The Order of Purple Thorn

Putting down the brush in his hand, Nan Feng looked at Nan Xiangjun, "Father, do you see these words? All these years when I have picked up the brush I have been inscribing array diagrams, and I have almost forgotten how to write them. "

Nan Xiangjun waved his hand. After not allowing Nan Feng to speak, he walked over to the desk and earnestly read every word that Nan Feng had written.

"Good!" If my son does not walk the path of cultivation, he would also be a great scholar who is famous for his talent. Not to mention the calligraphy, just this word alone is not something that anyone can make. Nan Xiangjun sighed with emotion after looking at it for a while.

"This poem is called 'Red Manchu'. It is indeed an allusion, or rather, a tragic allusion. Father, please take a seat, Mother, all of you sit! " Nan Feng invited Fen Qingyun and the others who had stood up to sit.

After sitting down, Fen Qingyun asked Nan Feng to explain the poem anxiously. She was a Magic alchemy Grandmaster, and would study poetry, poetry and poetry with Xiao Qin and the others. She also had the feelings of a talented girl.

"It's about a general's determination to reclaim his homeland. It's sad because this loyal general was framed by a traitor …" Nan Feng told the story of Yue Wu Mu resisting the gold. Other people thought it was a story, but Nan Feng had told it as a love story.

"Son, I'll keep this." The Nan Xiangjun said.

"Father likes it, so I'll just take it. Although this character is a bit lacking, I think it's still pretty good on the aspect of being strong." Nan Feng said with a smile.

"There are some deficiencies?" Brother, you are too modest. When these words are said, all the scholars in the world will blush. In fact, you are feeling rather wronged. No one knew! No one knows! " Nan Yi was a little emotional.

"Nan Yi, your big brother is now just a martial husband, he is just a martial husband with some achievements." Nan Feng said with a smile.

"No, big brother is not a martial artist. In Nan Yi's heart, big brother is a gentleman. There was once someone in the Immortal Sacred Sea who was able to ascend and become an immortal. This big brother will do so someday. " Hearing Nan Feng say that he was a martial artist, Nan Yi did not agree.

"Let's not talk about zither music and painting. Husband, your guitar is the best; we know about your skill in chess and calligraphy. When you displayed your calligraphy just now, it was just lacking painting. It's a pity that Husband is not proficient in painting." Keluo Shuanghua laughed as she looked at Nan Feng.

"I was being low-key and didn't want to show off, so why did you force me? Someone! Go out on the street and buy some drawing paper, and a piece of charcoal for a carpenter. " Nan Feng shouted to the Jiyan Nan Family standing guard.

Nan Feng couldn't get his hands on exquisite drawings, but he had learned sketches from his comrades in the military academy. He could easily draw simple sketches, and that was because when he was inscribing array, he felt that he still had a foundation.

Nan Feng had something he needed to do, so the Jiyan Nan Family's guard was naturally the first to do it. In addition, the Lakeside building was bustling with noise and excitement, as he brought the Pestle Feathered Emperor with her. Originally, he wanted to bring the Pestle Feathered Emperor to the Mirage Pavilion.

She had understood Nan Feng's past and knew that he had talent in governance, business, Sergeant and other aspects. However, his literary and artistic skills were not something that Cultivator could easily understand.

Very quickly, Jiyan Nan Family bought the paper and pen.

Nan Feng pressed the drawing paper back down, "Shuanghua, you said that I can't do it, so let's have a look at the painting, and you just stand there by the railings and don't move."

Pointing his finger at Keluo Shuanghua, Nan Feng closed his eyes and thought, then he picked up the charcoal pen used by the carpenters, and started drawing on the paper, causing Qingfeng, Willow, Lakewater, Keluo Shuanghua's figure, and's appearance to appear on the paper.

After finishing the entire drawing, Nan Feng looked at Keluo Shuanghua, thought for a bit, and then drew his eyes.

When Keluo Shuanghua's beautiful eyes appeared on the drawing paper, the simple black and white painting seemed to have its own charm.

He picked it up and looked at it first. "It's really a miracle, a craftsman's charcoal can make a scroll of the drawing, but I've never heard of it."

After which, this painting was passed around in the hands of others.

"Big brother, why don't you use colors or dyes?" Nan Yi looked at Nan Feng, a little confused in his heart. In this world, painters painted with an alchemy pigment, so it was popular to see colourful paintings.

"When your big brother was young, his living conditions were poor. He probably didn't even have the chance to touch the dye." Fen Qingyun carried a pot that did not belong to her on her back.

"Mother is thinking too much. Actually, she was just casually drawing, a piece of charcoal and a piece of paper is more than enough. It took too much time and color and dye, your son doesn't have that kind of skills. Nan Feng said to Fen Qingyun with a smile.

Fen Qingyun looked at Nan Feng and laughed. She thought that Nan Feng did not want her to feel sad, because in her world, the son was the most understanding and the most understanding person.

"Alright, stop saying that I can't do anything. Nothing is impossible." Nan Feng patted his chest, at this time, there was no one who could stop Nan Feng's flirtatious and crazy journey.

"Maybe you're just good at drawing your wife. If you're really good at it, then draw one for me as well." She looked at Nan Feng and said.

"You only want a painting that belongs to you, just say it. I'll grant you that wish!" After arranging yourself properly, you should wear the rotunda clothes today, and have a different temperament and aura from your usual self, you should indeed leave behind a memory. " Nan Feng laughed, he understood what was on his mind.

Afterwards, he leaped up and landed on the Lakeside building's fence.

Simple! Nan Feng's charcoal drifted about, and a flying immortal map appeared. Nan Feng's mind was moved, and he wrote on the map again, I want to return home using the wind, but I'm also afraid that I'll be in an extremely cold place!

"Alright, this is a painting that belongs solely to you. Go and work on the scroll and set it up." Nan Feng pointed at the picture in front of him.

After looking at it, he nodded his head in satisfaction. "I really don't like those pretty boys who are full of literary talent, but they don't have much use for it. You're still okay."

Regarding this evaluation, Nan Feng felt very helpless, this was just like losing a friend, he could not care less.

Seeing that everyone was interested, Nan Feng made a few more paintings for everyone, ending the matter.

Through today's incident, he and the others knew that Nan Feng was not a vulgar martial artist, but he had emotions and talent.

After accompanying his family for a while, Nan Feng went into closed door cultivation. He was training in the Soul Power and training in the Yuan Qi, so his path of cultivation was very smooth.

Other than that, the Ascension Flight that Nan Yi mentioned that day had a huge impact on Nan Feng. In his heart, he yearned to be able to Ascend so she would not cultivate for nothing. That was when she would be a real strong person.

Of course, even if he could do it, Nan Feng would not allow what happened to the first feathered ascender to happen to him. This world had its own kin and friends. He needed stability, stability unleashed by power.