After Han Li had eaten at noon and rested a little, he said goodbye to Teacher Zeng and Li Tang, came to the waterfall by himself, and began to cultivate.

When I picked up the pen, my arm was so weak that I couldn't hold it, and I drew with both hands.

"Uncle, fight. Dry. ”

Cheer yourself up, gritting your teeth and drawing desperately.

As for the one painted by Teacher Zeng, needless to say, it was naturally a pen that walked the dragon and snake, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, and the painting was very good, if you gave Han Li an ordinary brush.

Maybe it's still possible.

Because even if he used an ordinary brush, he might not be able to draw it, so with this iron brush, he didn't know when he would be able to arrive.

So if you say a thousand ways and ten thousand, you still have to practice.

"Let's practice. ”

When Han Li was tired, he rested, and he was not in a hurry, because Teacher Zeng repeatedly reminded him not to worry, not to worry, so he rested when he was tired, and practiced when he rested enough.

When it gets dark, go home.

When Li Tang made a meal, he ate, and when he was full, he went to sleep.

In this way, time flies, and the summer and cold begin.

One day, two days, two days, three days, three days, a week, a week, a month, a month, three months.

From him came to the Blackwater Swamp.

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.

It has entered the summer heat period.

When he entered this Huqi Mountain, it was still early spring, and it was already the height of summer, and the forest was completely different from when he first arrived.

The forests are denser and more lush.

There are also more animals.

This black water swamp is a bit better, with the occasional water snake, giant water rat, or some other messy animal or insect that likes to be dark and damp.

Han Li was also used to it.

Contacted for three months.

Han Li was holding the ten-pound iron brush, and he was already wielding it freely, as easily as picking up a needle, and he didn't have any sense of cumbersomeness at all.

But the paintings he painted are still some distance away from Mr. Zeng.

He stood in front of the waterfall with an iron quill in his hand, drawing one by one.

I draw more than 100 pictures every day, and I can paint with my eyes closed, but I still don't stop.

Keep drawing.

He was black, thin and thin at this time, and he was even stronger, and yes, his practice not only exercised his arms, but also exercised his body, as well as the ability to respond to some unexpected situations.

When he was painting, he was attacked by a giant python and besieged by poisonous insects.

In this black water swamp, he has everything, but he can cope with it easily, so he is now walking like a fly, and he can already be said to be half a cultivator.

So he also liked this kind of cultivation with a smile on the corner of his mouth, although he didn't know when it was his head, and he was a little numb, but he still practiced with peace of mind.

The white dragon sat next to him and watched.

He's used to it.

From time to time, he would come to visit Han Li and bring some food, and the two of them were having a picnic and chatting in front of this waterfall, and at this time, looking at Han Li, he was drawing a dragon and a snake, crying and laughing, "I feel that you are already very similar to your master's drawing, why can't it." ”

"You don't paint, you don't know, I'm still far away. ”

Keep drawing.

After finishing the painting, I looked at it, and with a "tear!" sound, I tore it to pieces, wiped the sweat from my head, walked to the white dragon and sat down.

It's not that I'm tired, it's that it's hot.

It's already June days.

It is inevitable that some sweat, although this place is next to the pool, but the water vapor volatilization is more likely to sweat, just take a short rest there, "Fortunately, you come to accompany me from time to time, otherwise, it will be even more boring." ”

Picked up a cold beer and drank it.

This beer was brought in by Qian Yi.

The white dragon asked for some and brought them to Han Li.

There are also some outside foods, such as broad beans, peanuts, and braised pork snacks.

Han Li liked it very much, he held a peanut in one hand, pinched the skin on the outside, ate it, and said with a smile, "I can go out when I enter Bigu, what about you, your wife's stomach hasn't reacted yet." ”

The white dragon wants to get out.

But he had to wait for his wife to get pregnant.

The case says that foxes are no better than people and give birth to children very quickly.

There is no need to conceive in October.

But Bailong's wife has not moved.

Bailong said: "Our family, it has never been easy to get pregnant, so my father has me at this age, hey, I don't know when, maybe you go out, I can't get out." ”

"Haha, then work hard, brother. ”

Arched him.

Took a bottle of beer dry in one gulp.

Lying down comfortably, looking at the green and jade trees, looking at the cloudless weather, I was in a really good mood, hugging my neck.

Deep down, he also wants to go out.

Thinking about Haicheng, I'm afraid the dust has already settled, and if I go out by myself, I will meet friends, but it's not bad to meet friends.

But time is not something I can control, so I asked, "Is it difficult to open the valley?"

"It's difficult, ordinary people need grains to eat, Bigu just don't need it, do you say it's difficult? Let me tell you, those disciples of the White Horse Taoist Temple have been practicing for more than ten years, and only two or three of the more than 100 people can enter Bigu. ”

The white dragon shook his head.

Han Li was helpless, "Hey, he knows my mood, okay, okay, don't say it, keep painting, keep painting." "Pick up the pen.

Continue to paint on your own.

After painting for three months, I was already familiar with it, and I was like a god in the pen, so it didn't take ten minutes to finish a pair, but it didn't work, so I tore it again.

In this way, three more paintings were painted back and forth.

It's all the same result.

"You, it's time for you to ask your master, I feel that it's no longer a problem with painting. ”

The white dragon looked big.

You can guess what Han Li was thinking at this time.

Han Li sighed helplessly, "I asked, but my master just said a word, let me continue painting, well, I can only continue to paint like that." ”

Then he smiled wryly.

He tore another one and said, "Otherwise, you will give me a staff officer." ”

"My staff officer, I feel that you have drawn very well, how can I be a staff officer. ”

"That's too. ”

Han Li had no choice but to continue through his own level, looking at the iron pen and the drawing board, sighed, rubbed his face, and continued to draw.

Although the situation will not change.

But Han Li was still attentive and dedicated.

Wait until it gets dark.

Bai Long said goodbye, "Well, I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't come, I'll come to see you in a few days." ”

"Okay, I've been here, rain or shine, you just have to come. ”

Han Li laughed.

Farewell to the White Dragon.

I took the sketchpad back to the bamboo house.

The days flew by, and he was already a member of the Black Water Swamp and Huqi Mountain, and he lived a full and repeated life day by day.

Looking forward to the day of departure coming sooner.