"Senior, did you find the problem?"

Feng Fu was excited.

How many years has he been, how many times has he looked for a painter, but the result has always made him sad, even the painter can't see his problem at all, it can only be attributed to talent! However, he feels that his talent is not bad, and it can even be said to be quite good, why is this happening?

He doesn't understand.

He's been struggling.

Three years and three years, three years and three years.

Forty-eight years have passed, and now he is 63 years old! How can he not feel sad when he sees his sons and grandchildren becoming painters? How can he be willing to devote his life to painting without a wife or children?

And now, he asked with a try-mentality, which brought him hope for the first time.

He didn't know.

At this moment, the brilliance in his eyes is so bright.

"I can try. ”

Liu Feng groaned, "But I need you to paint on the spot." ”

"No problem. ”

Feng Fu was excited.

"Is your consumption okay?"

Liu Feng asked, after all, the fourth round of exams will be held soon, and the rest time of the county exam will only provide a pair of spiritual paintings, so no one will usually paint in the examination hall.

"No problem. ”

Feng Fu was categorical, and pride flashed in his eyes, "My painting power is enough to support a hundred graffiti." ”

Liu Feng was shocked.

100!

What a disastrous amount of painting power this guy has?!

Also, a guy who has been cultivating for sixty years, Liu Feng suddenly thought that if this bottleneck problem is solved, perhaps, Kaiyang County may have a real demon......

And on this point, Liu Feng is very interested.

I really want to see the looks of those guys when they saw Feng Fu's rise, Liu Feng thought with some evil taste.

"Come, come, come. ”

Liu Feng spread out the drawing paper, "You can make a spirit painting first." ”

"Good. ”

Feng Fu responded respectfully.

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

Feng Fu put down the pen, and Liu Feng pressed one hand to the edge of the drawing paper, closing his eyes to perceive.

I have to say.

Feng Fu wrote quickly.

Smooth and smooth, without any obstacles, that skilled Cheng dù is not below him at all, but his problem is that every time he paints well, the judgment of heaven and earth is also very low! At first, he thought that the judgment of heaven and earth was wrong, and even asked a painter to integrate his graffiti spirit painting, and the result was ......

Really weak!

His spiritual painting power is very low, and this can only be attributed to talent. This is also the reason why his progress over the past few decades has not been even as good as that of ordinary painters.

The power of the pen is terrifying.

The number of paintings is monstrous.

However, the grade of the spirit painting is outrageously low.

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

Feng Fu's pen speed became faster and faster, as if the anger of so many years was pouring out, but Liu Feng's brows gradually relaxed, and sure enough, he guessed correctly.

Problem, found!

"Slow down. ”

Willow Wind spoke.

"Yes. ”

Feng Fu subconsciously lowered his speed.

"Slow!"

Willow Wind spoke.

Feng Fu once again slowed down the speed of the spirit painting.

"Slow!"

Liu Feng spoke again.

Feng Fu paused, and the paintbrush in his hand was already crawling like a snail.

"Slow!"

Liu Feng still said.

A blank look flashed in Feng Fu's eyes, but he still recruited.

Slow!

Slow!

When Liu Feng stopped speaking, Feng Fu's speed was almost like an ant, and even, if he didn't look closely, he couldn't see his paintbrush moving again! Feng Fu didn't know what Liu Feng was going to do, but he was still firmly carrying out Liu Feng's orders.

Because this is the first time he has seen hope!

"Good, keep up. ”

Liu Feng's voice was calm, "Now, painting like this, I seriously feel my brushstrokes ......"

Feng Fu urged slowly.

This moment.

There was no time in his eyes, only the voice of Liu Feng lingering in his ears.

Keep.

Feel.

Stroke......

The first time he drew at this ultra-low speed, he only felt extremely painful, which was 10,000 times more uncomfortable than being still, and the painting power in his body was output, as a person who was used to decades of painting power wantonly, it was even more unbearable, but he was still enduring it.

Thousands of miles of sea waves, but only a finger-sized hole flows out.

How can it not be uncomfortable to draw a spiritual painting like this? How hard is it? If it weren't for the amazing power of the pen to forcibly control it, it is estimated that Feng Fu would have collapsed long ago.

In just a moment, Feng Fu Khan rained down.

"Good, keep up. ”

The ethereal voice of the willow wind still reverberates.

In front of Feng Fu's eyes, there was almost a hallucination, and the surrounding qiē seemed to be gradually disappearing, and only the body was subconsciously following Liu Feng's instructions.

"Now, perceive the brushstroke, see how it appears. ”

Liu Feng's voice sounded again.

Feng Fu subconsciously did so, in such a state of almost collapsed spirit, he followed his own painting power, followed the tip of the brush, and slowly felt the formation of the spiritual painting, however, in this case, he vaguely seemed to see a very amazing scene.

The power of the painting flows out in the pass guò brush.

However, his impression of the smooth flow of painting did not appear, and after each surge of painting power, it would pause for a moment and then reappear. And the part that has no painting power, he completed it with the amazing power of the brush, and pieced together the incomplete spiritual paintings.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't even be able to complete the spirit painting!

The painting power is intermittent.

A spiritual painting, a long arc of painting, in his hands, alternates the power of painting, brush, brush, and brush...... Such an infinite loop of action.

It's just that it's too fast.

So the appearance has not changed, and even many painters have personally sensed it, but they can't find the reason, if it weren't for Liu Feng himself this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see any way.

Is it intermittent?

Feng Fu, who was in a hazy state, suddenly had a stirring spirit and woke up!

"Boom!"

He only felt a roar in his mind, clearer than ever.

On and off!

So that's his problem?

The painting power is pure, and the pen power is exquisite, but the two are not perfectly integrated, and the guide zhì painting power and pen power switch back and forth, so as to guide the problem?

"I see. ”

"I see. ”

Feng Fu was in tears, and two lines of tears fell.

Forty-eight years!

Sixteen county exams!

"Smack!"

The spirit painting in his hand collapsed.

But Feng Fu didn't care, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Liu Feng just smiled on the side, in the absence of hope, decades of penance, such a resolute painter is worthy of his guidance.

If it weren't for his own strength and perseverance, how would he have gotten to where he is today?

How can I meet Willow Breeze?

When the time comes, the dragon changes in the face of the storm!

Are you talking about him Liu Feng?

No, it's Feng Fu!

Liu Feng's eyes flashed with appreciation, as for himself, oh, he was originally a dragon, of course he didn't need to turn into a dragon, Liu Feng thought very shamelessly.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Liu Feng was thinking about it, when he suddenly saw Feng Fu suddenly kneel down and kowtow three times in a row.

There is a sound on the ground.

"Feng Fu!"

Liu Feng was startled and hurriedly helped him up.

"Such a great favor cannot be repaid!"

Feng Fu's eyes were resolute, "In this life, Feng Fu lives for one day, and he will live up to Mr.'s kindness!"

Mr.

Feng Fu actually used such a noble word for Liu Feng.

"Why should you?"

Liu Feng smiled bitterly.

"I beg my respect, sir. ”

Feng Fu knelt down again, shocked by the examination institute.

The fourth round of exams was about to begin, and the candidates were surprised to find that Feng Fu, who was chatting just now, actually knelt down in front of Liu Feng, what were they going to do?

What just happened?

Everyone's eyes were on that side.

Liu Feng groaned slightly, looked at Feng Fu in front of him, and finally nodded, "Get up, let me think about it." ”

"Thank you!"

Feng Fu was ecstatic.

When he understood his own problem, he knew that the only person who could solve the problem for him in this life was Mr., and Mr.'s ability was far beyond his imagination!

Liu Feng closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before he spoke, "If you want to solve your problem, there are two ways. ”

"Sir, explicitly. ”

Feng Fu said respectfully.

He pursued the way of painting all his life, but there was no way, not even found the problem, he thought that he would end up depressed, but he never thought that Mr. would not only find his problem with his hands, but also think of two ways in an instant.

It is a blessing in this life to meet Mr.

Feng Fu bowed, and there was only endless admiration and respect in his eyes.

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