Lord of Puluo

Late at night, Ma Wu was sitting next to Li Banfeng, and Madame Moth was lying next to Ma Wu. 𝟼𝟿𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚡.𝚌𝚘𝚖

Even though Ma Wu praised the lady moth in every possible way, Li Banfeng still had the urge to run for his life.

Brother, don't worry, this Lady Moth is different from the one we met before. She is a gentle person.

As he spoke, Ma Wu gently touched Mrs. Demi Moth's body. Mrs. Demi Moth trembled and said with a fearful expression: Brother Xiaolang, you can do whatever you want tomorrow. I really can't bear it anymore today.

Ma Wu glanced at Mrs. Demi Moth with a slight dissatisfaction, and Mrs. Demi Moth said with aggrieved expression: I really can't bear it anymore.

Li Banfeng looked at the moth and said, I can't bear it anymore, so you should leave.

Mrs. Demi Moth's cheeks turned red, she lowered her head and said, I can't bear to leave.

Ma Wu's talent is really unreasonable. This lady moth can defeat a hundred Ma Wu, but because she is reluctant to take action, she just lets Ma Wu bully her.

Ma Wu sighed and said: This is not all talent. In the final analysis, it is fate. If it had been the former Lady Moth, my life would have been lost long ago.

Hearing that Ma Wu kept mentioning other people, the lady moth was a little unhappy: Brother Xiaolang, you always mention the person before you. Is the name of the person you are talking about Linglong?

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Does Mrs. Demi Moth have a name?

Li Banfeng stared at the fat Lady Moth for another moment.

The key is that the name Linglong has nothing to do with Mrs. Moth!

His name is Linglong? Ma Wu was very interested, What's your name?

Mrs. Demi Moth said with a shy face: My name is Yanzi.

Her name is Yanzi...

Li Banfeng took a deep breath and looked at the sky, imagining what this huge swallow would look like when it flew into the sky.

Ma Wu touched Mrs. Demi Moth's cheek and said, Swallow, this is fate. You are destined to fly into my heart.

Li Banfeng shuddered.

How big a heart does this have?

While talking about love, Ma Wu asked for information: You just mentioned Linglong, do you know each other before?

Yanzi was unhappy: Why did you mention her again?

I'm just curious.

Of course I know her. We were from the same Taoist sect and practiced together. Linglong just moved here this year. I came here just to look for her, but I couldn't find her after searching for several days.

Of course you can't find her. She went to visit the house and never came out again.

But Li Banfeng is not concerned about Linglong, he is concerned about the Taoist sect: Do you still have a Taoist sect?

Yes, Yanzi replied seriously, we all originally practiced asceticism.

Li Banfeng became even more curious: You, do you mean you and Linglong, or all the Lady Moths?

The Swallow replied: All Lady Demi-Moths are practicing penance, and only by practicing hard can one become Lady Dei Moth.

Penance turned into Lady Moth?

Li Banfeng discovered that Mrs. Demi Moth was not as simple as he thought.

My wife once said that Mrs. Demi Moth is the second type of abnormality. Her body grew up in the new land, but her soul was not born in the new land. At first, Li Banfeng didn’t understand it, but now after hearing Mrs. Dei Moth’s story, he seems to understand a little better. .

At the mention of penance, Ma Wu frowned. Penance was the natural enemy of joy.

Mrs. Moth quickly explained: Brother Xiaolang, I know you don't like this door. In fact, I don't like it either.

Ma Wudao: If you don't like it, why did you choose to practice hard?

Mrs. Demi Moth was silent for a long time, and her face, which was originally full of tenderness, had a hint of gloom: I originally planned to never mention these things again.

Ma Wu pinched Mrs. Lion Moth's fat face and said, You can't even mention it to me?

Brother Xiaolang has asked, how dare I not say that I was ignorant when I was young, and when I met a man with a black heart, I gave everything I could give, and he took everything he could, and left me behind. ,

I feel that living in this world is destined to be miserable. If I listen to a few words of encouragement from others, I think I have seen through this mortal world and have entered the path of ascetic cultivation.

When you become an ascetic monk, you can't talk about romance or love. Even if you marry someone else, you can just live with each other.

After a lifetime of hard work and a lifetime of cultivation, she has no regrets about taking medicine. After the death of a woman who has practiced hard training, if she is willing, she will cross the bridge and be reincarnated. If she is unwilling, she will go to a new land.

There is a kind of moth in the new earth, which is born without a soul. Ascetic women can possess it and continue to practice.

Ma Wu kissed Mrs. Demi Moth distressedly: After turning into a Demi Moth, will you still suffer?

Li Banfeng snorted and said, You shouldn't suffer much if you eat so fat.

Yanzi blushed and said: You have already died once, what else can you think about? Why should you suffer? When you become a moth, you have to enjoy yourself and do whatever you want.

If you want to eat, just open up and eat, if you want to play, just have fun, if you want to find a man, just find a man, if you want to have a baby, just have a happy one.

Ma Wu exclaimed: It's refreshing, I like your refreshing attitude!

Li Banfeng said: How about I stay somewhere else and you guys can relax here for a while?

Ma Wu was very generous: We are brothers, I can feel happy even if you are here!

Yanzi shook his head repeatedly and said: Today is really bad, Brother Xiaolang, wait for me to rest for a night, and we will come back tomorrow.

It was late at night, and the swallow returned to the forest and fell asleep.

Li Banfeng said: I want to go to Green Water City, will you go back with me?

Ma Wu shook his head and said: I still want to practice in Xindi for a while. Tomorrow I will ask Xiao Genzi to go back to Lanyang Village and call some people over to tidy up our land. At least we will have a place to live.

Is it okay for you to be here alone?

Ma Wu looked at the sleeping swallow in the distance, smiled, and said nothing.

Of course he can, he is better than Li Banfeng.

He has his own realm here, and as long as he spills blood, the Earth God will protect him.

Even if no blood is spilled, the swallow will protect him.

As long as he didn't leave the land, Ma Wu's situation would be safer than in the Ma family mansion.

But is it safe for Li Banfeng to go to Lushui City?

Although the conflict with the Lu family has temporarily eased, Ma Wu is still a little worried: If there is nothing important, it is best not to go to Green Water City recently. I always feel that the major families are going to cause something.

I really have something important to do. I want to buy a painting.

Buying a painting? Ma Wu blinked, Why is buying a painting so important?

It's very important. I'm obsessed with reading paintings now. If I don't read paintings for a day, I can't even eat.

The words sounded familiar, and Ma Wu thought of Li Banfeng buying a record player. At that time, no matter how much Ma Wu tried to persuade him, he could not stop Li Banfeng.

Old Qi, some of your actions are so strange that I really can't understand them.

Li Banfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: You put Mrs. Moth to sleep, and you said I behaved strangely?

Do you want to buy paintings by famous artists, or ordinary hanging paintings?

If you go to Lushui City, you will naturally want paintings by famous artists.

In fact, Li Banfeng wanted to learn painting.

He might not be able to master the Western painting techniques taught by Zhong Pendulum in two or three years. Li Banfeng wanted to learn some quick painting skills.

Paintings by famous artists... Ma Wu thought for a moment and thought of a family, There are many famous painters in Green Water City, but in my opinion, the most artistic one is Mr. Qiao Guangyuan, especially his landscape paintings...

I don't want landscape paintings, Li Banfeng waved his hand and said, I want someone who is good at painting people.

Mr. Fu Taiyue is good at painting people. He can draw people lifelike in just three or five strokes, but his paintings are not cheap.

After hearing three or five strokes, Li Banfeng became energetic!

He just wants this kind of painting skill. In a critical moment, in three or five strokes, he can create a powerful combat force. Wouldn't this be able to bring the fourth-level skills to the extreme?

Where does this old gentleman live?

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Ma Wu told Li Banfeng Fu Taiyue's address and warned: Mr. Fu Taiyue has a somewhat aloof temperament, and his paintings are not cheap. If you really want to buy his paintings, you need to be more patient.

This kind of great artist has more or less personality, which Li Banfeng doesn't mind.

After staying in Xindi for one night, Li Banfeng sent Xiao Genzi back to Lanyang Village the next day and headed to Lushui City alone.

According to Ma Wu's address, Li Banfeng found Mr. Fu Taiyue's residence.

After knocking on the door for a long time, a servant came out: Are you here to ask for a painting?

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, I'm here to learn painting.

The servant looked up and down and said to Li Banfeng, You wait here first.

After waiting outside the door for more than half an hour, the door finally opened and the servant brought Li Banfeng into the foyer. After waiting for more than half an hour, the servant took Li Banfeng into the main hall.

After waiting for such a long time, Li Banfeng didn't complain at all.

To learn painting from a master, you have to withstand this test.

Mr. Fu Taiyue was painting, and the servant signaled Li Banfeng to be quiet. Li Banfeng carefully admired the paintings in the living room, and then looked at the old man's unfinished work.

After looking around, Li Banfeng turned and left.

Fu Taiyue put down his brush and sneered: Young man, you don't have any patience at all, and you still want to be my disciple?

It's not that I'm impatient, it's that I don't want to learn from you. Li Banfeng didn't complain, he spoke the truth.

Fu Taiyue was stunned, looked at Li Banfeng and said: I am old and incapable of talent, please give me some advice.

Li Banfeng looked at a painting in the living room and said, I can't understand your painting. Are you painting a person or a mountain?

The old gentleman smiled: What I painted is a mountain god. It looks like a mountain and has a human spirit. The artistic conception of the mountain god is in this painting.

Li Banfeng took a closer look and found that what he said made sense.

The shape is a mountain, but the lines between the mountains and rivers outline a human face, which indeed has an elusive majesty and momentum.

Very good. Li Banfeng praised and left.

This old gentleman's paintings are indeed artistic, and the paintings all over the room are very artistic.

But this is of no use to Li Banfeng. Drawing such an abstract thing is not suitable for helping Li Banfeng fight the war.

Seeing that Li Banfeng didn't look back, the old man put down his painting brush and chased him out: Young man, you just said it was good, but you haven't said what's so good about this painting?

It's good everywhere, but it's too advanced. I can't reach that level yet. Wait for me to study for a few more years and then ask the old gentleman for advice.

Fu Taiyue's expression was gloomy. The servant looked at Li Banfeng's back and sneered: For people like you, you should go to Huafang Street to learn painting. That place suits your status.

Li Banfeng turned around and asked, Where is Huafang Street? I'll go take a look.

He was asking for advice sincerely, but these words made Fu Taiyue angry. His veins jumped, and the mountain god hanging in the living room seemed to come to life and glared at Li Banfeng.

It doesn't seem like it has really come to life.

Li Banfeng sensed the danger and quickly left the mansion.

Is this person a homesteader?

I didn't see him dripping blood on the painting just now.

Or is it some other sect?

It seems that his cultivation level is not low.

…

Li Banfeng came to Huafang Street. There were many shops selling paintings on this street, and there were also many stalls selling paintings.

Li Banfeng walked through several stalls and fell in love with a picture of a beautiful woman.

This is a Chinese painting. The lines are relatively simple, but the painting is lifelike. Especially the beauty is very handsome. She wears a cheongsam, has wavy shoulder-length hair, big eyes, thin eyebrows, full lips, and above the left corner of her mouth, there is a A mole that looks very attractive.

This is in line with Li Banfeng's needs.

The stall owner hurriedly stepped forward to greet the business: Sir, have you taken a fancy to this picture of a beautiful woman? You have a good eye. Since I left the stall today, I have sold more than a dozen pictures. If you come a little later, it will be out of stock.

This painting usually sells for sixty-five yuan. It's a coincidence that you came here today. I have something to do and I have to close the stall. Let's buy it for a fixed price, fifty-five yuan. Do you think it's suitable?

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, I'm not here to buy paintings.

Upon hearing this, the stall owner became less enthusiastic: I sell paintings. If you don't want to buy paintings, go and look elsewhere.

Li Banfeng said: I want to learn painting from you.

The stall owner was stunned: Learn painting from me? Are you kidding me?

No joke, just give me a price.

The stall owner was in a dilemma: How dare I ask a price? I can't draw.

No? Then who painted this painting?

I don't know who painted it, can you really not tell? This painting is printed!

Printed? Li Banfeng stared at the painting for a long time. There was still the smell of ink on it, but he couldn't see the texture of the printed matter.

The stall owner was an honest person: I told you just now, I have sold more than a dozen of them. Can I paint more than a dozen of the same painting?

Printed... may not work.

Li Banfeng looked at the stall owner and said, Can you teach me how to print paintings?

The stall owner looked Li Banfeng up and down: Sir, are you here to cause trouble?

I'm really here to learn art.

The stall owner shook his head: This is the art of eating, I don't teach you.

Li Banfeng took out a stack of banknotes and said, I'll give you the money.

…

Rubbing is indeed a craft.

There are techniques for applying ink, laying paper, and uncovering paintings.

But this craft is much easier than painting.

Li Banfeng spent 20,000 yuan to learn from the stall owner for two days, and he learned 50% to 60% of the rubbing skills.

The stall owner gave Li Banfeng a dozen drawing boards (templates). Li Banfeng bought a knife of white paper and two large bottles of ink, took them back with him, and started printing.

Seeing how busy Li Banfeng was, Zhong Pendulum was a little worried: Master, you are trying to take advantage of this. Is this okay?

Li Banfeng concentrated on printing and ignored the pendulum.

Pendulum looked at the record player: Madam...

Chichi~

The record player sneered: If you don't learn the right way and stick to this sideways approach, your efforts will be in vain.

That being said, the record player doesn't know if this method will work.

Although this painting was printed, it was also printed by Li Banfeng himself.

After more than ten minutes, a painting was printed.

Li Banfeng cut his fingertip and dropped a drop of blood on the painting.

He concentrated his thoughts and waited for a moment. The brush of the drawing paper rustled, and a three-foot-tall beauty slowly stepped out of the painting!

Li Banfeng was very happy, and Zhong Pendulum was very surprised.

Pour me a cup of tea. Li Banfeng ordered, and the three-foot beauty went immediately, first put some tea leaves into the cup, and then added some water.

He really knows how to pour tea!

Although she poured cold water, her wisdom was much stronger than the one-foot girl Li Banfeng had made before.

Li Banfeng was drinking tea while instructing the three-foot beauty to do things.

Sweeping the floor and mopping dust, the three-foot beauty can do it.

With such a good understanding, fighting will definitely not be a problem!

Just when Li Banfeng was overjoyed, he suddenly heard a crash, and the three-foot beauty fell apart and turned into confetti on the ground.

The record player sighed: Hey, sir, you have put in so much effort, and this little girl can only support this for a moment.

The lifespan of a paper man is also related to his hard work.

Li Banfeng looked at his pocket watch and saw that the three-foot beauty seemed to have lasted less than five minutes.

The record player reminded: This is not a fight, otherwise it will fall apart faster, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for even one minute.

One minute.

Is it enough?

Depends on how to use it.

PS: In fact, one minute is not too short.