Lu Xin'er was wearing an exquisite orange autumn leaf dress, with her dark green hair turning into flowing golden color. She was holding a small yellow leaf umbrella in her hand and a slender wooden sword on her waist, like an elf suspended in the air.
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She didn't even blink her eyes and had been motionless for half an hour.
Zhang Wenfeng kept scratching and sketching the charcoal stick in his hand on the drawing paper, and painted a three-inch-tall little girl two feet high, with black hair and temples, exquisite facial features, and leaf skirt pattern, all of which were described with exquisite detail and every detail.
The elf figures in the painting are dancing gracefully, their clothes are blown by the wind, and they are fluttering like fairies who do not eat the fireworks of the world.
Those big, clean eyes with a natural smile can make people's hearts melt.
When he stopped the charcoal strips, Yun Qiuhe, who was watching the painting from behind, couldn't help but admire: "Zhang Guanzhu is so amazing at his skills, 'The robe is fluttering, the light train is carried far away by the wind', it's so beautiful!"
Green Chan'er, who was watching mesmerizedly over the viewer's shoulder, nodded frequently in agreement: "It's really beautiful!"
She couldn't think of any beautiful words, she just felt that the sister in the painting was so beautiful that she couldn't be more charming in the world.
Shui Qingru, Shang Qingyun, Zhuang Mi, Zhang Xuandong and other disciples behind him were learning ink painting from the master. It was the first time for most of them to see the lifelike charcoal strip paintings. They were so shocked that their eyes shone brightly.
They whispered, "It's so beautiful," "It looks more like the real thing," "It's a beautiful smile and beautiful eyes."
After becoming the official twelfth generation disciples of the Taoist temple, if they want to go out or go home, they can leave at will as long as they report to the mountain leader without many restrictions.
The master of the temple is even more unassuming. He teaches skills on weekdays and is very easy-going.
On the contrary, it was the seriousness of the mountain chief that made them in awe.
Zhang Wenfeng greeted Lu Xin'er, who was still hanging in the air and posing, and said with a smile: "That's enough, thank you for your hard work."
He used some exaggerated painting techniques in animation to create a unique artistic charm.
He found that immersed in the painting skills, there was something vaguely touching.
All techniques have something in common. Perhaps he has to spend more time creating large-scale paintings?
Lu Xin'er flew to the easel and fell in love with the portrait that the viewer painted for her at just one glance. The enlarged version of herself was so beautiful! She thanked her in a low voice: "Thank you for your hard work, Master, the painting is so good."
Already."
The smile turned into a moving spring flower.
She was embarrassed to praise herself for being beautiful.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded, and told Yun Qiuhe, who was rolling his eyes to swallow this painting for himself, and said: "You can ask Lu Chan'er to be a 'model' to draw a picture. Pay attention, their structure is slightly different from ours."
, the charm is even more different, slowly experience it.”
After saying that, he walked out of the specially arranged studio next to the training hall.
Suddenly there was a lot of noise inside. He smiled and ignored it and let them go.
After walking along the corridor for a while, he turned around and said hello: "Shui Qingru, are you okay?"
The fourteen-year-old girl's face, which was previously tanned by the wind and sun, has become much fairer. She no longer has the figure of a bean sprout, and her expression is a little awkward. She walked closer and took a quick look around. The only thing she found was the Nine Palace Pillar in the northwest corner.
She was practicing her boxing skills, her face was a little red with embarrassment, and she said through the voice: "My two sisters-in-law... please help me and find someone for me."
These embarrassing words should have been said to Taoist Yue, but Taoist Yue was often not at the mountain gate.
She really had nothing to say and wanted to ask the viewer to help her come up with an idea.
My sister-in-law is pressing hard, and there are only ten days left before the Chinese New Year.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled like a spring breeze and said, "You have been practicing Taoism for more than three years. What do you think in your heart?"
After all, she is still young and lacks knowledge and experience. Even though she has become a martial artist, she still resists the ill intentions of her brother and sister-in-law who are thinking about her, and still-->>
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I don't dare to refuse forcefully, I worry about gains and losses, and I'm afraid of losing the weak family ties that maintain me.
"I...I don't want to!"
There was a mist of grievance in the girl's eyes, and with the words of the viewer, she suddenly had a backbone in her heart.
Zhang Wenfeng did not make any small talk, but nodded and said: "You are an official disciple of Xianling Temple, a genealogy master registered in the Daolu branch of the county, and have the status of a 'sanren' of the Da'an Dynasty. A monk who receives a salary from the imperial court, even if you have to marry in the future.
It is impossible for people to marry a mortal along with them. You tell them directly that according to the laws of the Da'an Dynasty, if a mortal interferes with a monk's marriage, they will be sentenced to thousands of miles of exile and three years in prison!"
To deal with greedy people, the power of moving out of the government is more effective than anything else.
It's okay for monks not to bully mortals, but they are still persecuted by stupid men and stupid women. What kind of truth is this?
The girl understood what the master of the temple meant, and with the basis and countermeasures in her mind, she hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you so much, master of the temple, for clearing up the confusion. Disciple will leave."
Zhang Wenfeng warned: "Talk to Taoist Priest Yue later. She had a similar experience to you in the past."
Yue Anyan did not have the status of a monk at that time and was bullied by his brother and sister-in-law into leaving his hometown.
He taught Shui Qingru how to cut through the mess with a sharp knife, neatly and neatly.
How can I be polite to my greedy brother and sister-in-law?
Walking down the short mountain, I saw the donkey running from a distance carrying Hu Qiang'er. The two guys just came back from stealing the mouth from somewhere, with an undisguised sweet smell floating on their bodies. Hu Qiang'er jumped off the donkey's back.
, salute respectfully.
After Zhang Guanzhu returned the gift, he stopped and joked: "Lu Zijin, have you finished writing? You are wandering around again."
He no longer restricts Hu Qiang'er from walking hundreds of miles in front of his house, but he must be followed by a donkey or mountain badger.
The heart is separated from the belly, and the heart of guarding against others is indispensable.
The donkey bared his teeth and smiled strangely: "I have finished writing a long time ago. Master, you have never seen me writing now, but it is so fast. I write one picture at a time, and I write quickly and well. The old lame man has nagged me several times.
, I want to beg me for a calligraphy treasure, but I always get nothing."
It is a rare opportunity to show off in front of the viewer, and the donkey seizes the opportunity to win.
"Yeah."
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "After the New Year, our Taoist temple will have more than a hundred new apprentices, and we are still short of a large number of scriptures. Lu Zijin, you write quickly and well, and you helped copy dozens of volumes... Hey, don't leave.
Ah, let’s talk about business.”
The donkey carried the smiling Hu Qiang'er and ran away long ago. He said: "Master, if you don't follow martial ethics, is that the work of the donkey?"
It learned many new words from the viewer.
It's not stupid. The viewer wants to trick it into thinking it's a donkey copying scriptures, so he won't be fooled.
Is it easy to stick a brush in the mouth to write? The skin of the mouth is worn out because it drank a lot of ink.
Moreover, there is no room for sloppiness in copying the scriptures page by page, not even a single mistake.
Zhang Wenfeng couldn't see the donkey's show off, so he beat the donkey away with a few words and walked to the east stream. There were craftsmen working everywhere in the enclosed mountain wasteland. He would go there every day when he had nothing to do.
"Master, Xin Yue asked you to go to White Fox Castle when you have free time to discuss some unimportant matters. We just came back from there."
The donkey ran away, so Hu Qiang'er reminded him to turn around and bark again.
Now he lives a comfortable life every day. In the past, he was worried about the bottleneck and didn't know when it would get stuck. Later, after reading some books, he figured it out. He couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so he just let nature take its course.
Perhaps by eating, drinking, walking around and looking around, you will accumulate a lot of knowledge. Once you are enlightened, the world will change, and the wind and moon will break through.
Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and turned back to the northwest. Xin Yue came to talk to him about something, and asked Donkey to talk to him, but he didn't come to the door. He guessed that he wanted to share the spoils?
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