That's a tricky question, isn't it?

Xu Wen has always been very focused on doing things, fetching water is fetching water, where can I notice what trees are around?

Besides, it's night, and it's dark, so you can't see any trees.

Zhu Gantang's question......

Xu Wen thought about it for a long time, and finally thought of one.

"What I liked the most was a cypress tree next to the spring, which was not too tall and cast a shadow on the water......"

"Try to draw it. Zhu Gantang picked up the little lamb and handed him the pen.

At this time, the ink was also ready, Xu Wen picked up the pen, stayed on the paper for a while, and began to paint.

Essentially, he can draw, and he's drawn so many drawings before and after.

But it was all charcoal, and it was the first time I used sheep's hair.

The end of the sheep's hair pen is very soft, touching the shengxuan, and it is a ball of ink after a little meal.

Xu Wen was a little unaccustomed to it, but by now, his control over his limbs was quite extraordinary, and he quickly got used to it, and began to draw smooth and even lines on the paper.

Zhu Gantang watched from the side and raised his eyebrows.

Xu Wen faithfully drew the tree in his memory, the size, height, and shape of the branches and leaves extended......

The drawing is very accurate, exactly like the tree in his memory, basically a perfect reproduction.

However, after painting like this, Xu Wen was still a little apprehensive, and after finishing the painting, he paused for a while before putting down the pen and handing the painting to Zhu Gantang.

Zhu Gantang watched quietly, unable to see any emotion. After a while, he handed the painting back to Xu Wen and said honestly, "I don't see that you like it." ”

Xu Wen really doesn't like this tree, it's just the only tree he has an impression of. Even he couldn't be sure that he was drawing accurately.

So when Zhu Gantang said this, he had nothing to say.

"You go and look at the tree again to see if you really like it. If not, find the one you like the most. Zhu Gantang put down the painting and said.

He said it seriously, so Xu Wen did it.

Yan Ji lived in the room next to them, and when Xu Wen went out, he saw it, came out and asked, "What is this doing?"

Yan Ji is the oldest among these people, and his physical strength inevitably declines, and he is really tired after running Tianyun Mountain for a day today, and now he is wearing his hair and spreading his clothes, looking a little unruly.

"Teach him how to draw. Zhu Gantang said with a smile.

"Let him go out in the middle of the night?" Yan Ji asked, crossing his arms.

"Dedicated to his teachings. Zhu Gantang said.

Yan Ji raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

"Learning to paint is nothing more than painting shapes and painting gods. Xu Wen is good at drawing drawings and capturing the form of objects, which is no longer a problem for him. As for the essence of things......" Zhu Gantang said slowly.

"The difference between craftsmanship and craftsmanship is nothing more than this. Yan Ji said.

"Yes. Xu Wen was already an ink worker at a young age, and his craftsmanship was almost complete. He learned from me just to go further. I have already told him that calligraphy and painting are very different from other skills. Zhu Gantang said.

Indeed, among the ten major categories of craftsmanship, other categories are basically completed by craftsmen, only calligraphy and painting are basically the special projects of readers, and even the derivative mounting is often taken over by readers themselves.

It is true that calligraphy and painting require skill and long hours of practice, but it contains an artistic quest that is more explicit than other skills, and this is indeed an obvious fact.

Xu Wen walked alone on the dark path.

Although spring has come, the night wind is still a little cold, and there are no insects around, only the night birds, which sounds a little terrible.

Of course Xu Wen was not afraid, he remembered Zhu Gantang's task, and carefully looked at every tree since he went out, but he looked at them and felt that they were very similar, except for the morphological tree species, he couldn't see the difference at all, and he couldn't tell which one he should like at all.

Tsk, it's a bit tricky.

Xu Wen felt so more and more as he went.

It's night now, and it's dark all around, if it weren't for the fact that there was still a little moonlight above his head, and Xu Wen's eyes were better, he might not even be able to see the surrounding roads clearly, let alone separate the trees.

But he still walked patiently and watched, trying his best to fulfill Zhu Gantang's request.

He trusted the new teacher and knew that there was a deep meaning in his request. The most important thing is that he can vaguely realize what this is.

Heart and technique, Tao and technique, he has been doing his best to learn the latter, and now, it is time to get in touch with the former.

Which tree ......

Xu Wen looked as he walked, and before he knew it, he was back to the spring where he had fetched water earlier.

He stood still and saw "that" tree.

Then he realized that this was the one he had told Zhu Gantang before, the only one that left an impression when he came to fetch water for the first time.

When he saw it again, he knew why.

Aside from the fact that he stayed here longer because of the fetching of water, the tree was indeed different from the others.

It was a cypress tree, thin and small, with roots in the stone crevices between the mountain walls, and its crown rose upward, as if it were holding its head up.

There are no other "companions" around it, so the moonlight can fall freely and drape over its body, revealing its full form.

is obviously just a tree, but it inexplicably makes Xu Wen think of one word: overbearing.

Xu Wen must have been a bit perfunctory when he said to Zhu Gantang that he liked this tree, but at this time, he really sat down, sat next to the spring, under the cypress tree, and stared at it.

He sat on the ground with his hands behind his ass and his head tilted.

The moonlight spreads down like water, connecting with the spring below, and the silver moonlight and the silver water almost merge into one.

There are many miscellaneous trees and shrubs around, especially showing the emptiness and seclusion of this place, Xu Wen looked at the tree, stared at the shadow it cast on the water, and unconsciously became distracted.

He's always been thinking a lot, and his mind is full of things.

And so it is, he's always busy.

He has two worlds, and no matter which side he is, he has to learn a lot and do a lot of things.

There is a new spring city here, there is a retreat museum and a cultural transmission society, and there is a Xu house in between.

Not to mention that he can only carpenter and masonry now, and there are too many things to learn to take the path of Lian Tianqing to become a heavenly craftsman.

His mind is full of things all the time, all kinds of people, all kinds of things, all kinds of technologies.

Unless he is extremely tired and falls asleep completely into a dreamless sleep, even if he dreams, Xu Wen will only dream about these, endlessly.

At this time, he sat next to this spring, sat under this cypress tree, sat in this moonlight, but it was rare that he didn't think about these things at all.

His mind was as clear as this moonlight and this fountain, and his mind was so calm that he didn't think about anything.

Unconsciously, the light shifts, from light to dark, and then dark to light.

It was dawn, and he sat all night.

He blinked and got up from the ground.

He was clearly aware that something had changed in him.

He had touched the edge of the first realm of heavenly work.

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