Painter

Chapter 246 95: Heavy Rain
When Li Chan heard the words "Yishen Determines Quality", she turned her head away and asked curiously, "You also know about Yishen Determines Quality?"

Seeing Li Chan's calm appearance, Jiang Ru felt a little bit surprised by comparison, so he suppressed his surprise and said deliberately: "This is so strange, both Xu Gong and Jin Wuwei have seen them use it. Pass."

Only then did Li Chan know that this method of moving the mind and determining the quality is not unique to him alone.There are so many masters in the world, even Jiang Wuhuo has seen two of them, and besides that, there are so many hidden masters.He said with emotion: "I had a face-to-face meeting with General Jin Wu a few days ago, but I haven't had a close relationship with him. It seems that we need to discuss more in the future." After a pause, he continued to write, "Since there is no Huang Dan, let me draw this dragon belly. "

Jiang Ru nodded, said "Okay", and continued to observe Li Chan's painting, trying to see some ways of this wonderful method of moving the mind and quality.

But after looking at it for a while, she couldn't help but said again: "You said earlier that the name of the respected teacher is Pea. I asked several elders, but I have never heard of this person."

Li Chan paused when she picked up the pen, thinking of Mr. Bi, she couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.Mr. Bi has been away for several months, and he has been to Shenzhasi several times, thinking about what news he can find out, but so far he has found nothing.

"Family teacher." He sighed, "He is a man with extraordinary means."

The pen continues to fall, and pieces of orange are swimming out.

Sighing and going away with the wind, a flock of blackbirds stopped on the ridge of Longyoutang’s hall to watch the two people painting under the wall curiously, but they couldn’t bear the humidity in the wind, chirping and flew westward, disappearing in the Berlin of Yushitai inside.

In the clouds, the water vapor condenses into a few drops of drizzle, before it hits the ground, it evaporates in the scorching heat wave.

……

Jiang Ru watched Li Chan's painting for a while, and felt that he saw something famous, so he started to paint too.

She paints the body of the dragon with chalk, and draws the scales with a bamboo awl pen.

After Li Chan finished drawing the dragon's belly, she asked Jiang Ruo to modify the dragon's head, tail and claws.

The white dragon on the wall gradually came to life.

I don't know when the strong wind blew up, and there was a little bit of cold rain mixed in the wind. When the summer heat was exhausted, waves like fine snow blew up in the soup pool, and even the silver carved lacquered boats on the water swayed.

The officer who will be the prison hastily brought a wooden pole and a cotton cloth brushed with cooked tung oil.

Liu Ang was worried, and hurriedly ordered several supervisors in the right school office to be busy, building a shed, and tying hemp rope.

However, the wind became stronger and stronger, and with a splash, one tarpaulin was blown away, and even the wooden pole was pulled up high.

Amidst the exclamation, Liu Ang's heart skipped a beat, but he saw a figure fly by as if startled.

Li Chan landed on the ground, firmly grasped the wooden pole with her left hand, and inserted it back to the ground with a sound of "Du".

He was still holding the ink cup that he hadn't put down in time in his right hand. Although the ink in it was swaying, it didn't spill a single drop.

Liu Ang exclaimed: "Good skill, Li Xueshi is so handsome!"

Li Chan let go of the wooden pole, took off the pen in his mouth, frowned and looked at the hunting tarpaulin, "Liu Shaojian, this weather..."

Liu Ang's expression froze, his brows were tightly frowned, "According to Si Tianjian's calendar, today should be a sunny day with no clouds in the sky, but right now, it's..." He sighed heavily, but within the moment of sighing, he couldn't help it. It was a gust of wind, accompanied by exclamations, and all the tarpaulins on the simple canopy were blown away.

"It's raining!"

"Liu Shaojian, it's raining!"

In the blink of an eye, the pouring rain fell, and the rain curtain covered the plants and buildings of Longyoutang, leaving only the white dragon on the wall and the overwhelming noise.

Liu Ang let out a strange scream, as if Hun'er had been squeezed out of his throat.But just lost his mind for a moment, he pulled up the rain cloth on the ground without saying a word, stumbled towards the mural, stood on tiptoe, and tried to cover the mural under the tarpaulin.

The mural is not yet dry, and the rain is so violent, Liu Ang's actions may not be of any help, but even the chief of the department rushed up, and the rest of them have the nerve to take shelter from the rain, braving the pouring rain, and pulling up tarpaulins rushed over.

Although the scene was chaotic, it was considered orderly, everyone in the general prison shouted and covered the mural tightly.

However, the raindrops accumulated on the tile eaves flowed down like water, seeping unstoppably through the edge of the frail raincloth. Liu Ang looked down and saw that the rain had washed away the murals and turned black. Presumably the murals behind the oilcloth had already disappeared It was washed out of shape.His hands trembled, and he couldn't help but let go of the corner of the tarpaulin, but he was taken aback.

What was washed away by the rain was actually only the charcoal marks that had drawn the outline before, but the white dragon on the wall was unscathed.

Liu Ang was so dumbfounded that he didn't even notice that the oilcloth slipped from his hand.

The person next to him anxiously called Liu Shaojian, and was also stunned when he saw the mural on the wall.

Pieces of oilcloth slipped off, revealing the whole body of the white dragon on the wall again.

Liu Ang was blinded by the rain, and tried to wipe it away. When he came back to his senses, he found that Jiang Ru was still painting, and quickly shouted: "Jiang Xueshi! Jiang Xueshi, stop painting!"

Jiang Ru still didn't respond, Liu Ang wanted to go there impatiently, but stopped in his tracks and shouted, "Umbrella! Where's the umbrella!"

"Liu Shaojian, umbrella!" The supervisor covered Liu Ang's head with an oilcloth umbrella, and Liu Ang snatched the umbrella before it could be held firmly.

"Li Xueshi! Where is Li Xueshi?" Liu Ang shouted a few words, but he didn't see Li Chan when he looked around. He hurriedly stepped on the shallow depression on the ground and covered Jiang Ru's head with his umbrella.

Jiang Ru was drenched in the rain, and was reaching out to draw the dragon's horn, but was blocked by the edge of the umbrella, frowned, and raised his hand to push away.

The umbrella tilted up, and then it was blown up by the wind. Liu Ang let out an "ah", and the oilcloth umbrella flew out of his hand and was blown over the wall.

He was helpless when a voice came from the side: "I'll come."

Li Chan's upper body wasn't wet with any rain, and she held an umbrella in her hand to cover Jiang Ru's head.

He said to Liu Ang: "Liu Shaojian, take someone to shelter from the rain."

Liu Ang thought to himself that it was Li Xueshi, the scene was a mess, but he didn't panic.

The white dragon on the wall was unharmed, and it must have been the two Qianyuan bachelors who had used their supernatural powers. Liu Ang breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and said seriously, "Then I'll leave it to Bachelor Li."

Everyone in the general prison retreated to the eaves of Yuri Hall.

After Jiang Ru painted the last stroke of the dragon horn, he took a closer look, and then heaved a sigh of relief. He said "thank you" to Li Chan, and then looked down at the rain outside the umbrella, "This rain is really not at the right time. If I had known that there would be Yu, prepare a Mozhanyi method, so you won’t be in such a mess.”

Li Chan looked at the white dragon on the wall, the rain didn't seem like an accident.

After Jiang Ru finished drawing the dragon's horns, the rain obviously became heavier.

He shook his head and said, "It's hard to resist such a heavy rain, so it's better to hide first."

……

"Li Xueshi, Jiang Xueshi, hurry up, come and escape."

Liu Ang welcomed the second bachelor under the eaves of the Bathing Palace, took Li Chan's oilcloth umbrella, and handed it to the supervisor beside him.

Li Chan's boots clattered on the stone bricks, leaving large water stains. He looked down and saw that the lower half of his clothes were soaked.

Jiang Ru looked at Li Chan and wondered, "Why didn't I see that you have such a big mole on your chin?"

Li Chan was puzzled, touched her chin subconsciously, looked down, and saw a large ink mark on her hand.Only then did I know that the ink on the pen had probably stained my chin when I grabbed the wooden pole just now.

It was fine if Li Chan didn't touch it, but when he touched it, his chin was completely black.

Jiang Ru couldn't help laughing, "I've only seen Vajra's chin in the temple is black. Could it be possible that your chin was also smoked?"

Li Chan took out a handkerchief and wiped her chin, "The chin is black, but it won't be drenched."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ru shook her body, like a lion shaking its fur, and her temple hair and wet clothes that were close to her cheeks were mostly dry and fluffy again.

The water droplets shot away like a scorpion made Li Chan startled, and stepped back half a step, but was still splashed all over.

"what are you doing?"

"A moment of negligence, a moment of negligence."

Jiang Ru smiled smugly.

Li Chan was speechless. At this time, Liu Ang coughed dryly, "You two bachelors, today's weather is not beautiful, this mural should not be able to be painted anymore. The two bachelors were invited by the general to be the prisoner, so they got into such a mess... "

"You don't have to blame yourself, Shaojian Liu. I came here to reproduce the white dragon in my dream." Jiang Ru interrupted Liu Ang, "The only thing missing is a pair of dragon eyes, and this painting will be finished."

Liu Ang was stunned for a moment, the White Dragon Girl didn't want to leave, did she want to light those pair of dragon eyes again in the rain?He tentatively looked at Li Chan again, wanting to see the bachelor's reaction.

But I saw Li Chan looking thoughtfully at the wind and rain outside the eaves.

His gaze pierced through the rain curtain, and on the north wall of Longyou Tang, the white dragon's posture was pretentious, as if it was about to ride the wind and rain and fly away.

There are often demon spirits in the world who use things to transform into forms. Is it true that there is indeed a white dragon in this Longyou soup, as the legend in the market?
(End of this chapter)