Chapter 8: Painting

Anyway.

This experiment was generally successful.

"Master, what kind of exercise are you practicing, is it a defensive exercise?"

Ye Yang, who calmed down, finally reacted.

He thought that Ling Yu should have practiced some special exercises, otherwise it would be impossible for him to withstand his own punch with his cultivation.

Sure enough, he is not as simple as it seems.

Unexpectedly hidden strength.

Hypocritical adult man.

"You want to learn?"

Ling Yu calmed down the surging qi and blood, and pretended to be profound.

"Think, teach me."

Ye Yang looked at him like a child begging for candy.

"If you want to learn, you have to behave well, and being an apprentice is not that simple."

Ling Yu smiled indifferently, snickering in his heart.

Pretending to be successful.

"I understand, I understand."

Ye Yang nodded again and again, and hurriedly ran into the restaurant to give Ling Yusheng a bowl of porridge that was a little mushy.

Ling Yu came to the restaurant and shook his head as he looked at the two plates of jet-black dishes.

I'm afraid I can't eat this thing.

Let's barely drink the porridge.

"Why is the porridge also mushy?"

Ling Yu took a sip of porridge and looked at Ye Yang across the table with the thought of wanting to vomit.

"It's not the first time, you can try my fried food again."

Ye Yang smiled.

Ling Yu took a small piece of beans, looked at it for a while before putting it in his mouth, chewed it twice and spit it out.

"Is it really that unpalatable?"

Ye Yang also took a piece of beans, chewed it crunched, and said in a good way: "I think it's okay." ”

"I'm afraid you don't have a taste problem."

Ling Yu glanced at him, and said angrily: "It's fried, I put up with it, why is it so salty, doesn't salt cost money?"

Salty, I put up with it, why don't you put some dogwood, you don't know that no spicy dish is soulless.

I can bear it without dogwood, why don't I use chicken essence......"

"Chicken, chicken essence!?"

When Ye Yang heard this word, he was immediately shocked.

The gossip psychology of teenagers began to flood again.

Could it be that the ecstatic voice last night was not made by a female ghost, it was a chicken essence.

Or did the chicken essence become a chicken spirit ghost after he died?

It's exciting.

"Master, you raised a chicken essence, why don't you call the chicken essence to cook?"

Ye Yang asked tentatively.

"What chicken essence, I'm talking about a seasoning."

Ling Yu glared at him.

Don't look at this kid's pink, but he is full of sperm, and his thoughts are very bad.

"Chicken bouillon for seasoning?"

Ye Yang was even more confused, scratching the back of his head: "Master, your taste is quite unique, but this idea is very peculiar, killing the chicken essence and making it into a seasoning, it is exciting to think about it, ordinary chicken is very delicious, and the chicken essence meat should be even more delicious." ”

“……”

Ling Yu slapped one hand on his forehead, he didn't want to speak, and he was not in the mood to eat.

There is no seasoning in this world that can only be produced by modern industries, such as chicken essence and monosodium glutamate.

The chicken essence that Ling Yu said was made by himself, and the method was not complicated.

Cut the chicken into cubes, blanch and sauté dry.

Tear the chicken pieces again, chop them, fry them again, and chop them into powder again.

Although the chicken powder made in this way does not have the same strong taste as the essence of chicken, it is better than nothing, and adding a little more can also play a role in increasing the umami.

Dogwood is a spicy fruit in this world that can be used as an alternative to chili peppers.

Alas, it seems that if you want to eat a normal meal, you have to do it yourself.

This apprentice still has to be trained well.

Ling Yu exhaled and said seriously: "Let's not talk about the chicken essence, since you are already a disciple of my Rulong Sect, you are a member of the Rulong Sect, and the Rulong Sect is your home." ”

"I know this, don't worry, Master, I will work hard to cultivate and never embarrass the Rulong Sect."

Ye Yang swore an oath.

Ling Yu said seriously: "Let's not talk about cultivation first, I want to tell you that we are facing a major problem right now. ”

Ye Yang took over casually: "What's the problem?" ”

"I don't have any money, I have to find a way to make money, in vain."

Ling Yu said and looked at the storage ring on Ye Yang's left index finger.

"This storage ring was kept by my father, and I won't sell it if I kill it."

Ye Yang silently put his hand under the table, then looked at the huge wrench on Ling Yu's thumb, and asked with a smile, "Master, your wrench is so big, it must be very valuable, right?" ”

"Criminal, this finger is the inheritance of the sect, how can it be sold."

Ling Yu glared at the criminal.

So, the two poor men fell silent again.

After a while, Ling Yu got up: "I'll think of a way, you clean up the dishes and chopsticks, clean up and go to practice, don't slack off." ”

"Yes."

Ye Yang nodded.

Ling Yu returned to his mansion and wondered if he could take something out and pawn it.

But after walking around the house twice, I didn't find anything of value.

In addition to a few tables and chairs, there is also a bed, which is really a home with four walls.

But these tables and chairs are not worth a few dollars.

Painting +6......

Ling Yu suddenly thought that when Ye Yang broke through the cultivation last night, there were calligraphy and paintings in the system's rewards.

He just thought about it, and the prompt of "calligraphy and painting +6" appeared in his mind.

"Why don't you try drawing?"

Ling Yu muttered to himself, and immediately went to the study to find a large piece of white paper.

Pour the ink into the inkstone.

This world has ink, and there is no need to grind ink like in ancient China.

However, the paintings of the Great Zhou Kingdom are very similar to those of ancient China, mainly ink paintings, and the expression is more abstract and freehand.

It is difficult for people who have become accustomed to modern aesthetics to appreciate the value and significance of this style of painting.

Most of the paintings of the ancient Chinese were mainly abstract, and it was mainly a matter of cultural tradition.

When Western oil painting entered China, it was popular for a long time.

It shows that people's aesthetics still tend to be that kind of gorgeous and dazzling style, and the dialysis method with a sense of hierarchy is more likely to bring visual impact to people.

When Ling Yu was studying, he enrolled in a painting class and had an understanding of painting.

"Is it possible to have a combination of Chinese and Western?"

Ling Yu picked up his pen with curiosity......

He was just about to put pen to paper when a bold idea popped into his head.

Try using telekinesis to manipulate the brush.

While painting, I also trained my mind.

Thinking like this, Ling Yu let go of the brush.

Under the control of the mind, the brush floats in the air and begins to draw the first lines on the paper......

He now has 70+ telekinesis, and he is already comfortable controlling a brush.

In addition, he has learned painting himself, and with the blessing of the golden finger, his painting skills are more refined and proficient.

Half an hour later, a layered landscape painting appeared on the paper.

He painted the view of the Falling Moon Peak at dusk.

The sunset hung in the sky, and a full moon was revealed.

The full moon reflected red by the sunset is like a girl with a blushing face.

There was also a wild duck flying slowly over the Falling Moon Peak.

The duck came to life, as if it was about to leap out of the paper and fly outward.

In the distance, there is a river flowing from east to west.

The scenery is very beautiful and very meaningful.

"It's so beautiful, I'm a genius."

Ling Yu looked at his masterpiece and couldn't help but praise himself.

However, I always feel that there is still something missing.

"Let's stop writing poems."

Ling Yu stroked his chin with one hand and pondered for a long time.

He then used his mind to manipulate the brush to inscribe in the blank space.

Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together

Autumn water is a long day

……

Although there are only two sentences, these two sentences are placed in this painting, which is really appropriate for the occasion.

Poetry and painting are put together and complement each other.

Perfect!