Royal Master Painter

Chapter 121

Jiang Li, who had obtained the spirit-giving method and the Mingling method, was ecstatic, and the first thing he did when he returned home was to conduct an experiment.

The first thing to try and practice is the spirit-giving method. The Danqing method uses calligraphy and paper as the carrier, paints to build flesh and blood, calligraphy and easel to frame bones, and pens to paint spirits.

The method of endowing spirits is to describe a scene in poems and articles, and to visualize it through cultivation methods.

Jiang Li thought for a moment, then wrote a poem on a blank piece of paper.

"This horse is an extraordinary horse, and Fang Xing is a star. Knocking on the thin bones forward, it still has a copper sound"

"White jade is a sweater, gold is not willing to win. Back wind vibrate Liuhe, and dance to Linshan Pavilion"

The paper is wonderful, a thin horse gallops on the paper, cranes circle and dance, and the endowments appear one by one under Jiang Li's pen.

It's just that compared with the painting spirit of the Danqing method, which is bright in color and highly restores the original image, this endowment has only its shape but no color, and the whole body is just pure ink.

"It's done!"

Looking at the dancing cranes, Jiang Li felt a little excited.

But in comparison, what Jiang Greed valued more was the Mingling method.

The inscription spirit method is the most difficult category in Fuyuan. If there is no extremely high spirit, how can you express what you see in the form of poems and articles through beautiful words.

Since it was an experiment, Zhu Yan and Fat Tiger would naturally not be used. Jiang Li had previously made a medium-grade landscape painting, a picture of pines and winds in thousands of valleys.

After taking out the picture of the pines and winds in the Wanhe, Jiang Li began to inscribe poems word by word in the blank space according to the method taught by Zhou Mengde, converging his spiritual power with the tip of his pen.

"Who's pavilion is next to the creek, and the tall trees are scattered out of the rocks. The fallen leaves are all gone with the stream rain, leaving only the autumn colors to fill the empty mountain."

When Fu Ling and Danqing Hualing fit together, the picture scroll will be able to exert stronger strength.

The painting is full of shadows, and with the injection of Jiang Gu's spiritual power, the painting spirit of Wanhe Songfeng expands infinitely, covering the entire house.

The original table was covered with moss, the mountains in the yard were densely covered with lush greenery, and the sound of the spring water was heard next to his ears. Jiang Li carefully felt the difference from the original one.

When he created this painting, it was only the most basic middle-grade painting, but with the blessing of this poem, it has a little more charm, and it seems to have reached the category of the ultimate middle-grade painting.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out of this painting if one's cultivation level enters the Xuanling Realm," Jiang Greed muttered to himself.

The success of the spirit-giving method and the Mingling method is not due to Jiang Li's high attainments in this path, but because of the poems and articles he recited when he was in school.

Just when Jiang Greed was secretly happy because of his success in cultivation, there was a chaotic sound outside the door, which seemed to come from the burning pig yard.

Jiang Li opened the door and took a look, just in time to see the unscrupulous old man with white hair and colorful clothes who often eats and drinks for free at the roast pig yard, and often steals Xiong Hei Tart wine.

It's just that the old man lost his previous vigor and spirit, and his body was paralyzed on the sheep cart, foaming from his mouth.

"Old man Gongyang, don't die!" Daoya cried while talking.

"It's a big deal. I won't ask you for money anymore. I'll let you eat and drink for free. Don't die, okay?"

Looking at this appearance, Jiang Greed probably guessed something, and glanced at Su Kou. After this guy came to Qingdu, all he wanted was to find some people to test the medicine.

But it would be too inhumane to find an old man to test the medicine.

Unexpectedly, Su Kou shook his head and waved his hands, indicating that he didn't know.

"Yaya, what did you feed him?" Jiang Greed asked.

"Brother Jiang Greed..."

Dao Ya cried even louder when she saw Jiang Li.

"I saw that brother Su Kou was making medicine every day, so I found one from his bottles and sprinkled it on the meat that the old man ram ate.

I didn't expect that the old man Gongyang would start spitting bubbles after eating! "

Dao Ya hugged Jiang Li with a face full of grievances. She was just playing a prank and didn't mean to harm anyone.

"Don't worry, Lord Gongyang... Lord Gongyang won't die yet..."

The limp old man Gongyang spoke in a weak voice, while reaching out his hand to touch Daoya's head.

Su Kou and Jiang Greed originally wanted to treat him, but the old man Gongyang waved his hands and refused, and stubbornly let Baiyang pull the cart and leave Mahuang Lane.

The old man Gongyang still couldn't catch his breath just now, and he looked like he was about to die, but after turning a corner, he immediately changed his expression.

His eyes became brighter, his movements became more agile, and he wiped away the foam on his mouth with his sleeve, sighing again and again.

"From now on, you can eat in an open and aboveboard way, the little girl is really hard to fool!"

"Although this poison is powerful, it's almost meaningless"

Jiang Greed was a little worried, but the old butcher didn't care about his life or death at all.

"Master Dao, are you not worried about your granddaughter pouring out the old man Gongyang's medicine?"

The old butcher looked up, put the knife on the knife case, and wiped his hands on his clothes.

"Even if you die, he can't die, so there's nothing to worry about."

Jiang Li knew that Dao Jie was the butcher's enlightenment, and he was very powerful. The old butcher said so and Jiang Li was relieved, but Su Kou didn't believe it.

"I prepared the poison myself, Yaya put the amount, even if you are in the Sunshine Realm, you have to go to the ghost gate to report."

"Boy, don't be too confident"

After leaving the burning pig yard, Jiang Li did not return to his home, but was dragged by Su Kou to another place.

"I still have something to do, where are you taking me?" Jiang Greed asked.

"Today is Wenfu's holiday, and there will be a talk tonight"

"It's none of my business"

"Of course it has something to do with you. Many township parties and academic societies have been invited to this talk, and our black association is also among them."

Jiang Greed's expression was as ugly as if he had eaten Xiang. The black club was created by his own bad taste. There are only two people in total, and now they are still officially going to participate in the event?

"this is for you"

Su Kou took out a box, and Jiang Tan opened it to take a look. Inside was a pink and white paste.

From the color point of view, it looks like pigments, but the pigments are made from colored stones of heaven and earth spirits, and they themselves carry the fluctuations of heaven and earth spiritual energy, but the pink and white ones do not have such aura.

"Let me draw?"

"What makes you paint, makes you make up"

Su Kou said as he rubbed it on his hands, then wiped it on his face, and urged Jiang Li to hurry up.

"Who did you learn from?" Jiang Greed asked.

"Aren't all the scribes in Qingdu like this? If you have a long banquet with them, you will get used to it."

"This group of scribes don't kill people, set fires, or poison people. If you don't learn how to make up, can you learn something better!"

Jiang Li was quite speechless. When he was in Sanchuankou, Su Kou was not only a pharmacist and a poisoner, but also a killer.

A person who kills without batting an eye actually started to put on makeup now?This made Jiang Greed have to sigh, Qingdu's ethos is terrifying and contagious.

"Aren't I doing as Romans do, and I don't usually wear makeup, but tonight is different"

As he spoke, Su Kou took out a handful of powder from his sleeve, and then waved it into the air. The powder contained a faint fragrance.

The first reaction of Jiang Greed, who had suffered a lot, was that the bastard was poisoning again, and he quickly covered his mouth, but Su Kou opened his arms and let the powder fall on him.

"This is scented, if you want to poison it, you will be dead long ago"

(End of this chapter)