Chapter 207 Someone worships the mountain to challenge
Day after day, it is good to practice in the fields.
It's March in the blink of an eye, and the grass is growing and the orioles are flying in the blue sky.
"You have practiced your still life sketch well. The shape is accurate. You are very sensitive to the processing of light and shadow. You are also skilled in the use of perspective. However, you can still describe the subject more deeply, and your overall grasp needs to be strengthened. In the next stage, I will teach you characters.
For basic drawing exercises, such as drawing a skull, I will show you two skulls from different angles."
Zhang Wenfeng used some professional vocabulary to comment on a batch of Yun Qiuhe's recent works, then took a piece of quart rice paper, fixed it on a custom-made wooden drawing board easel, and used charcoal strips to draft and outline the skull with his hand.
A few cuts were made to create a large shape, then the deep orbital holes were scraped out, followed by the nose bones and then the cheekbones.
Write a skull silently and you can draw it with your eyes closed.
I don't know how many paintings he painted back then, and he took a nap in the studio holding a skull.
Yun Qiuhe watched intently. She had even touched zombies and didn't care about skulls. She was excited because she could finally touch the basics of portraits.
Yue Anyan was originally sitting at the coffee table drinking tea. He had long been accustomed to the fact that the two of them would have a painting exchange in a few days. When he heard the viewer talking about skulls, he became curious, so he got up and walked around to the window.
The viewer drew what she thought was a skull, which looked very scary.
Although she is not afraid, the painting is too real.
There was the sound of running feet in the corridor outside. An apprentice stopped at the door and knocked on the door politely.
"Master Guanzhao, someone came to pay homage to the mountain. This is the invitation he submitted!"
The apprentice was twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate features and a slightly pointed face. He lowered his head slightly and came forward with both hands to hold a brown and yellow wooden box decorated with cloud patterns. He spoke clearly and concisely.
Yue Anyan saw that the temple master's hands were black, so he reached out to take the worship box, opened the box and took out a jade-colored single post with exquisite brocade patterns, and read: "Chongzhou Weiyun Temple worships Cen Sanlin."
Yun Qiuhe said "Huh" in surprise, looked away from the drawing paper, glanced at the worship box and greeting card in Yue Anyan's hand, and said with a smile: "Viewer, your trouble is coming, Cen Sanlin posted a message to challenge the mountain worship."
You." He then asked the young apprentice who stepped aside, "Gu Chaowen, are there three of them here?"
"Taoist Master Huiyun, there are three of them here."
The boy cupped his fists and answered.
Zhang Wenfeng put down the charcoal stick in his hand, scooped out water and washed his hands, and asked: "Is this Cen Sanlin famous?"
Yun Qiuhe smiled and said: "A reputation similar to that of He Guangjun."
Zhang Wenfeng understood that Cen Sanlin was a swordsman, and he went around to challenge in order to hone his sword skills. He probably heard He Guangjun talking about him, so he came to pay a visit to this unknown person. Chongzhou is in the west of Nanjiangzhou, and is connected to the road leading to Daliang Kingdom.
The Luobao Ridge Forest is adjacent to each other, and the terrain is long and narrow, making it a journey from afar.
After washing his hands, Zhang Wenfeng walked out, glanced at Yun Qiuhe who was following him, and said, "You seem to be gloating about your misfortune? I'm still sick, how can I compete with others?"
"No, how could it be? We are in the same group, how could you say that to me?"
Yun Qiuhe denied it, but the exaggerated expression with ten teeth betrayed her, and she laughed a few times for no reason, and said: "Cen Sanlin, Du Huijian, and Xianyunke, the three of them have made a name for themselves in several southwest states in the past two years.
With a little fame, practitioners jokingly call them the 'Three Musketeers'. Don't you think this nickname is funny?"
Yue Anyan can't understand Yunshangren's weird brain circuit. What's so funny about this?
Isn't it just stringing together one word from each of the three people's names? It's a very normal way of giving nicknames. Although it's a bit cheesy, it's still catchy and easy to recognize and remember.
She gave Yun Qiuhe, who was giggling alone beside her, a caring look.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't smile either, and gave him a look of disdain that said, "You have such a low point of laughter."
He could understand Yun Qiuhe's ability to have active and wild thoughts, wasn't it the homophonic pronunciation of "three cheap guests", but he didn't want to join Yun Qiuhe and lower the situation.
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The boy who was left behind secretly glanced at what the viewer had drawn. He was startled by the little skull and hurriedly followed him out.
Yun Qiuhe was very dissatisfied with the lack of cooperation between the two serious Taoist priests. It was too boring.
Why does she find it funny every time she hears it?
"You guys... Hey, wait for me. You can try your hand at swordsmanship with them later. The three of them are stuck in the realm of transformation and have not been able to break through. They have to go around to find monks to challenge and compete with each other. With your swordsmanship, it's not like that. Just throw it away? There is no need to use too much Yuan Qi?"
"Yunshangren, you can't say that. You have to go all out in a sparring session. It's disrespectful to sword cultivators to hide it!"
Zhang Wenfeng took advantage of the opportunity and spoke righteously.
Yun Qiuhe rolled her eyes, you just pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, but with the apprentice following you, she couldn't expose it with bad words, so she only sneered: "He Guangjun didn't seem to go all out when he was competing with you. It seems that the surname What the hell, I'm very disrespectful to you."
She resented He Guangjun deeply and could use it as a negative example at any time.
"Daozhang He and I were very different in cultivation. He willingly suppressed his cultivation to compete with me. This happened to give his opponent the greatest respect. Mr. Yunshang, please don't mess around."
The two of them bickered all the way to the foot of the short mountain.
Yue Anyan has long been accustomed to strange things. She just smiled and watched the fun without getting involved or helping.
Still some distance away from the mountain gate archway, Yun Qiuhe suddenly transmitted a message: "Cen Sanlin carries three secret techniques with him. The rules of the three of them. If anyone can defeat them, communicate with them and let them gain something in swordsmanship. You can choose any secret method that is not taught. With your ability, it will not be difficult to defeat them, right? Just fool them with a few words and make them suddenly think that they have gained something. In fact, when you look back, you will find that there is nothing in the fog, and it is not yours. Good at it?"
Only then did Zhang Wenfeng understand the real reason why Yun Qiuhe had been encouraging him to accept the challenge. He ignored the last two sentences and asked via voice transmission: "It's been two years, haven't they finished losing the secret method in their hands? Couldn't they have copied many copies? Are you going to challenge everywhere?"
Once the secret technique spreads, it will no longer become a secret technique, but a technique sold in shops.
"You underestimate their strength as sword cultivators. They have some hard skills, and they have negotiated some agreed-upon rules before the competition. Even if ordinary Jianwei realm monks lower themselves to the same level of cultivation and want to defeat them, it will not be easy. , it is even more difficult for them to gain something in swordsmanship."
"Aren't they worried that some Jianwei Realm monks will secretly intercept and seize the treasure?"
"They have practiced a sword formation together and are not afraid of being attacked by three or two Jianwei Realm monks. Moreover, every time they go to a place, they first go to the Daolu branch to register. Anyone they want to challenge must report in advance and do it in a regular manner. Behave yourself. Besides, Weiyun Temple is not a vegetarian and is more powerful than Jiuhe Palace. Who would think that Chang Ming would be easily provoked?"
While talking, several people had already arrived under the archway.
There were two men and one woman standing three feet away from the mountain gate. Only the woman was wearing Taoist robes, while the two men were wearing different clothes.
The tall, muscular man in the lead had his right shoulder wrapped in white gauze with traces of dried blood. He had a big, unshaven face and thick eyebrows. He immediately stared at Zhang Wenfeng, who was walking in the middle with two swords hanging on his waist.
The majestic momentum hit his face, and the swordsman's domineering and unreasonable attitude was fully demonstrated.
Zhang Wenfeng's feet fell to the ground as if they were taking root. How could the guy opposite him be in the perfect Huaqi state? He was clearly already in the gradual decline state.
The strength of sword cultivators in the Jianwei Realm should not be underestimated.
The information provided by Yun Qiuhe is out of date.
He rotated his feet outwards, using the sword-sharpening technique he had learned to guide the incoming momentum to both sides. There was no need for a head-on confrontation. Who said that a swordsman must move forward recklessly?