Painter

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Retouching ([-])

On the palace wall, there are gigantic monster shadows, some crawling, crouching, wings, or heads up, bathing in the rusty twilight.There is a white fox with a height of one hundred feet, shaking the white hair on its neck, and there is a divine bird with colorful feathers, flapping its wings...

In a daze, Li Chan seemed to have returned to Taodu Mountain again. The difference was that these monsters in front of him didn't look ferocious, they were just guarding the palace walls, and some of them occasionally responded to Li Chan's gaze, and they just passed by with a glance.

Li Chan stood among the piles of papers, letting the ink drip down the tip of the pen, soaking the shoe surface.This is the picture of Wan Ling Chao Yuan, he looked at those huge shadows, and thought to himself, the nobles and purples of the Man Dynasty have gone with the real dragon emperor, what are these shadows still staying here to protect?
His gaze gradually fell to the east wall, where a huge monster with a human head and a snake body covered with blue scales was slowly swimming, covered in scars.

Tu Shanxi probably couldn't make this guy hurt like this. Li Chan looked up at the wounds, some of which were obviously old wounds, but they hadn't healed yet.His blue eyes looked directly at those wounds, and he felt a faint pain, as if someone pointed a sword at the center of his brow, and couldn't help but want to retreat.

But he didn't look away, instead he looked more carefully, and even walked forward, approaching the gray moose without even noticing that he was stepping on the drawing paper.

The general affairs, guards, painters and Cao Yun under the palace wall did not see the painting on the palace wall at all.Seeing Li Chan stepping on those paintings, Liu Jianyan subconsciously wanted to stop him, but when he saw Li Chan's focused expression, he suppressed the shouting in his throat.

Li Chan approached the gray bird, with sharp teeth between its lips, slipped out a slender forked black tongue, then retracted it quickly, making a hissing sound.

Those dark green eyes came over and walked over Li Chan indifferently, full of scrutiny.It glanced at the drawing paper all over the floor again, and there was another look of anticipation in its eyes.Swimming his body, he exposed the terrifying sword marks in front of Li Chan, only for a moment, then quickly hid these wounds under the scales, staring at Li Chan with suspicion and vigilance.

Seeing those scars, Li Chan knew the crux of the damage to the Cangbi map.It was these sword wounds that caused Cang Bi to suffer severe injuries, and it appeared to chase and kill Tu Shanxi that night, which made these wounds worse.Although these traumas were long, the sword energy on the wounds was still unrivaled, without any sign of blunting.

These sword qi...

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All the painters talked about it.At that time, Xu Zhonghao, one of the three master painters, saw Jiangling for three hundred miles in half a month. After returning to Beijing, he drank a pot of wine in front of the emperor and painted three hundred miles of mountains and rivers. He won the title of "three hundred miles in his chest" .Li Chan read the painting of Wanling Chaoyuan in three days, and copied it in one day, and the weather was not inferior to Xu Zhonghao.

And the "Facilities of Wanling Dynasty and Yuan Tu" that are everywhere on the floor are equally as excellent as Xu Zhonghao's famous work "Three Hundred Miles of Jiangling".Li Sijian saw Li Chan stepping on those paintings all the way, his eyebrows twitched fiercely, but when he saw Li Chan standing under the palace wall as if no one was around, he thought, compared to looking at paintings, he can witness a god with his own eyes The birth of a painter is even more joyful.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated on seeing Li Chan raise his hand under the palace wall to touch the faint blue mark, but before touching the blue mark, he retracted as if touching a burning coal, and the slender index finger was caught A not-so-shallow wound was cut open, and blood flowed out at once.

Upstairs in Deyue Tower, Lu Zijing stood looking at the pale blue shadow from a distance, opened and closed his lips under the beard, and said in a low voice: "Shut up."

Blood dripped onto the bluestone bricks, spattering scarlet marks.Li Chan looked down at the bleeding finger, and sealed the blood flowing to the index finger.Suddenly Cang Bi let out a long hiss, and bursts of sword energy burst out from the wound.Li Chan raised his head suddenly, facing the strong wind, his head was blown away by the wind, his black hair danced wildly in the wind, and fell down again after the wind passed.

It was mid-spring, but there was a bitter and killing wind blowing from the east wall, and the grass leaves in the East Palace were straight like swords, all pointing at Deyue Tower.

As soon as the wind passed, the flowers in the glazed flower bed rustled down.

Beside the altar, the sleeves of several Xunning palace guards sneered, and the swords they held in their hands seemed to be going away with the wind.However, the wind was too fast, and after a while, those Yi swords only trembled slightly.A few guards thought it was an illusion, they just murmured in their hearts, how could there be a chilling westerly wind in mid-spring?

The west wind went up to the sky in a blink of an eye, and Liuyun was blown away in an instant, revealing a faint sword mark.

Soon, the sword marks disappeared in Gao Tian's cold wind.

This unparalleled sharp sword energy blew to the edge of the cloud in Deyue Tower, but it suddenly became gentle, like the breeze lingering around willows in spring, sneaking into Lu Zijing's cuffs obediently, except for the cuffs of the rough Geyi to swing. After a while, there was no other movement.

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Li Chan followed the direction of the sword energy and looked towards the west. From a distance, he could see the shadow of Deyue Tower piercing the sky.There was a look of doubt in his eyes, and in the end he only frowned puzzledly, and turned his head to look at Cang Bi.

Cang Bi's body was covered with scars, black blood dripped from the wound, and it seemed to be getting more serious.However, the sword energy was gone, and after the blood flowed, there were faint signs of scabs.The snake body covered with green scales was swimming slowly, and the dark green snake pupils looked at Li Chan, and nodded to him.

Li Chan pondered for a while, then picked up the pen to outline the picture of Cang Bi.Without the barrier of sword energy, Cang Bi's injury is rapidly improving, and Wan Lingchao Yuantu's energy flow is also smooth.

Every stippling and outline of the pen is consistent with the flow of energy in the painting of Wanling Chaoyuan.Li Chan couldn't judge for a while, did he activate Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu's aura, or was he following Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu's aura to move his pen?

The sun was setting, and the remaining twilight in the East Palace was very dim, but no one went to get the lanterns and torches, and everyone tried their best to keep their eyes open.

With disheveled hair, Li Chan waved the inkless paintbrush in the air.

The pale blue marks on the palace wall floated and circulated.

Silently, a blue-colored scorpion with a human head and a snake body, as if it had drilled out of the wall, was painted on the alchemy.

(End of this chapter)