The Mengjiao beast looked up at the sky, with a hint of unwillingness and fear in its eyes, and opened its big mouth as if it were letting out a silent cry, and a wave of qi suddenly spread out from the Mengjiao on the painting in a state invisible to mortals.

It's just that this wave of qi has just expanded by three inches, and it has returned to calm under the blow of Yuwen Zhouyuan's right hand technique.

Yuwen Juyuan took a deep breath and gently hung the drawn picture indoors. In this year's time, Yuwen Zhouyuan has found that he can draw medium-grade spirit beasts and demon beasts at most, and the image of high-grade spirit beasts can't be drawn anyway, and even if he draws it, he doesn't have that charm!

Every time I draw a spirit beast or a demon beast, I can't control my mood and spiritual power in the last few strokes, so that the rice paper spontaneously combusts without wind, or the ink stains the image.

Yuwen Zhouyuan knew that this was because of his lack of cultivation and state of mind, after all, the top grade was already equivalent to the true monarch stage of a human monk.

Xiaohu's eyes showed a look of infatuation, he watched Yuwen Zhouyuan paint every day for the past year, and gradually the whole person became addicted to it.

In the past year, Xiaohu has also secretly tried to draw with a pen

In the end, he couldn't draw a satisfactory picture, and at this time, seeing that Yuwen Jooyuan could draw it casually, he couldn't bear to interrogate it anymore.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent for a while, looked up at the young man in front of him and said: "Painting requires understanding, if you want to learn, watch me paint for ten years, and you can paint after ten years." ”

Xiaohu stuck out his tongue and said, "Ten years! But I look at the willow painter in Dongcheng, he is only in his forties, but his paintings are also very good." ”

Yuwen Juyuan picked up the wine jug, took another sip and said, "Xiaohu, I'm different from him. ”

Xiaohu showed a puzzled look in his eyes, obviously not understanding the rhyme contained in Yuwen Zhouyuan's words.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion, Xiaohu hurriedly got up and ran out, and it didn't take long for him to come in and say in surprise: "Uncle Yuwen." The boss of the Ma family's big car shop is back, he is followed by more than a dozen big cars, and there are many people, showing off his martial arts and showing off his might!" said the little guy and went out again.

Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't care, but took out a piece of rice paper, recalling the scenes in the Yin Ghost Domain back then, the huge underworld beast that impressed him the most, hesitated for a moment Yuwen Zhouyuan used his pen to draw on the rice paper.

Time passed slowly, and an hour later, the door of the Yuantang Medical Center was pushed open.

I saw Xiaohu happily running in, followed by a young man with a rather strong body, the young man entered the room and looked at the hanging paintings around him, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Xiaohu walked quickly to Yuwen Zhouyuan's side, squeezed his eyes, and then said in a low voice: "Uncle Yuwen, business is coming to the door, don't sell it so expensive." Don't scare customers away!"

After Xiaohu finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and said loudly: "Young Master of the Ma family, this is what I said about the Chenyuantang Medical Hall, although it is a medical hall, but Mr. Yuwen is not only a superhuman in medical skills, how is the medical skills, I believe that at home Boss Ma must have told you, but Mr. Yuwen is also a good painter, there may not be many people who know, you see that these paintings are by no means worse than Liu painters', how about it? ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled dumbly, this little tiger obviously saw that there were many people who came to Yuwen Zhouyuan for medical treatment in the past year, but there were very few people who bought paintings, so as soon as he met a rich customer, he would definitely pull Yuwen Zhouyuan to the store as soon as possible.

The young man surnamed Ma looked around, his eyes became brighter and brighter, this person is different from Xiaohu, he is a person who has seen the world.

Now he has become one of the personal servants of the prince of Jingbei in the Daxiong Kingdom, and he can see at a glance that the quality of these pictures is more than a few chips better than that of the famous willow painters in the capital.

Although the drawings of the willow painter are also lifelike, but there is always something missing, the young man surnamed Ma was silent for a while, and suddenly understood that the pictures drawn by the willow painter and the things he is looking at now are different from a smart force.

One is lifelike, and the other is lifelike with the power of agility.

Although there is a difference between the words "lifelike" and "lifelike", it is more than a thousand miles away.

The young man surnamed Ma had blazing eyes, and stepped forward to take off a painting, which was a tiger with wings on its back painted by Yuwen Zhouyuan a year ago.

This tiger spreads its wings, climbs the mountain with its forelimbs, raises its head to look at the sky, its huge mouth opens as if it is roaring in the mountains and forests, and every trace of hair on its body is clearly visible.

What shocked the young man surnamed Ma even more was that the moment he got the painting, he suddenly had a feeling that the beast seemed to be alive on the rice paper, and his right hand was released in shock, and the picture fell from his hand.

Xiaohu has long paid attention to the expression of the young man surnamed Ma, and he knows that these painted animals, once held in his hand, will have a magical feeling, so he often only looks at it without touching it.

Fortunately, the rice paper would not be damaged if it fell on the ground, and the young man surnamed Ma blushed and hurriedly said: "Mr. Yuwen, what kind of animal is painted on this wood? I think it looks like a tiger but has wings?"

Without waiting for Yuwen Zhouyuan to answer, Xiaohu puffed up his chest and said, "This is the winged tiger, this is the real king of the mountains and forests." ”

"Pterodactyl tiger. The young man surnamed Xu secretly remembered it in his heart and continued: "How can this picture of a winged tiger be sold?"

Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled lightly and said, "This painting is ten taels of gold." ”

When Xiaohu heard this, he sighed secretly and said that this time it was over again, he had brought a lot of people to this shop this year, and those who were cured did not leave, and they were all cured, but if they wanted to buy paintings, as long as they only said the price every time Yuwen Zhouyuan said. Everyone shook their heads and left.

But this time, Xiaohu didn't expect that the young man surnamed Ma just frowned, so he immediately took out ten taels of gold from his arms and put them on the table, and then rolled up the picture of the winged tiger and left in a hurry.

Xiaohu stared blankly at the ten taels of gold on the table, his eyes lit up and muttered to himself: "It's incredible! A picture can be sold for ten taels of gold, and the wine brewed by my father can only be sold for one or two gold in a month, that's a lot of things." ”

After muttering to himself, Xiaohu immediately made up his mind, isn't it just ten years, he admits it. Say anything, you have to learn the skill of painting, and Xiaohu will not have to worry about food and clothing in this life!

After the young man surnamed Ma walked out of the store with the picture of the winged tiger, he hurried home to say goodbye to his parents, and without even touching the dinner prepared by his parents, he hurriedly led everyone to gallop in a carriage and rushed towards the Jingbei palace in the east of the city.

Yuwen Juyuan picked up the gold on the table and casually threw it in a small drawer next to it without looking at it.

For the pictures in the house, except for the carvings of his parents, Master Jiang Jian, and Master Killing Doctor, the other Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't care at all, in his opinion, these pictures were just tools to calm his mind and comprehend the way of heaven.

Yuwen Zhouyuan believed that when he could draw a person or demon beast cultivated in the True Monarch period, his cultivation would definitely make a breakthrough.

Xiaohu left Chenyuan Hall in a trance, muttering to himself as he walked, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

Yuwen Juyuan took a sip of rosehip brew and continued to immerse himself in the painting, as his pen flew like flying, the pictures on the rice paper on the table gradually took shape, and soon revealed a majestic aura, but this breath was completely confined to the image on the rice paper and could not diffuse out.

With each stroke, the momentum on the picture was reinstated, and slowly the prototype of a ferocious and abnormal dream dustless beast appeared on the rice paper.

The Dream Dustless Beast revealed its rudimentary form on the paper, but at this moment, the pen in Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand hesitated.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent for a long time and sighed lightly, and the golden pen disappeared with a flip of his right hand.

With his left hand, he rolled up the half-drawn rice paper and threw it into a painting tube behind him, and immediately the half-finished picture was inserted into the painting tube. There were already more than a dozen half-finished drawings in the tube.

If you open these half-finished scrolls and look closely at these paintings, you will find that there are people and beasts in them, such as the Hate Tianweng, the Slaughtering Heart Ancestor, the Linglong Xiushi, the Blood Soul Ancestor, the Jade Spirit Child, and the high-grade spirit beasts and even the Dream Dustless Beast......

Although the engravings of these semi-finished paintings are different, they have one thing similar, that is, all of them are the strength of the true master in the middle stage or above, and there are even the true monarchs.

In the past year, Yuwen Zhouyuan has tried many times but still can't draw the humans and beasts that the true master cultivated in the later stage or above, if you want to draw it forcibly, then there is only one result, the rice paper turns into ashes.

Silence closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly outside Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, a layer of cyan mist one palm wide appeared.

At this time, the condensation speed of the green mist qi has doubled, and it has been compressed by Yuwen Zhouyuan to such an extent, and Yuwen Zhouyuan is quite satisfied with this progress.

In the past year, Yuwen Zhouyuan has not actually forced compression, but after having this thought, he naturally has a series of works.

Of course, over the past year or so, Yuwen Zhouyuan's medical skills have also improved a lot, and even from the process of treating mortals, he has figured out how to quickly improve his cultivation for cultivators below the real human stage.

Yuwen Zhouyuan believed that if he was given one more time, he would be able to compress all of this evil qi to the limit, although compressing the evil qi had nothing to do with improving his cultivation or comprehending the Heavenly Dao.

However, Yuwen Zhouyuan always felt that if he allowed these evil qi and green mist to dissipate, then he would definitely regret it in the future, and it was this kind of qi for the future generated by cultivators after reaching a certain level that made Yuwen Zhouyuan start the compression of condensation without hesitation.

Just as Yuwen Zhouyuan was compressing his qi, Xiaohu's father's clear voice came from outside the store: "Brother Yuwen, your sister-in-law made a few good dishes today, let's have a few cups of food." ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes opened, and his inner gaze flashed with a deep light, and slowly this light dissipated, and finally disappeared completely.

At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan became a mortal again, and after he took two steps with the wine jug, he took out the gold from the small frame and walked out quickly.

Besides, the young man surnamed Ma was sitting in the carriage at this time, his heart was pounding, he looked at the scroll in his hand, and his eyes showed joy that could not be concealed.

The young man surnamed Ma didn't expect to meet such a strange person when he went home to visit his parents this time, and he could draw such a magical picture, you must know that the only love of the prince in this life is to like this kind of item.

Whether it is a sculpture or a picture scroll, in short, no matter what kind of substance, as long as it is full of magic, it belongs to the prince's favorite things.