Royal Master Painter

Chapter 132 Purple Velvet Song

The silkworm did scare Jiang Lian, but after eating the white bear, it seemed to have reached its saturation state, and it was not looking for new targets, which made Jiang Lian heave a sigh of relief.

Lying silkworms spun silk to form cocoons. Ordinary silkworms spun white threads, but this lying silkworm spun red and white silk threads, forming a half-red and half-white cocoon.

Jiang Greed waited for a while, and finally waited until the lying silkworm was completely wrapped in silk and turned into a cocoon. After the cocoon was formed, the silkworm would fall into a deep sleep, and would not wake up until the day when the cocoon was broken.

This light blue lying silkworm should be a strange beast of heaven and earth. The silk spit out by such a silkworm is naturally not mortal. I touched it with my hand tentatively. Unexpectedly, the silk was as sharp as a dagger and cut directly. Broke his finger.

"This is too scary..."

In the end, Jiang Tan carefully wrapped the cocoon in several layers of cloth before putting it away.

Hu Meiniang said that on the top of Songshan Mountain, there was an eccentric old lady, Lei Hongnv, who was raising silkworms. The lying silkworms should have fallen here along the avalanche just now.

No wonder Hu Meiniang said that Lei Hongnv was very dangerous, even those big monsters in Xiandu Mountain were unwilling to greet him, how could a person who could raise such lying silkworms be an ordinary person.

Snow mountains are full of dangers, and He Qingzhi has also mentioned it many times. There were several painters of Zirong Song who were born to paint spirits, and they were all buried on the Daxue Mountain because of Song Mountain's collection of wind.

Even though it is known that Zirongsong only grows on the sunny slopes at the top of the snow-capped mountains, it is still not easy to find Song Yu in the vast snow-capped mountains.

Jiang Li took out the hunting picture he had just made, and 29 crested eagle painting spirits flew out of the painting one after another, and searched Song Yu's location from mid-air under Jiang Li's instructions.

A big avalanche flooded the cave that was sheltered from the wind yesterday. Jiang Li found a leeward place to practice, recovering the spiritual energy consumed when painting just now and waiting for the news of the crested eagle.

Songshan Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, but on the sunny slopes on the top of the mountain, it is lush and green, with a large dreamlike purple velvet song.

Purple velvet song is one of the rare grasses in Xiandu Mountain. It takes root in the deep mountains, thrives in the ice and snow, and grows under the cold wind. Yes, and it still thrives in such a harsh environment.

Purple has a special status in Xuanguo. At the beginning, the founding emperor of Xuanguo brought purple energy from thousands of miles east to rule the world in one fell swoop, and purple became the most respected color of the royal family.

Song Song is a grass with three leaves, which are arranged in a ladder shape. There are some purple hairs on the leaves, so they look rough and rough. They seem to be weak, but in fact the branches and leaves are strong and powerful, and the roots extend into the ground for dozens of miles.

Song Yu just stood outside this field of Kobres velvet, watching the dreamlike color and being intoxicated by it. Even though his body was covered with frost, his hands and lips were trembling slightly in the cold wind, he still persisted.

Song Yu also discovered that the number of crested eagles in the sky was much higher than before.

These crested eagles are extremely aggressive. He was almost attacked when he was climbing the mountain. After seeing it now, he couldn't help hiding under a rock and continued to observe.

After capturing Zi Rongsong's posture swaying with the wind under the breeze, Song Yu immediately stabilized his hand holding the brush, and traced the dynamics of this moment on the drawing paper.

Except for some large beasts on the snow mountain, only a very small number of small animals that are resistant to cold and frost can survive here, but when Song Yu was painting just now, Song Yu found a very strange insect on the grass leaves of Zirong Song.

Song Yu walked into the kobresia bushes and found a few light blue silkworms the size of a thumb on one of them.

These silkworms lie on the leaves, chewing on the blades of grass, and some silkworms have cocoons attached to the leaves.

On a cold windy day, these cocoons swayed up and down with the leaves. Song Yu lifted them up with his hands when they were about to fall off the leaves, and squatted down to block the wind with his back.

The number of these silkworms is very small. Song Yu stayed here for more than ten days, and it was not discovered until today.

"Silkworms obviously live in warm places, so why are there such high and cold mountains?" Song Yu was a little surprised.

These silkworms are chubby, and when their light blue bodies squirm, they are actually somewhat cute.

Song Yu stretched out his hand to touch it, when a cry suddenly sounded in Song Yu's ear.

"stop…"

Looking back curiously, Jiang Li jumped up and landed in front of Kobresia velvet riding a tiger.

"Jiang Li, why are you here?" Song Yu was a little surprised why he appeared here.

"Don't touch those silkworms!"

Jiang Greed saw with his own eyes that a huge white bear was completely swallowed by a small lying silkworm, and he couldn't even hide, so how dare he take the initiative to touch this bad luck.

Hurrying and hurrying finally stopped Song Yu at the most critical moment, and Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief after he was out of danger.

Seeing a lot of drawings thrown away on the ground, there were already dozens of them, large and small, so Jiang Greed picked them up and looked at them.

From the beginning, these paintings were only similar in shape, but later the branches and leaves of Zirongsong became more stretched, the details became more complete, and the coloring became more realistic.

Song Yu is a little lacking in painting skills, but from these drawings, Jiang Li can see that Song Yu has a unique talent in learning from nature, and he has been able to achieve a three-point similarity effect in half a month.

Painting skills can be improved through repeated practice for a long time, and the artist's perception and observation are more important in collecting styles and mastering good fortune.

"You should be the kind of hidden rich man," Jiang Greed asked suddenly.

Purple is the most expensive of the four commonly used pigments by painters, and its value is nearly ten times more expensive than other colors. These waste paintings are worth at least 10 taels.

"An artist should not be short of money," Song Yu said with a smile.

"Not necessarily, I am very short, tell me which son you are!"

Recalling that when Song Yu was painting in the past, he never struggled with the paint, and he was so rich that Jiang Li couldn't help but wonder what Song Yu's identity was.

"My mother was in the restaurant business and came from Guangling City, but I didn't have the talent to be a musician but I was enlightened as a painter, so my mother sent me to Lin'an City." Song Yu didn't hide his identity.

It costs 10 taels for a single collection. Song Yu's background does not seem to be that simple.

"Jiang Li, you haven't said what's wrong with these silkworms, why can't you touch them?"

No matter when Song Yu spoke, he always spoke slowly, and his speech speed was always very slow.

"I also learned from a friend that there is a powerful and eccentric old woman on Songshan Mountain who raises silkworms here, and she is most annoyed by outsiders coming here.

And this silkworm should be an unknown strange beast. When I went up the mountain just now, I saw a silkworm the size of a thumb devoured a nearly ten-foot white bear completely.

If I hadn't stopped you just now, you wouldn't even have a corpse left..."

"so smart?"

Song Yu was also a little surprised, after all these silkworms looked ordinary.

Before the words fell, Jiang Li's expression became terrified.

"You take off your clothes..."

(End of this chapter)