Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 50 A young man painted wild horses with splashed ink
Lin Siye's words were filled with anticipation, and his eyes fell on An Le, shining brightly.

In fact, such words were quite rude, and even somewhat provocative, but Fourth Master Lin asked quite sincerely.

Xi Xiang stood aside quietly, not daring to speak much, and she never expected that Fourth Master would speak like that.

An Le was stunned for a moment, then realized the meaning of Fourth Master Lin's words, his eyes turned, and he fell on the black horse basking in the warm spring sun on the pasture in the distance.

The Robber Lima has a dark body, a long and narrow mane, and a thick horse neck. Just walking in the grass, it seems to be full of energy and blood, with bright eyes, and the stretched horse's muscles are knotted, and it contains surging strength.

The sun shines on its black hair, glistening, it is indeed a steed.

"What a horse." An Le admired Pioli and praised him sincerely.

The black horse on the pasture in the distance seems to be enjoying An Le's praise, with a little hot air coming out of its big nostrils, its thick neck held high, it trots back and forth a few steps, its mane fluttering, and it looks handsome.

"Fourth Master, apart from painting bamboo, I know a little bit about others."

After praising the horse, he turned his head to look at Fourth Master Lin, clasped his fists and bowed.

Fourth Master Lin's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he came to An Le's side in a few steps, took An Le's hand, and came to the table.

"Come on, come on, can everyone give Lin a hand?"

"Just draw a picture of my Pirate Li from outside the Pass."

Lin Siye held the ceremony of Confucian scholars and made a solemn request to An Le.

"Why is fourth master obsessed with drawing horses?"

An Le didn't refuse, but just asked out of curiosity.

Fourth Master Lin raised his head, his brows were tinged with melancholy, and he looked at the horses on the pasture in the distance: "I like raising and taming horses, and this Robber Li, which comes back with me from outside the pass, is my favorite." I had a horse, but in Lin’an, it couldn’t run and often got sick, after thinking about it, I decided to send it away.”

"This painting is a souvenir and a farewell."

"I love horses, but in Lin'an, people can't help themselves and are covered in shackles. It follows me, but it will only be bound in vain, and there is no chance to gallop on the battlefield."

Fourth Master Lin talked a lot, and his tone was full of loneliness and reluctance.

An Le can really feel Lin Siye's reluctance and heartbreak.

Fourth master Lin sent away Robber Li, just like the Lin family sent away those sons who were about to go to war.

An Le sighed.

Suddenly I understood why Mrs. Hua asked him to find Fourth Master Lin to learn about the Little Sage List. Perhaps Mrs. Hua also wanted him to draw a horse for Fourth Master Lin if he could draw horses.

Of course, the will is still on him, if he is unwilling or unable to, just refuse.

An Le thought for a while, and said with a smile: "In this case, Xiaosheng is making a fool of himself."

After the words fell, Lin Siye, who was still lonely between his brows, couldn't help turning his head to look, his eyes were full of joy, he knew that since An Le was willing to paint, he was naturally somewhat sure.

"I'm grinding ink for everyone An!"

Fourth Master Lin was looking forward to it, removed half of the painting he had drawn on the table, and re-covered it with cooked rice.

In the distance, Xi Xiang watched with a surge of emotion, Fourth Master personally grinds the ink to change the paper, if it gets out, it will definitely cause an uproar.

"Fourth master, you don't need to familiarize yourself with Xuan, but use Xuan paper instead."

An Le said.

Sheng Xuan painted horses?

Fourth Master Lin was stunned for a moment. He also admired An Le's ink bamboo from Mrs. Hua. With the freehand ink painting method, the bamboo painting is indeed unique and has a special charm.

But horses can also be drawn with freehand brushwork? !

Meticulous painting of horses can only outline the shape and demeanor of the horse. Compared with painting people, gongbi painting of horses will have some advantages. Only by finely sketching the horse's mane and hair can the painting be vivid and lifelike.

However, he never questioned anything, Anle's ink bamboo is a school of its own, and it's not impossible to paint horses freehand!

He immediately exchanged raw Xuan for cooked Xuan, and began to concentrate on grinding ink.

The sound of caressing is like the waves of the bamboo sea, and the fragrance of ink immediately floats in the garden.

An Le pondered for a long time, but didn't paint right away, but walked to the side of the Robo Li that was pacing in the pasture.

Perhaps it was because of the demon-quenching ancient jade that Daoli didn't show any rebelliousness when Anle approached, but instead moved to Anle's side very docilely.

An Le rubbed Robo Li's head, then took off the reins, took the saddle, patted the horse's belly, and turned back to the table.

Fourth Master Lin, who was grinding ink, watched quietly.

"The avenue of painting lies in the pursuit of nature. Fourth Master must remember Robo Li, so he should paint his most uninhibited and free moments."

pasture.

The bandit who took off the saddle raised the horse's neck high, swung it violently, and the mane was flying, gorgeous and unruly!
Anle picked up the pen at the right time, swallowed the ink, and the spirit of the Niwan Palace was surging.

Then he wrote on the Shengxuan.

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Quiet Street, the luxurious mansion prepared by the Qin Mansion for Luo Qingchen.

The leisure pavilion in the mansion.

Flowing glass of water, nine winding corridors.

Boiling water was burning on the charcoal stove, and the heat was rising, and the mouth of the stove was screaming.

Luo Qingchen sat quietly, looking at the rockery pond in the peaceful water pavilion, her eyes were dazed, as if she was a little lost in thought.

The words Young Master Qin said to him yesterday were extremely rude, but it was understandable, because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and an unbalanced mentality is inevitable.

Besides, young master Qin is not a good talker. Among the several young masters in the Qin family, young master Qin is the most domineering, but he has the confidence.

Ever since Qin Qianqiu's second elder brother was beaten to death by Lin Jiaqilang in a civil and martial arts arena, Qin Xiang was distraught, and Qin Qianqiu was born later, and transferred Qin's second son's preference to Qin Qianqiu.

Therefore, Qin Qianqiu is the treasure in the palm of Qin Xiang,

In addition, Qin Qianqiu's own cultivation talent, as well as the monstrous power gained from accompanying the prince, are all his boundless confidence.

He has a lot of masters behind the scenes, and the only thing Luo Qingchen deserves attention is breaking through the five realms. The way to practice the five realms is a hurdle. There are not a few people who break through the five realms alone, and it is commendable to break through the five realms twice.

But no matter how commendable it is, the Dao heart is easily dusted, and people are disappointed again and again, and they will lose their favor.

Now Luo Qingchen's value in Qin Qianqiu's heart has been greatly reduced, that's why there was that rude conversation yesterday.

"Kill Anle?"

Luo Qingchen stood up, walked down from the pavilion with her hands behind her back, and walked to the edge of the pool, watching the koi and goldfish wandering comfortably in the pool, she couldn't help being lost in thought.

"But today's young people are no longer the unknown people I saw in the quiet street back then. They hold small sacred orders, have flowers to melt the ice to protect the road, and a calligraphy to scare Lin'an... Even if I kill such a person, I'm afraid I will die." Just give up this life."

"But I don't want to."

Luo Qingchen closed her eyes.

The figure of the legendary No. [-] scholar in the Feixue Cottage appeared in his mind.

Even though Donghai Dixin Pearl washed away the dust in his heart, he still couldn't forget the crushing battle that day.

The shadow has always existed, engraved deep in the soul, and needs to be washed by himself.

The shadow left by Hua Jie Bing Xin Sword is nothing.

Opening his eyes, Luo Qingchen's eyes were deeply tired, and he left Qingzhou with a lot of energy, and landed in Lin'an, intending to go straight to Qingyun.

But once he was defeated, before he knew it, a long time had already been wasted.

He has no time to look back.

"Perhaps, Lin'an and I hate each other, so it's time to go back to Qingzhou."

Luo Qingchen let out a breath.

He planned to find an opportunity to pay a visit to Prime Minister Qin, to thank him for the kindness he had given to Donghai at the beginning. Even though he had joined the Prime Minister Qin's mansion for so many years, it was considered a repayment, but at the end of the day, Prime Minister Qin was willing to extend his hand, so the meaning was naturally different.

"Zhu Shan, prepare the chariot, I'm going to visit Prime Minister Qin."

Back in the pavilion, Luo Qingchen picked up the already cold tea and shouted softly.

However, the voice echoed in the long corridor, but there was no response from the burly coachman who followed him out of Qingzhou, accompanied him in triumph and frustration.

Before Luo Qingchen could drink the tea, he paused.

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When it comes to drawing horses, many images flashed through An Le's mind.

There is the "Five Horses Picture" that painted famous horses, but the Five Horses Picture followed the line drawing route, and carefully outlined every detail and expression of the horse with meticulous painting.

But besides horses, there are also people in the picture of five horses. The horse is saddled and the horse is led by a person, which is not suitable for Lin Siye's state of mind.

Free horses, unruly horses... It is still the well-known horse painter who "washed all horses from all ages".

The mind emerges, and An Le's mind is clear, as if pictures flashed one by one.

After the practice, the Niwan Palace was full of mind and spirit, and An Le felt that her painting skills had improved a lot, and it was more profound than in her previous life.

He does not copy the paintings of his previous life, but paints with his own understanding.

The soft wolf drank the thick ink and poured it on the white rice paper. A stroke of thick ink was drawn on the horse's neck with thick lines, and then on the horse's belly. The arc was outlined, it was completely natural!

Between pen and ink and paper, An Le's mind surges majesticly, gathering in it like fireflies in the night.

The aura of heaven and earth moves accordingly, carrying the spring breeze.

Lin Siye was on the side, his eyes narrowed, and with a few strokes, he roughly outlined the shape of the horse's body. He drew the neck of the horse with thick ink, and outlined the belly of the horse. Anle seemed to know the shape and structure of the horse very well!
After the structure of the neck, abdomen, buttocks, legs and other parts are outlined, the front of the picture is large and the back is small, with a perspective texture. Anle then uses another pen to stain wet ink and splash it with appropriate shades. Line drawing is vivid on paper.

Then sweep the ink with a dry brush to create the mane and tail, the thick, light, dry and wet are natural, and the movement is flexible!

Drawing a horse's leg with one stroke is like a steel knife, and its strength penetrates the paper, as if the horse is already galloping!
buzzing...

The aura of heaven and earth converges, and the mind is condensed in the painting!
An Le's complexion is dignified, and his mind is constantly integrated into the painting. He draws the horse's hoof with thick ink. The painting is very delicate, and the horse's hoof is one part, as if condensing the essence of the whole painting!

All of a sudden, there seemed to be a horse's hooves falling, like thunder after a cloud!
Lin Siye and Xixiang watched in shock.

The horses in the painting seem to be reckless and unruly, galloping wildly on the grassland, galloping like lightning!
In the distance, the robber lilies on the pasture seemed to feel the same kind of galloping. With a neigh, they raised their front hooves and ran wildly on the pasture.

Fourth Master Lin looked at the ink horse on the rice paper in shock, the light and dark, lines, perspective and other ink painting techniques blended into the sketch, as if he saw the once bohemian and unrestrained Bandit Li!

At that moment, Fourth Master Lin felt an unbridled freedom, the heroism of breaking the shackles!

The wind suddenly blows in the world, and the grass gallops!

The aura of heaven and earth and the mind and spirit are both a gathering picture!
A young man splashes ink to draw a wild horse, and if he completes the painting, he will get the Eighth Grade God Refining Picture!
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