Qingyuan City is like a pearl, embedded in the vast wilderness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe streets of the city are densely populated with houses and people. Outside the city, it is wilderness and inaccessible. Such contrasts create a unique landscape.

The shops on both sides of the street shouted and shouted loudly, and the noise was carried from the city gate to the end of the city.

Someone came from afar, looking weird. He held a five-foot wooden stick in his hand, and the wooden stick had a vertical banner of white cloth, on which the dragons flew and the phoenix danced, and the four big characters of the black brush 'I am a great painter' were written in a dashing manner, and a wooden board was sandwiched under his arm, and dozens of pieces of rice paper were held in his big hand under the wooden board.

To say that this person is strange is not to say that he is plainly dressed and has a plain appearance, but to refer to the black calligraphy on the vertical panel.

Some people cast curious eyes, at first glance, they thought that there was a fortune teller in the east, holding dozens of pieces of rice paper in his hand, and only after a closer look did he realize that he was a calligrapher and painter.

But if you are familiar with it, you will find that this young man with a wooden stick will appear at a stall somewhere every once in a while, and he will not be curious.

Zhang Cheng finally found a place, and then divided the wooden board in his hand into two halves and spread it out, half of which was set up into a square table, and the other half into a stool. And he put the sticks upright beside him.

Just now when I sat down, a woman walked over and asked, "Fortune teller, my toddler has been crying at night recently, dare to ask what's going on?"

"If you want to cure a child's crying, you have to find a doctor from the Medicine Spirit Pavilion, I am a painter. Zhang Cheng smiled faintly, then grabbed a piece of rice paper and flattened it, and put the brush away.

The woman had no choice but to leave.

I don't know how many times this kind of thing has happened, Zhang Chengdu replied with a smile on his face.

"Come and see, I'm a great painter, and if you need self-portraits or landscape paintings, you can come to me. ”

"I don't know how to learn, but I can sketch, abstract, sketch, etc., and of course, if the neighbor needs color, oil painting, etc., then I have to book it!"

The strange shouting suddenly attracted a group of onlookers, who soon surrounded Zhang Bao.

One of them, not knowing why, asked, "I said, fortune teller, what does this sketch mean by color, why haven't I heard of it?"

Zhang Cheng explained: "I'm a painter, not a fortune teller! Since you asked, then I'll give you a sketch for free, and you can stand still and pose still." ”

The man was suspicious, but he did so, and then pointed to the sun and squatted again.

The rest of the people looked at this and began to talk about it.

Taking out a swarthy carbon ore from his coat pocket, Zhang Cheng straightened the rice paper again, then glanced at the people posing a few times, and then used the carbon ore to outline on the rice paper.

After a while, the portrait under Zhang Cheng's hand had taken shape, he smiled toothily, raised the rice paper and handed it to the man: "The painting is complete, take a look, this is you?"

The man took the rice paper, looked at it carefully, and looked at it again.

The person standing next to him was curious to look closer, and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God! The person in this painting is exactly like him!"

"Impossible, where am I so ugly! These people must be Tuo, you all come and see, where am I so ugly?" The man's face turned red, pointing at the person who had just spoken, refusing to admit that he was ugly, and glancing at Zhang Cheng with a cold gaze.

The rest of the people took the rice paper and looked at it, and their faces were full of shock as the person they had seen before: "It's exactly the same, how is this possible, even the pockmarks on the face are drawn." ”

"It's not, it's nothing, pockmarks can be lit, but cross-eyed, crooked nose is painted vividly. ”

"No, I'll have to draw one too. Fortune teller...... No, it's a great painter, can you paint one for me? I'll bring my family over later, and I can give you money. ”

"Get out of here, I want it too! I'm standing in front, I must have drawn me first. What's your little money? It's a lot of money. ”

“......”

These people don't know, because there has never been such a profession as a painter in this world, but they still know those who hold a spiritual brush, after all, a spiritual painter is respected by the world, and there are very few people who can become a spiritual painter.

For a while, the city's citizens competed for each other, and instantly attracted many pedestrians, of course, among these people, there were also a few days ago, half a month ago, or even a few months ago, they all begged for paintings in Zhang Cheng's hands.

Zhang Cheng was very busy, his pockets were getting thicker and thicker, these skills taught by the master were really useful, not only could he use the painting spirit pen to draw the spirit, but also paint portraits for others.

He wiped his sweat and didn't stop until he used up all the rice paper, then he exhaled, hugged his fists at everyone and said, "I'll draw here today, if I have the opportunity to meet in the future, I will draw again." He put away his stalls, and as he had been when he had come here, he set up a plank, picked up a stick, and walked away into the distance.

Those who got the portrait of Zhang Cheng were ecstatic, but those who had not yet had time to ask for a painting were discouraged and secretly said that they were unlucky, and if they could get a painting from the master and sell it at that time, they would definitely make a lot of money.

However, they all looked at Zhang Cheng's back at the same time, looking forward to meeting the great painter again one day.

Time passed, and darkness came.

Zhang Cheng painted portraits for others during the day, and after making money, he bought materials for painting spirits, and began to paint spirits when night fell.

The silver moonlight shone on a low house with open windows, Zhang Cheng took a stone the size of a bead and leaned in front of the candlelight to take a closer look, shook his head dissatisfied, and reached out to grab a colorful strange pen on the table.

After thinking about it, he was just about to put pen to paper, but he hesitated, he knew that if he failed this time, then he would be penniless again.

At this time, Zhang Cheng had already urged spiritual power to be injected into the strange pen in the shape of a brush, and then used the tip of the pen to stick the special liquid on the table.

After the pen was put down in an instant, all the liquid was sucked clean by the tip of the pen, and there was not a drop left.

With a 'bang', the light in the room shone brightly, flickering, and shining brightly.

From the strange tip of the brush shape, a light mist drifted out strangely, and the milky white thin mist was dispersed at first, like water ripples rippling in the air, turning in a circle and suddenly gathering the tip of the pen again.

Zhang Cheng picked up the strange pen and drew a few times in the air, and the thin energy at the tip of the pen was also brought out, and the faster the drawing speed became, and at the same time, the thin milky white energy of the tip of the pen was also changing, showing dense lines in the air, complex and staggered.

As long as you look closely, you will find that there is a faint image in the dense lines in the air, inside is a humanoid shape, with four corners on the top of the head, a hairy tail on the hips, and the strangest thing is that this humanoid form composed of lines is actually beating.

Zhang Cheng's painting is one of the types of 'beast skills' used by the phantom master when he transforms all things.

However, this is only in the stage of painting spirits, through their own spiritual power to gather the tip of the pen, and then glue the liquid made of special painting spirit materials, and then draw the lines, it looks simple, but in fact, otherwise, as long as the lines inside are slightly wrong, it will fail.

For Zhang Cheng, painting the spirit is nothing, only entering the spirit is the most difficult step.

The so-called spirit is to compress the drawn pattern and then forcibly inject it into the stone the size of a bead that Zhang Cheng was holding before, and this special ore is called 'energy storage stone'.

The natural spirit stone is like a lake full of floods, and there is a danger of flooding at any time. After the painter passes through the painting, it is like a dam that turns a lake into a reservoir - thus turning waste into treasure.

Zhang Cheng's face condensed slightly, and he burst into applause, and the colorful painting spirit pen was thrown out by him, and it was waved in the air in a dashing manner.

At this moment, the graphic light in the air appeared again, showing seven colors, brilliant colors. Later, it erupted like a charcoal-grilled piece of iron, which was hot and red.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng was shocked, and hurriedly bit the spirit pen in his mouth, and then waved it out with his big hand, forcibly condensing the aerial image into a ball, and then wanted to introduce it into the energy storage stone.

It's also strange to say, generally speaking, the image changes from colorful at first, then to irritable, to scorching red, and then to mild, so that the energy of the texture can be channeled into the energy storage stone, and then the spirit can be painted.

This is the most critical step, and then Zhang Cheng is good, but it is retrograde, and before the energy becomes mild, the energy is directly compressed and forcibly introduced into the energy storage stone.

Zhang Cheng was sweating profusely at this time, and a ball appeared between the palms of his two hands, and the sphere where the energy gathered together was formed by compressing the previous image lines.

Suddenly, the energy storage stone floated strangely in front of Zhang Cheng's eyes, he saw this situation, without saying a word, and directly combined the energy sphere and the energy storage stone into one, only after the complete fusion, it can be regarded as a success.

Time flew by, the wax torch on the table burned out, and Zhang Cheng wiped the sweat drops on his forehead. "It's a shame that it's still one line short. ”

Twice, dozens of times, every time I failed!

Endless failure seems to have fallen into a bottomless pit, making people unable to see hope! How many people in the world persist like Zhang Cheng?

As always, the purchase of painting spirit materials and depicting skills ended in failure, and the purchase of painting spirit materials and portrayal skills still ended in failure.

The energy storage stone in his hand was thrown into the waste pile in the corner of the house, Zhang Cheng paced in place and let out a sigh, and after a while, a trace of brightness appeared in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Miao'er, I won't let you down." "Clenched his fists, his words were unusually resolute.

Suddenly, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house: "Boy of the Zhang family, the deadline is approaching! If you don't pay the rent again, if you are driven away at that time, don't say that Wang San is unsympathetic." ”

"Uncle Wang, can you give me some more time? I only need ten days, and if I don't hand over the money to you by then, I don't need you to rush, I'll leave by myself." The belongings in my house will be given to you as the rent. Zhang Cheng's words were sincere and slightly pleading, and he stepped forward a few steps, wanting to open the door and lead the landlord Wang San into the house.

The old wooden door 'creak' was pushed open by Zhang Cheng from the inside, the moonlight just hit his cheeks, his appearance was not outstanding, and he was not ugly, his thin body looked like he was about to fall in the wind, but there was a perseverance temperament between his eyebrows.

"I advise you to give up, you don't have the talent to become a spirit painter. Wang San glanced at the abandoned pile in the corner of the house, the flat fat on his face was crowded together, a little ugly, and when he saw Zhang Cheng, he made jokes.

"My master once said that the phantom master can change, but the skill must be carved by the spirit painter in order to lead to the path of the strong!"

"It's your imaginary master again, you boast that you have a master, but you actually said that your master is from Emperor Qiu, you tell me, what the hell is Emperor Qiu?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng dumbfounded, Wang San sneered strangely, this Zhang Cheng was picked up by Miao Er from the street many years ago, but this person likes to brag on weekdays, saying that he comes from a big mountain, you must know that Qingyuan City is surrounded by boundless barrenness, and there is a forbidden land inside the barrenness, where did the big mountain come from? And what the hell is that emperor ball?

Hearing Wang San mention his master again, Zhang Cheng was sad: "I don't know where the emperor ball is, but the master and I have made an agreement, although he has missed the appointment for many years!"

Wang San was slightly stunned when he heard this, shook his head, and Zhang Cheng was talking nonsense again, although this Zhang Cheng was picked up by Miao'er, but he had to be self-reliant, and he had to pay the rent every month, he didn't believe it at the time, since he saw him draw a few pictures, he had to admire. He still has that capital and is self-reliant.

"Li Yi, the young master of the City Lord's Mansion, let me bring you a word, tomorrow at noon, there will be flying ants pouring out from the periphery of the forbidden land. ”

After saying this, Wang San turned around and left, and when he left, he threw out a sentence: "The Chen family came to propose marriage again today, and I have promised to marry Miao Er to the young master of the Chen family on the fifteenth day of next month." ”

Walking on the quiet path, Wang San never felt that Zhang Cheng's son could become the supreme painter, if he had good luck for a while, let alone marry Miao'er to him, even if he let his family call him grandpa?

But this kind of thing is impossible, fifteen is a good day for my Miao's wedding!

"It's just that my stupid Miao'er doesn't know which tendon she has committed, and the people who came to propose marriage have lined up in a long line, including in addition to the rich son, there are also young talents, and there are also some young masters of big families, she is good, these people don't look down on it, if you don't fall in love with this Zhang Cheng, I really don't know what is good about this Zhang Cheng, except for being able to draw. Wang San shook his head and sighed, the idea he had born before was too unbelievable, this was simply impossible!

Zhang Cheng in the house took out an embroidered handkerchief from his coat pocket, and when he sniffed it, there was still a faint woman's body fragrance on it.

The handkerchief is fragrant and refreshing, but Zhang Cheng's mood instantly fell into a trough, the most difficult to accept the grace of the beauty, he is now unable to protect food and clothing, how can he be worthy of this affection?

"I will never let Miao Er marry someone else, unless I step on my corpse!" Zhang Cheng's face was fierce, and his fist slammed on the wooden door, and suddenly the wooden door trembled violently, and a hole was smashed out by the fist, and the sawdust pierced the skin and splashed blood, and he didn't know it.

"The money obtained from the portrait of people, barely buying some ordinary materials, and making a living, it seems that the only way to do it tomorrow at noon, by killing the flying ants, obtaining the wings of this insect beast, in exchange for some money, and then make plans. Zhang Cheng smiled bitterly, very self-deprecating, Miao Er was in love with her, but she couldn't give her happiness.