Ink painting, as an old man immersed in painting, naturally knows.

However, since ancient times, bamboo painting has been based on the fine brush painting method, which is so fine that the outline of the line on a bamboo leaf has to be carefully carved.

But who would have thought that bamboo could be painted so freehand, so chic, and so ...... Uninhibited!

Ye is like a swordsman with a sword, and the rod is like a gentleman's backbone!

Although it is not realistic, the intersection of burnt ink and light ink echoes each other, and the layering formed is actually to make this ink bamboo and stone picture lifelike, like a breeze blowing, and the slender bamboo pole swaying slightly, but it still stands proudly and out of the dust!

A new way to draw bamboo!

The old man suddenly came back to his senses, and glanced at the old rice wine that kept overflowing the cups due to the gaffe, but the old man was satisfied.

"What an ink painting of bamboo and stone!"

"This trip to drink, drink very happily!"

The old man drank the already cold rice wine in one gulp, and the wine entered his throat and stained his beard, but it made him happy!

At this moment, An Le has fallen into a peculiar state.

Outside the window, the starry sky sprinkled with brilliance, draped like a light veil on An Le's body.

The young man held the pen and stood still in place, but in his mind, his mind seemed to be boiling.

At this moment, the power of the mind tempered in "Sword Waterfall" seems to reflect each other with every bamboo leaf in the ink bamboo and stone drawing, and there is a faint trace of sharp sword intent condensed from the painting!

With this intention, An Le only felt that the speed of refining and visualizing was greatly increased!

[Sword Dancer] Dao Guo played a great role at this moment, and there seemed to be sword intent overflowing into the painting, making An Le's understanding of "Sword Waterfall" achieve a leap.

The mind is growing at a very impressive rate!

In the Mud Pill Palace, the vague little sword began to gradually solidify and take shape!

In the end, the sonorous accompaniment, the sword light is pervasive!

And the state of mind of Anle is also a new realm, the five senses are enhanced, and even without breathing through the mouth and nose, it can capture the aura between heaven and earth.

Fetal breath is the heart to live and return to the origin, which means the fetus, it is the state where the heart does not move, there is no coming and going, and the heart is condensed.

The meaning of the bamboo and stone diagram and the meaning of the "Sword Waterfall Diagram" complement each other, so that An Le actually took this opportunity to set foot in the second realm of refining gods, and the fetus breathed!

After a long time, An Le slowly opened his eyes, and the powerful power of his mind flowed, shining like stars in the sky in the dimness.

An Le never thought that a painting could have such an effect, no wonder the old man said that some famous paintings are worth as much as a magic weapon, and the painter can strengthen his mind when he paints, and the paintings he makes people look at them, and they will naturally have some benefits.

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, the roots are in the broken rocks, and the thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing from east to west, north and south."

"Bamboo and Stone...... What a bamboo stone, what a bamboo stone! ”

The old man's exclamation came from the side, and he stepped into the fetal breath and smiled.

"Thank you seniors for the compliment."

"Ink painting is not uncommon, but it is rare to paint bamboo with ink without adding a single color."

"Good poems with good paintings, you young man, but a surprise for the old man."

The old man nodded, carefully observing the ink of the painting, and his eyes could not stop admiring.

"Yesterday you were attacked and killed at the entrance of Jingjie, Luo Qingchen relied on cultivation to oppress you, and wanted to bend your backbone, you never bent, looking at your painting today, you have a gentleman's backbone in your heart, no wonder you can resist the pressure without bending your waist."

"This poem, this painting is the reflection of your soul, so that your heart can echo each other at the moment, and only then can you settle down, and then you will be born."

The old man praised his beard, and his words also had the meaning of praising the talent of Anle refining God.

Finally, staring at the font of the poem, the old man squinted.

"This font ...... It is also strange and strange, writing with the momentum of the pen of the grass, but it is not the grass, and there is even a hidden line of brushwork in it, such as writing orchid...... On the other hand, although the chapter of the words is deliberately arranged, the words are picturesque, and the harmony of the integration of calligraphy, calligraphy and painting is unprecedented! ”

The old man's evaluation can be said to be quite high, of course, with the old man's eyesight, it can also be seen that the font of Anle is not very skillful, and there is still room for improvement.

But when you think of Anle's age, this flaw is negligible.

"An Xiaoyou, there is something about your painting, the old man likes it very much......" the old man said with a beard.

Seeing this, An Le immediately understood what the old man meant: "If the seniors like it, they will give it to the seniors, and it is also a kind of luck that this painting can enter the hands of those who appreciate it." ”

The old man laughed when he heard this: "An Xiaoyou said well, a good painting needs to be known, of course, the old man will not accept a painting from you in vain, you are in this bamboo and stone picture, the sword intent is self-generated, tomorrow the old man will personally bring wine, and ...... How about giving you a sword? ”

An Le's eyes lit up suddenly.

What is the identity of this old man in front of him? The sword he gave away, how could it be ordinary?

An Le will definitely not suffer a loss if he exchanges a painting for a sword.

The old man didn't continue to talk to An Le, and even couldn't wait to share the good paintings with others, so he carefully rolled up the rice paper, said goodbye to An Le, and left the small courtyard.

Looking at the old man's departing figure, An Le smiled, and after cleaning up, he began to practice his gods on his knees.

A painting allowed him to step into the realm of fetal rest, but An Le did not have any pride.

Recalling the oppression that Luo Qingchen gave him at the entrance of Jingjie, now this strength is far from enough.

The young man has a tiger in his chest, calming his restlessness and waiting for an opportunity to hibernate.

Don't be happy with things or feel sorry for yourself, sit in the small courtyard, bathe in the starlight and moonlight, precipitate your mind, and consolidate the fetal breath.

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……

The night was dark, and the fog rose spontaneously, obscuring the sky, making the stars and moonlight lose their luster.

In the alleys of Lin'an Mansion, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, and a figure wrapped in black clothes fled quickly, like a shocking black shadow passing by.

A moment later, several knife-wielding catchers in official uniforms hurried over, their bodies full of blood and murderous energy.

Huang Xian's eyes were cold, looking at the dark but intertwined alleys, and frowned: "This has been run away by Hu Jingang!" Keep chasing! ”

The black trappers under his command cheered one after another, ran out, and continued to chase.

And Huang Xian's face slowed, he exhaled, and took out the picture scroll in his arms, the picture scroll was spread out, and the painting was Hu Jingang, which was almost exactly the same as the man who fled before.

"An Gongzi's painting is really a god."

"With this painting, plus a reward of five hundred taels of silver, as long as this Hu Jingang is still in Lin'an Mansion, he will be arrested sooner or later!"

Putting away the picture scroll, Huang Xian also rushed out, and his figure disappeared into the cool night of spring.

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Inside a luxurious mansion.

Dozens of lit candles illuminate the room as bright as day.

Luo Qingchen was wearing a thin shirt and sitting cross-legged on the bed, the power of his body and mind was surging, and his qi and blood were also rolling under the skin like thunder.

He was trying to wash away the dust from his Dao heart with the power of his mind.

Before he was defeated by the legendary champion Li You'an, his Dao heart was covered with dust, Qin Xiang took the "East China Sea Heart Cleansing Pearl" to help him wash away the dust on his Dao heart, and he also paid the price, joined the Qin Mansion, and was controlled by others.

And yesterday, he was shocked by the flick of the Spring Rain Sword that desolved the ice, and the sword intent was planted in his heart like a seed of fear, making him feel frightened every time he practiced, and his Dao heart was covered with dust.

This is Hua Jiebing's punishment for him.

Although Luo Qingchen was unwilling, his strength was not as good as others, so he could only endure it.

The majestic power of the mind surged, like a howling wind, blowing the candles in the hall to extinguish, and the darkness that made people breathe came as promised, swallowing up all the light.

In the dark, Luo Qingchen opened his eyes suddenly, and he was sweating profusely, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his cheeks.

He gasped for breath.

"No...... Still doesn't work...... The sword intent is engraved in my heart, it makes me fearful, it makes me tremble, and every time I cultivate, it will appear like a ghost, disturbing my will...... With the power of my mind, it is not enough to erase. ”

Luo Qingchen propped up the bed with both hands, his hair fell down, and his heart was extremely unwilling.

Hua Jiebing's strength is indeed strong, even in Lin'an Mansion, where the strong are like rainbows, there is a place.

Such an existence has brought too much shadow to him.

"It's just because of a young man who has just settled down that this flower defrosting is so ruthless to plant the seeds of fear in my heart...... The most poisonous woman's heart! What is a young man's beginning, but it's all an excuse, just because I am Qin Xiang's person, so I will take advantage of it to destroy my Dao heart! Ruined my future! ”

"In the battle of power, I am like a fish in a pond ......"

Luo Qingchen closed his eyes, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and his whole body trembled slightly.

In my mind, the picture of yesterday lingers...... Like a nightmare that eats the heart.

He saw the sword turned into three thousand grains of spring rain, slashing all over the sky.

He saw that the chariot beside him was slashed into dust by the sword qi.

In the end, he also saw that the young man's backbone was still straight under his coercion!

And the strange thing is that the young man's resolute face even overshadowed the sword intent of Hua Jiebing, haunting his mind and dispelling it......

His talent was originally extremely dazzling, but he was covered with dust one after another, and now he ...... I'm afraid that he has been looked down upon by many people, so Mo said that if he takes a step forward and becomes a staff member of the prince, he may even lose his status in the Qin Mansion and lose his prestige in the Academy of Literature.

This time, he was even more affected because of a teenager who had just entered the prison.

Let Luo Qingchen be quite irritable, the young man ...... is also worthy of sticking a foot in his Dao heart?

"Lao Luo."

Luo Qingchen exhaled and shouted softly.

The door opened, and a burly figure stepped into the room, it was the driver who had driven for him and sat in the chauffeur.

"Sir."

The coachman clenched his fists respectfully.

Luo Qingchen got up, wiped the cold sweat from his body with a towel, and asked lightly.

"I asked you to see how the boy is doing?"