The next day, early in the morning.

Han Li washed up, saw off Zhao Jia and Bai Long, who had stayed overnight last night, and came to a small waterfall in the Blackwater Swamp with Teacher Zeng with a drawing board.

The waterfall is clear and clean, flowing down from the cliff, not like the very rapid on the side of Huqi Mountain, but slowly flowing little by little, into the black water swamp.

Naturally, the Blackwater Swamp has water, and this water comes from here.

Han Li and Teacher Zeng took the drawing board, sat there, and began to draw.

Mr. Zeng painted as always easily and freely, very naturally.

Han Li's head widened, "Teacher, I, how do I paint, this, this, how do I cultivate this painting soul person." He saw how powerful Li Tang was.

knows that Teacher Zeng's strength is definitely far superior to Li Tang.

I really want to learn the true biography.

But the question is, is painting like this a practice?

He didn't understand.

"You just draw the way I usually give you to draw, but with this pen. ”

Teacher Zeng didn't look at Han Li.

Staring at the waterfall in front of you, just draw like this.

Han Li understood, if he couldn't even master the paintbrush, how could he become a soul painter, and nodded, "Teacher, disciple understands. ”

Start drawing.

"I'll go. ”

The weight of this is at least about ten catties.

Han Li was just an ordinary person, he was holding a ten-pound pen to paint, he couldn't draw at all, he gritted his teeth and drew for five or six minutes, and his arm was sore and sweaty.

That's right.

Not at all.

But cultivation is the most important thing to persevere, that is, to make slow progress, so I gritted my teeth and painted, I don't want to paint it anymore, I just need to have some appearances.

It turned out to be more than an hour of drawing.

I can't lift my arms.

"Whew!" "Whew!" panted, his arms were trembling there, and he really couldn't continue, "Master, I, I, I, I ••••••"

Hands are shaking all the time.

"Don't worry, you can rest for a while. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Mr. Zeng is still painting.

Han Li put down the pen and looked at it a few times, the level of painting was still very high, looking at himself, it was simply a ghost drawing, with an embarrassed face, fortunately, he sat there with his butt in his ass, rubbing his arm, and recovering.

What about time.

Slowly passes.

It feels like the arm has recovered a bit.

Han Li got up and repainted.

When I saw what I had just drawn, I couldn't look at it directly, and with a "click!", I tore off the scroll and redrew it on a blank piece of paper.

Human potential is limitless.

I'm getting used to it a little bit this time.

The first few strokes are very good.

But after all, it is a ten-pound iron pen, and after a long time, it is just a casual scribble.

He also knew why he practiced like this, why he did this, so he also made up his mind and continued to draw, the first day was a ghost drawing, the second day was still, the third day, the fourth day, it may not be.

So I endured the feeling of exhaustion and soreness in my hands, and painted and painted.

This time I persisted for more than an hour, and it was considered that it could not be spent.

"Go back to dinner, no hurry. ”

The most Mr. Zeng said was that he was not in a hurry.

So there's no hurry.

Han Li nodded, "Yes, teacher. ”

The sketchpad remained.

The pen was also left.

Teacher Zeng walked behind his back and walked towards the bamboo house together.

“••••••”

Han Li rubbed his arm, feeling the soreness of his arm, and without saying a word, he just followed, followed, panting.

The main thing is that I don't know what to say.

It's also powerless, no, it's airless and almost weak, so I reluctantly followed, and followed back to the bamboo house.

Since Li Tang fought with the Drought Fish, he has been in a state of recuperation, and he is still a little awkward when he walks, taking charge of logistics at home, helping with cooking and tidying up the room.

At this time, I was waiting leisurely at the door.

Still swallowing melon seeds, seeing Teacher Zeng and Han Li coming back, he immediately smiled, "Haha, this cultivation is not happy." ”

Knowing that there must be no less sin.

At this time, Han Li's face turned pale, and his whole person sighed tiredly, "You are a senior brother, you have cultivated, hum, you naturally understand." ”

"I don't understand, I've been cultivating since I was a child, and it took me seven years to cultivate the valley, haha, if you want to open the valley for three years, it's difficult, Master will definitely increase your cultivation burden. ”

Bring water there and wash the feet of Teacher Zeng and Han Li.

The Blackwater Swamp is too muddy.

Teacher Zeng didn't show his ability, so he followed Han Li, inevitably contaminated with some muddy water, washed it, and then entered the bamboo house.

"Alright, bring the food, we're all hungry. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Took it out.

Three dishes and one soup, as well as white rice.

Han Li sniffed the smell and knew that it was the old Taoist of the wooden building, so he smiled, "You used to be alone, eat for three days, but now there are three of us, three days is not enough." ”

Rubbing his wrist, he picked up the chopsticks, but he was trembling, "Let's go!" and fell on the table.

"Change your hand. ”

Teacher Zeng picked up the rice himself and began to eat.

There was also a bottle of wine next to it.

He poured himself a drink.

Yun lightly informed Han Li.

"Uh-huh. ”

Han Li began to use his left hand, which he didn't normally use.

Although he was not used to it, it was stronger than his tired left hand, so he could eat it, and as soon as he took his mouth, Han Li, who was tired and stupid, instantly let out a sigh, "It's delicious, well, Teacher Zeng, are you not eating it?"

"Well, that's good. ”

But he loved to drink.

All that's left to do is drink.

When in Haicheng.

Teacher Zeng is like that.

You can drink four or five bottles of beer, eat these peanuts, and drink wine without eating, and at this time you can eat, but you can't stop drinking.

It feels like there's a story.

Li Tang got used to it, and he gulped down and said, "I'll just go and ask more points with that old man, hum, I don't believe it, he won't give it." ”

"He gives, he will definitely give. ”

Han Lile smiled.

I don't think about the old things anymore, I just eat by myself, I just have something delicious, and after eating a bowl of rice, my recovery is obviously much better.

He said, "Senior brother, you ask for more, I'm hungry." ”

"Okay. ”

Li Tang gave Han Li a meal.

Knowing that his right hand was useless, he said very face-savingly, "Eat, eat, eat, eat, and continue in the afternoon." ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Han Li was full of energy.

After eating five bowls of rice, it is considered enjoyable.

As for Teacher Zeng, he drank a bottle of liquor and ate a bowl of rice, so he wiped his mouth and stopped eating, "You two eat, um, Han Li, you continue to practice in the afternoon, and you can come back after dark, well, as for the time to practice, you go and see my painting, when you feel that it is almost the same as my painting, just stop." ”

"It's pretty much the same as you drew it. ”

"I'll go. ”

You know, it's not something you can do in a day or two.

But he still gritted his teeth, "Okay, I know, Master, you, just wait for my good news." "Grit your teeth, you definitely have to fight.

There can be several beats in life.

If you don't fight this time, when will you fight.

Spelled.