In the next few days, Ye Xuan was very honest at home, and he didn't dare to make any more small moves, but painted in this house.

Yes, drawing.

Since he is disguised as a student of the Art College of Imperial Capital University, he always needs some skills, of course, he doesn't understand singing, dancing, acting, etc., but he is involved in painting.

I think that at the beginning, when he was in school, he taught himself to draw with his personal hobby, well, not sketches, oil paintings, etc., just random pictures and copying.

Although it doesn't sound high-minded, he still has a hand at copying paintings, but later he gave up because of his studies.

Of course, since he disguised himself as a student of the Emperor Art Academy in the Imperial Capital, Ye Xuan's painting could not be simply copied, but prepared a traditional Chinese painting technique - ink painting.

In ancient China, people who read books used a brush to write and read, and it is precisely because of this that ink painting was derived.

Chinese ink painting began in the Tang Dynasty, later became the Five Dynasties, flourished in the Song Dynasty, and flourished in Southeast Asia, with great artistic and cultural value.

In fact, Ye Xuan did not have any research on ink painting.

However, with his cultivation, these are not the same things, and he directly swept through the most famous ink paintings in the major Tibetan rooms with his divine thoughts, first copying, then blending and penetrating, and finally becoming a unique one.

The so-called technique into the Tao refers to the fact that after a certain skill reaches its peak, it goes further and comes into contact with the "Tao".

Painting skills are just one kind of skills.

And Ye Xuan has already attained the Tao, the so-called skill is actually just a trivial existence for him, and after the other hand, it will not take long for him to achieve many achievements that are difficult for the world to achieve.

At this time, Ye Xuan was standing in front of a table in the corner of the hall, holding a brush in his hand, and he was quickly splashing ink.

"That's it, call it a day!" He put the brush in his hand on the pen stand next to him, and looked at the painting he had just completed in less than ten minutes, and he couldn't help but smile on his face.

This painting looks very simple, on a low mountain, there is a square black tile house between the mountainside, the front and the back room, there is a stream flowing under the mountain, the mountains overlap in the distance, the clouds are ethereal, it looks like people are immersive, wonderful.

The layout of the whole painting is clearly layered, the atmosphere is vivid, even if it is a tile, a weed, a leaf, it seems to be clearly visible, the clouds are ethereal, it seems to be blown away by the wind at any time, and the stream is murmuring, as if the sound of water is near the ear.

If such a painting is seen by those who have studied ink painting, I am afraid that they will be overjoyed, and they will not hesitate to spend thousands of dollars on it.

Because this painting is no longer a technique of the Tao, but a manifestation of the Tao, even the most accomplished painters throughout the ages have not been able to paint this kind of painting.

It is hard to imagine that such a masterpiece of painting would appear in this ordinary mountain village, and it would take less than ten minutes to appear in this world.

Amazing!

No, this has gone beyond the so-called divine skill, and it is not something that mortals can snoop on.

In fact, when making this painting, Ye Xuan integrated some of his own state of mind, although he did not exert supernatural powers, but under the influence of his state of mind, even if he was a short-tempered person, in this painting, he would be calm, and even some people could be under the influence of this painting, enlighten the avenue, and embark on the road of cultivation.

"Well, yes, it took two days to finally draw something satisfying!" However, perhaps the value of this painting to others is immeasurable, but for Ye Xuan, it is just a casual acquisition, from having no foundation, to spending two days, and finally having results.

But he will not be complacent, because this is just a small path for him now, and his realm has already far exceeded this kind of way, so there is no need to care.

After painting this picture, Ye Xuan had no intention of continuing to do it, but began to pack up the things at home.

Although the house is not messy, but the grandfather is old after all, the house is also a little old, plus the grandfather often goes out to pick up garbage, and there is not much time to clean up the old house, so there are many places in the house are cobwebs, and there are also some sanitary dead corners with dirt, and there are also a few swallow nests on the eaves in front of the hall, and every day those swallows will pull the rake from top to bottom, making the ground white and black.

Ye Xuan had asked his grandfather before, why these swallows were so noisy, and they didn't pay attention to hygiene, so they didn't just get rid of their nests.

But Grandpa said that he was alone, too lonely, and with these swallows as companions, the house would not seem too empty.

Hearing his grandfather's words, Ye Xuan felt that his heart was a little sour, and he didn't know what to say.

With a sigh, Ye Xuan began to clean up, first finding a few cardboards to put on the wire, and putting them under the swallow's nest.

In this way, even if the swallow wants to excrete in the future, it will not fall to the ground again.

Then he picked up a broom and began to wake up the dirt on the ground, then took a mop and water to clean, and wiped the hall and walls with a rag.

Although these things, if Ye Xuan wanted to complete them as quickly as possible, he only needed one thought and less than a breath to complete them, but he didn't do it, he just used his own hands and feet to complete them little by little like an ordinary person.

In his opinion, these things are not a matter of cleaning up, but as a grandson, he has always wanted to do filial piety for his grandfather.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

Back then, before he grew up, his grandfather suddenly left the west, leaving him alone in this world.

If he hadn't been possessed by the system later, he wouldn't have achieved what he has today, not only did he stand out from everyone, but it was impossible for him to return here today and see his grandfather.

Sometimes, losing is more painful than not getting, because the loss was once there.

It is with this mood that Ye Xuan will think about it here, be by his grandfather's side, and accompany his old man as much as possible.

When there was movement at the gate outside the door again, Ye Xuan knew that this should be grandpa coming back, after yesterday's persuasion, Grandpa Ye finally agreed to ride the tricycle he bought to go out to pick up garbage, although it was just a small thing, but it made Ye Xuan quite happy.

Seeing his grandfather come back, Ye Xuan hurriedly stopped what he was doing, put the rag aside, and then went over to open the door and said with a smile, "Grandpa Ye, you're back!" ”

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