Chapter 258 Because of the painting, the mood has improved
When they met for the first time in Xihezhou Town, they left a bad impression. Even though they had offered help in Huanye Wasteland and Xin Yue had defected to the Da'an Dynasty, Yun Qiuhe still didn't like Xin Yue.
"I'll go see who's free and grab an apprentice to come and sit for a while."
Yun Qiuhe didn't want to talk to the fox demon about being hypocritical and polite, congratulating him on his new home or other nonsense, so he dropped the next sentence and ran out.
She guessed that the fox demon must have a territory nearby and had already settled down. Seeing the woman in black dress getting close to the two fox demons, she didn't understand the relationship between them. She was not very curious and didn't bother to inquire.
Xin Xing saluted Guanzhu Zhang and greeted her. With sharp eyes, she suddenly saw the charcoal drawing of a skull on the desk.
"Wow, what is that?"
The little fox demon was startled and shouted: "It's a painted skull, it's so scary!"
She ran closer and saw a stack of charcoal drawings with half of a cotton berry exposed underneath. The picture of zongo was so real that she couldn't believe it. She said, "It's so similar, just like the real thing."
Without flipping it around with his hands, he turned around and asked excitedly: "Guanzhu Zhang, are these all painted by you?"
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and shook his head: "No, it was painted by fellow Taoist Yun just now."
The little fox demon's eyes flashed with admiration, and she continued: "She is so amazing! She paints so well!"
Xin Yue smiled and echoed the praise: "My Taoist friend Yun is so smart and so smart!"
She is actually not very interested in these arty and useless things. She is currently obsessed with inheriting her ancestors' skills and magic, improving her cultivation level, regaining the glory of her ancestors, and regaining her lost ancestral land!
Those who think too much will be tired, and those who are serious will be miserable.
Zhang Wenfeng asked the three of them to sit down, and he began to boil water and rinse the tea sets.
The little fox demon couldn't come over, so she tilted her head and got closer to admire the pile of paintings without looking at the skulls on them.
When the water was boiling and the tea was brewing, Yun Qiuhe pulled in Shui Qingru, the little girl who was helping in the kitchen today.
Seeing many adults looking at her, the little girl felt a little shy and called out weakly: "Guanzhu!" Yun Qiuhe pushed her to a chair by the window and sat down, taking a three-quarter-length posture.
The little fox demon blinked his big eyes and saw Yun Qiuhe taking out a wooden box from his sleeve, opening it and containing large and small black charcoal, and then took out two pieces of cut rice paper from the oil paper bag on the desk.
She asked excitedly: "Sister Yun, do you want to paint her portrait?"
Yun Qiuhe brought the easel and drawing board from the corner, set it up, nailed the drawing paper, and said with a smile: "Yes, I am learning to draw."
Zhang Wenfeng said to the two women sitting there: "You guys have tea while I make a demonstration painting for Taoist Yun. It's not easy for her to go back and forth." He walked to the window and looked at the face of the little girl who was sitting upright and didn't dare to move.
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I found a slightly side angle, sat down, took the soft charcoal strip from Yun Qiuhe, positioned it on the drawing paper, first drew the top line, then the chin line, and then the left ear line, and explained in a low voice how to draw characters.
Pay attention to the three courts and five eyes, the difference between children and adults, the relationship between light and shadow and skull structure, etc.
Yun Qiuhe had a solid foundation in painting, so she could understand it and nodded thoughtfully from time to time.
The little fox demon was like listening to a book from heaven, vaguely watching the prototype of a character portrait appear on the paper.
"Shui Qingru, don't be too nervous. You can just stare at one place and think silently about how you practice the sword. Yes, from now on, you have to practice both your left and right hands, and you have to practice with your imagination. Well, it's very easy like this.
Okay, it’s better if you look natural and smile.”
Soothing the little girl who was so nervous that she was almost sweating.
Quickly grabbing the little girl's expression and showing a smile, Zhang Wenfeng stopped talking and concentrated on painting.
As the portrait deepened, he gradually immersed himself in a subtle and peaceful state of mind.
As if with the help of God, the portrait on the painting paper slowly appears, seeming to have a special charm.
One stroke at a time, it gives people a pleasing feeling.
Yue Anyan and his second senior brother walked into the teahouse and saw that in the quiet room, the viewer was concentrating on painting, and behind him were a group of women, large and small, surrounded like flowers, which was so beautiful.
After Zhang Wenfeng put down the few remaining charcoal bars, he suddenly woke up. He meditated for a moment, and the familiar "subtle" feeling emerged, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This time he was immersed in painting, which inadvertently improved his state of mind and deepened his understanding of the subtle realm.
Meticulous and meticulous.
He believed that he should be able to use a talisman pen to draw complex "spiritual string runes" on the peach wood flying sword.
Painting originally has something in common with making talismans, and we can draw parallels between them.
"Shui Qingru, get up, thank you for your hard work."
"No...it's not hard."
Shui Qingru listened to the adults looking at the paintings behind the viewer, praising in a low voice. She stood up and curiously walked around in a circle, quietly slipped behind the crowd, stood next to Taoist Yue and stood on tiptoes to take a look.
Suddenly, I was stunned by the hazy and beautiful portrait on the drawing paper.
Is she so beautiful? In her impression, she is always a black girl.
Zhang Wenfeng walked to the corner to scoop out water and wash his hands. His mind was still on the feeling of painting just now, and his painting skills improved another step.
Mo Ye came over and said with a smile: "Congratulations!"
The Taoist cultivation of those with great luck is extraordinary. You can gain insights and breakthroughs by just painting a portrait.
She decided to follow it for a little longer, since she had no idea about time anyway.
"Thank you!"
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, only Mo Ye could spot these people.
"Master... can you give this painting to me?"
Shui Qingru ran over, held the corner of her clothes, and mustered up the courage to whisper, "The master of the temple once told her that when it's time to fight, you must take the initiative to fight for it, and don't wait for God to show mercy."
Yun Qiuhe shouted: "Shui Qingru, this painting is a demonstration given to me by the viewer. I will paint another one for you next time."
She is a discerning person, and she can tell that this painting is the most charming one that Zhang Guanzhu has painted so far.
Painting also requires energy and inspiration, and it is not always possible to draw perfectly.
Yue Anyan smiled and said: "Yunshangren, what are you arguing with Xiaoya? This painting is of Shui Qingru, so of course it should be kept for her. If you want it, wait for the viewer to draw an exact same one for you tomorrow, Xiaoya.
You're definitely willing to sit there for an extra hour, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, I can sit there for two hours, no problem. I like this painting."
Shui Qingru immediately became bolder when Taoist Priest Yue supported her.
"Yue Anyan, you don't understand. There is a difference between what you draw tomorrow and what you draw today." Yun Qiuhe became anxious.
Zhang Wenfeng rubbed his left temple and walked out of the door, and followed the other girls to fight. He was in a very comfortable mood. In the dead of night tonight, he could try to draw the runes on the peach wood flying sword.
The little fox girl slipped out and followed her. With a flattering smile on her delicate little face, she said, "Guanzhu Zhang, can you teach me how to draw? I've loved drawing since I was a child. I didn't have time before, and there was no master who could teach me. I can do it."
I worship you as my teacher."
When she was looking at the paintings earlier, she heard from Yun Qiuhe that the paintings on the desk were indeed painted by Yun Qiuhe, but they were all done by Guanzhu Zhang carefully and carefully, step by step, so the little fox girl was tempted.
Mo Ye and Xin Yue both walked out.
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and glanced at the beautiful little fox girl, then looked at Mo Ye behind him.
Xin Yue actually disapproved of her sister's study of painting and wasting her time on cultivation, so she also looked at Mo Ye.
"Don't look at me, I can't draw."
Mo Ye made a rare joke and said, "Xin Xing wants to learn painting, so he needs Guanzhu Zhang's permission."
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "There is no need to become a master. If you like it, you can paint." Mo Ye agreed. It didn't matter to him, but he didn't want to hang up the title of master and apprentice, which involved deep-seated fate.
"Thank you, thank you!"
The little fox girl was so happy that she slipped back into the teahouse.
Xin Yue smiled and shook her head. She would not object to any decision of the mysterious Mr. Mo.
Since my younger sister is not engaged in her real career, she, as the older sister, can only work harder to support the Three-tailed Demon Fox Club again.