The spring rain outside the house released the chill that was constantly enveloping and approaching.

One is so Keluo Qingchen's mood.

His steps froze, his neck tilted slightly, his sideburns drooped, his eyebrows furrowed, but his pupils reflected a bit of disbelief, even ...... Ridiculous.

"Impossible!"

Easy?! The name...... Isn't it the young painter who got to enter the Lin Mansion?

The young man who braved the spring rain and under his coercion, still stood upright, did not lower his eyebrows and bent his waist, which was disgusting to watch!

Juvenile...... How could it be that a master of painting bamboo?!

Even his paintings can be introduced to the Academy of Letters, which has attracted the appreciation and praise of the two masters, caused many gentlemen of the Academy of Literature to praise and analyze each other, and was even called by Mr. An He.

Luo Qingchen was slightly in a trance, and the next moment, his eyes froze: "It's just a painting." ”

Indeed, just a painting doesn't say anything.

He continued to pace, and came to an empty seat, he should have sat down, thought about it, and continued to move forward, and came to the main case.

"Second master, third master."

Luo Qingchen held the disciple salute and bowed his body.

The second master stroked his beard, glanced at Luo Qingchen, and smiled: "The sword intent above the Dao heart lingers, and it is dusty again, and your future road will become more and more bumpy." ”

Luo Qingchen bowed and said softly: "The disciple believes in himself, and he should be able to dissipate this heart dust. ”

The second master shook his head: "That's it, you can know it in your own heart, Hua Jiebing is not Li Youan after all, you do have a chance to spend her sword intent, if you can kill it successfully, you can also go further." ”

"Master, the disciple has an invitation and wants to take a look at this ink and bamboo map."

Luo Qingchen said.

"That's right, you're late, and you haven't seen the painting, so let's look at it."

When the second master heard this, he did not refuse, with a flick of his hand, the painting scroll placed on the table suddenly flew up, and the framed picture scroll rolled down, and there was a cold sword intent coming out of the picture scroll!

Luo Qingchen's eyes froze, staring at the scroll, ink-colored bamboo and stone, leaping on the paper.

There seems to be a gust of wind blowing, and the bamboo leaves are noisy, like a sword waterfall pouring.

The painting is indeed extraordinary, the ink bamboo is like a gentleman's proud backbone, and the east, west, north and south winds are standing in the world!

This is the boy's painting?!

Such a sharp sword intent, although it is not very strong, but it is perfectly integrated into the painting, and it is unique!

Luo Qingchen suddenly thought of the matter of establishing the fetus in three days after An Le refining the gods and settling down, and now it seems that An Le may be using this to refine the gods and quietly stand the fetal breath!

As he guessed, Mrs. Hua gave the young man some magic weapon for refining gods, and pulled out the seedlings with external force to help the fetus breath!

Juvenile...... has a talent for poetry, a talent for painting, an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship, and a will not to bend his waist.

Now standing in opposition to him, threatening ...... Not to be underestimated.

The Confucian shirt and the third master Wang Banshan, Guanluo Qingchen Dao's heart was dusty with sword intent, and he felt the sword intent in the picture scroll, and suddenly smiled.

"Luo Qingchen, it has been ten years since you entered the academy, you were high-spirited and brilliant at the beginning, but it is a pity that you were defeated in the face of Li Youan, your talent is rare in a hundred years, but your Dao heart is really delicate."

"This ink bamboo painting contains the gentleman's indomitable will, but quite suitable for you, if you have time, you should learn the ink and bamboo painting method from the painter Mr. An Le, who made this painting, it will be of great benefit to your Taoist heart."

As soon as the third master's words fell, Luo Qingchen's movements suddenly froze, and his face was quite ugly.

Let him learn to paint from An Le?

Luo Qingchen has his own arrogance, asking for advice and learning from a teenager who was once coerced and oppressed by him?

These three masters, deliberately punish his heart?!

Luo Qingchen took a deep breath and felt that his cheeks were whipped, but he was facing the third master, the respected Confucian of the Academy of Literature, and he could only hold his breath.

"Thank you, Master."

Luo Qingchen calmed down and said.

The third master stroked his beard, looked at Luo Qingchen, and said lightly: "Your heart is not modest enough. ”

"Now that you know my teachings, you have time today, so you can trace this ink and bamboo drawing in front of everyone, give you a demonstration, and analyze the ink and bamboo painting method."

Luo Qingchen maintained a bowing posture and raised his head to look at the third master.

The third master stroked his beard and chuckled.

After being silent for a long time, Luo Qingchen said softly: "Huh." ”

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Sky Wave Water Pavilion.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and hundreds of millions of spring rains are falling down and smashing down on the black tile roof, making a crisp and dripping sound.

The rain fell in the big pool in front of the water pavilion, startling the ripples, the ripples rippled, and they blended together, I don't know whether it was the spring rain or the water in the pool.

In the hall, An Le was painting, concentrating, and the spring breeze and spring rain could not affect him.

It is still a painting bamboo, painting bamboo with ink, the burnt ink and the light ink overlap out of the layer, the main pole of fine bamboo, one breath of reprimand, a pen to mention both for the bamboo, concise and clear, then the bamboo leaves, a glance, peace into the fetal realm of the sword waterfall mind, bamboo leaves such as sword gas out of the sheath.

Painting bamboo and stone, flowing clouds and water.

The wind and rain outside the house are like a storm, just like Lin Qingyin and Lin Chasing the wind's state of mind, watching Anle painting bamboo, the bamboo in the painting seems to be facing the wind and rain, still proud!

Mrs. Hua had already left the couch, stepped on her embroidered shoes, walked to the table, stared at the scroll, and couldn't take her eyes off it.

A good painting has a soul, and Mrs. Hua, who knows what happened to Anle, has a special feeling for the bamboo in the painting, and the new bamboo standing stubbornly on the rock is just like the backbone of the teenager who once stood under the pressure of Luo Qingchen in the spring rain.

Madame Hua observed carefully, and the painting contained a spirit that was not too strong, but at this moment, this mind echoed her majestic heart.

The uncontrolled spread of the mind, all of a sudden, the sky waves and water pavilion turned into a small bamboo forest, the dense green bamboo swaying style, and the sound of the bamboo sea waves, just like the silk and bamboo.

An Le finished the last stroke in one go, and looked up to see such a strange scene.

Turning his head, he saw Mrs. Hua's beautiful face close to the distance, and her eyes seemed to have stars, as if she wanted to absorb his mind and fall into the boundless illusion.

[Natural Swordsman] Dao Guo trembled, as if a sword light cut off An Le's sight, retracted his gaze, An Le let out a breath, and his heart palpitated.

Mrs. Hua's cultivation is unfathomable.

The mind is released, and Mrs. Hua, who built the wonders of the bamboo forest, also feels it, puts away her gaffe, and the surrounding bamboo sea disappears instantly.

"Not bad."

looked at An Le, who could cut through her heart sword, and couldn't help but praise it.

This occasional moment of realization made Mrs. Hua's mind a little stronger, although she did not take an important step, but it has also been significantly improved.

Mrs. An Lehua appreciated it, but she smiled and put pen to paper.

Then on the drawing paper, the inscription in the board bridge style is recognized:

Although the stone does not speak, love this Hsinchu, bamboo can not speak, love this foothills, the young man is full of spring breeze, and he fights a game for you. Mrs. Anle presents flowers.

When the payment is completed, the wolf is mentioned in an instant, and between the water pavilions in an instant, the spring breeze surrounds the beam.

When Mrs. Hua saw this, her lips were curved, and her eyebrows were smiling.

She was happy to get a painting from a young man, and today she finally saw the ink bamboo that the young man could conquer the senior, and she also vaguely understood why the old man was willing to give the sword to the young man.

Just because the boy draws bamboo, it is like dancing a sword.

There is sword energy in the heart, there is sword energy in the pen, and there is sword energy in the painting!

Mrs. Flower's eyes sparkled.

She suddenly had an idea in her heart, the sixth mountain lord had a sword box, and there were 3,000 swords hidden in the box, known as the sword that hid the world.

Could it be that after watching the paintings, he chose to open the mountain and choose the mountain guards.

Or is it that this sixth mountain lord opened the mountain only for the young man in front of him?

Thinking like this, Madame Hua fell into deep thought.

The sudden spring rain suddenly calmed down.

Flowing and dripping, like a soft beauty, with a soft and glutinous spring breeze, it makes people very comfortable.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Chaifeng also observed An Le's painting, and only felt that there was an indescribable image, which seemed to be a transformation of the young man, and he had extraordinary self-confidence.

Lin Chaifeng came to the table, looking at this ink and bamboo picture, she didn't have much ink on her chest and abdomen, and couldn't help but sigh: "Wow, the cow that was painted!" ”

Lin Qingyin also had admiration in her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little entangled in her heart, she really wanted to learn this ink and bamboo painting method...... But I haven't learned to sketch yet, which is melancholy.

Mrs. Hua returned to her mind from her thoughts, she was in a good mood, her eyes fell on the picture scroll, and then she glanced at Anle.

After the young man finished painting, he was dressed in white, with a bamboo sword at his waist, and his face stood in the main hall with a warm spring breeze, not arrogant or impatient.

"You gave me the ink bamboo picture, I am an elder, naturally I can't accept this painting in vain, I should have given you a sword, but you have the elder to give the bamboo sword, and the rest of the swords are all gloomy in front of the bamboo sword, not sincere......"

Mrs. Hua smiled brightly and looked at the young man and smiled mysteriously.

"After thinking about it, I decided to give you a special gift in return."