Liu Laodao didn't really care about what this cheap apprentice did. He was now busy chanting "What to do, what to do."

Li Yunxin was next to him, and gently poked him with his finger: "Master." ”

Liu Laodao glanced at him with a sad face: "Hey, in vain." As a teacher, you are too busy to take care of yourself now, if you have any other way......"

"Do you know "Yijin Night Walking Map"? ”

"Huh?"

"Yijin Night Journey" - Emperor Xiang Yu of Great Chu Weilie was defeated at the beginning of his early army and lost his beloved wife. After 12 years of hard work, he led the army to break through the enemy capital and set the world. It's a pity that everyone he cared about at that time had died, and he had no one to share in his hegemony, so on a snowy night, he rode three hundred miles alone in a cloud brocade golden dragon robe to pay tribute to his deceased wife.

Li Yunxin said it clearly, as if he was talking about it by the Qingxi on a sunny afternoon. But this state of affairs is too strange at this time.

Liu Laodao looked at him in a daze for a while before opening his mouth: "You...... You...... How do you know ......"

"I told you before that I like the promising profession of an artist, so I know it's not a big deal. Now, look over there. Yes, that's over there, squinting my eyes and looking through the firelight, the mark I made with my foot when I walked over and walked back. ”

Liu Laodao was full of surprise, and he didn't understand why this young man suddenly changed into a different person at this moment. But he still subconsciously squinted in the direction that Li Yunxin quietly pointed.

Although he is not one of those famous monks with profound mana, since he claims to be one of the "five masters" in the Los Angeles painting world, he still understands what he should know. So after looking at it by the firelight for a while, Liu Laodao's eyes widened slightly.

He turned his head to look at Li Yunxin, and his tone became stammering: "This...... This one...... ...... the hell you are"

"Well, you all like to ask me what the hell I am. Li Yunxin patted his arm and motioned for him to relax, "But let's not discuss this matter yet." Speaking of which, you can see that I am drawing "Yijin Night Walk" over there. But it's not done yet. The nocturnal drawing of Yijin is a fine brush, and I have used a freehand method to hook a few strokes to outline a charm. ”

"Understand understand understand understand ......" Liu Laodao got rid of his slightly sluggish state, and he realized that he might have hit a big luck. Being kidnapped by six strongmen is certainly not a stroke of luck, but this unfortunate thing is compared to the young man in front of him...... It's just insignificant.

The painters work with a division of labor and freehand. The fine brushwork is delicate and exquisite, and the scenery in the painting is vivid. Freehand painting is swaying, the ink is flying, and it pays more attention to a charm and artistic conception.

If people in the world paint, there is no distinction between high and low freehand. But here as a painter, a person can use a pair of gongbi paintings to express a 28 beauty vividly, but he may not be able to show her charm with a freehand painting.

But the young man in front of him is ...... With freehand brushwork, with a few strokes...... Hooked out the charm of that masterpiece!

Just by looking at these few strokes, you can experience the smooth and smooth flow - the person who wrote the pen used the spirit as a guide to plan out the spiritual power trajectory on the "picture scroll". Just wait for the painting to be completed by using the sea of qi in the body to attract the aura of heaven and earth to pour into this trajectory, and a picture scroll that can only be made by a master of artistic conception will be completed!

Liu Laodao was also fortunate to have seen a masterpiece. Every pen in the painting is very particular - just like the talisman of the Taoist priests, who used one stroke to channel the spiritual power of heaven and earth into the scroll.

It is said that the painting of the artistic conception painter can make people touch the scene, but in fact, in essence, it is still composed of something similar to a talisman with brush and ink - whether you do it well depends on whether your practice and technique are exquisite!

But this young man's few strokes......

Liu Laodao felt that it might be more clever than the painting of the master he saw that day......

...... What the hell is this?

He hurriedly grabbed Li Yunxin's hand: "I don't know Taishan with my eyes, and the words of those apprentices before, hey, they don't take it seriously! Little boy, you are already so accomplished at a young age, and you don't know what the house is——"

"Don't worry, listen to me. Li Yunxin gently pushed his hand away, "There is something wrong with my body, and I can't put the finishing touch." ”

The so-called "finishing touch" is the key stroke after the painting is completed. This stroke introduces the aura of heaven and earth into the trajectory outlined by the strokes in the scroll. As for where and how to order, only the artist himself knows. But Li Yun's heart was sealed, and he couldn't do this last step.

"I can't put the finishing touch, so here you come. Li Yunxin pointed to the swordsman with high cheeks and thin eyebrows next to another bonfire, "It's there, missing a stroke - the sword of Emperor Weilie in the painting." ”

Liu Laodao opened his mouth and shrunk his neck: "Hmm...... I said that the superior is the lowest, and the path is low......"

"Aren't you one of the five masters of artistic conception in Los Angeles?"

"Where can I compare with you in jokes...... jokes"

"Actually, it's enough. ”

"I'm afraid of ruining your big thing......"

"I'm not afraid. ”

"Master, why are you embarrassed by the small road......"

"Do you want to die?" Li Yunxin stared at him and said.

“...... Belch. The two of them were forced to say one sentence after another, but when they heard this, Liu Laodao's remaining words choked in his throat.

"It's not a joke right now, and I'm not kidding you. They really want to kill. Li Yunxin restrained his expression, and his tone was no longer as relaxed as before, "They are just waiting for someone or something now, once they make up their minds to kill, no one can escape here." I can't run away, and you can't run away. So to do this now is to save yourself. It's done, and the gratitude of the group of people over there - I don't know how your Dongxuan faction is doing in Los Angeles, but it's certainly not better than them. So whether you want your own life and their favor depends on whether you go or not. ”

Liu Laodao has lived for decades, but he has never experienced such a dangerous scene. At this moment, seeing that this originally ordinary young man has become a mysterious person with advanced cultivation, he feels that his throat is dry and his legs are weak. A campfire crackled not far away, and farther away, six swordsmen were whispering something to the other, occasionally turning their heads to look this way.

"You, a master...... But how do I go?" Liu Laodao felt a little cold on his body, but the sweat wanted to seep out. He wiped his forehead, "Let's talk about this "Yijin Night Walking Map"...... It doesn't seem to be of much use at this point. ”

"You'll know when the time comes. Li Yunxin patted him on the shoulder, "Go ahead." Sooner or later you have to go, you know it yourself. ”

Of course Liu Laodao knows. At this age, no matter how timid he is, he can distinguish the priorities. But those who are not too cowardly to be cured will always reach out and grasp hope when there is hope. And he felt that this teenager was hidden - maybe he could solve the problem himself, but he wanted to "have fun" together.

He said this to himself as he staggered to his feet, gasping for breath for three breaths before he was fully in shape.

Usually fool the state of those rich people in Los Angeles.

With the night wind, his broken robe whirred and sounded, and the two bonfires dimmed slightly. Liu Laodao's face was not bad. Although it is not extravagant and heroic, it can be regarded as a bit of bearing. At this moment, he kept a straight face because of nervousness, and silently walked a few steps to the swordsman's side, and the six of them became alert.

"What are you going to do? Go back!"

"Heroes, listen to me. Liu Laodao said, "In the lower cave Xuan faction mixed Yuanzi." ”

After saying this, he took two steps forward: "There is also a bit of a thin reputation in this river and lake. Today's matter, let me talk to you heroes—"

The swordsman with high cheeks and fine eyes frowned slightly: "Cave Xuan Sect?"

He looked at Liu Lao Dao carefully: "Daotong Cave Xuan Sect?"

Liu Laodao stroked his beard and smiled: "Hehe, although it is not hit, it is not far away." The Cave Xuan Sect of the Poor Dao is the Cave Xuan Sect in Los Angeles. The practice is also the Xuanmen Dharma taught by the Supreme Heavenly Man——"

When the swordsman heard this, he snorted angrily and funny: "It turns out that it is such a scum of the rivers and lakes. Take it a step further, and I broke your leg. ”

At this moment, Liu Laodao was only two steps away from that eye-catching place. He stubbornly said again: "The Daomen of the world is a family." I think I was—"

At this point, there was a sudden whistle that broke through the air. The forest was originally dim, with only two bonfires emitting a dim light, but in such a dense forest, it was also like being absorbed by the surrounding fog. At this moment, along with this roar, there was a snowy light.

A thin sword was stuck on the ground beside Liu Laodao. The hilt of the sword trembled and buzzed.

The mud and dead leaves of the big tent splashed, and Liu Laodao was so frightened by this moment that he sat on the ground. Now, I happened to sit down in that finishing touch.

The swordsman glanced at him contemptuously and snorted coldly: "Don't get out yet!"

Liu Laodao looked at the sword, pulled his hands and feet on the ground for a while, and ran back to the fire in embarrassment.

The people of the dart game didn't have the heart to laugh at or ridicule the ugly pair of "master and apprentice" at the moment—their eyes were focused on the sword that flew out of nowhere.

The sword was in the same shape as in the hands of the swordsmen, and it was clearly not a reinforcement. The sword was worn with a piece of paper, and the piece of paper was written with a fly's head, which was obviously "Flying Sword Messenger".

Whether it is a pigeon or a dart message, it is a common means for Jianghu guests, and flying swords are not very unusual. But the terrible thing is that no one has seen the person who threw the sword. At least in the knowledge of everyone in the dart game, this skill is already unimaginably high.

"It's done. Li Yunxin smiled in the uncertain firelight and patted Liu Laodao's arm, "You have to act." I promise you like it. =============================================== note: freehand, commonly known as "thick brush". Symmetrical with "Gongbi". The name of the Chinese painting technique. Through concise and indulgent brushwork, he focuses on the attitude of the depicted object and the painting method of the wind god. Freehand painting is the basic form of expression of Chinese painting, and it is called Gongbi painting. Qi Baishi's famous work "Shrimp" is a freehand painting. Xu Beihong's galloping horse is also. The famous work "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" belongs to the work of half-work and half-freehand.