Lin Chaifeng's personality has always been very aggressive, and everyone in Lin Mansion is used to it, but with her roar.

For a while, all the painters in the entire Tianbo Water Pavilion looked up in astonishment, with strange faces.

What kind of tiger and wolf words are these?!

Is there such a humiliating thing?

Master Liu Qingyan's face was even redder, and the hand holding the pen was trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Qingyin was also screamed by this, and recovered from the shock of An Le's paintings, and hurriedly glared at Lin Chaifeng.

"Master Liu, don't be angry, this girl is talking nonsense."

Lin Qingyin apologized softly.

Liu Qingyan's face softened a lot, but his lips were still trembling, and his paintings were supported by countless oirans in the market, and it was the first time that he had been commented on like this.

Same as? This woman is so rude!

An Le also came back to his senses at this time, looked at Lin Qingyin and Lin Chaifeng beside him, and clasped his fists.

"You keep drawing, and you're done!"

Lin Chaifeng was excited at this time, urging An Le to continue painting.

Of course she knew she had said the wrong thing, but ...... Does it matter?

Then Liu Qingyan is angry when she is angry, what's wrong with her telling the truth?

Lin Chaifeng's identity in the Lin Mansion is different, although she is said to be a maid, she has no father or mother since she was a child, but because she has a talent for cultivation, she was admitted to the Lin Mansion, and grew up with several sons and nine sisters, and was regarded by the ladies as her own, practicing together, and her status was very high, and no one regarded her as a maid.

This also made Lin Chaifeng full of confidence, of course, the greater confidence was her cultivation and the burning stick in her hand.

Lin Qingyin also ignored Liu Qingyan anymore, because she also thought that in painting, An Le was better.

She looked at An Le with a look of surprise in her eyes.

An Le's painting is too real.

If it weren't for the black and white color, Lin Qingyin would almost be like Lin Chaifeng, thinking that Mrs. Hua was pressed in the painting.

Especially that look, Lin Qingyin's memorable eyes!

In those days when the uncle went on the expedition, the eyes of the eldest lady were like this, full of sadness, full of sorrow, a pair of eyes, full of worries and sorrows about sending her husband on the expedition.

And at this moment, this kind of gaze jumped on the paper, evoking Lin Qingyin's memory.

"It's so well drawn."

Lin whispered softly.

In the distance, Liu Qingyan only felt that these words were whipping him repeatedly, and his face became more and more unsightly.

However, he really didn't believe that An Le, a young painter who painted with charcoal, could surpass the craftsmanship he had been immersed in for decades.

"This painter was originally invited by Miss Lin, and Miss Lin naturally spoke for him."

Liu Qingyan snorted coldly, but he drew the painting in his hand more seriously.

An Le is also immersed in painting again, and the most important thing in realistic sketching is reality, that is, the image, the image must be like, and the god must be like.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, once the outline is in place, the highlights, lines, etc. are mastered, and the charm is there, which can basically be said to be a black and white photo.

Pick up the steamed bun as an eraser, wipe off the excess lines, gently rub the fingers, and the lines are rubbed apart to form a gradient of light tones.

An Le took a step back, his mind was withdrawn from the picture of observing the years, the whole person was a little tired, but there was excitement in his eyes.

In his past and present lives, this is his most proud work.

The flower lady on the paper sits on the chair of the Taishi, dressed in brocade clothes, holding tea in her palms, her eyebrows are full of sorrow, a pair of eyes, as if there is a story, looking at each other, vaguely seems to see the back of the man riding a horse and playing the flute slowly under the dark rain, on the ancient road.

The painting is sketched in lines, not cluttered, and even clear enough to catch a teardrop hanging from the eyelashes.

Mrs. Hua didn't know when, but she had already appeared behind An Le.

The lady looked at the painting in amazement.

The self in this painting reminded her of the melancholy self in the time when she said goodbye to her husband.

"That's ...... me"

Lady Flower murmured.

After a long time, Mrs. Hua withdrew her eyes and took a deep look at An Le, how could this young painter seem to have seen her farewell husband and grief to the extreme?

But this is clearly impossible.

Look at the age of this young man, at that time...... I haven't been reincarnated yet.

In other words, the boy found this emotion between her eyebrows and eyes, and drew this emotion?

"This kind of painting can be fake, it's very rare, it's good."

Madame Flowers did not hesitate to praise.

As soon as this praise came out, Tianbo Water Pavilion was in an uproar, and many painters showed unbelievable faces, and if they could be praised by Mrs. Hua, then this painting must be good.

Many painters walked out of the back of the case and moved behind An Le, their eyes falling on the painting.

At this glance, the painters were all silent.

Because...... This painting is too similar!

The near-life-size print on paper is unprecedented.

Many painters shook their heads and sighed, ashamed of themselves.

Lin Fu invited the painter this time, it is to paint for the sons who are about to go on the expedition, in order to leave a picture scroll, and then you can take out the painting and think about the person, what you want is the image, that is, to take a photo.

An Le's paintings do this perfectly, and in contrast, many painters suddenly feel that their paintings cannot be compared.

Master Liu Qingyan has finally finished painting.

The unbeliever walked over and his eyes fell on An Le's painting.

At this glance, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Like other painters, after a long silence, Master Liu silently rolled up his proud work.

"Painting with a brush is my traditional painting method."

Master Liu said stiffly.

"You old man, you have the hardest mouth all over your body? Isn't painting just drawing on paper? Who says you have to write a brush? Lin Chaifeng was not used to his stinky problems, so he opened up directly.

Master Liu was stunned for a while, and when he saw Lin Chaifeng, he thought of what this girl said before that he painted like.

"It's just a strange and clever skill, and it's hard to get into the hall of elegance."

Master Liu's heart was full of dissatisfaction, and he snorted with his sleeves.

Subsequently, he said goodbye to Mrs. Hua, Mrs. Hua glanced at Master Liu lightly, and the other painters saw that Master Liu was leaving, and they also followed, but Mrs. Hua did not stay, and asked her subordinates to disperse the carriage and horse fees for the painters, and sent them away from the Lin Mansion.

After a while, on the Tianbo Water Pavilion, the painters walked away, and everyone knew who the final candidate was.

An Le's lifelike painting made them self-aware.

Of course, many self-esteemed painters do not admit that An Le's painting is good, but An Le uses the side door to meet the requirements of the Lin Mansion.

As Master Liu said, it is still orthodox to paint with a brush in order to convince the public.

"What do you call Childe?" Mrs. Hua looked at An Le and said gently.

"Xiaosheng Anle, people from Chongzhou, come to Lin'an to participate in the Spring Festival." Introduce yourself.

When Mrs. Hua heard this, her eyes were suddenly surprised: "It turned out that he was still a young man, no wonder his painting skills are so skillful, and the person in the painting is almost alive." ”

"Gongzi An, since this is the case, I may have to trouble you to paint for my Lin Mansion sons."

An Le hugged his fists: "Xiaosheng must do his best." ”

Mrs. Hua continued to admire the painting and said softly: "This painting is very good, I like it very much, so give it to me, and I can give Gongzi An a gift back." ”

"This is not the labor fee for the sons to paint, it is an exchange between me and An Gongzi alone."

An Le was stunned when she heard this: "Mrs. Hua doesn't need to be like this, this painting was originally painted by Mrs., and Mrs. accepted it if she likes it." ”

Mrs. Hua waved her hand: "Don't be hypocritical, I don't accept benefits for nothing, this is the rule of the Lin Mansion." ”

"Silver taels, gold can be mentioned, I think this painting is worth it."

When An Le heard this, his eyes lit up, but he was no longer hypocritical.

He thought about it, clenched his fists again, and said: "Mrs. Hua, Xiaosheng was lucky to set foot in cultivation yesterday, but because he missed the cultivation of Mengxue, there is nowhere to get the advanced classics, and the future cultivation road is difficult to continue. ”

An Le's words fell, and everyone in the Tianbo Water Pavilion was quite surprised.

Lin Chaifeng and Lin Qingyin couldn't help but glance at An Le, but they didn't expect that this young man actually wanted to continue on the path of cultivation.

It is indeed too late for An Le to complete his spiritual enlightenment at this age, and his future cultivation will be difficult, and there is not much hope.

It is better to put your mind better on learning, and strive to try to be on the second list of Jinshi in the imperial examination.

Mrs. Hua's gaze fell on An Le, and she could naturally capture An Le's faint and pitiful aura.

It is indeed the first step into spiritual enlightenment.

However, Mrs. Hua suddenly remembered the moment when she looked at An Le's gaze before, and the unfazed Yuan Shen jumped slightly.

This young man......

Mrs. Hua smiled lightly, beckoned to An Le, and walked towards the main hall of the Water Pavilion.

After sitting on the chair dignified and elegant, Mrs. Hua also asked An Le to sit down and ordered someone to pour tea for An Le.

"How old is Gongzi An now?"

"Do you know the realm of cultivation?"

Madame Hua took a sip of tea and asked softly.

An Le Mo rubbed the celadon tea cup and said slowly: "I am eighteen years old, because I am immersed in hard study for the imperial examination, I missed the cultivation of Mengxue, and I don't know the realm of cultivation in the world. ”

The quiet sky waves and water pavilion, the young man's desire to seek the Tao is like a flat weed, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Hearing this, Mrs. Hua smiled softly.

"Since this is the case, then I will light a green lantern for Gongzi An's cultivation path."