After a while, the smell of meat came out, and Yun Wuwu snorted and put down his hand to come over: "Ping girl is here, I know that Ping girl cares about grandpa the most, and after speaking, I picked up a piece and ate it." ”

"You still say that my brother Mo almost starved to death. Come Brother Mo, this is the hump of the best hump beast, but it is delicious, open your mouth, I will feed you. ”

"Hehe, it's better for me to come by myself, you little girl is out of the ordinary, there must be a demon, or I'll do it myself." Mo Wentian didn't dare to treat her as an eight- or nine-year-old child, yesterday in the Moon Tower, so many people were not afraid of danger, and people at the age of fifteen or sixteen were not necessarily as comfortable as her.

"Hmph, little family. ”

"Don't pretend, say, what's the matter with me?"

"You eat first, and then I'll tell you when you're full, so that you don't have to pretend to be starved and lie on the table and don't move. ”

"Hey, hey, Xiaotian, I'm full, you guys are chatting, this Xuanwang blade, it can't be calcined at this time, the temperature will get lower and lower, the blade will become more and more tough, it's not easy to portray, I'll be busy first." ”

Seeing that Yun Wuxian was gone, Mo Wentian asked while eating: "Say, what's the matter, let me tell you, I won't help you do things that are too childish, you have the right to say, and I also have the right to refuse." ”

"It's impossible for me to finish, but it's a piece of cake for you. You see this picture is beautiful, right?"

Mo Wentian saw that it was a young girl, wearing a spring shirt, leaning on a slender bamboo, her eyebrows were lowered, as if she was thinking about something, the breeze blew through the spring shirt, and the girl's wonderful body loomed. Isn't this a picture of a girl thinking about spring?

"Well, it's pretty, where are you from?"

"You don't care about this, there are some flaws on it, there is no mention of poetry, so it seems to have no emotion and soul, your poetry is well written, you write one on it, I was just in my Qingping Pavilion. Xu Qingping asked eagerly.

"This painting is good, but the lines are a little astringent and not very smooth, at first glance it is a person who dances a gun and a stick, it is already good, but each line comes down, such as a knife like a sword, the killing spirit is too heavy, the edge is exposed, this kind of person is suitable for freehand, it is the kind of painting of the big scene of splashing ink, painting this kind of flexible small jasper-type lady painting, some nondescript, this is not what you painted. ”

"Of course not, I can draw this ugly. After Mo Wentian's explanation, Xu Qingping also saw some doorways.

"Then let's talk about the use of color, Gongbi is very particular about the use of color, the transition between colors should be very natural, you need a little bit of blending, you see this color, it is completely a one-time work, this is not a flow of paintings, the connection of colors is still blank, what is this body. One piece is dark green, one piece is light green. ”

Xu Qingping held her cheeks with her little hands, motionless, and listened very fascinated.

"And this layout, the overall layout is a mess, there is no point to spit out, the focus of this painting is this girl, it's okay to look close, you hang it up and see, it's completely green with a grimace painted on it? ”

"Yes, yes, I'll just throw it. Xu Qingping picked it up and walked out, it didn't feel right when she walked to the door, if she threw it away, the old lady didn't kill her, and then walked back.

"I just like this kind of broken painting, why don't you write me one? ”

"Don't write it, it's too right to write on it, I'm afraid of being laughed at, so I want to write it yourself. ”

"I've written several, and my wife isn't satisfied......" Xu Qingping suddenly covered her small mouth, and her two big eyes looked at Mo Wentian with a sneer. Obviously, he was squeezed by Mo Wentian, and he was out of proportion and said that he had leaked his mouth.

"Your mother, what does this have to do with your mother?"

"Let me tell you the truth, my mother gave me this painting and asked me to write poems, I wrote several, she was not satisfied, what did she say that there is no soul, I asked him what the soul is, she said that the soul is the soul, let me understand it myself. Isn't there no way to find you, I've been thinking about it for an hour. ”

"That's not okay, that's your homework, isn't it cheating if I write it for you?"

Xu Qingping crawled to Mo Wentian's ear and whispered: "Anyway, I don't care, if you don't write it for me, I'll say you tease me." ”

"Who believes what you say? ”

"Children don't lie, every adult thinks so, let's see, do they believe you, the patriarch of the clan, or believe me, an innocent little girl. ”

Mo Wentian looked at her, and Xu Qingping also looked at Mo Wentian provocatively. Mo Wentian couldn't help but be evil, if this little girl was taken into the room, under careful training, she would definitely be able to take charge of herself, the night dance dress is everyone's beautiful form, and intrigue is not her forte. Thinking about it on the other hand, people with such a personality are not easy to control, or gentle types like Night Dance and Liu Ruyan are more worry-free, I said earlier, the Broken Cloud Branch belongs to the big tribe in the eight tribes, how can the daughter of the nobleman be small?

did not agree, nor objected, Mo Wentian read the so-called poems written by Xu Qingping, although it was childish, but it was not too handsome, it can be seen from between the lines that Xu Qingping seems to be an adult's language, but in fact, she is still a naughty child in her heart.

"A girl has nothing to do,

Leaning on a bamboo pole to support your face.

Dressed in green like a toad,

Hiding in the bamboo forest and not being able to see.

This is well written, very vivid, and very in line with the style of this painting. Not only is the girl in the painting idle, but so is the person who paints, you see the color ratio of this ......," Mo Wentian said.

"Stop, Brother Mo, don't care about this painting, it's none of our business, you put your self-title up, let's solve this trouble." Xu Qingping hurriedly asked him to stop, this painting was painted by her fickle mother, so Mo Wentian's evaluation was useless, so it wasn't crazy.

This poem is also well written, expressing the resentment in the author's heart, borrowing the meaning of things, very insightful, and the idea is clear and unique, which makes people look at it refreshingly

The girl had a bitter face,

Definitely not full of food.

Why are Mom and Dad so ruthless,

Why bother with the little girl.

The first sentence describes the girl's demeanor, a thousand people and a thousand ideas, your mind can't be wrong; the second sentence is a bold idea, is it very in line with your character, the child's home is to eat, drink and have fun, you should be very hungry at that time, the third game and the fourth sentence directly express the thoughts in your heart, this poem has both emotion and soul, and if it is not good, it is embarrassing. ”

"You don't count this, I don't count it, it's enough for my mother, a menopausal person, to have the final say, you can write one. ”

Mo Wentian is looking for a reason to let you eat yourself, and the last piece of dry food is in your stomach, mentioning the pen and ink that Xu Qingping prepared for him, and directly wrote on it:

Last night's spring rain stopped,

There is no news from the gentleman.

It's cold, thin clothes,

Sunset leans on the bamboo.

"I'll tell you a way, if there is such a situation in the future, just like me, just write it directly on it, and he will have no choice. Mo Wentian said to Xu Qingping, who was drying the ink on it with his mouth.

"It's useless, I've tried, it's just this kind of broken painting, she has it, and she has to reimagine it for another one, which is more troublesome. ”

Xu Qingping held the painting, like a baby, and jumped away, Mo Wentian leaned over to see the patterns on the handle of the invisible carving of the clouds, with these patterns, it can increase the degree of fit, and it is not easy to get rid of it. The Xuanwang blade is still suspended on the furnace in the shape of the Dan furnace, and the lines have not yet been carved into three percent, and it must be fine, and the fine Mo Wentian is surprised, this is completely a work of art.

"How is this little girl Qingping?" Yun Wuwu didn't look up, and asked directly.

"Very good, smart and innocent, good education. ”

"That's nature, as far as the two of them are virtuous, they can be educated, I think you are good, contact more in the future, teach her well, otherwise those two will be abolished. ”

"It's fine. Mo Wentian didn't know it, so he agreed to it.

After a while, Xu Qingping came over again, holding her mouth and looking like she was about to cry.

"Look, I said yes, I can't write it. ”

"No, they were very happy, but it turned out that I was talking too much and told me what you said about the painting, and they got angry and asked me to draw one of my own and write poetry. ”

"Boy, go and help her, you are idle and idle, those two people are taking the wrong medicine now, you see that the little girl is pitiful, you teach her while drawing, save annoyance." ”

Mo Wentian smiled bitterly and smelled the smell of conspiracy, but letting the little girl be caught in the middle was really embarrassing for the little girl, so he had to sit at the table. Xu Qingping obediently prepared the paint, and Mo Wentian taught while painting, how to conceive, how to layout, and where to leave blank to see the ethereal feeling. Let her do it herself if it is not important, the lines are outlined with light ink, and then it is dyed, except for opening her face, the rest is handed over to Xu Qingping, and Mo Wentian is just guiding on the side.

In the cloud waters, Mo Wentian could learn anything, and he didn't think there was anything strange at that time. Now that I think about it, how could an old beggar have the ability to teach him so many things, have so many skills, how can he become a beggar?

It's too late to understand, he doesn't even know where the cloud waters are now, and he doesn't know how to go back. Let's get by, it's not bad now.

Xu Qingping studied very seriously, and was very happy, the whole picture is a small building, the grass is green outside the downstairs, the weeping willows are in rows, a pair of swallows are flying among the willows, a peach branch is exposed from the outside of the picture, the breeze blows, and the peach blossoms are scattered and fluttering, falling on the blades of grass.

"Look, this is the last step, although it is simple, the most elaborate skill. After Mo Wentian finished speaking, he found a brush, which was stained with paint, and brushed it as a whole, and the originally bright picture suddenly dimmed.

"It's raining, it's amazing. Xu Qingping sighed curiously.

"See, this is the beauty of blank space, it seems random but has its own rules, natural and occasional. It is said that the rain is deep in the mountains and the snow is smoky, it is easy to see and difficult to paint, and it is the most exquisite skill, which can only be understood by yourself. Well, it's finally done. Qingping, your painting ability is good. Mo Wentian looked at Xu Qingping's little face flushed with excitement, and couldn't help but praise. In fact, this is not a disobedience. Most of them were painted by her.

"Well, I didn't expect it, but I drew it so well. ”

Mo Wentian did not answer, and wrote on it:

mist obscuring the spring glow,

Cardamom who.

Falling flower people are independent,

Micro swifts fly in double flight.

Xu Qingping left happily, Yun Wuwu was still carving unhurriedly, at first he didn't know, but now he understood something in his heart, just smiled slightly, turned around and walked to the back, found a secluded room to see that it was alchemy, and promised that the media was to use the mother Dan Xie Media, and he must hurry up, after the Xuanwang blade is built, he must retreat for a period of time.