Chapter 82 Returning the favor, the accumulation of long-lasting
Returning to the top of the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng saw the door of the west hall open and the sound of a woman laughing and chatting, so he walked away.
"Slow, slow, when did Brother Fu and fellow Taoist Yun come?"
"Guanzhu Zhang, you're welcome. We just arrived and heard Senior Sister Yue say that you were refining medicine, so we didn't bother you. By the way, have you finished refining the medicine?"
Yun Qiuhe and Yue Anyan sat together and asked with a smile as if they were not outside.
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head slightly, "Refining medicine is not easy, I'm still figuring it out."
He took out a wooden box from his sleeves and put it on the coffee table. He opened the lid and saw a burning smell coming out. He smiled and said, "Can you two give me a few words of advice for this junior student? Help me find out what's wrong. ?”
Maybe not all of the problems he could see were problems. When existing acquaintances came to the door, he had to grab them and ask for advice.
Last time, Wu Ganping gave him some common sense about spell confusion, which benefited him a lot.
Fu Gujing glanced at the browned and sticky lumps in the box, and said with a smile: "I know a little bit about refining weapons, but I'm a layman in refining medicine, let Junior Sister Yun help you take a look. You're good, you started refining it yourself so quickly. medicine."
The last time he was in Xihe Mountain, he saw that Brother Zhang's cultivation level had improved slightly.
Yun Qiuhe spoke humbly: "I have learned how to refine medicine, form formations, and make talismans. The level of everything is mediocre. I can't make elixirs yet. I can only make a few medicinal powders. We can exchange a few words."
She picked up the box, looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "You have good control over the heat. This is almost finished. It's because your Yuan Qi is not continuing. You may have poured in the Yuan Qi too quickly and activated the furnace. The rotation speed inside is too fast and cannot be slowed down, which consumes Yuan Qi very much."
The few words of advice are based on her experience after countless failures.
In fact, it is better to start refining medicine when the cultivation level is higher, which is easier to control. Yun Qiuhe saw from the discarded medicine powder that Zhang Guanzhu advanced to the middle stage of Qi Qi at a miraculous speed, otherwise he would not be able to reach this level. Moreover, my talent for refining medicine is so good that I almost succeeded as soon as I tried it.
People are more popular than others, so how can she persuade others?
Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists and thanked him sincerely: "Thanks for the advice, I'll try it next time."
Yun Qiuhe smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I will ask you some questions later. Can you give me some advice?"
Zhang Wenfeng smiled. This person with a straightforward temper had nothing to say. When he used him as a shield, he couldn't do any clever tricks. After dealing with him a lot, he no longer refused and said happily: "Sure!"
He knew that Yun Qiuhe wanted him to point out the portrait, so he really persevered and never let go of the opportunity.
Yue Anyan glanced at his junior brother, it seemed that the master's last success in refining the medicine was an accident.
I wonder what skills the master of the temple can teach Yun Qiuhe, who has reached the perfection of the Qi state and is only half a step away from the Jianwei state?
Fu Gujing interjected: "Brother Zhang, don't teach her portraits. She wants to learn everything. Her master is so angry that he wants to beat her and scold her for wasting energy and messing around to delay her practice..."
"Senior Brother Fu!"
Yun Qiuhe was very happy when he saw Master Zhang finally relented and agreed to teach her portraits, but his annoying senior brother was causing trouble, or was he not a fellow disciple? He interrupted with annoyance, and shouted: "I am trying to find opportunities for breakthroughs in practice in many aspects, don't you? Talk nonsense!"
Raise your small fist as a threat.
Fu Gujing had no choice but to change the topic: "Fellow Daoist Yue, when will you go to the city to check and register your status as an individual? Our Daolu Branch is short of manpower right now, and it's a time when we are in desperate need of talents."
Yue Anyan smiled and said: "I will take the test after a few days before I advance. I want to stabilize my level first."
Zhang Wenfeng interjected and asked: "Didn't Fellow Taoist Chen Qingqiao apply for the Keqing Law Enforcement Guard?"
Fu Gujing sent a message: "On the night we left, his master, Wei Guangzong, who was involved with the ghosts in Xihe Mountain, passed away. He paid back his debts and his life. Wei Guangzong took all the blame for the crime.
Take responsibility and give Qingshui Temple a clean slate. Chen Qingqiao is organizing funeral arrangements these days."
For the sake of the deceased, some words are not suitable to be made public.
Zhang Wenfeng was silent, that old man had only a few years to live, so he was willing to die to pay for his crime. How awesome!
Being bearish about life and death is also a kind of ability.
Seeing that they had been chatting for so long, it was almost noon, Fu Gujing said: "Brother Zhang, you have solved the case beautifully this time. What should be reported to the director of the hospital has been reported. The reward will have to wait for some time. I will come this time."
I have something to discuss with you. There are two spiritual plants in Dengtian Tower and Xuanyun Temple. I am interested in selling them at a moderate price. I wonder if you need them?"
Zhang Wenfeng understood that this was an extra benefit given to him, and smiled and said: "Thank you for your kindness, I just need it."
In the early decades of the spiritual energy surge, every spiritual plant was a rare and rare thing.
On the road of spiritual practice, there is such a long-term accumulation, and as the benefits accumulate, the foundation of Taoism and the strength of one's own cultivation will increase with each passing day.
The two sects are reciprocating favors, or in other words, Wu Qianping and Fu Gujing are returning favors.
"Okay, wait for it to be delivered in spring, and you can prepare a place for planting."
Fu Gujing finished talking about the business.
Yun Qiuhe couldn't wait to ask Guanzhu Zhang for advice on how to use charcoal strips to draw portraits. She really liked drawing. Other refining medicines, formations, making talismans, etc. were all for cultivation. Drawing was her hobby.
Zhang Wenfeng received the benefits of the two spiritual plants. Although he did not show it on his face, he was naturally happy.
Taking out the cut rice paper from under the desk, Yun Qiuhe had already taken out a pack of willow charcoal sticks wrapped in coarse cloth from her pocket, which she had specially used for firing and practicing.
Zhang Wenfeng picked a piece of soft charcoal and tilted his head to look at Yun Qiuhe's front and side face with a serious expression.
This girl is really good-looking, with fair skin, delicate facial features, a delicate face, and sharp eyebrows that look like scimitars. She has an active and straightforward temperament, but of course she can also be petty and deceitful.
Yun Qiuhe was a little embarrassed by the look. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
She knew that Zhang Guan mainly painted her portrait.
Yue Anyan saw that the viewer was staring at a woman at such a close distance, which seemed very rude. Seeing that Yun Qiuhe had no objection, she remained silent.
She knew that her junior brother had learned from his master in painting, but this was the first time she had seen painting with such a small piece of charcoal.
Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his gaze and stared at the white paper on the desk, thinking for a while.
"You need to make the painting more beautiful!"
Yun Qiuhe reminded her in a low voice that since she changed her identity from a painting student to a painted person, she naturally cared about looking good.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't pay attention to her rude request. He picked up the charcoal with his hand and "wiped it", scraping the hair with thick ink and black, and said in his mouth:
"A painter should be good at observation and be able to observe. Whether the painting is good or bad, the technique is important, but the understanding of a thing is more important. 'It is difficult to paint a dragon or a tiger, but it is difficult to know the person, know the face, but not the heart.' Among them, painting people is
The most difficult thing is that people's emotions change at any time, whether it is the painter or the person being painted, my suggestion is that if you really want to learn this technique, you must start practicing from the basics."
The charcoal strips in my hand kept rising and falling, and my every stroke was precise.
A three-quarter profile image of a woman was quickly sketched on the paper.
The strong black and white contrast of charcoal strips gives people an extremely shocking visual experience. As the facial features are completed and the blurred window lattice is added to the background, a painting is completed.
There are not too many detailed carvings, and there are very few excessive gray tones. It is like a black and white woodcut, but it is more agile than a woodcut.
But it is very similar to Yun Qiuhe, and the painting is extremely beautiful.
It's that kind of bright, crisp beauty.
Zhang Wenfeng gently put down the charcoal strip without adding or correcting it.
He had just been immersed in it for a short time, and he almost touched that magical state of mind, and the ghostly writings in the ancient books floating in the sea of consciousness became a little clearer.
Maybe you can try it next time to complete a painting in depth and take a longer time.
After a while, Fu Gujing broke the silence with admiration: "Watching you paint is a very different kind of enjoyment!"
He couldn't describe the charm. He had a vague feeling but couldn't grasp it.
Yun Qiuhe never knew that she could be so beautiful that he could be fascinated by her. She was so beautiful that she couldn't be imagined.
With bright eyes, she pulled Yue Anyan beside her and asked softly: "Does it look like it?" She felt a little embarrassed.
"It's so similar, so beautiful!"
Yue Anyan didn't tell any lies, but there was only one sentence left unsaid.
More like a real person!
The owner of the temple is hiding his secrets, which can be regarded as insightful.