Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 6 Madame Dances Sword, A Sketch on Paper

An Le was intimidated by Mrs. Hua's astonishing spirit before, but she didn't notice that the ray of time he absorbed was actually golden.

This gave An Le a little surprise. The golden age energy can be condensed into Dao fruit, which has great benefits!
The picture in front of me is like rippling water, and the scene comes into view.

……

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road.

The faint and clear rain sprinkled obliquely in the sky, lingering in the smoke, making the world confused and sad.

Outside Lin'an City, the ancient official road.

The drizzle is like silk, intertwined for a long time, there are two figures holding a horse, strolling in the courtyard, walking along the bluestone of the official road, poetic and picturesque, with a unique flavor.

The woman is dressed in a white dress, with a three-foot sheathed sword on her waist. The man beside her has sharp eyebrows like a knife, and is as bold as an abyss. He is wearing silver armor and a white cloak. With a broad knife on his back, he was full of domineering, holding the reins of the tall black horse, walking silently.

The lover goes out to fight, the wife sees him off, and the lingering spring rains are all stained with parting sorrow.

Watch it peacefully, from a third-person perspective, like watching a movie.

That man in armor should be the eldest son of the Lin family, with a cultivation level that reaches the sky, with no swords and guns, he overwhelms other peoples, sits in the frontier fortress of Dazhao, and rejects the Yuanmeng army from outside the Canglang River.

At this time, Mrs. Hua was still young, with a pretty face, with the beauty and confusion that a girl in the blooming season should have.

Finally, the two walked silently for a long time, no matter how reluctant they were, they finally came to an end.

"I'm going here, don't know when will be the return date."

"The concubine dances a sword to see off her husband."

Madam Hua said softly.

After that, he drew out the long sword at his waist. The sword body was like a cicada's wing, thin but sharp. While waving it, it lightly cut the raindrops, covered with water mist, and bloomed like a flower.

The man led the horse to a stop, chuckled lightly, took out a jade flute from the horse's rucksack, and pressed it to his lips, the sound of the flute was long and continuous.

The woman dances the sword and the man plays the flute. This scene is a beautiful picture.

The man got on his horse and looked at the woman in white who was dancing with a sword. Her legs lightly pinched the horse's belly. The black horse was galloping slowly, and the sound of the flute in its mouth was endless.

Mrs. Hua continued to dance her sword to the sound of the flute, her swordsmanship became more and more fierce, the sword light was reckless, and sword marks appeared on the ground around the cut.

It seems to have the spirit of gold and iron horses, splitting the mountains horizontally and breaking the blue waters!

Waiting until one person and one horse disappeared in the drizzle.

It was Madam Hua who stopped dancing the sword and stood leaning on the sword, her brows and eyes were full of sad and worried parting melancholy, and there was a faint crystal in the corner of her eyes, whether it was drizzle or tears.

"May my husband go to the frontier, kill the enemy like a god, and protect the mountains and rivers."

"The concubine is at home waiting for the king to return."

At this point, the picture is like a hazy scroll painting, dissipating in the golden mist.

……

An Le slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were a little dazed, but he did not forget his main purpose of observing the spirit of time. Mrs. Hua sent off her husband to go to war. The melancholy and the charm of the sword dance made An Le feel ups and downs.

Looking back at Mrs. Hua who is sitting in the Tianbo Water Pavilion, under her beautiful and graceful complexion, there is an indelible sadness.

If An Le remembered correctly, the eldest son of the Lin family went out for an expedition and never returned.

[Obtain the Dao Fruit of Time: Sword Dancer (0/10)]

[Note: Sword Dancer (Dao Fruit): It is related to the sword, and can be blessed with understanding. When holding the sword, the fighting spirit is twice as high, and the strength and speed are improved. 】

In front of his eyes, the light curtain flashed past.

A wisp of golden time energy, condensed into a fruit of time.

But at this moment, An Le, who should have been happy, was in a calm mood, and did not study the newly obtained Dao Fruit of Time.

Slightly closing his eyes, there is a picture in his mind that cannot be lingered like smoke.

The woman in white was sad and worried about her farewell.

Opening his eyes again, Anle grabbed a carbon strip that had been sharpened with a knife, and the end of the carbon strip was cut into a sharp pen tip.

The palm touches the pen, and the index finger and thumb hold the charcoal stick like a flower. The thick paper is spread on the wooden frame. There is a lot of momentum.

This sound is very special in the quiet Tianbo Water Pavilion. Many painters turned their heads and looked at the weird painting method of the young painter. They laughed and immersed themselves in painting again.

Sketching is a very basic way of painting. Every person who learns painting is the first to come into contact with sketching. Sketching tests the painter's control of lines, light and shade, shape and structure, through light, line, surface and other aspects. Create realism.

Portraits of people belong to sketching from life.

In her previous life, An Le was able to successfully enter the Academy of Fine Arts from among the art students who crossed the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops, and her skills were still there.

In addition, I observed Mrs. Hua's unique charm with the spirit of time.

At this moment, An Le is confident, Mrs. Hua's eyes are deeply engraved in his mind.

rustling...

The rhythmic but hasty voice resounded and lingered endlessly.

An Le's eyes seemed to be shining, and he became very serious and serious when he entered the state of creation.

From time to time, he raised his head and took a look at Mrs. Hua.

The sharpened charcoal strips are lightly rubbed to leave marks on the white paper, and the outlines of the facial features are outlined one by one, and then refined little by little.

An Le's most important thing is Mrs. Hua's eyes. In sketching figures, the eyes are very important, because the eyes are the place that can best reflect the charm.

Time passed bit by bit, but the Tianbo water pavilion was still very quiet.

The girl chasing the wind huddled beside her ninth sister, Lin Qingyin, on the edge of the railing, poking her head from time to time, trying to look at the paintings of the painters with extraordinary eyesight.

Mrs. Hua was very calm, she sat on a chair, took out a book of great Confucianism, read it carefully, and let the painters paint for her, as for how the painting turned out, she didn't seem to care at all.

"Jiumei, let's go down and have a look?"

Girl Chasing Feng wore a fire stick on her waist, and she was very curious. Of course, she was more concerned about whether An Le's paintings could compare with these well-known painters in Lin'an Mansion.

Lin Qingyin looked at Miss Chasing Feng helplessly: "Come on, let's do it, it's up to you."

After speaking, the two got up.

"Ma'am, we want to observe the painters' paintings up close." Lin Qingyin bowed to Mrs. Hua.

Mrs. Hua nodded dotingly.

The girl chasing the wind grinned, and pulled Lin Qingyin across the white jade stone bridge to the Daping.

"Let's take a look at Master Liu Qingyan's paintings first." Lin Qingyin held back Lin Zhuifeng who wanted to move closer to Anle.

Although Lin Zhuifeng was dissatisfied, he didn't say anything.

"Actually, we can invite those royal painters in the palace who practice gods and dao, why don't the old lady invite them?"

Lin Zhuifeng asked doubtfully.

The imperial painters in the palace are all true practitioners, and their calligraphy and painting skills are all top-notch. With the face of the Lin family, they must be welcome.

"Although those people are painters, they all stand in positions. The situation in the court is complicated. Behind every painter is a nobleman. The Lin family has always been neutral and has not been involved in the disturbance. If a painter is hired, it must be Sincerely, the old lady is unwilling." Lin Qingyin said softly.

The two have arrived at Master Liu Qingyan's table.

On the desk table, the ink stains were still wet, but on the cooked rice paper, there was already a lady standing out vividly on the paper. The lines were fine, smooth and unshakable, and every strand of hair was perfectly outlined.

Lin Qingyin nodded slightly. Although Lin's family was from a family of martial arts, she was taught poetry and calligraphy with the princes of the family since she was a child. Influenced by this, she naturally knows how to appreciate paintings.

"As expected of Master Liu Qingyan, the painting is really good." Lin Qingyin praised.

"Thank you, Ms. Lin, for your praise. I just tried my best." Liu Qingyan held the pen with one hand and stroked his beard with the other, with a look of complacency in his eyes.

Lin Zhuifeng didn't take it seriously, although this painting doesn't look like Mrs. Hua, but Jiumei praised it, so it looks good, but this Liu Qingyan is not good-looking.

She was still thinking about the handsome painter An Le.

Impatiently pulling Lin Qingyin, the two passed through many painters and arrived at An Le's place.

That weird painting pose is quite eye-catching.

Lin Qingyin was already curious in her heart, so she and Lin Zhuifeng quietly came behind An Le.

His eyes fell on the erected plank.

The next moment, Lin Qingyin shrank her eyes, looking at the eyes in the painting, as if Mrs. Hua was looking directly at her face, the unspeakable sadness seemed to spread out from the paper, making Lin Qingyin's scalp numb, Luo Chang's clothes , White lotus root arms, goose bumps can't help but appear.

Lin Zhuifeng on the side squeezed the fire stick tightly in his hand, dumbfounded.

"Hey, Mr. Jun is amazing. This is the Da Furen on the paper. Compared with this, the old man's painting is tasteless!"

Liu Qingyan: "..."

Lin Qingyin: "..."

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