"Teacher, you know what? I don't know why, growing up, whenever I saw something beautiful, uh, especially beautiful women, I would be very excited...... Teacher, don't laugh...... Rub, don't let me talk properly!"

Hua Qianshu originally had a low voice and a serious expression, but when he saw the smile on Mr. Meng's face, he was suddenly a little annoyed and angry, and he didn't know why he said these words hidden deep in his heart, but he just opened the chatterbox, and suddenly had an urge not to vomit unpleasantly.

Teacher Meng restrained his smile, instantly changed to a serious expression, and motioned for him to continue.

Hua Qianshu scratched her head and continued: "Whenever I see those beauties that make my heart flutter, I will have a very special impulse, that is, to preserve her beauty and let the world appreciate it. I've been interested in drawing since I was a child, but unfortunately, my painting skills are ......."

As he said this, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

His talent in painting was even worse than his talent for cultivation.

I want to vomit when I see it, how can I get it?

Meng Nan smiled and asked, "Then what is your definition of beauty, there is always a standard, you can't just pull one out of the roadside and treat it as a beauty, isn't that more beautiful than a dog?"

"Standard?" Hua Qianshu was stunned for a moment, "What standard is there, don't you just think it's pleasing to the eye and beautiful?"

"Of course there are standards! There are many kinds of beauty, but how can it be enough to be pleasing to the eye?" Meng Nan blurted out, he pointed to Hua Qianshu, with a sad face, "Just like you, you don't even know the basic criteria for distinguishing beauties, and you still want to paint beauties all over the world?"

"Hehe," Hua Qianshu sneered, suddenly as if he had thought of something, he leaned to Meng Nan's side with a shy face, lowered his voice, and revealed an extremely obscene expression, "Teacher, you say this, it seems to be very clear, why don't you teach me?"

"Ahem!" Meng Nanqing coughed twice, and said seriously: "Then you have found the right person, you listen, in fact, the beauties in the world can be divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower." Among the top grades, there are divine and wonderful products, and the beauties of the middle grade can be called the best and the best, while the beauties of the lower grades can only be regarded as mediocre and vulgar products. ”

Hua Qianshu heard that Teacher Meng was extraordinary as soon as he spoke, and he looked very professional, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered the latter's words word by word.

I heard Teacher Meng continue, "Actually, it's very simple to say, a woman's beauty can add points to nothing more than a few things: one is the face, the second is the figure, the third is the temperament, the fourth is the dress and style, and the fifth is her demeanor and character." ”

"A woman with a very beautiful appearance, a hot body and an outstanding temperament can dress up herself, and if she has a perfect personality and has a demeanor that can provoke people's hearts, such a beauty can be called a god. ”

"However, the beauty of the gods is extremely rare, and it can be said that they are rare. Women, more or less will have some defects, if a woman has a full score of 10, her face and body temperament can account for six of them, after all, men in the world are very superficial animals, and they generally only look at their appearance. And the more connotative things such as dress, style, personality, and demeanor account for the remaining four points.

In this standard, a beauty with a score of more than nine is a divine product, an eight-point beauty is a wonderful product, six or seven points can be regarded as a good product or a superb product, and a score of less than five can only be regarded as a vulgar product. ”

Meng Nan said it in one breath, the atmosphere did not take a breath, the more Hua Qianshu listened, the more he felt that the mystery was infinitely useful, and after Mr. Meng finished speaking, the latter looked at him, and in his eyes, there was only deep worship left.

"It turns out that the teacher is the real master!"

Hua Qianshu felt a burst of enlightenment in her heart, and suddenly felt that the so-called beauties she had seen before felt vulgar no matter how she looked at it.

"Teacher, have you ever seen a beautiful woman of the gods?" asked Hua Qianshu curiously, with a hint of excitement on her face.

Meng Nan shook his head, "Divine beauties, how can they be so easy to meet, the teacher has only met a few superb beauties who can barely score seven points so far." ”

When he said this, in his mind, the graceful figures of Huo Miaomiao and Yan Nanfei, who had only been related to each other.

"Huahua, I'm telling you this to tell you that to be a man, you must have pursuits. You like to draw, I can teach you, but you can't just grab one on the side of the road and draw it as a beauty, that's so classless!" Teacher Meng said earnestly.

Hua Qianshu nodded in infinite agreement, and Mr. Meng's words spoke to his heart: "Teacher, I understand, in the future, if it is not a beauty above the middle grade, I will not paint!"

Meng Nan nodded approvingly, "The son can be taught." ”

He paused for a moment and said, "Actually, drawing is not as difficult as you think, I can teach you this." ”

"Really?" Hua Qianshu was surprised when he heard this.

"Haha, just try it, anyway, your painting skills can't be worse anymore. ”

Meng Nan said, with a wave of his hand, a stack of paper and a complete set of painting tools appeared in front of him, he picked up one of them, sandwiched it on the drawing board, and turned over the hand with an extra paintbrush, he looked at Hua Qianshu and said, "Painting is actually very simple, look at it, I will teach you some basic painting skills now......

......

The Leng family is a well-known refining family in Starlight City, and over the past few decades, they have refined many top-grade spiritual weapons, and they are also quite prestigious among the Heavenly Star Realm. The Leng family has been passed down through the refining process, and most of the disciples in the family are developing in the direction of refining masters.

At this time, Leng Qiufeng sat down in a refining room, and finally a trace of fluctuation finally appeared on his cold face, which was an extremely discouraged emotion.

Failed again!

Leng Qiufeng looked at the spirit weapon embryo in his hand, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, did he really not have a little talent for refining, otherwise how could he not even master the most basic alchemy skills?

"I'm really useless, it's been sixteen years, and I can't even forge the lowest-grade spiritual weapon. Among his peers, Leng Qiuhan, who is known as the first day talent, heard that he has begun to try to impact the Zhongpin Spirit Weapon, once he succeeds, this Leng family probably has no place for itself, right?"

Thinking of the so-called genius refiner, a trace of coldness flashed in Leng Qiufeng's eyes.

If you want to blame yourself, you can blame yourself for your poor talent, and I just hope that my father won't be affected by myself.

Thinking of the taciturn figure, who had been standing in front of him like a high mountain to shield him from the wind and rain but had never had half a word of complaint because of his qualifications, Leng Qiufeng felt a burst of guilt in his heart.

"Father, I'm sorry, I've done my best......"

Leng Qiufeng looked at the open door of the refining room distractedly, and in his pupils, he had lost focus.

"Why, with such a little difficulty, you start to give up on yourself?"

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in his ears.

Leng Qiufeng was slightly stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and a tall figure suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Teacher Meng?"

The cold autumn wind was very surprised.

"Why are you here?"