Yin Fengfu sat in the gazebo, the sky fell a touch of tea black, the cool breeze was slow, and he suddenly felt disappointed.

Be disappointed in yourself!

Although he had long expected that it would be difficult to draw the Vulcan map, after all, he had no artistic cells since he was a child, and he had never held a paintbrush to catch a duck on the shelf, who could paint it well?

But he didn't expect that his Gu-like drawing would be as unsightly as a ghost drawing. The most important thing is to make Master Qiu angry, he is immersed in self-blame for not being able to help Shusuke, and even feels that he not only did not help him, but also harmed him.

Ah Shui has never come to look for him since he said goodbye to the pavilion yesterday, he suddenly felt very unaccustomed, feeling that his surroundings were empty, in the past, Ah Shui was always chattering by his side, she was smart and understanding, and always noticed Yin Fengfu's emotions for the first time, and gave warm comfort and encouragement in real time.

Today, she is gone.

He got up, left the pavilion, and walked along the corridor to the girls' dormitory in Guanhuali.

It was the first time he had come here, and it seemed that as soon as he opened his eyes, Ah Shui appeared in front of him.

But she heard Ah Shui say that she lived in room 802 on the second floor of the women's dormitory.

It was dark, the lanterns of ice and fire were lit up in the flowers, and the girls' dormitories were also brightly lit, and the maids, apprentices, and housekeepers who came and went looked at the intruder curiously, a lost young man, tall and handsome, and in the light of the ice and fire lamp, his natural melancholy temperament was revealed more thoroughly.

He hesitantly came to the dormitory on the first floor, and asked the busy dormitory housekeeper inside: "Please, may I ask, is Ah Shui from 802 on the second floor there?"

The housekeeper looked up at Yin Fengfu, ran out, stood in the corridor on the first floor, and shouted in a loud voice: "802 Ah Shui, there are visitors!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard Ah Shui's crisp response from above, "Got it, thank you!"

Immediately, at the staircase on the second floor, where there were noisy people up and down, I saw Ah Shui poking his head out and was about to go downstairs.

"Ah Shui!" Yin Fengfu couldn't wait to shout.

Ah Shui subconsciously stopped, the smile that was still on her face just now froze in an instant, she and Yin Fengfu looked at each other upstairs and downstairs, and after looking at each other for a few seconds, she couldn't help but say something, turned around and left.

Yin Fengfu, who was originally full of expectations, didn't know what was going on at all, he stood sluggishly downstairs, and when he woke up slightly, he ran straight upstairs, and the housekeeper immediately rushed out, jumped up and grabbed Yin Fengfu's ears and twisted him out!

"You little boy who doesn't know how to be polite!, you dare to trespass on the women's dormitory!" she scolded loudly while tugging Yin Fengfu's ears.

Yin Fengfu screamed in pain, bent over and was wrung out of the dormitory door. The grandmother let go of her hand and pointed to the sign in front of the door of the women's dormitory, which said that men should not enter.

"Don't go in, gentlemen!," the steward yelled.

Yin Fengfu covered his aching ears, blushed, and left in a daze.

Early the next morning, Yin Fengfu rushed to the Fire God Temple, a new white silk brocade interwoven canvas had been placed on the long table, and he came early, wanting to spend more time figuring out how to draw this Fire God picture.

Why is it so difficult to copy such a simple picture? Yin Fengfu himself felt incredible, the Vulcan diagram was to put it bluntly, it was a pitch-black background, on the position of the golden section line, a raging flame.

Nothing else.

Yin Fengfu closed his eyes and silently looked at the appearance of this painting in his heart, imagining that he was holding a paintbrush and swaying freely on the canvas of silk brocade.

When he opened his eyes, the canvas was blank on one side, and beside him, there were Master Qiu and a few other strangers who followed him and did not know.

Master Qiu squinted at Yin Fengfu with squinted eyes, and issued a word "cut" with disdain, "So make a mistake!" He rolled his eyes widely, and then ordered the attendants to come over and lift the long case in front of Yin Fengfu to the back, and then put on five new cases, spread the white silk brocade canvas, and immediately the strangers, twisting the tools of the painting box, stood in the middle of the long case one after another.

It turned out that they were the painters that Master Qiu had hired himself.

I saw that those painters were full of confidence, very professional to open the toolbox, various types of brushes were placed neatly, all kinds of pigments began to be blended, and the movements were skillful and elegant.

Master Qiu's smug expression was overflowing, and he looked left and right to see Shusuke, and asked arrogantly, "What about the little disciple in the flowers, why didn't you see him?"

"Shusuke is here. As soon as Lord Qiu's words fell, Shusuke appeared at the door of the Fire God Temple, and from a distance, he bowed to Lord Qiu and said, "It's too late for Xiaosheng, look at Lord Qiu Haihan!"

Lord Naqiu glanced at Shusuke coldly, and muttered in a low voice: "No virtue and no talent, a raccoon dog!"

Then he flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, straightened his chest and said, "You are the most famous painters of Fei Luochen, and this Vulcan picture depends on you!"

Several painters hurriedly bowed, indicating that they would do their best to complete the task.

Shusuke walked over and looked at Yin Fengfu, who was driven to the back row, the latter smiled awkwardly, Shusuke patted Yin Fengfu on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, and then slowly walked to the front to see that the artists were methodically preparing for the painting.

I saw the painter take out a small cup of toning oil from a small bottle, soak the brush in clean water to wake up, and then take it out again, use a white dry towel to absorb the water on the brush, choose the largest paintbrush, dip it in full paint, brush a few strokes and start to set the base color on the canvas.

Shusuke looked at the momentum of their dragon flying and phoenix dance, and admired the specialization in the art industry.

At this time, Lord Qiu was complacent, holding up his arrogant belly, and said arrogantly: "At a critical time, you have to be professional to be reliable!

"Yes, yes, thank you, Lord Qiu!" "Zhou Jiexu thought that the snake was coping, and then secretly looked at Yin Fengfu, he was calm, closed his eyes tightly, and stopped in mid-air with a paintbrush in his hand, and there was no ink on the canvas.

"Heh, rotten wood can't be carved!" Lord Qiu looked at Yin Fengfu with Zhou Jie's eyes, he was the tallest in the audience, and his appearance of closing his eyes and recuperating was too conspicuous.

Zhou Jie was weak-hearted, and he didn't dare to worry about Lord Qiu, he quietly walked next to Yin Fengfu, but found that Yin Fengfu was lifting the pen and falling on the canvas at this time, and the black ink just touched the surface of the silk brocade canvas, and immediately scattered and smeared, flying over the cloth like a winged elf, and that Yin Fengfu still had his eyes closed and looked calm.

Finally put down the pen, which made Shusuke feel a little more relieved, and the two of them went out of the Fire God Temple door one after another in order not to disturb them to paint.

"Lord Qiu, this time you came to supervise the drawing of the Fire God Diagram, and you don't have time to talk about it, it's rare to have a spare time at this moment, can you go to the main hall of Guanhuali to drink tea?"