After listening to Yun Qiuhe's explanation of the situation, Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment and said: "Please send a message to Dr. Ji and ask her to come and help me perform acupuncture to remove the red silk witchcraft that has occurred."
Yun Qiuhe was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
Zhang Guanzhu does not want to waste any more energy on suppressing the witchcraft, and wants to go all out to practice and attack the Jianwei Realm.
She took out a yellow talisman, walked out the door and silently recited the content of the message, then raised her hand to fly the yellow talisman into the air and sent it away.
She decided not to tell about the "Five Ghost Days" for the time being, so as not to affect Guanzhu Zhang's mind.
Zhang Wenfeng stood up and said: "I haven't finished talking about painting yesterday. It will take some time for Dr. Ji to arrive. Let's continue painting. When we get back, I suggest you find a real skull and put it as a still life for more practice."
Yun Qiuhe followed behind and exchanged glances with Yue Anyan.
Is Zhang Guanzhu confident? His reaction was too calm.
It took some time to complete the sketch of the skull on the drawing board, and then I demonstrated another one from another angle.
Yun Qiuhe also kept a bottle of the peach gum liquid prepared by her in the tea room. She diluted the glue liquid with ease, wrapped the glue ball with magic and sprayed it on the two skull drawings, and said with a smile: "Guanzhu Zhang, I haven't seen your portrait for a long time."
Now, how about painting a picture for my sister-in-law? Idle time is idle, it’s easier to find something to do and pass the time.”
Yue Anyan gave her a roll of his eyes and said, "If you want to draw, I can draw you, but don't keep talking about me."
Yun Qiuhe said with a smile: "I have painted for me before. Sister Yue, don't be shy. I have learned the basics for such a long time. If Zhang Guanzhu paints again, I should be able to understand it better. I will draw you a portrait and let me learn."
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Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look at Yue Anyan and said with a smile: "Sister, sit on this chair and turn your face to look out the window. Okay, that's it. Relax."
The senior sister said she would not paint, but her body was very honest, and she sat motionless for fear that the painting would make her look ugly.
He changed to a new quarto rice paper, picked a piece of soft charcoal, and quickly composed the picture. He explained to Yun Qiuhe who was watching the painting from behind, the simple "Three Courtyards and Five Eyes", the styling issues that need to be paid attention to in the portraits, and the treatment of hair.
etc.
He painted very delicately, striving to express the gentle and tranquil classical beauty of the senior sister.
The background is a bamboo pavilion and weeping willows, soft and soft, very poetic and picturesque.
Yun Qiuhe was able to understand the painter's expression techniques, and watched the pictures unfold bit by bit. It was very enjoyable to watch. At the moment when the painting was exciting, he saw that the painter Zhang stopped painting and got up to scoop water to wash his hands.
"Dr. Ji should be arriving soon. Come all the way, I'll go to the door to greet you."
"Then let's go directly to the West Hall later. We don't have to wait for her at the gate."
Yun Qiuhe called Yue Anyan over, and the two of them whispered together, commenting on the beauty and stunningness of the portrait. As for the resemblance, they selectively ignored it.
Zhang Wenfeng waited under the mountain gate archway for about a word. Ji Shixi flew down from the air, carrying a medical box on his back.
After greeting each other with courtesy and a few words, they went up the mountain together.
Zhang Wenfeng looked for a few topics, but when he saw that Dr. Ji was desolate and not interested in talking, he fell silent.
Ji Shixi didn't stay long. He took his pulse and inserted an acupuncture to remove the witchcraft. He didn't ask why he suddenly fell ill. He completed the task without even taking a sip of tea and left expressionlessly.
"That's too much. Why is she like this?"
Yun Qiuhe went down the mountain to see the person away, and said in a low voice: "It's not like she didn't pay her medical fee? Who can show her this?"
Zhang Wenfeng's mood was not affected, and only a tiny bit of the witchcraft was removed. He didn't have to distract himself from suppressing it, which saved him a lot of trouble. He smiled and said: "Dr. Ji was dragged by me to follow me to the Broken Moon Demon Forest. It's more or less
It's dangerous, she has some opinions in her heart."
Yun Qiuhe said dissatisfied: "You didn't arrange for her to go. Why did she lose her temper with Dean Guo? It's all because of Jiang Ting's big mouth and chewing tongue, which caused you big trouble."
Zhang Wenfeng just smiled and ignored others behind his back. He discussed the virtual and actual techniques of sketching with Yun Qiuhe, who was fighting for him, and made some light-hearted remarks to change the subject.
The three of them walked in the fields, and the breeze blew the waves of wheat.
Everything is green and spring is in full swing.
Returning to the Qingzheng Villa, Yue Anyan went along the corridor to inspect the apprentices' homework.
Zhang Wenfeng continued to carefully carve the portrait, explaining Yun Qiuhe's brushing techniques. This upright woman who could help her friends at every expense was worthy of his teachings.
"It's so beautiful! Her eyes seem to be covered with mist, hazy and soft, and her little mouth is so watery... Zhang Guanzhu, you are very unfair. Last time you painted my portrait, you just made a few bold strokes.
I want to paint a picture for Yue Anyan. I paint and apply it and keep improving. The painting is three points more beautiful than a fairy..."
Yun Qiuhe's attention was on other aspects, and he kept mumbling.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced back, and the woman behind him immediately stopped talking. He continued to draw in his hands and said: "When I come back from the Broken Moon Demon Forest, I will find time to draw another one for you. It can be completed in a day, as long as you can sit still.
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"I can sit still, you have to make the painting look good like this."
"You two have different charms and different expression techniques. This painting method is not suitable for you."
Zhang Wenfeng was heartbroken. What a heroic woman, how could she be so confused when it came to her appearance? He couldn't have used the beauty filter to paint all the same portraits. They were too similar. He
Not happy.
The real world is filled with thousands of people and faces, each with its own characteristics.
He likes to discover different beauties and express those feelings with care.
Yue Anyan made a rounds and returned to the tea room. He took a look at the portrait of the viewer, his eyes smiled, and he sat back on the chair without moving.
When the dinner bell rang for the first time, Zhang Wenfeng stopped the charcoal stick in his hand, leaned back, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a moment, and said with a smile: "The painting is finished, senior sister, you can get up and walk around now."
He used a charcoal strip to write diagonally below the portrait: Gengzi Chunyue Wenfengwei.
Put down the charcoal stick and go scoop out water to wash your hands. This is the bad thing about painting with charcoal sticks. It makes you look like a gangster, party.
Yun Qiuhe's teeth were itching with envy, and his tone was softer and casual: "Sister Yue, lend me this portrait to take back for a few days to observe. I will learn the techniques and return it to you in two days."
Yue Anyan admired his charcoal portrait and said with a smile: "You don't know how to draw now, so you won't learn anything from it."
She won't be fooled. Yun Qiuhe's other products are fine, and he doesn't have any credibility in this regard. If you take them away, they will be like meat buns and beat dogs, and you won't be able to get them back.
This sentence made Yun Qiuhe roll his eyes, so he changed his way and said:
"It's not interesting, Yue Anyan, you guard Zhang Guanzhu every day, and you are afraid that there will be no portrait? Why fight for this one when you have one in the whole house..."
Yue Anyan heard that she was talking nonsense, so he took off the entire drawing board and took it out the door.
The viewer has painted many large and small works, but this is the first time she has seen the viewer sign a painting. Needless to say, the viewer is very satisfied with the painting. It is a masterpiece with great care. What about her own portrait?
Are you willing to give in?
Zhang Wenfeng went out with a smile, ignoring the little argument between the two women.
For him, painting is a form of self-cultivation and spiritual practice. He appreciates all the beauty in the world.
Beautiful feelings can easily trigger his inspiration.
In the next few days, he walked around the Taoist Temple Gate Array as usual, tending to the crops and plants, feeling the subtle fluctuations of the trees with his heart, feeling the joy and anger of the plants that seemed to be there or not, and absorbing the vitality of the weeds.
Nourishes seedlings and trees.
The second senior brother brought the donkey and the mountain badger back from a mission. The process was lackluster. Most of the time was spent tracking the evil ways of rogue bandits, and they crossed several counties before catching the culprits. The second senior brother said that he would go out next time.
He didn't find it boring. He learned a lot from running around with Fu Gujing.
There is a lot of rain in spring, and it often rains continuously for several days, leaving the sky and earth covered with mist.
The viewer wears a bamboo hat and a raincoat, goes barefoot, wanders around the fields, tosses green wheat seedlings, walks on cobblestones across a much wider stream, and observes the spring bamboo shoots rising and swaying in the wind.
His hard work paid off, and he finally found a touch of vitality that fascinated him on a sunny morning after the rain, when the water droplets rolling on the petals of wild camellias reflected the sunshine in rainbow-like colors.
Shaking and trembling, fresh and energetic.
He returned to the bamboo house barefoot.
The room is filled with fresh air, and you can sit peacefully and forget about anything else.