"What's going on?"

Jiang Yi wondered, if he painted according to the memories in his mind, why did the painting this time have no rhyme? Feng Luan next to him was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses: "Childe, I remember that you originally closed your eyes when you painted. ”

"With your eyes closed? Oh yes, I was in a state of unity between heaven and man. ”

Jiang Yi patted his head and threw the painting aside, Qingyu quickly replaced it with another piece of rice paper, Jiang Yi entered the state of unity of heaven and man, this time the painting was relatively slow, and he was engrossed in recalling the Dao rhyme in Lei Mountain and Lei Mountain, and painted with his heart.

This time he painted a little better than the last time, at least he could barely recognize that this was a landscape painting, there were endless sea areas, long islands, rolling thunder mountains, ten thunder mountains, a thunderbolt in the sky, and thunder and fire surrounded by thunder and fire outside the thunder mountains...

Of course, Jiang Yi's painting skills still dare not compliment, painting mountains is not mountains, painting water is not water, painting thunder and lightning like chicken paw prints......

"Sister, how's it going?"

After Jiang Yi finished his last stroke, Qingyu asked nervously and softly. Feng Luan frowned, his eyes were full of confusion, he shook his head and said: "It's useless, there is no rhyme in this painting, it can't lead people to reverie and touch the heart, this is not a heavenly painting." ”

Jiang Yi was disappointed when he opened his eyes, originally he thought that he had a skill to make a lot of money, but now it seems that the original painting was just obtained by chance, and now he deliberately paints it, but he can't paint the essence, and he can't engrave the Dao Yun on it.

They are still two or three hundred million Heavenly Stones now, and if they go out to hunt the mountain bandits, they can easily exterminate them with the help of the Thunder Fire Mountain Bandits. But what if you encounter a large army of bandits? And if you go out to fight, what if you let people escape? What if there happens to be a strong man nearby? Isn't it exposed all at once. At that time, Lu Lin will definitely make a secret layout, and they will be in danger.

"Draw again!"

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, regardless of it, he was completely silent in painting, he didn't care whether the final finished painting was a heavenly painting, and after painting a piece of white paper, he didn't stop painting for two hours and dozens of paintings.

He opened his eyes and looked at Feng Luan, but what he saw was still a pair of gloomy eyes, he threw the pen away, and said angrily: "Don't draw anymore." ”

Feng Luan motioned for Qingyu to clean up, made a cup of tea for Jiang Yi and said, "Don't be discouraged, Childe, since you can make a heavenly painting, you will definitely have a chance to draw a heavenly painting again." It's better than this...... From today onwards, I will teach my son to paint for half a day every day, and the rest of the time my son will go to practice, let's experiment for a month, if it still doesn't work, how about giving up?"

"Okay!"

Jiang Yi thought that the Dao pattern fusion had also fallen into a bottleneck recently, and it was useless to forcibly cultivate, so it was better to transform his thinking, cultivate his Yuan Force, comprehend witchcraft, and learn to paint every day, maybe he would suddenly have an epiphany.

It's only been five months, and it's not necessarily safe to go out now, and it's very likely that Lu Lin is still sending someone to secretly investigate their whereabouts. Jiang Yi asked Qian Wanguan to continue to go back to comprehend the fragments of the soul Dao pattern, and after drinking a cup of tea, he got up and said, "Okay, Feng'er, you can teach me to paint." ”

"Good!"

Feng Luan nodded in response, she didn't get up, but sat down and said, "If you want to learn painting, you must first understand some basic knowledge. The first is the type of painting, our Fengming Continent divides the painting into ink painting, that is, the son just painted with an ink pen, and there is also a pastel painting, which needs to be painted with gouache, and there will be colorful and bright colors. In addition, there are clay paintings, simple paintings, embroidery paintings, carving paintings, and so on. Son...... You don't have to learn that complicated, just concentrate on ink painting. ”

"In addition, there are types of paintings, including landscape paintings, figure paintings, birds, fish, insects and beasts, boundary paintings, hazy paintings, etc., and the painters who have just started to learn from landscape paintings, which are relatively easy to learn. ”

"The third is the painting skills, the painting skills have splashed ink, brushwork, sketching, freehand, the law, white drawing, boneless, finger painting, etc., and so on will Gongzi first see me paint, I will explain to you in detail, the basic things I can take you to get started, but the master brought into the door, practice depends on the individual, what level of child's painting skills have reached, it depends on your understanding and hard work......"

Feng Luan is barely considered to be everyone in the calligraphy and painting world, and many things come as soon as he opens his mouth, and Jiang Yi listens to it for a while. Fortunately, Feng Luan is a good master, she just briefly described some basic knowledge, and then got up to paint, teaching while drawing, in simple terms, so that Jiang Yi learned a lot easier.

For a whole day, Jiang Yi didn't start his pen, just watched Feng Luan paint slowly, explaining little by little, and when it was dark outside, he finally understood some basic knowledge.

He tried to make a few paintings, and the level really grew slowly, Lei Mountain was no longer crooked, Lei Ling was also the same, and the thunder and lightning in the sky no longer looked like chicken paw prints.

"Childe has a good understanding, perseverance must be a master in the calligraphy and painting industry, and becoming the emperor of painting is just around the corner. ”

Feng Luan nodded slightly, Jiang Yi laughed, threw the pen and stretched his waist and said, "Okay, that's all for today, I think it's going to practice or going... Continue to work on our new moves?"

"If you don't come, people won't come. ”

Seeing Jiang Yi's gaze sweeping over, Qingyu's delicate body trembled and hurriedly fled, Feng Luan's face also changed, one hand was attached to his plump buttocks, he rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Childe, you are too bad, you should go to cultivate, it still hurts there..."

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Yi looked up to the sky and laughed and went into the room to cultivate, this time he didn't go to fuse the Dao pattern, but while cultivating Yuan Li, he also comprehended witchcraft, so that his thinking could be transformed, otherwise he would be in trouble if he got into the tip of the horns and couldn't get out.

After practicing all night, Jiang Yi went out of the customs the next afternoon, and learned to paint with Feng Luan again. He was going to spend a month to see if he could make another celestial painting, and once he could draw a large number of celestial paintings, he wouldn't have to risk hunting the bandits.

It's a pity that half a month later, Jiang Yi's level of painting has improved a lot, Feng Luan said that he can reach the level of a painter, which can be described as a rapid progress, but he has never painted a heavenly painting again.

Jiang Yi was a little disappointed, but Feng Luan and Qingyu continued to encourage Jiang Yi. Feng Luan did not hesitate to **** Jiang Yi, promising that if Jiang Yi could make another heavenly painting, he would be able to satisfy him with any posture and move. Feng Luan is not as unrestrained as a herring, she has always been very conservative, and as soon as she said this, Jiang Yi was like a chicken blood, full of momentum.

As time passed, the outside world became more and more calm, Lu Lin seemed to have forgotten about the matter, the mountain bandit army that chased Jiang Yi no longer paid attention, the Hongjia Li family also seemed to have given up, and the sons of the rest of the super families ignored it completely.

A month later!

Jiang Yi threw away the pen in his hand, and said angrily: "If you don't paint, even if you become the king of painting, what will you do? A painting can't be sold for tens of thousands of heavenly stones, it's a waste of time!"

Feng Luan was silent, and Qingyu silently cleaned up, Jiang Yi's painting skills have improved rapidly in the past month, but there is still a gap from Feng Luan's level. This thing was not made overnight, and the most important thing was that he had painted at least tens of thousands of paintings, and he had not drawn a single painting of the sky, as if the painting of the day that was drawn was really just a chance of a skillful hand.