Zhang Ling came to find Manshu. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Manshu's first reaction was: No, now I still can't return the body of the eldest lady to the deity. No, I'm not available right now. We're going to be busy getting revenge...... No, I can't be soft-hearted. Who knows if Cai Chen will be afraid to kill us first? We're scared too! Let's find a way to kill them first.

Zhang Ling said: "I know that there is a person who can turn time. ”

Manshu sternly refused: "No, now I ...... Ga? What the? ”

Zhang Ling said angrily: "I know that a person has a 'streamer'. ”

Manshu was stunned and asked with a smile, "What is that?" ”

Zhang Ling was annoyed: "You don't know anything, so you dare to come and occupy Xiqi's body?" ”

Manshu said: "Anyway, now I am also trying to find a way to save Elder Chun." You don't want me to eat him at the end, do you? I'm not a glutton! It's best to save him. ”

Zhang Ling couldn't help her, so he told her from the beginning: Streamer is a kind of tree, and the sap can be boiled into elixir to make time stand still. It was real stagnation, like sealing a piece of amber with resin.

Best of all, when the sap is washed away, the body can return to its pre-stagnation state. I heard that if the streamer is used well, it can also turn back time! But it's just a legend.

As long as the state of stagnation is completed, or even close to stagnation, it is already perfect for Elder Chun.

Manshu hurriedly asked Zhang Ling, whose hands is the streamer in?

It's a rarer thing than stepping on an egg! So much so that the elders can still mention the stepping eggs, but they don't mention the streamer. They even have doubts about whether the streamer really exists and can really be used.

Zhang Ling is the light of the heart, and it is artistically bursting with this hanging, and he can come into contact with very strange people, so he knows that such a thing is in someone's body.

At the moment, he declined to say who the person was, saying only that if he brought someone's head, or that the person would be able to agree to meet him.

Manshu said: "You mean, even if we raise our heads to see it, we may not give the streamer after seeing it, and the streamer may not be usable?" ”

Zhang Ling said: "I can't guarantee it! But this person really doesn't see people normally. If he is willing to see you, it will definitely be good. ”

"And whose head is it?" Manshu, excuse me.

"Wang Baptist." Zhang Ling Road.

“…… That Wang Baptist? Manshu's eyes darkened.

"That Wang Baptist." Zhang Ling was rarely a little embarrassed.

It's not dark in front of Manshu's eyes at the moment! Rather, it was an almost black deep purple, hanging majestically. That's the royal robe!

Wang Bapt, the former counselor of the county, now also owns a city. Do you have to get his head to be a greeting gift? Manshu "Ha, Ha, Ha" laughed three times!

Zhang Ling himself knew that he was embarrassed, and said with a red face: "If it doesn't work, forget it." ”

Manshu looked at him and asked, "Who do you think would do this?" ”

Zhang Ling said: "I don't know why, I think anything is possible for you here." ”

Manshu quipped, "Yes." Be. I have demonic powers. ”

Zhang Ling was angry when she was angry, and she was a little panicked: "Really, forget it if it doesn't work." ”

"Maybe it will work." Manshu said, "Tell me more details. ”

Zhang Ling thought that Manshu was joking, and looking at her face, it was actually serious. He also cheered up, and talked about his mysterious friend's holiday with Wang Baptist.

The mysterious friend is very elegant, can play a good piano, and loves to paint, because he likes Zhang Ling's flowing water map, so he made friends with Zhang Ling, but in fact, he can't get together a few times. When gathering, it is just to entertain each other and gossip, which is more comfortable than eating, drinking and laughing.

Once, the mysterious friend was talking about a painting.

It was a bullfight by a famous painter in the past. The mysterious friend said that he had seen it once before, and it was really good to draw. Zhang Ling smiled out of politeness, and did not refute on the spot, and the mysterious friend said: "Mr. Zhang has an opinion, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

Zhang Ling Shili said: "Waste brother ......"

Belch! Judge, you have to ask, why is this brother so strangely named, just called "invalid"? Or was he deposed? I've heard of the abolition of the concubine, where is there a waste brother?

It turned out that this mysterious friend not only did not show up, did not say his life background, but also did not even tell Zhang Ling his real name and surname, and did not bother to take a fake name, saying that he was just a waste person in heaven and earth, so he was called a "waste person". Zhang Ling didn't think it was good at first, but later he figured it out, and he didn't think that the word "waste person" was much worse than "Zhao Gouyu", "Qian Fugui", "Sun Gaosheng" and "Li Meiya", so he was called "waste brother" from then on. The waste man called him Zhang Xinguang at first, but Zhang Ling protested, saying: If this is the case, I will call you a waste adult!

So the wasters called him sir.

Zhang Ling still felt too respectful, and protested: If you are so polite, I will also call you Mr. Waste. Anyway, your realm is already higher than mine.

The waster replied, "I do learn from your paintings, and it is only natural to call you sir." Are you going to call me sir? Can you learn my piano? ”

Zhang Ling really can't learn his piano, and he can't insist that he can. The waste man said: "If I look at Mr.'s paintings, I am heartfelt, and even call Mr. Bailaisheng, what can Mr. do to me." There must be a lot of people in the world who have benefited from Mr.'s paintings, and many of them may indeed be higher than Mr. in some aspects, but I always have to thank Mr. for giving such paintings. Do you want to find them one by one and come over politely? ”

Zhang Ling said: "In this way, I am obsessed." ”

Waste human: "In this way, it is the gentleman who is obsessed, please punish him for burning incense." ”

Zhang Ling smiled and obeyed.

They meet together to burn incense for their rejoicing. The incense was excellent, and they liked to use loose incense. The loose incense powder is of very high quality, and when it is used, it must be connected into a line to burn all the way over. If you draw a line casually, it is too vulgar, so it is common to use words or paintings to make incense. When using it, first fill the incense powder in the grid, and then hit the incense pad, it becomes a word, or a line drawing. In order to burn up the fragrance evenly and continuously, this calligraphy painting is often a single line continuous to the word painting, also known as "a line of continuous head". In the painting, even the moire is the most appropriate; In the word, it is the heart of the seal. Therefore, the incense powder printed with the word incense is also known as the "small seal incense of the heart word".

The incense powder is filled into the incense, and you must be careful not to scatter it, and press it untightly, so that the incense mark can be used, and the whole process is cumbersome.

Cumbersome and elegant.

It's best to punish people with this.

Zhang Ling took the incense spoon, took the incense powder, filled the incense grid, and compacted it little by little with incense. The waster plays the piano behind the curtain.

In the sound of the piano, Zhang Ling's mood calmed down little by little.

Every time he gets together with the waste, he feels that he has been cleansed, and he wonders if the waster feels the same way.

In short, they would get together once in a while and have a good conversation.

Last time, when talking about the painting of the previous generation of painters, Zhang Ling said: "I have always admired the painting skills of this master, but the bullfighting picture is really a failure." ”

Wasteman: "Oh? ”

Zhang Ling said: "Brother Waste must still remember that those two oxtails were erected high?" ”

The waster smiled and said, "Yes." ”

Zhang Ling said: "I don't know if the waste brother has watched the bull fight in person." The ox exerts its strength on a pair of horns, but the tail should be tightly clamped between the two strands. In the previous generation, everyone talked about the art of painting, and they wanted to talk about authenticity, but they obviously didn't see the bull fight in person, so that the painting was wrong, which was really a flaw. ”

Waste humanity: "Wonderful! Please allow it to rain in the weave to Mr. Bong. ”

Zhang Ling was gladly grateful.

Zhang Ling likes to watch flowing water and rain.

He especially likes to see the droplets fall on the water. It's a fascinating picture that will never be repeated. He could be alone for a long, long time.

Some people will ask, isn't it just the water droplets falling? What's there to see?

In fact, in this way, World of Warcraft is just a lot of stuffing on the computer, the paintings are just colors added to the drawing paper, and the beauties are just a few combinations of carbohydrates.

If you see the benefits, it's worth watching.

Zhang Ling is willing to look at the complicated falling and intertwined water lines.

In reality, the rain falling on the water is beautiful enough. If a master can properly pluck it in the raindrops, like cutting flowers into a bottle, some people may criticize it for not being natural enough, but art can really make natural materials more beautiful than nature.

The rain woven by the waste, Zhang Ling is absolutely assured.

Weaving rain is more cumbersome, time-consuming and labor-intensive than knocking incense seals. The waste people used this to pay tribute to Zhang Ling, and Zhang Ling expressed his deep gratitude.

Raindrops are falling. Zhang Ling enjoyed it. The waster spoke leisurely, and his voice was woven in the raindrops, not only not abrupt, but complementing each other appropriately.

He said: "In the next place, it turns out that I have long admired the name of the senior painter. ”

Zhang Ling did not answer, for fear that his voice would interfere with the sound of the rain. But he was listening.

"It wasn't until later that I saw the painting of that senior. At first, to tell you the truth, I was laughing. I didn't appreciate that kind of art at the time. If I had allowed myself to call it art. I think that's just a picture at your fingertips.

"After a while, I couldn't forget the paintings. So I went back to see his paintings. I have to say that the so-called easy access is actually to the point where I can't do it. I thought it was easy, but he made it easy for him to do the hard things. I sighed and went home as a warning to myself.

"Later, after a while, I thought I had forgotten about the paintings, but I suddenly saw them again, and those paintings suddenly opened my eyes and made me feel like an old friend. It's like a person you already know, you didn't like it very much, and later admitted that you were a good person, and then you found out that you can make friends. I lived next to the painting for a long time, and then finally left. Because I found that this old friend still has some kind of shortcomings. In fact, it's hard to find someone better than him, so you can't say you're dissatisfied. It's just a little bit of a temporary separation, or it's not bad.

"Later, I stumbled upon this picture of a bullfight. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read it on m.qidian.com. )