Painter

Chapter 248 97: The Rain Stops
The wind and rain ruthlessly destroyed the oilcloth umbrella.

The wind and rain did not treat Jiang Ru tenderly. The wind made her white shirt rattle and her blue hair danced wildly, but her eyes were firm, like a lord controlling evil ministers, and like a goddess who threw wind and electricity in the clouds.

Li Chan originally wanted to move an umbrella to shelter Jiang Ru from the wind, but quickly abandoned this plan.The people in Yujing called Jiang Ru the White Dragon Girl because of the white dragon flag of the Jiang family. He saw Jiang Ru's appearance at this time, and knew that the nickname was worthy of the name.

Jiang Ru stared at the white dragon on the wall, as if seeing the ice-like eyes of the dragon looking down again.

The tip of her pen is filled with chalk with a little azurite added, and the color is already ninety percent similar to the color in her dream, but the difference is a thousand miles away.

Every time she handed out the pen, she felt that the dragon chant in her chest became clearer, and she also felt that if she insisted on pointing out this pair of dragon eyes, all previous efforts would be wasted.

She held the pen harder and harder, until the barrel of the pen was pinched with a dent, but she let go, took a deep breath, and said to Li Chan, "You do it."

The wind and rain did not abate in the slightest.

Li Chan and Jiang Ruo looked at each other, and saw the silver light looming in her eyes.

He took the pen and looked at the white dragon on the wall, the silver glow in his heart still hasn't disappeared.

Without pausing at all, he raised his pen and pointed at the eyes of the dragon, and the bricks and stones of Longyou soup under his feet turned into roaring rivers.

The flood destroyed the terraced fields, villages, and the female wall on the city.Soldiers roared, people cried.

Li Chan's flesh and blood seemed to flow out with the paintbrush in his hand.

The white dragon is about to fly away from the wall, and Li Chan has a premonition, is this the state of hanging on the wall and flying from the wall that Mr. Bi said?No, it's just that the dragon soul in Longyou Tang borrowed material to transform into form, and it's not really something created out of nothing.

But isn't this an opportunity to break through the way of painting?

His chest was empty, but the intent of finishing his eyes became more and more violent. In a trance, he saw a dragon shadow.

In an instant, he saw the peach blossoms in Fentian, hundreds of millions of fallen flowers, each piece was a silhouette of his past, he saw the countries of the Western Regions, he saw Longwu Pass, he saw Xuandu and Yujing City.

One of the peach petals is Luming Mountain. Lu Zijing held his hand to form a cup, and blood flowed out along with the sword marks in his palm.

Mr. Bi dipped in his blood and sketched a human figure under the moon, and Lu Zijing gradually became disfigured.

Even Tuo Bijun, the patriarch of Qingque Palace, who was the master of the ninth sword solution, had to pay such a price. Li Chan thought, if he painted a dragon body now, would he be able to afford it?

The tip of the pen has already touched the wall, stained with a little silver.

The water passes through the city, the rain cries and the wind howls!
The white dragon shuttles back and forth in the clouds, and the ninety-nine and 81 silver scales on its ridge appear and disappear from time to time.

There were bursts of violent thunder, mixed with angry dragon roars:

"Thieves! An dare to covet our family's treasure!"

……

A blue oilcloth umbrella entered Longyou Tang, and the person holding the umbrella walked extremely slowly, as if he was dying, and one could not help but worry that he would be blown away in the next moment.

The fierce wind and rain touched the thin oilcloth umbrella, but the ribs did not shake, and even the edge of the oilcloth did not curl up.

His Highness Yuri, everyone stared eagerly at the two bachelors who were dotting the dragon eyes from a distance. When Jiang Ru was writing under the wall, everyone was already holding their breath, but Bai Longnu did not write.When the pen reached Li Chan's hand, she tapped extremely slowly.A supervisor said anxiously: "Li Xueshi, hey! Why is Li Xueshi still not finishing his eyes!"

The commander-in-chief of the school office scolded: "You know what, no matter calligraphy or painting, the finishing touch is especially important. It's always right to think twice, why don't you paint instead?" Yu Guang suddenly saw a figure and turned his head After seeing it, he asked in surprise, "Yuan Jianzheng?"

The sound of Yuan Jianzheng made everyone turn their heads.

Liu Ang was stunned for a moment, and hurried to greet him, "Why is Yuan Jianzheng here? It's raining so hard, why didn't he bring an umbrella..."

"You don't have to worry about me." Yuan Shuo smiled, his eyes were a little anxious, he kept walking, holding an umbrella in one hand, and walking towards the north wall of Longyou Tang with an umbrella in one hand and a robe in the other.

Liu Ang hurriedly followed, hesitated for a moment, then stopped in his tracks. It was inconvenient for him to join in the fun with the matter of the high school banquet and the two bachelors.

……

Li Chan's full attention is devoted to the painting, and she can no longer perceive the five senses, as if her physical body has perished.

But even if you throw away your physical body and fly away on a dragon, why not?He was in a trance, but nostalgia was born in his heart.

Next to the ears, the monsters called Alang again, and Shaolang, which should be Qingniang's voice, and Fucha, which seemed to be what Mr. Bi said.

Li Lang, who called again?Shouting more eagerly, it seems to be Jiang Ru.

But I can't let go of that pen.

He was startled, the city destroyed by the flood and the white dragon in the cloud all disappeared.

Only the eyeless white dragon on the wall was left, with silver lights looming in its eyes, silently staring at it.

Li Chan wanted to lift the pen, but the pen seemed to be nailed to the dragon's eyes, and even her hand was firmly stuck to the pen holder.

Suddenly, the sound of wind and rain became quieter, and a warm feeling came from behind.The next moment, the rain stopped.

Haruno?The figure of the woman in red appeared in Li Chan's mind, but she couldn't turn her head.Only one hand was stretched out in front of the eyes. The back of the hand was wrinkled like chicken skin, very thin, but the movement was very steady, and the brush was gently removed from the mural.

The wind and rain suddenly weakened by three points.

Li Chan staggered backwards, and then was held by his arm. At this moment, the sound of wind and rain came to his ears again, making him dizzy, as if his internal organs had been ripped out, and the wind knife and rain awl pierced his body, which was icy cold.He looked up halfway, saw the umbrella cloth on his head, and the rain had not stopped, so it was covered by the umbrella, he felt a little regretful, it turned out that it was not Qingniang.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Yuan Shuo's old face.

Another face squeezed over, and Jiang Ru looked worried.

The voices of the conversation between the two are sometimes distant and sometimes near, indistinct.

"Yuan Jijiu, what's the matter?"

"Both of you... Well, in this Longyou Soup, a dragon soul has been suppressed for many years..."

……

When Li Chan opened his eyes, the rain had stopped, and the eaves of the Sun Bathing Hall covered the sky.

Jiang Ru looked down, surprised and said: "Are you awake?"

He froze for a moment, pushed away Jiang Ru's hand that wanted to roll his eyelids, tried his best to support himself, turned his head, and saw the white dragon on the wall from a distance, with lingering fear in his heart, he murmured: "I fainted?"

Jiang Ru looked at Li Chan with guilt in his eyes. Seeing that he was mostly fine, he was relieved, "It didn't last long."

Li Chan's footsteps were still a little weak, and then he saw Yuan Shuo beside him, and quickly saluted, "Thank you Yuan Jijiu for your rescue."

"You." Yuan Shuo shook his head and sighed, raised his hand and patted Li Chan's head, "Did you dare to make a dragon's body because you only cultivated Taoism? I don't know how high the sky is." He said, bending over and coughing.

Seeing Yuan Shuo's appearance, Li Chan hurriedly took out the handkerchief, but her hands were still trembling. When she took out the handkerchief, she suddenly realized that it was stained with ink.

"Yuan Jijiu." Just as Li Chan hesitated, Jiang Ru handed over the handkerchief to Yuan Shuo.

Yuan Shuo shook his head, breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hands and said no, and said to Li Chan, "Even if you go further in your cultivation, you must judge it carefully. Don't learn from your master. Although you are amazing, you are also beautiful because of it." There have been too many setbacks."

　Everyone wants to see the finishing touches, but the finishing touches haven't arrived yet, so it's really not an appetite.I can only say that everyone who understands understands, and those who don’t understand don’t understand even if they say it. Don’t ask, the interests are too involved, and it’s no good to know. I can only say that the water is very deep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)