"what happened?"

Jiang Yi wondered, if he painted according to the memories in his mind, why did this painting have no rhyme? The Phoenix Luan beside him froze for a moment, waking up and saying, "Son, I remember you originally closed your eyes when painting."

"Close your eyes? Oh yeah, I originally entered a state of harmony between man and nature."

Jiang Yi slapped his head and left the picture aside. The herring quickly replaced another piece of rice paper. Jiang Yi entered the state of harmony between man and nature. This time the painting was slower, and he concentrated on thinking about Leishan and Daoyun in Leishan. , Paint with heart.

This time he was better than last time. At least he could barely recognize this as a landscape painting, with endless seas, long islands, rolling ridges, ten thunder mountains, and a thunderbolt in the sky. Under the chopping, there is a thunder fire outside Thunder Mountain...

Of course, Jiang Yi’s painting skills still dare not be complimented, painting mountains is not mountains, painting water is not water, painting a thunderbolt is like a chicken paw print...

"Sister, how are you?"

After Jiang Yi finished the last stroke, the herring asked nervously. Feng Luan frowned, his eyes full of confusion, shook his head and said: "It's useless, there is no rhyme in this painting, it can't attract people's daydreams to touch the soul, this is not a sky painting."

Jiang Yi opened his eyes and was disappointed. Originally, he thought he had a skill to make a lot of money. Now it seems that the original painting was only accidentally obtained. Now he deliberately paints, but he can’t paint the essence, and he can’t imprint Dao Yun. On top.

They are still between two and three hundred million days of stone. If they go out to hunt the mountain bandits, they can be easily killed by the thunderfire hill band. But what if you encounter a big bandit army? There is still going out to fight, what if it escapes? Is there a strong man nearby? It wasn't exposed at once. By then, Lu Lin will definitely be secretly arranged, and they will be in danger.

"Draw again!"

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, regardless of it, he was completely silent in the painting, he did not care whether the final painting was painted in the sky, and after drawing one piece and another piece of white paper, the brush and ink kept painting. After two hours, I stopped drawing after drawing dozens of pictures.

He opened his eyes and looked at Feng Luan, but the result was still a pair of sad eyes. He threw the pen and said angrily: "No more painting."

Feng Luan motioned for herring to clean up and made a tea ceremony for Jiang Yi: "Young Master, don't be discouraged. Since you can make a pair of sky paintings, you will definitely have the opportunity to draw sky paintings again. It's better like this... Starting today, I Every day I teach my son to paint for half a day, and in the rest of the time, my son goes to practice. Let’s experiment for a month. If it still doesn’t work, how about giving up?”

"Ok!"

Jiang Yi thought that Dao pattern fusion has recently fallen into a bottleneck, and it is useless to force practice. It is better to transform his thinking, practice Yuanli, learn about witchcraft, learn to learn painting every day, maybe it is not necessary to suddenly realize enlightenment?

Only five months have passed. It is not necessarily safe to go out now. It is very likely that Lu Lin is still sending people to investigate their whereabouts. Jiang Yi asked Qian Wanguan to go back to comprehend the soul pavement fragments. After drinking a cup of tea, he got up and said, "Okay, Feng'er, please teach me how to paint."

"it is good!"

Feng Luan nodded in response, she did not get up, but sat down and said: "The young man must learn some basic knowledge to learn painting. The first is the type of painting. Our Feng Ming mainland divided the painting into ink painting. Painted with ink pen, there are also pink paintings, which need to be smeared with gouache, which will have colorful and bright colors. In addition, there are mud paintings, simple paintings, embroidery paintings, carving paintings, etc. The son... don’t have to learn so complicated , Just concentrate on ink painting."

"There are also other types of paintings, including landscape paintings, figure paintings, flying birds, fish, insects, beast paintings, boundary paintings, hazy paintings, etc. The artist who has just started to recommend starting with landscape painting, which is easier to learn."

"The third is painting skills. Painting skills include splashing ink, meticulous brushwork, sketching, freehand brushwork, sketching, white strokes, boneless, finger painting, etc. Later, the son will watch me paint first, and I will explain to you in detail. I can bring basic things You are getting started, but the master brings you in, and you can see your personal skills, what level your master’s drawing skills have reached, then it depends on your understanding and hard work..."

Feng Luan is also barely everyone in the painting and calligraphy world. Many things come open, and Jiang Yi heard a while. Fortunately, Feng Luan is a good master. She simply outlined some basic knowledge, got up to paint, taught while painting, and explained in depth, so Jiang Yi learned a lot easier.

All day long, Jiang Yi didn't write. He watched Feng Luan's paintings slowly and explained them little by little. When it was dark outside, he finally understood some basic knowledge.

He tried to make a few paintings, and the level gradually became better. Lei Shan was no longer crooked, Lei Ling was also different, and the lightning in the sky was no longer like a chicken paw print.

"The son has a good understanding, and perseverance must be a member of the painting and calligraphy world, and it is just around the corner to become a painter."

Feng Luan slightly bowed his head and praised, Jiang Yi laughed, throwing the pen away and stretched out a lazy waist, said: "Okay, let's stop here today, I think it is to practice or go... continue to study our new moves? "

"Not coming, others are not coming."

Seeing Jiang Yi's eyes sweeping, herring fluttered and fled away, and Fengluan's complexion also changed, with one hand attached to the plump buttocks, his eyes rolled up and he said, "Master, you are too bad, you Let’s go to practice, they still hurt..."

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Yi laughed into the room and went to practice. This time he did not merge the lines, but he practiced the elemental force while enlightening the witchcraft and let the thinking transform. Otherwise, if he got into the horns, he could not get out. It's troublesome.

After practicing all night, Jiang Yi went out of the customs the next afternoon and learned to paint with Feng Luan. He was going to spend a month to see if he could make another sky painting. Once he could draw a large number of sky paintings, he would not have to risk hunting mountain bandits.

Unfortunately, half a month later, the level of Jiang Yi's painting has improved a lot. Feng Luan said that he can reach the level of the painter, which can be described as a rapid progress, but he never painted a sky painting again.

Jiang Yi was a bit disappointed. Instead, Feng Luan and herring kept giving Jiang Yi encouragement. Feng Luan did not hesitate to take Jiang Yi, he promised that if Jiang Yi could make another sky painting, he could satisfy him with any posture. Feng Luan is not as unrestrained as herring, and has always been very conservative. As she said this, Jiang Yi was as violent as the blood of chicken.

With the passage of time, the outside world became calmer, Lu Lin seemed to have forgotten the matter, and the mountain bandit corps that hunted down Jiang Yi no longer paid attention. Hongjia Lijia also seemed to give up. The son ignored it completely.

One month later!

Jiang Yi's pen was heavy, and he said angrily: "If you don't paint, what if you become the king of paintings? A painting can't sell tens of thousands of days, wasting time!"

Feng Luan was silent, and the herring went silently to clean up. Jiang Yi's painting skills improved rapidly in the past month, but there was still a gap to the level of Feng Luan. This thing is not made overnight, the most important thing is-he drew at least tens of thousands of paintings, and none of the sky paintings were drawn. It seems that the paintings painted on that day are really just like a puppet.