flying tower, the cloud bridge, pavilions and verandahs are closely connected.Between the bridges, flower girls carry bamboo baskets on their arms, selling camellia and hibiscus to passers-by.Suddenly there was a rush of copper bells, accompanied by the sound of horseshoes, and the postman in black and red sleeves rode across the Yunqiao.There are colorful bird feathers under the horse's ribs, and it is as fast as flying lightning.The flower girl was frightened and fell down, and the bamboo basket flew up.

Under the cloud bridge, pedestrians raised their heads and cheered endlessly when they saw the rain of flowers all over the sky.

The flower girl sighed, but the man in brocade clothes who couldn't buy the flowers generously gave a piece of silver, and left with the compliments of his female companion, everyone was happy for a while.

After watching Luohua, Li Chan walked across the Yunqiao.He walked through the high corridors of the flying building, only to see the eaves and pillars covering each other, and the windows of the building looming.On this side, a corner of the dancing sleeve was exposed, and after turning a corner, there was a faint sound of reading in front.

When Li Chan watched the magnificent scenery of Yujing, he couldn't help thinking that when people in Xuandu mentioned Yujing, they always talked about the background, but never mentioned the word "weather".

Looking at it today, it turns out that Dayong Kingdom is very beautiful, and seven points are in Yujing City.

(End of this chapter)