Seeing the old man away, An Le slowly exhaled.

This old man who walked out of the Taimiao has a special identity, and he can wish for the Taimiao Temple, not to mention cultivation, his status alone is beyond his reach.

But An Le still rejected the old man's idea of exchanging paintings immediately, as the old man said, the gentleman renews his promise, and he promises a thousand gold, since he promised the Lin Mansion first, there is no reason not to go without taking leave.

The old man said that he would cover up the demonic qi that overflowed when he was quenching his body, which was naturally good for An Le, so An Le was quite grateful, otherwise it would be really troublesome to provoke the demon slayer.

There are demons in the world, and naturally there are demon subduers, and demon subduers are a general term, but most of them are cultivators.

There are many stories of demon subjugators recorded in the folk history of Dazhao, many demon subjugators are not divided into good demons and evil demons, as long as they are demons, they will be arrested, indiscriminately, and even if they hold things related to demons, they will also provoke the demon subduer to thunder.

Therefore, if the demonic qi is leaked when Anle is tempered, it will indeed be very troublesome to attract some unreasonable demon slayers.

Changed into a green coat that stained the pores on his body and shed blood, wearing a white shirt, he looked chic and handsome, and even added a bit of demonic energy to his body.

The courtyard was locked, and after leaving, he walked out of Taimiao Lane like a leisurely stroll.

Passing by the Taimiao, the closed magnificent building makes it difficult to see the furnishings and appearances therein.

An Le didn't look at it much, retracted his gaze, and stepped onto Qingbo Street in the direction of Jingjie, where the nobles' mansions were numerous.

Today, because of the demon jade, after practicing for a while, I shouldn't have time to go to the edge of the West Lake to get the wool of the fairy Yunrou, but there are many sons in the Lin Mansion, and An Le can get enough.

Arrived at Jingjie, stepped on the bluestone with the flat ground, recalled that he had been attacked here yesterday, and encountered Luo Qingchen's powerful oppression, An Le raised the corners of his lips, and silently put this matter in his heart.

Passing through the stone stele jade workshop in front of the Lin Mansion where the hundred officials passed by and had to get off the horse and walk, he lifted the knocker and knocked on the door, and a maid opened the door for him.

"Mr. An is here, please."

The petite maid, looking at An Le, who was becoming more and more handsome, blushed unconsciously, and carefully led the way in front of her, going to Yanwutang.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Chaifeng had been waiting in the martial arts hall for a long time, and when An Le came in white, he added a bit of bewitching face, so that the second daughter couldn't help but take a few more looks.

When An Le saw the second daughter, he couldn't help but smile, picked up the wool with his hand, and took two wisps of time from each of them.

Yesterday, the eighth prince Forestry who was conquered by An Le's retouching skills ran to say hello with a smile, and An Le also took away two wisps of time unceremoniously.

These three generations of sons of the Lin Mansion who are of the same generation as the ninth sister generally look like seven or eight wisps of age on their bodies, Lin Chaifeng is higher, there are more than a dozen wisps, and Lin Qingyin is not as good as Lin Chaifeng, only seven wisps.

An Le will come a few more times, and Lin Qingyin will be sucked dry.

However, there are simply a large number of sons, and they can still support Anle for a while.

Continuously extracted the energy of the years from the two sons, plus Lin Qingyin and Lin Chaifeng, a total of four people, and then reached the limit and could no longer be extracted.

And the eight wisps smoked are all gray years of gas.

It is indeed not so easy to produce the golden years qi that can condense the fruits of the years.

The two wisps of the qi of the years extracted from the woman's body in the morning, one wisp of the Dao Fruit, there was only one wisp left, plus the eight wisps of the account at the moment, and Anle's family foundation suddenly became solid.

An Le also estimated that now he is about ten wisps of age a day, which is the limit.

Maybe if you cultivate to the next level, you can learn more.

Take the charcoal strips, sharpen them, lay the paper, and start the task of painting for the sons in the Lin Mansion today.

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The sun is setting in the west, and the sun is shining all over the sky.

The willows on the side of the long street are still clinging, and the gentle breeze blows on the face, bringing a different kind of comfort.

An Le said goodbye to Lin Chaifeng and Lin Qingyin, and left the Lin Mansion, today, he failed to see Mrs. Hua.

Strolled down the long street, came to a restaurant, made a pot of old rice wine, and cut some pig's head meat and braised beef by the way.

Carrying wine and vegetables, bathing in the sunset, he walked towards the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane, which is also his temporary home in Lin'an Mansion now, and walked unhurriedly.

Back in the small courtyard, the old locust tree in the courtyard was lush with branches and leaves, rustling under the wind, An Le went to the nearby old well to fetch water, and after watering some water for the flowers and plants, he put the table in the courtyard and put the wine and food on the table.

The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique.

Night fell quietly, the moon hung in the sky, and the sky was full of stars.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the alley, and the old man in plain clothes held a framed picture scroll in one hand, and the other hand was behind him, stepping into the hospital without hurry, like an old friend coming as scheduled.

"Hahaha, I smell the wine from afar."

The old man smiled, sat on a chair in the courtyard, looked at the old rice wine that had already been heated on the table, and the pig's head meat on the plate, and the smile on his face became even worse.

Rice wine and side dishes are nothing to him, even if he can take more immortal wine to drink alone, but he has not sat with people like this for too long, drinking and eating vegetables, and his emotions are a little complicated for a while.

An Le poured rice wine for the old man, and said with a smile: "This is the old rice wine sold in a restaurant in Yanchunli, Yujie, I went to drink it with my friends, it was quite delicious, and I brought a pot to the seniors to taste. ”

The old man drank it all, squinted his eyes, and smashed his mouth.

"Good wine, with the taste of craftsmanship, good!"

The old man praised, and then exchanged the cups with An Le, three glasses of wine, the old man raised his eyebrows, took the picture scroll, and slowly spread it out.

"Xiaoyou, if you can enter the Lin Mansion as a painter, you must have some real talent and learning, come, let's appreciate the painting."

The old man laughed.

The candle flame is faint, illuminating the scroll.

The gaze falls on it, this is a painting of Gongbi bamboo, the picture scroll is painted with a color of bamboo, full of elegance.

An optimistic painting, vaguely, the mind is involuntarily mobilized, as if visualizing the "Sword Waterfall Map".

But it is not a meditation, not a meditation, just looking at the painting is tempting, which is enough to show the strangeness of this painting!

"Little friend, is this bamboo insect picture okay?"

The old man laughed.

An Le carefully appreciated and analyzed, and couldn't help but admire: "The shadow of the secluded fence, the double hook fills the color, flies with color, and paints the beetle, the lizard, all of which are depicted in detail, and the masterpiece of the bamboo is painted!" Everyone's work! ”

When the old man listens to An Le's comments, he knows that An Le understands painting, and those who know how to paint praise it differently.

I won't be like people who don't understand, I will only praise it, and the painting is good.

How can you not know how well you draw?!

The old man chuckled, poured a glass of rice wine, and drank it all, only to feel that the wine was sweet.

An Le continued to stare at the scroll, and the mind in his mind seemed to be growing while looking at the painting.

"Do you feel like your mind is growing? As a practitioner of my generation, painting is naturally not a random act of ink, but a coercion of the mind to make the painting more meaningful. ”

When the old man saw An Le's appearance, he smiled and said slowly: "Refining the gods, cultivating the mind, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, not only cultivates sentiment, but also strengthens the mind. ”

"Many people who refine gods are familiar with calligraphy and painting, and even as soon as a famous artist makes a move, a scroll of paintings is a rare magic weapon for refining gods."

The old man drank alcohol and ate food to popularize some knowledge for Anle.

"The old decay of this picture of bamboo insects is just painted with ordinary painting techniques, and it has not been integrated into the mind, but it is also a little miraculous, and it can be nourishing to look at."

An Le nodded, amazed, looking at this painting, he actually couldn't put it down.

The old man smiled and looked at An Le: "Xiaoyou can enter the Lin Mansion to paint, in fact, it is some luck, with the identity of the Lin Mansion, it is not difficult to invite a palace painter, but because of the intertwined forces behind the palace painters, the Lin Mansion has never been involved in the party struggle, so there is such a move to select the painter, so that Xiaoyou can enter the Lin Mansion." ”

"But Xiaoyou's painting can be appreciated by the old lady, it must be commendable, and the old man is looking forward to Xiaoyou's painting."

Hearing this, An Le got up and went into the house, took out a few sketches and handed them to the old man.

The old man took it, looked at it carefully, and a different color flashed in his eyes: "With charcoal as ink, this painting shows the truth and finds another way, which is commendable." ”

"If you are a painter, it is indeed more suitable than a white sketch of gongbi, no wonder Xiaoyou's ability to pressure many painters to enter the Lin Mansion."

For An Le's sketches, the old man still appreciates them.

The old man put down the painting, looked at An Le and said, "But the old man prefers to paint with wolf brushstrokes, I wonder if Xiaoyou can understand better?" ”

When An Le heard this, he immediately understood, the old man was taking the school exam, although he appreciated the sketching old man, but he didn't like it, if An Le could only sketch, then maybe today would be the last time the two of them drank and talked about painting.

An Le was not timid, and smiled: "The pen wolf splashes ink to paint, chic and wanton, and Xiaosheng naturally understands something." ”

When the old man heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

But seeing An Le get up, he picked up the candle flame and walked into the house: "The predecessor painted the brush bamboo, and the little student made ink and bamboo to respond." ”

Ink Bamboo ...... The old man's eyes flashed with doubt, picked up a pot of old rice wine, and followed An Le into the house.

In the house, Shengxuan is spread vertically on the table, and the ink is carefully polished, and the eyes are closed.

The old man poured himself a glass of rice wine, glanced at An Le, and wondered how the young man would draw bamboo.

Painting is quite time-consuming, is it a teenager to write at the moment?

If this was the case, the old man was a little disappointed.

And An Le didn't know what the old man was thinking at the moment, and in his mind, bamboo paintings naturally flashed one after another, and finally the bamboo wind of the bamboo painter surged in his heart.

Open your eyes, the pen wolf drank the ink, the scorched ink fell on the white rice paper, three or three two up, after a meal, and then again.

The main stem of the slender bamboo jumps on the paper, and then turns to the light ink pen, the same brushwork, the main stem of the slender bamboo, the pen is orderly, like the ink in the chest.

With scorched ink leaves, a flick of bamboo leaves will be formed, like a sword like a knife, two wolves, scorched ink and light ink are converted to each other, just a moment, there will be ink-colored bamboo and stone on the shengxuan.

The bamboo leaves have the sharpness of the sword, and the main trunk of the thin bamboo bears many bamboo leaves, standing on the rock, but it is long and straight, like the backbone of a gentleman!

A pair of ink-colored bamboo and stone pictures, it seems to have righteousness!

Traction of the mind is like destroying the stars and moving the bull fight!

An Le didn't seem to know that the old man was on the side, and then held the pen, Banqiao Bamboo took the Banqiao body to settle the money, and dyed the ink and diseased books.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax......"

The old man stared intently at the painting, and the pouring action was already frozen, and the wine flowed out of the glass.

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