Royal Master Painter

Chapter 85
The next day, Fu Yueming finally lived up to everyone's expectations and bought a batch of low-quality paint from Tongbao Pavilion that was good enough for medium-quality paintings.

For the rest of the time, Jiang Li stayed at home and painted for Fu Yueming every day. Although the improvement in painting skills was not much, the integration of spiritual power and painting skills was more perfect than before.

The status of Minglou in Qingdu has also risen, and it has even become the top few painting buildings in the ranks of middle-grade paintings. At the same time, the Black Society has also been officially recognized by Qingdu literary circles.

However, there are only two members of the Black Society, Jiang Li and Su Kou, and some people went to Minglou to inquire about joining the society, but they were all rejected by Jiang Li. The society was established only for fun, and he did not intend to carry it forward.

In two or three months, Jiang Greed had already saved 20 taels of banknotes, and bought this courtyard in Mahuang Lane in one go.

Su Kou, on the other hand, went to Xiandu Mountain every now and then to collect herbs and develop new poisons.

Whenever Jiang Li was painting on the side, Daoya from the Roasted Pig Yard opposite him would also study with him, saying that he was studying, and spent most of his time sleeping on the table.

Jiang Greed looked at those drawing papers distressedly, soaked in saliva, all the paper was wrinkled, this one was worth ten taels of silver!

The relationship between the two families became more and more harmonious. Even the old butcher with a face full of flesh would smile when he saw Jiang Greed, and would bring over some meals from time to time.

In a few days, there will be a major exam for Wen Fu, and now Qingdu is getting more and more lively, only Qian Fuhai is very angry, and the expensive teacup on the table is directly smashed to the ground.

"It's just a bunch of trash. After all, you are also in the Xuanling Realm. Is it so difficult to assassinate a painter who lives in the Spirit Realm?"

"Boss, there are masters in Mahuang Lane. Every time I haven't been admitted to the place where Jiang Lan lives, I feel suffocating."

"A master? What kind of master can live in a place like Mahuang Lane where low-level talents live, it's just an excuse."

"I have a solution, the treasurer. The Wenfu exam is coming soon. Doesn't he want to enter the Wenfu? Why don't we..."

The smile on Qian Fuhai's face grew stronger and stronger.

"Killing is worse than killing"

There is only less than half a month left before the Wenfu Exam, and during this period of time, Jiang Li's painting skills have made some progress.

Now his cultivation in the spiritual realm can make excellent or even wonderful paintings, but the paint is still the most troublesome problem.

Inferior pigments can no longer be used in high-quality and wonderful paintings, and Qian Fuhai also strictly ordered Tongbao Pavilion not to sell middle-grade pigments to anyone related to Jiang Li. Now Jiang Li's only hope is Lu Yufu.

The Wenfu Grand Examination will invite many powerful people from Xuanguo to come and observe, and Lu Yufu's grandfather Lu Yangzi is one of them. Seeing that the time is getting closer and Lu Yufu has no news at all, this makes Jiang Greed a little uneasy.

Without paint, the painting method will be greatly reduced, and Jiang Li can only temporarily stop writing, watching the old butcher slaughtering pigs in the pig burning yard bored.

The old butcher's method of killing pigs has reached perfection. He touched the pig's body with his hand, and he would never change the knife with his hand. The blade cut smoothly to remove the bones.

For a moment, Jiang Greed even had an illusion that Dao Jie, who was immersed in it, was not an old butcher, but more like an artist.

The old butcher is not only good at butchering pigs, but also the roasted pork is the best in the world. While gnawing on a pig's foot while drinking wine, the meat is fat but not greasy.

This wine is even more intense and spicy, and one sip will make one's body burn, and one can feel comfortable after taking one sip in such weather.

"Master Dao, your wine is not bad, what's the history?"

Jiang Li also likes to drink, so can an artist be called an artist without drinking?He could tell whether the wine was good or bad as soon as he tasted it. He had drunk all the good wines in the Qing capital, but this was the first time he had seen this wine, and it was also the best wine he had ever had.

"Autumn Dew White, brewed with autumn dew from Moyun Cliff in Xiandu Mountain, the output is very small"

As the old butcher said, he pulled his wine gourd over, as if he was afraid that Jiang Greed would finish his drink.

"Where is it sold, the first wine in Qingdu seems not enough to look at in front of Qiu Lubai"

The aftertaste in Jiang Greed's mouth was endless. After drinking this wine, drinking other wines seemed to be bland.

"There is a restaurant at the entrance of Mahuang Lane. It doesn't have a market offer and only deals with acquaintances. If you say it was introduced by me, maybe you can sell it for a few taels."

The old butcher looked scary, but after such a long time of contact, Jiang Li gradually became familiar with their grandparents and grandchildren.

"Just that hairy guy?"

Jiang Li thought of the big man at the entrance of Mahuang Alley, who was as strong as an iron tower. He was shirtless and black haired all over in summer.

"Why do you have time today to watch me kill a pig?"

The old butcher finished his work, turned the butcher knife into the case, and separated the pork piece by piece.

"No way, the paint is used up, and the people from Tongbao Pavilion won't sell it to me"

Mentioning this incident made me feel a little angry. The artist's achievements are all piled up with money, but now he has several 10 taels of money, and now he can't buy paint!

I can't buy paint, and there is no difference between a pile of banknotes in the book tube and waste paper.

"How can I describe my mood to you now? It's just that I don't like anything. For example, I ate your meat and drank your wine. I should say a few words of thanks, but I just want to curse"

The old butcher raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Greed after hearing this, and then resumed his operation.

"You are sick, I am the only one who can cure you"

Seeing that Master Dao seemed to want to kill someone, Jiang Greed hurriedly shut up. If he hadn't taught Dao Ya how to paint, the old butcher wouldn't have been so kind to him.

"Have you offended someone recently?" the old butcher asked.

"It's the gangsters from Tongbao Pavilion"

"Recently, there are people with malicious intentions haunting your house every night. At least they have cultivation bases in the spirit realm. Please pay attention to yourself."

Jiang Li's eyes lit up after hearing this. Every day after he went to bed, there would be little paper figurines and paper cranes moving around in the yard. Of course he knew that someone wanted to sneak into his yard.

It's just that for some unknown reason, these people didn't dare to break in when they reached the door several times.

Jiang Gree couldn't see what they were doing, but the old butcher knew it so well.

"Master Dao, tell me, are you always enlightened?"

Only when Yuling Continent has extremely high talent or craftsmanship in a certain aspect, and can perceive the existence of spiritual power, will there be a basis for enlightenment.

Since all kinds of industries can be enlightened, so can a butcher, especially the old butcher's method of killing pigs can be said to be miraculous.

"I'm enlightened, I'm an idiot, and the butcher is just enlightened. After all, I've been doing pig killing all my life, but Yaya..." Speaking of Yaya, the old butcher felt a little headache.

"Is Yaya enlightened too?" Jiang Greed asked with interest.

The old butcher nodded, then let out a long sigh.

"Yaya is a girl, she is going to get married in the future, a girl butcher is enlightened, how can this happen.

That's why I took her all the way to Qingdu to see if she could learn to write and draw! "

Jiang Greed knew it, but the old butcher was doomed to be disappointed. For a while, it seemed that Yaya was more interested in killing pigs than in writing and painting.

Being so tough at such a young age, he turned out to be a little butcher too.

(End of this chapter)