Datang: I played synthesis in Zhenguan

Yan Liben went round and round to the farm, and when he entered the door, he saw the princess Chang Le waiting at the door to welcome the little man beside him.

Who is this man?It seems that the farm has heard that Princess Changle can greet her.

Yan Liben's heart tightened belatedly, this could be Zheng Renjing, the devil of the Zheng family.

It was this guy who made the Fan Yang Lu clan fall apart, and now there are four factions in the court.

It was his Renjing shop that rented cattle, sold fertilizers, and planted seeds in Taiyuan, Qinghe, and Zhao counties, and used all three of them to play with meat and vegetables.

Now in the imperial court, Zheng Renjing is a taboo name, and Yan Liben, who is a child of a family, naturally has a deep fear of him.

"You are back, this is the person you cheated back."

Chang Le blinked lightly, and looked at Yan Liben curiously, what's wrong with this man?

"Little girl, don't talk nonsense. This is Yan Liben, the lord of the lord. The two of us became close friends because of art, and we came back to study painting skills together."

When Changle heard him say the word painting skills, his eyes were strange, and he dragged on for a long time.

"Then I won't bother you, I'm going to accompany my mother."

A Niang of Princess Changle, who needs to ask?
The queen is actually here, and Princess Changle can still be said to be a friend here, so the queen is here to say that the devil of the Zheng family is a son-in-law!

"Ahem, little man, take me to the studio quickly, I'll be painting all night."

Yan Liben panicked, he didn't want to be here, he just wanted to finish the painting quickly and stay away from the devil of the Zheng family forever.

"Okay, I didn't expect you to love painting so much"

Zheng Renjing dragged Yan Liben to a separate studio.

Yan Liben saw that the so-called studio was a small room lit with candles, and there was nothing else in it except white paper, brushes and a high stool.

Yan Liben didn't dislike the rudimentary place, so he immediately ground it and prepared to start construction.

"Xiao Langjun, let me draw a portrait of you first, you can take a look first"

Yan Liben still had some confidence in his painting skills, so he had to show off when he came up.

"No, who said you should draw figures?"

Yan Liben blinked cutely, just like a child.

"Look at this kind of painting, and later use this painting technique to draw a story for me."

Yan Liben seemed, probably, felt that something was going to happen to him.

Sure enough, when he took out something called ink manga, he felt something was wrong.

"What is drawn by this figure, why are the eyes so big, why is the composition so strange, and there is merit in the different thickness of the lines"

Yan Liben Balabala belittled the manga, he just listened, and then asked disdainfully

"Do you know?"

Yan Liben felt that he was insulted, wouldn't he know this kind of crude painting skills?

"Then draw a picture and see"

"Okay, just watch"

Yan Liben copied comics, and the more he drew, the uglier he became. In the end, he tore up his own drawing.

"It shouldn't be, how could this be, can't I even draw such a simple picture?"

Yan Liben fell into self-doubt, but he showed a smug smile.

"Take it, draw well, I like you"

Yan Liben took over a book "Comics from Beginning to Cultivation" and more than a dozen comics called "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" and a bunch of strange pens.

This time, he really didn't intend to teach in a sheep-herding way, but he really couldn't draw, so he could only pretend to be deep.

When he walked outside the house, he could still hear Yan Liben's surprise inside.

"Oh, it turns out that the lines are made of pens of different thicknesses. Huh, they borrowed external force and used crude skills."

"Oh, so this kind of paper is called manga paper"

"Hey, there are grids and black lines, what are they for?"

Then I had to read comics by myself and study on my own.

On the second day, the sun was shining brightly, and Yan Liben looked at the twilight of the morning with dark circles around his eyes.

"When is daylight?"

While criticizing the manga all night, he frantically learned skills.

creak~
Yan Liben secretly opened the door to escape, but he didn't know that handsome young man was sitting not far from the house, and a pretty maid beside him was feeding him fruit.

"Hey, Lord Lord, is this going to court early? Remember to come back early."

Yan Liben was disheveled and tired, and he had just figured out the manga this night.

Come back early, this guy is not going to let him go.

"it is good"

Yan Liben could only shout out a good word helplessly. That day Yan Liben was standing in the Tai Chi Hall, squinting his eyes and fell asleep standing up.

In the early morning, I had no intention of going home, and consciously came to the small black room.

"Brother Liben came back early!"

When Yan Liben saw him holding the painting he copied last night, the smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth made him shudder.

"I have a book here, you can draw hundreds of pictures according to the contents of this book!"

Yan Liben took over the book, it was a story-based novel called "Sword Immortal", reading the book, the characters, and the writing, this book is an excellent work.

It's just that scholars should concentrate on such trivial matters, which is a waste of time.

Criticism is criticism, but he still has to paint what should be painted, after all, the other party is his creditor.

For ten consecutive days, Yan Li came here every day, consciously locked himself in the dark room, and wrote vigorously.

Finally, the first volume of "Sword Fairy" he gave was finally finished, but the number of pages has far exceeded a hundred.

"Not bad, very good, brother Liben, your drawing skills are superb"

Zheng Renjing was very satisfied with the original cartoon of "Sword Immortal" in his hand, and then he took out a scroll from behind and handed it over.

Yan Liben was alert immediately, this guy won't do it again, right?

"This is my treasured "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" and it is also left by a deceased close friend"

"Why don't you want to see it?"

Yan Liben shook his head, he wanted to see it but he flinched thinking of all the things in the small dark room these days.

Zheng Renjing let out a long sigh
"Hey~ I thought you and I were confidants all the way, but I didn't expect you to suspect that I had ulterior motives."

Yan Liben was ashamed, but Zheng Renjing gave him two peerless paintings, and he actually suspected that tearing up "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was a trap set by him on purpose.

It is really a villain's heart to judge a gentleman's belly, and it is too unethical for him to do so.

"No, no, I have ink on my hand and dare not stain this painting"

"Wait for me to wash my hands and face"

Yan Liben washed up and put the painting on the table. This time, he would never tear the painting apart again, and he was very proud of himself.

The picture scroll is unfolded, the colors are gorgeous, the brushwork is fine, and the composition is flat and far.

He couldn't help caressing the mountains and rivers on the scroll, feeling this grace.

呲~
An inaudible sound exploded in his ears, and he saw that where his hand had touched, the paint on the scroll had turned into a ball of paste.

"Brother Liben, just look at the paintings when you look at them, why are you still getting started?"

Yan Liben looked at him, and then at the painting, why the paint on the painting hadn't dried completely yet.

Isn't this the posthumous work of the deceased?
Yan Liben yanked his right hand vigorously, scolding himself bitterly in his heart
"Why don't you have a long memory, he is not a good person!"

Sure enough, without saying a word, Zheng Renjing took out the second volume of Sword Immortal that had been prepared

"Oh, brother Liben, pay off the debt."

Yan Liben took the book, like a sluggish machine, put away the scroll, spread out the comic paper, picked up the pen, and started to draw stroke by stroke.