When the second wisp of old qi was plucked from the girl chasing the wind, An Le's breathing couldn't help but be short.

Wrong!

According to his experience, this time of age, for one object, can only be once a day.

I've tried it on Yunrou Fairy before, but why can I pull out the second wisp today?

Is it the reason for the girl chasing the wind, or is it the reason why he is comfortable with himself?

The three provinces themselves, An Le suddenly thought that the only difference between him and the previous time when he was a white prostitute Yunrou fairy was that now he had set foot in the path of cultivation!

Maybe...... Cultivation is improved, can increase the number of times you extract the qi of the years every day?!

The more years you have, the easier it is for Anle to become stronger......

They complement each other.

As soon as my mind moved, the light curtain popped up.

[Name: An Le]

[Time gas: 3 wisps]

【Fruit of the Years and Years: Cultivation Genius (0/10)】

【Mastering the Exercise: Breath Induction and Breathing Recipe (1 Wisp)】

[Mastery Skill: Zhao Zu Changquan (Remnant) (1 wisp)]

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Above the light curtain, the energy of the years has increased to three wisps.

What makes An Le feel a pity is that the second wisp of the age qi extracted from the wind chasing girl is not the golden age qi, and it cannot be condensed into the Tao fruit of the years.

"Just enlightened? It was a lot late. "The girl chasing the wind doesn't know anything about An Le absorbing the qi of the years in her.

"It's not in the way, if you can set foot in practice, An will be satisfied." An Le replied with a smile.

"An Gongzi has a good attitude." The girl chasing the wind smiled brightly and straightforwardly: "My generation of monks, if they can all have such a mentality, there will not be so many people stuck in the bottleneck, because they can't break through, and the sword goes sideways, goes astray, falls into the devil's path, and buries the future and vitality." ”

"Practicing is not without risk."

The girl chasing the wind looked at An Le more and more pleasing to the eye.

The two walked all the way along the bluestone road of the Lin Mansion, passing one courtyard house after another.

Many people in the house saw the girl chasing the wind, they all put down the things in their hands and saluted respectfully, although this girl chasing the wind was a maid, but her status in the Lin Mansion was obviously very high.

The girl chasing the wind came to the reception hall with peace and happiness, and she could see many figures gathering in the hall from a distance.

"Gongzi An, it's here."

"You are the last painter, and now there are thirty painters gathered in the Lin Mansion, all of whom are well-known in Lin'an Mansion."

The wind-chasing girl pointed to the middle hall in front of her and smiled at An Le.

"There are so many artists invited...... Don't know what to do? An Le asked curiously.

The wind-chasing girl glanced at An Le's handsome side face, but she didn't hide it: "Anyway, you'll know soon, so it's okay to talk to you." ”

"This invitation to the painter is mainly for the upcoming Lin Mansion sons to paint, the order is the old lady's order, you also know the style of the Lin Mansion, just like the old Linggong, loyal and courageous, once on the battlefield, it is gambling on the glory of the Lin Mansion to fight, only in the eyes of the enemy, in order to exchange for the eight treasures of the heavy eaves dripping water Tianbo Building and the stone stele jade workshop."

"Lao Linggong died in battle before, the seven sons of the Lin family, three were killed in battle, the eldest prince died in battle, the second master and the third master are even more bones, the old lady is approaching, more and more nostalgic, I can't bear to forget the faces of the children and grandchildren who died in the war in the future, so I invite the painter to paint, just to leave a memory."

The Wind Chasing Girl spoke, her voice a little lower, and her mood was low.

An Le heard the words, but also silence.

Painting to see off, just so that the old people in the house can look at the painting and remember people, so that in the future, even the faces of the sons and daughters will be forgotten due to vague memories, this loyalty is moving.

"An will definitely do his best." An Le said seriously.

The wind-chasing girl collected her emotions and glanced at An Le with a grin: "You stand out from these many painters first." ”

"Your way of drawing, the ninth sister was very surprised, so Huang Zhutou searched for your traces, you don't want to disappoint the ninth sister."

An Le bowed his hands and looked solemn.

Subsequently, under the leadership of the wind-chasing girl, he stepped into the middle hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, many eyes swept like needles, and there were many people in the hall, all of whom looked like Confucian students, and their ages fluctuated greatly.

After all, they are all competitors, and everyone knows that if the painting can satisfy the old lady Yu of the Lin Mansion, it will be indispensable.

Therefore, An Le, a new competitor, naturally has no good face.

Anle was the last to come, and his location was close to the door.

After the girl chasing the wind settled Anle, she entered the front of the hall, sat down next to a delicate woman, and Anle's eyes swept over, and she saw that this woman had a pair of willow eyebrows, gentle as water, and her face was slightly powdered, which was amazing.

However, An Le just glanced at it, then turned his gaze away, scanning the entire hall, and his heart suddenly fluctuated, and there was only one thought left......

Is this paradise?

The years are too angry!

even blinded him like a mess.

Especially in the place close to the high hall, almost everyone has the interweaving of the qi of the years, at least ten wisps of start......

There are many, just like the noble lady who sits on the main seat and is gorgeously dressed, and her body is wrapped with the breath of time, about a hundred wisps.

An Le looked at the noble lady, his heart moved, and he had a little difficulty absorbing a wisp of the qi of the years, however, he had just withdrawn the qi of the years from the noble lady.

The noble lady looked at her, her eyes were deep, like waves in the sea, so that An Le had a great pressure for a moment, like a thorn in the back.

The noble woman sitting on the main seat frowned slightly, feeling a little strange, and when she met the young man's gaze, her calm spirit couldn't help jumping.

However, the young man's aura was weak, and his cultivation was uncheckable, so the noble lady had no idea of exploring, and said softly: "All the painters, you all know the reason why my Lin Mansion invited you to come, right?" ”

"The sons of the Lin Mansion are about to go on the expedition, I hope that your paintings can leave the faces of the sons, so that I can wait for the women to have a souvenir in the mansion, and I can see the paintings and people in my spare time."

"Mrs. Hua rest assured, we will definitely do our best to paint skills, in fact, Mrs. Hua can invite the old man to come, the old man has been immersed in painting for decades, and he has a deep experience, so there is no need to spend so much time." An old painter, with a beard.

Mrs. Hua chuckled: "Master Liu Qingyan is a famous painter in Lin'an, but painting for the sons this time is a big matter, so you have to be more serious." ”

"If the painting is good, the Lin Mansion will be grateful."

Mrs. Hua sat on a sandalwood chair, her face was beautiful, her eyebrows were curved, and her temperament was a little unfathomable.

She glanced at the painters, and said with a gentle smile: "Then you will move to the Tianbo Water Pavilion, I have arranged for someone to set up the tables, chairs and the four treasures of the study there, and there is only one painter who can stay, I hope you will do your best." ”

After the words were finished, Mrs. Hua got up and took the lead in walking towards the water pavilion with the people of the Lin Mansion.

The painters followed, and An Le saw that the noble lady did not pursue it, exhaled slightly, like a little transparent, and followed the crowd with the crowd.

The water pavilion is located behind the Tianbo Building, built next to the big pond in the house, faces the water on three sides, the swimming fish in the pond are like clusters of flowers, on the opposite side of the water pavilion, it is the eight treasures heavy eaves dripping water Tianbo Building, you can enjoy the atmosphere of the Tianbo Building, the scenery is unique.

In the empty space on the flat ground of the water pavilion, there are thirty table cases, and the four treasures of the study room on the table are all placed, obviously prepared for a long time.

The painters have found the table in place, or polishing the ink, or pondering, or caressing the paper.

Madame Hua sat in the main hall of the water pavilion, a position where you could see the painters painting in the open space.

Suddenly, Mrs. Hua raised her eyebrows and saw the end of the table, and a young man raised his hand.

It was the boy who made Mrs. Hua's previous spirit move slightly.

"What's the matter, Childe, please tell me." Mrs. Hua said softly, and her voice was clearly transmitted to An Le's ears from afar.

Hearing this, An Le took a deep breath: "Madam, the painting tools are a little different, you need a pair of wooden shelves, a few thick pieces of paper, a little charcoal, a knife, and a white steamed bun." ”

What kind of weird requirement is this?

Mrs. Hua was stunned, and the painters present also looked strange.

The master called Liu Qingyan sneered: "Painting with charcoal? Unreasonable nonsense! Young people only know how to grandstand, which is ridiculous. ”

How does charcoal compare to a brush? How can the paintings that you have made be eye-catching?

Many artists also chuckled and shook their heads, disdainful.

An Le's face did not change.

In the main hall of the Water Pavilion, the ninth sister Lin Qingyin slowly got up: "Sister-in-law, this young painter was invited by me, his paintings are indeed different from ordinary people, but they are real, and the people in the paintings are like jumping on paper." ”

"Since it's a painter invited by the ninth sister, it naturally doesn't hurt to ask for it." Mrs. Hua doted on the ninth sister, and then sent someone down to prepare.

In a few moments, everything needed for happiness was ready.

After Mrs. Hua and the others prepared the tools for An Le, they picked up the celadon cup on the table, took a sip of warm tea, and said lightly: "Since you are ready, you can start painting." ”

"I'll sit here, and you'll paint me."

Mrs. Flower's words fell.

The painters below were all in turmoil, their faces flushed, and their pens trembled.

What is the identity of Mrs. Hua, she is the wife of the eldest prince of Lin Mansion, the eldest prince has long been crowned marquis, and Mrs. Hua is even more ordered by the emperor to be a product, and her identity is extremely noble.

It is a great honor to paint Mrs. Hua, but it also makes the painters feel like a mountain of pressure.

After a half-mutter, the painters grabbed their brushes, drank their fill, and began to draw lines on top of the ripe xuan.

Painters paint people, most of them are outlined with fine brushwork, raw rice paper absorbs water and is easy to diffuse, suitable for freehand, familiar Xuan does not absorb water, and can be applied to white drawing.

The water pavilion is quiet, and the murmuring sound of flowing water is crisp and pleasant.

The painters hold the pen and drop the paper, and the sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper is like a slight breeze in the bamboo sea.

An Le is still standing in place, painting figures, in addition to the importance of form, the charm is more important, and capturing this charm is the key to the sublimation of the painting.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly raised his head, and his eyes fell on the graceful and luxurious, glamorous and compelling lady.

Suddenly, his eyes slightly closed.

He may have a better way of contemplating Shen Yun than others.

The mind moved.

A wisp of the years that had been taken from Mrs. Hua with difficulty before came to mind.

I look at Shen Yun from the years!

But I saw that the atmosphere of the years was not an ordinary gray atmosphere of the years, blooming golden, like a column of incense burning, and the picture slowly appeared like rippling water.