Grand Master of Martial Arts

Chapter 365 Han Song Picture

The heavy snow fell, and Lin Xuan appeared on the cliff in a daze.

Surrounded by white snow, the cold pine tree stood there.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, as if it is going to swallow it.

The cold wind was bitter, but the Hansong was unmoved in the slightest.

It is rooted in the rock, despite the wind and snow.

Lin Xuan took a step forward, he suddenly felt a cold on the tip of his nose, and a snowflake fell on the tip of his nose.

"Is it a hallucination?"

Lin Xuan said to himself.

He reached out and touched the pine needles, feeling a tingling pain.

This illusion is too realistic!

Pine needles and white snow made Lin Xuan a little confused which was real and which was illusory.

He took a few steps forward and stood beside the pine tree.

There is a small piece of pure land under the pine tree, and the powerful rhizome can be clearly seen.

Lin Xuan has been immersed in this Hansong world for a long time.

He didn't wake up until Qiao Yu's painting was finished.

"it is good!"

Lin Xuan clapped his hands and praised.

"What a perfect piece!"

Qiao Yu was a little embarrassed.

He reached out to take off the canvas and give it to Lin Xuan.

"This is what I drew for Brother Lin!"

"To be honest, when I first saw Brother Lin, this painting was already formed in my heart."

"I have a feeling, Brother Lin, you are the tree in the painting."

"Your martial arts are full of dangers, just like the wind and snow."

"However, no matter how violent the wind and snow are, you are like that cold pine, standing still."

Lin Xuan smiled, but raised his hand to stop him.

"Brother Qiao, don't take off this painting yet, I want to add a few strokes."

Hearing what he said, Qiao Yu was stunned.

You know, every painting by the artist is a perfect work.

what is perfect

No downside!

Can't make any more supplements!
Even Qiao Yu didn't dare to add any more.

This picture of Hansong, even if it is only stained with a trace of ink, may destroy the original artistic conception.

"I really don't know what to do!"

"My brother kindly gave you a painting, but you want to destroy it!"

"Do you know how many people spend a lot of money in Qianxue Country just for a painting of my brother?"

Beside, Qiao Zi spoke again.

This time Qiao Yu didn't stop him.

As a painter, he has his own pride and conceit.

In his eyes, this picture of Hansong is perfect.

As a third-level painter, he has this confidence.

Now, Lin Xuan actually wanted to change his painting, which made him very unhappy.

However, due to his self-cultivation, he did not open his mouth to blame Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan turned his head and looked at Qiao Zi.

This girl is spoiled and spoiled, I really want to make her suffer.

"Brother Qiao, it's really presumptuous for me to change your painting."

"However, in my opinion, there is still something missing in this painting, so I have the courage to write."

Qiao Zi said again.

"If you destroy this painting, can you afford it!?"

Lin Xuan laughed out loud.

"Don't worry, I can afford it."

"Brother Qiao treated me like old friends at first sight, how could I disappoint Brother Qiao?"

"It's you, since you think I don't have this ability, do you want to make a bet with me?"

Qiao Zi glanced at him contemptuously.

"Bet? Bet on what?"

Lin Xuan took the paintbrush, and then spoke.

"It's very simple, if I can't perfect this painting, then I will be your servant for three days."

"In three days, I will do whatever you want me to do!"

"But if I can perfect it, then it's time to change your hot personality."

"That's good, how about you being my maid for three days?"

Qiao Zi gritted her teeth, and looked at Lin Xuan viciously.

The two sides were at war with each other, and the scene became very unfriendly.

"Brother Lin, sister She is not sensible, why are you so?"

Qiao Yu hurried out to smooth things over.

Lin Xuan waved his hand to signal him not to continue.

Immediately, he closed his eyes with a paintbrush in his hand.

The surrounding scene changed, and he had already arrived in the sacred mountain.

With a thought, all the books related to the painter floated in front of him.

It is very difficult to become a painter, and it is not something that can be done with experience.

Painters are different from other professions, they need to get familiar with painting over the years.

Lin Xuan had never touched painting before. In the eyes of the Qiao family brothers and sisters, if he could not destroy this painting, he would be considered a high-spirited person. How can he improve it?
However, they didn't know that Lin Xuan had the help of Shenshan.

All those books about painters played back in Lin Xuan's mind.

Lin Xuan kept it in his heart and drew it on the ground.

Half a day later, Lin Xuan looked at the paintings on the ground and nodded in satisfaction.

With a thought, he left the mountain.

At this time, the brothers and sisters of the Qiao family were watching him.

Among them, Qiao Yu's expression was very complicated.

It was obvious that he was worried.

Worried that his paintings would be destroyed, worried that Lin Xuan would be bullied by his sister, and worried that his sister would suffer.

However, this third worry, in his opinion, is a bit redundant.

Lin Xuan looked at the picture of Hansong and pondered for a moment.

Lifting the brush slightly, a few strokes outlined the embryonic form of a bird on the canvas.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Yu's eyes lit up.

"So solid basic skills!"

As a third-level painter, it was not difficult for Qiao Yu to see the methods Lin Xuan displayed.

This is the basic skill that every painter must practice diligently. If you don't practice it for ten or eight years, you can't practice it at all.

Beside him, Qiao Zi's expression was a little ugly.

"Is he really a painter?!"

This idea was immediately dismissed by her.

Like Qiao Yu, she is also a painter.

Although she is not as good as Qiao Yu in the way of painting, she also knows how difficult it is to draw a picture.

For Lin Xuan to incorporate new things into this painting, it is simply as difficult as reaching the sky.

"Hmph, I want to see how you make a fool of yourself!"

Qiao Zi gritted her teeth secretly.

At this moment, Lin Xuan didn't pay much attention to it.

All his attention was on the canvas. After sketching the bird, he didn't continue to sculpt.

This bird, like a half-finished product, was thrown there by Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan returned the brush in his hand to Qiao Yu, turned around, and took out a piece of charcoal from the fire.

There was still some fire on the charcoal, Lin Xuan reached out and wiped it off.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Yu's expression changed drastically.

Lin Xuan is going to paint with charcoal? !
This is indeed possible, but the risks are also high.

A little carelessness can destroy the entire painting.

Don't say it's perfect by then, Lin Xuan may have to find a way to complete the painting.

However, after thinking about it, he closed his mouth again.

Since Lin Xuan dared to do this, there must be his reasons.

I saw that Lin Xuan held the charcoal in his hand, flicked his wrist lightly, and sprinkled some toner on the canvas.

Then he turned around and said to Qiao Yu.

"Brother Joe has been waiting for a long time!"

(End of this chapter)