Royal Master Painter

Chapter 93

Because of the exhaustion of his spiritual power while painting, Jiang Tan stayed in the White Ape Mansion for another two days, and got to know the group of white apes thoroughly.

Xiandu Mountain is full of aura, and with this kind of wine, it will soon return to its original state.

When he left, the group of white apes were also very reluctant to part with them, but after all, this was the Wenfu Grand Examination and he couldn't let him do it by himself, and Jiang Greed had to go to other places to see.

"Don't worry, I will come back when I have time"

Seeing the White Ape King stretch out his fist, Jiang Li also stretched out his fist and touched it to show his commitment.

There are many strange beasts living in every mountain of Xiandu Mountain. In order to send Jiang Lian's security department away, the White Ape King led a large group of men to follow Jiang Lian and cleared many obstacles.

This group of white apes are like bullies in the mountains, they are best at gang fights, but it's a pity that many strange beasts who had no ill intentions towards Jiang Greed were beaten for nothing.

"Thank you, see you later"

After walking with them for a while before stopping, Jiang Greed waved at the white apes from a distance, and even the fat tiger howled a few times.

Jiang Greed was a little moved. Once these apes with enlightened wisdom came into contact with each other, they found that they were really easy to get along with.

After the final farewell, Jiang Greed folded a paper crane and let it fly. The White Ape King held it in both hands, and the paper crane landed in his palm, and then a high-pitched ape cry rang out from the mountain.

After staying in the White Ape Mansion for nearly ten days, it was not for nothing. At least Fat Tiger still had a few jars of good wine on him and the huge picture of the White Ape Stealing Wine.

Jiang Greed went very well here, but the others were a bit unsatisfactory, but nearly 500 people had been eliminated in ten days, and the danger of Xiandu Mountain exceeded everyone's expectations.

With this picture of a white ape stealing wine as a basis, even if he can't get the leader to enter the Wenfu, he is already sure, drinking a little wine and humming a little song, wandering around the mountains.

Along the way, he also encountered many strange beasts, but they were not very strong, and Fat Tiger could easily deal with them.

When passing by a mountain, Jiang Li made a strange discovery that there were purple fruits growing under a sunny mountain rock.

This made Jiang Greed feel very novel, and the stones can bloom and bear fruit anytime.

I leaned forward to have a look, and there was a layer of fine hair on the purple fruit, hanging upside down under the stone.

Curiously, he touched it with his hand, and the 'purple fruit' shook. Under Jiang Lian's gaze, the purple fruit suddenly bloomed and turned into a bird that flew up.

"Ziyan?"

This bird, Jiang Li, is very familiar, and it is Ziyan who is regarded as auspicious by all Qingdu people.

Every winter, purple swallows will fly away from Qing Dynasty, but they did not expect to spend the winter here.

The purple swallow hung upside down where the sun was shining, and then wrapped its body with its wide wings to keep warm, survived the severe cold, and returned to Qingdu in mid-April.

Walking into the mountains, there are purple swallows wrapped under almost every sunny stone, like purple fruits, countless.

The fat tiger was a little hungry and licked his tongue, ready to have a full meal, but before he could make a predation movement, the huge tiger body flew upside down in an instant, drawing a deep ditch on the ground.

Where Fat Tiger was standing just now, a hunchbacked old man appeared. This old man was only half the height of Jiang Li, and he was wearing a purple fleece coat.

"It's unreasonable. Has no one told you that Ziyan is auspicious?"

Seeing that someone intended to hurt Ziyan, the old man was very angry, and he was ready to quarrel with his neck.

"It's the late students who didn't take good care of their own painting spirit, please make amends, and dare to ask senior, who are you..."

Jiang Li didn't even see clearly the actions just now, nor could he figure out the depth of this person, and he didn't even know whether it was a man or a demon.

"This is Yangui Valley, and I am the person who keeps the valley"

After rambling on for a long time, he suddenly saw Jiang Lian's book tube.

"Lu Daoxuan's disciple?"

"You know my husband?"

"Of course I do. My surname is Yan, and I'm also a Mr. Wenfu, in charge of training and punishment." The old man tried his best to straighten his back.

"Then you can't punish me, I'm not a student of the Wenfu yet."

"You are Lu Daoxuan's disciple, of course you are also a student of Wenfu, but I am going to let you go."

"Thank you Mr. Yan"

"Don't thank me in a hurry, if you can help me write a poem praising Ziyan, I will not only let you go, but also teach you a secret method of Wenfu.

If you can't write it, then I have to keep you in Yangui Valley until the end of the Wenfu exam, and leave with Ziyan in mid-April."

When Jiang Greed heard it, wouldn't it come at his fingertips, and he could actually exchange for a secret method of Wenfu.

"When the swallows came to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lagged behind Qingming. The green moss on the pond was three or four o'clock, and there was another sound or two under the eaves. The days were long and the catkins were flying lightly.

Qiao Xiaodong's female companion, picking mulberries on the way to meet her.It is suspected that the spring dream was good last night, but it is because the grass fight is won today, and the smile comes from both faces. "

The old man felt relieved when he heard Jiang Lian's poem praising Ziyan. While savoring it, he took out a pen from his pocket, dipped some saliva on the tip of the pen, and wrote down the poem directly on a stone.

"I'm not surprised that Lu Daoxuan's disciples can paint, but I didn't expect that they could write poems so well."

Jiang Gu took a look, and there were many Ziyan poems on many stone walls in Yangui Valley. It seemed that Mr. Yan had snatched them from somewhere.

After Mr. Yan finished writing, Jiang Li said with a smile.

"You are satisfied with the poem, I don't know the secret method of Danqing you mentioned..."

Mr. Yan was very short and could only reach Jiang Li's waist. He walked around Jiang Li a few times and sniffed a few times.

"Of course I won't break my promise. The secret technique I want to teach you is Danqing method and spirit technique. This secret technique was left by the first generation of palace masters. It is undoubtedly powerful.

But let me tell you in advance that practicing this technique is also very risky. There are many people in Wenfu who have practiced it, but except for the founder of this technique and the first generation of the palace master, all those who practiced this technique died without exception."

"Then you still pass it on to me"

Wen Fu has been passed down for more than 2000 years, and only one person succeeded in cultivation. Jiang Li didn't know whether the little man in front of him thought too highly of him or wanted to harm him.

"You are different from other people. You have a very strange power in you. Although you are trying to suppress it, you can't hide it from my eyes."

Hearing what Mr. Yan said, Jiang Li's heart skipped a beat. The strange power he was talking about was naturally Yin power.

"Don't worry, I will keep this secret for you, but it is this kind of power that reminds me of this secret technique, and maybe it can reappear its light on you."

"Next, you listen carefully to what I have to say, and carefully comprehend. Wenfu painters can use the Danqing method to imbue the paintings they make, thus creating painting spirits.

And the art of combining spirits is aimed at painting spirits. There are two types in total, matching other people's spirits and matching one's own spirit. "

"Take out the pen and paper and draw"

A piece of paper was laid flat in front of him in the air, and Jiang Greed followed Mr. Yan's command and began to paint.

"In harmony with the spirit of others, we should first collect the spirit"

(End of this chapter)