When the second ray of time energy was pulled out of the girl chasing the wind, Anle's breathing could not help but quicken.

Something's wrong!

According to his experience, this year's Qi can only be directed at one object once a day.

It has been tested on Fairy Yunrou before, but why can the second strand be pulled out today?

Is it because of the girl chasing the wind, or is it because of his own comfort?

After looking at himself three times, Anle suddenly thought that the only difference between him and the time when he prostituted Fairy Yunrou was that now he has embarked on the path of spiritual practice!

Maybe... as your cultivation improves, you can increase the number of times you draw the energy of time every day?!

The more time energy there is, the easier it is for Anle to become stronger...

They complement each other.

As soon as his mind moved, the light curtain popped up.

[Name: Anle]

[Year Qi: 3 wisps]

[The Fruit of Time: Cultivation Genius (0/10)]

[Mastering the Kung Fu: Breathing and Breathing Technique (1 wisp)]

[Skills mastered: Zhao Zu Changquan (disabled) (1 ray)]

…

Above the light curtain, the energy of time has increased to three rays.

What makes An Le feel regretful is that the second ray of time energy extracted from the girl chasing the wind is not the golden time energy and cannot be condensed into the time path fruit.

"Have you just become enlightened? It's really too late to start." Girl Zhuifeng knew nothing about Anle absorbing the energy of time in her body.

"It won't be in the way. If I can start practicing, An will be satisfied." Anle replied with a smile.

"Young Master An, you have a good attitude." Girl Zhuifeng smiled brightly and straightforwardly: "If monks like us could have this attitude, there wouldn't be so many people stuck in the bottleneck, because they can't break through and take the wrong direction.

Go astray, fall into the devil's path, and ruin your future and vitality."

"Practice is not a risk-free thing."

The girl chasing the wind became more and more pleased with An Le.

The two of them walked along the bluestone road of Lin Mansion, passing by courtyard houses one after another.

Many servants in the mansion put down their things and saluted respectfully when they saw Miss Zhui Feng. Although this girl Zhui Feng was a maid, she obviously had a high status in the Lin family.

Girl Zhuifeng took Anle to the living room, where she could see many people gathering in the hall from a distance.

"Mr. An, we're here."

"You are considered the last painter. Now there are thirty painters gathered in Lin Mansion, all of whom are well-known in Lin'an Mansion."

Girl Zhuifeng pointed to the central hall in front and smiled at Anle.

"Inviting so many painters... I wonder what they are doing?" Anle asked curiously.

Girl Zhuifeng glanced at Anle's handsome profile and didn't hide anything: "You will know it soon anyway, so there's no harm in telling you."

"The painters invited this time are mainly to paint for the young masters of the Lin family who are about to go to war. The order was given by the old lady. You also know the style of the Lin family. Just like the old master, he is loyal and courageous. Once he goes to the battlefield,

, all of them were risking the glory of the Lin Mansion to fight, and only by killing the enemy could they get back the Eight Treasures Double Eaves Dripping Water Tower and the Stone Tablet Jade Square."

"Lao Linggong died in the battle before. Three of the seven young masters of the Lin family died in the battle. The eldest son died in the battle outside the pass. The second and third masters have no bones left. The old lady's death is approaching, and she is becoming more and more nostalgic. She cannot bear to die in the battle in the future.

My children and grandchildren have all forgotten their faces, so I invited painters to paint just to leave memories of him."

Girl Chai Feng said, her voice became deeper and her mood was low.

When Anle hears words, he is also silent.

The purpose of painting a farewell is just so that the elderly in the house can view the paintings and remember them, so that even their faces will not be forgotten due to vague memories in the future. This loyalty is touching.

"An will definitely do his best," Anle said seriously.

Girl Zhuifeng gathered her emotions and glanced at Anle with a grin: "You need to stand out among these many painters first."

"Jiu Mei was surprised by your painting skills, which is why Huang Capt.

An Le bowed his hands and looked solemn.

Then, under the leadership of Miss Zhui Feng, we set foot in the middle hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, many eyes swept over him like needles. There were many people in the hall, all of them looked like Confucian scholars, and their ages ranged widely.

After all, they are all competitors, and everyone knows that if the paintings they make can satisfy Mrs. Yu of the Lin family, there will be great benefits.

Therefore, Anle, the new competitor, naturally doesn't look good.

Anle came the latest and was in a location close to the door.

After Miss Zhui Feng settled An Le, she entered the front of the hall and sat down next to a pretty woman. An Le glanced over and saw that the woman had a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, as gentle as water, and her face was lightly painted with pink and white, making her look stunning.

However, Anle just glanced at it, then turned away and scanned the entire hall. His heart was in a state of confusion, and he only had one thought left...

Is this paradise?

The years are too full!

It even fascinated his eyes like random flowers.

Especially close to the high hall, almost everyone has the energy of time intertwined with them, at least starting from ten strands...

There are many, like the noble lady sitting on the throne, gorgeously dressed, whose body is wrapped with the aura of time, probably with hundreds of strands.

Anle looked at the noble lady, and with a thought in his mind, he absorbed a ray of time energy with some difficulty. However, he had just extracted the time energy from the lady.

But the noble lady looked at her, her gaze was as deep as the waves in the vast sea, which made Anle feel great pressure for a moment, like a thorn in the back.

The noble woman sitting at the head of the throne frowned slightly, feeling a little strange. When she met the young man's gaze, her calm spirit could not help but jump.

However, the young man's spiritual energy was weak and his cultivation level was unfathomable. The lady gave up the idea of ​​exploring and said softly: "You painters, do you all know the reason why the Lin Mansion invites everyone to come?"

"The young masters of the Lin Mansion are about to go on an expedition. I hope that your paintings can leave behind the faces of the young masters, so that my wife and I can have a souvenir in the house, and we can look at the paintings and think about them in our free time."

"Mrs. Hua, don't worry. We will definitely try our best in painting. In fact, Mrs. Hua can just ask me to come. I have been immersed in meticulous painting for decades and have deep experience. There is no need to spend so much time." An old painter said.

It must be said.

Mrs. Hua chuckled: "Master Liu Qingyan is a famous painter in Lin'an, but painting for the young masters this time is of great importance, so he must be more serious."

"If the painting is good, the Lin family will thank you greatly."

Mrs. Hua is sitting on the sandalwood chair, with a beautiful face, curved eyebrows, and a graceful and unfathomable temperament.

She glanced at the painters and said with a gentle smile: "Then everyone will move to the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion. I have arranged for people to set up tables, chairs and the Four Treasures of the Study Room. There is only one painter left. I hope you will do your best."

After finishing her words, Mrs. Hua stood up and took the lead in heading towards the waterside pavilion with the people from the Lin Mansion.

All the painters followed, An Le saw that the noble lady did not pursue the matter, exhaled slightly, and followed the crowd like a small transparent body.

The waterside pavilion is located behind the Tianbo Tower and is built next to the large pond in the mansion. It faces the water on three sides. The fish swimming in the pond are like clusters of flowers. Opposite the waterside pavilion is the dripping Tianbo Tower with eight treasures and double eaves. You can fully appreciate the grandeur of the Tianbo Tower and the unique scenery.

good.

The flat floor of the waterside pavilion was clean and empty, and there were thirty desks and tables. All the four treasures of the study were placed on the desks. It was obvious that they had been prepared in advance.

All the painters found their desks and sat down, either polishing ink, meditating, or stroking paper.

Mrs. Hua was sitting in the main hall of the water pavilion. From this position, she could see the painters painting in the open space.

Suddenly, Mrs. Hua raised her eyebrows and saw the table at the end. A young man raised his hand.

That was the young man who made Madam Hua's spirit move slightly.

"What's the matter? Master, please tell me." Mrs. Hua said softly, and her voice reached Anle's ears clearly from a long distance away.

Hearing this, An Le took a deep breath and said, "Madam, my painting tools are a little different. I need a wooden shelf, some thick paper, some charcoal, a knife handle, and a white steamed bun."

What kind of weird request is this?

Mrs. Hua was startled, and the painter present also looked strange.

The master named Liu Qingyan stroked his beard and sneered: "Using charcoal blocks to paint? Unreasonable nonsense! Young people only know how to flatter others, which is extremely ridiculous."

How can a piece of charcoal be compared with a brush? How can the paintings you create be pleasing to the eye?

Many painters also chuckled and shook their heads with disdain.

Anle's expression remained unchanged.

In the main hall of the Waterside Pavilion, Ninth Sister Lin Qingyin stood up slowly: "Sister-in-law, I invited this young painter. His paintings are indeed different from ordinary people, but the most important thing is that they are real. The people in the paintings seem to be alive on paper."

"Since it's the painter invited by Jiumei, it's okay to ask." Mrs. Hua gave Jiumei a fond look, and then sent someone down to prepare.

After a while, everything needed for peace and happiness was ready.

After Mrs. Hua and others prepared the tools for Anle, she picked up the celadon cup on the table, took a sip of warm tea, and said calmly: "Now that everything is ready, let's start painting."

"I sit here and you draw me."

Mrs. Hua finished speaking.

The painters below were all excited, their faces flushed, and their brushes were trembling.

Mrs. Hua's status is that she is the head wife of the eldest son of the Lin family. The eldest son has already been granted the title of Marquis, and Mrs. Hua has been personally conferred a first-class title by the emperor. Her status is extremely noble.

Painting for Mrs. Hua is a great honor, but it also makes all painters feel a mountain of pressure.

After pondering for a long time, the painters grabbed their brushes one after another, drank enough ink, and began to draw lines on the familiar Xuan.

When painters draw people, they mostly outline them with fine brushwork. Raw rice paper absorbs water and spreads easily, so it is suitable for freehand brushwork. Cooked rice paper does not absorb water and can be used for line drawing.

The waterside pavilion is quiet and quiet, and the sound of gurgling water is clear and sweet.

The painters put their pens down on the paper, and the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was like the gentle breeze of a sea of ​​bamboo.

Anle, however, still stands in the same place. When painting characters, not only the form is important, but the charm is even more important. Capturing this charm is the key to the sublimation of the painting.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly raised his head and his eyes fell on the graceful, gorgeous and stunning lady.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes slightly.

He may have a better way of viewing Shen Yun than others.

My mind moved.

A wisp of the age energy that had been taken from Mrs. Hua with great difficulty emerged before her eyes.

I appreciate the charm through the years!

But I saw that the energy of time was not the ordinary gray energy of time. It bloomed golden, like a pillar of incense burning, and the scene slowly appeared like ripples of water.


Chapter completed!