Taoist chanting

This time when he came to the Daolu branch, he originally wanted to go to the cashier to exchange for a spirit jade stone to prepare for the arrangement of the Taoist formation.

Now there is no need, the aura stone on hand is enough for him to draw the positive and negative wood line gossip runes.

There were three other items in the opened cloth package.

A porcelain bottle contains six "Qing Qi Pills", which are suitable for him to take to improve his cultivation.

In the practice world, pills are hard currency and can be used as currency.

A light-colored wooden box, inlaid with a bead the size of a pigeon's egg, the color is fiery red, and there are occasional flashes of lightning on the bead's surface. It is a "fire thunder bead" for attacking.

This kind of powerful thunder beads, which are similar to talismans and easy to use, are rarely sold by various sects and Taoist temples.

Zhang Wenfeng sacrificed the Leizhu once according to the paper notes in the box, and put the box back into his sleeve.

The last piece was a "Law Enforcement Guard Wristband" made of some kind of monster skin. Picking up the attached piece of paper and looking at it carefully for a while, Guanzhu Zhang grinned.

This is a murderous sharp weapon, a weapon developed by Daolu Institute combining hidden weapons, talismans, and mechanisms.

After the sacrificial training, within ten feet, you can use Yuan Qi to control the wrist to shoot three "wooden evil stabs".

According to the introduction on the piece of paper, the Wooden Xingxie Thorn is made of self-cultivation metal, and there are wooden lines and popular runes engraved on it. It has the characteristics of a magic weapon and has the concealment of a hidden weapon. It is much more powerful than a first-order talisman.

One evil-killing thorn can be fired alone, or three evil-killing thorns can be fired at once, and the law enforcement guards of the Daolu branch are not allowed to equip it.

The launch speed is fast and it is hard to guard against.

Compared with the one-time use of talismans and thunder beads, the evil thorn can be installed and used repeatedly.

A good thing for self-defense and evil.

After Zhang Wenfeng sacrificed this compound magic weapon, he put it on the top of his left wrist, and then lowered his sleeve to cover it invisible.

Putting away other items on the desk, Zhang Wenfeng opened the door with a calm face and went out.

He is very satisfied with the rewards issued this time.

Headmaster Wu told him earlier that he could choose the rewards he needed for his contribution in the future, or they could be issued by the Daolu branch of the county city according to his attributes, because the magic tools and elixirs developed by the Daolu Academy in the capital city Items, new products appear at any time, you need to try your luck.

The "Law Enforcement Guard Wristband" rewarded to him is probably a new product.

When I killed the devil in the early morning yesterday, I didn't see the headmaster and Yun Qiuhe equipped to use it, otherwise I would have used it.

Walking into the master's hall again, there were two more people beside the coffee table, Yun Qiuhe and Yue Anyan were sitting, it should be Fu Gujing who called them.

After saying hello and exchanging a few pleasantries, Yun Qiuhe smiled and brought a few charcoal sketches of the mianguo, zongguo, and peaches that she had practiced herself from the desk next to her. I have drawn a lot.

The fruits on two of the exercises are very good, and the progress is rapid.

Zhang Wenfeng knew that the other party really liked painting, so he walked with Yun Qiuhe, took the soft charcoal sticks from the willow branch handed over by the woman, and corrected some small mistakes in the work while explaining.

Let her pay attention to the performance of weight, virtual reality, etc., carefully choose words, point out the perspective principle of "near large, far small", draw pictures on blank rice paper, use examples in life to prove, and explain the characteristics of various compositions by the way.

This woman has a strong ability to accept, so he went deeper.

The three people drinking tea over there were not invited, so they would not come here, and even if they heard it, they would not understand.

The two communicated for about a quarter of an hour, and used up all the blank rice paper brought by Yun Qiuhe. At the end of the page, there was a landscape splashed ink painting at the bottom, which was quite bold and bold, with wide opening and closing, and wanton brush and ink.

Layers of mountain peaks are stacked with thick ink, and there is a certain momentum in it.

Seeing Guanzhu Zhang staring at her graffiti, Yun Qiuhe hurriedly reached out to take it away, saying: "Drawings indiscriminately don't catch everyone's eyes."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "The painting is very imposing, the ink is eclectic, and the charm is vivid."

After pointing out sketches for so long, I happened to see an atmospheric landscape painting that didn't look like a woman's hand, which aroused the desire in his heart to paint, and the inspiration of flowing black mountain shadows appeared in front of his eyes. After thinking about it, he said: "After seeing your My hands are itchy too, why don’t I find a quiet place and I’ll draw a picture.”

Some inspirations burst out by accident, and there is no such shop after this village.

He has a strong desire to paint an ink landscape.

"Okay, go to my room, it's clean there."

Yun Qiuhe said happily, this is the first time that Zhang Guanzhu offered to paint.

She also didn't put away a pile of study manuscripts spread out on the desk that had been corrected by Master Zhang, and explained the drafts with novel knowledge. The charcoal drawings had to be carefully tidied up, and she would do it slowly when she came back. This is a rare opportunity.

Fu Gujing sees the two of them as if no one else is around

Before going out, he hurriedly got up and said, "I'm going to appreciate Brother Zhang's paintings."

The last time he saw Brother Zhang painting a portrait of Junior Sister Yun, he was vaguely touched, but unfortunately he couldn't catch it.

Yue Anyan stood up and said with a smile, "I'll go too."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded: "It may take a long time to draw, which will delay your work."

He is brewing something to draw to maximize his inspiration.

"Don't delay, these few days are free, and it's a kind of enjoyment to watch brother Zhang draw." Fu Gujing smiled, and he also hoped that the longer the painting this time, the better, and asked the master who didn't get up, "Aren't you going?"

Wu Ganping waved his hand: "I am busy with mundane affairs, you go, I will go to appreciate Brother Zhang's masterpiece when the painting is finished."

He is not very interested in painting and playing, and he doesn't have the time and leisure.

Yun Qiuhe turned around and warned: "Master, I will clean up the sketches on the table later. Don't let your servants flip them over, as the charcoal ink will be easily wiped off."

"Okay, don't let them touch."

A group of four came to Yun Qiuhe's small house, which was decorated very distinctively.

In the middle is a wooden table more than ten feet long, on which are placed charcoal sticks, sketches, brushes and other items, there are four chairs against the wall, piled with unfinished rice paper, and there are two bronze painting jars in the corner, with many scrolls , there are no other items, not even a coffee table, the whole studio is a mess.

"It's a little messy, Zhang Guanzhu laughed at it, I'll clean it up right away."

Yun Qiuhe let the guests into the room, and realized later that her nest hadn't been tidied up, but she had a thick skin and didn't treat the three of them as outsiders.

Fu Gujing came in for the second time, and glared at the careless junior sister.

Is this like a place for women?

It's not just a little chaotic, it's very chaotic, and there's nowhere to go.

Yun Qiuhe acted as if she didn't see her senior brother's face, she was busy, and besides, she cleaned it up quickly and then messed it up.

She quickly gathered the items on the desk, put them under the desk, wiped the table with a dry rag, and took the time to ask: "Master Zhang, what tools do you need this time?"

Yue Anyan helped pack some small items, and the drawings on the chair were not disturbed, she knew how to measure.

"Is there any rice paper that is two feet long? I will draw a landscape."

"Have."

Yun Qiuhe was very pleasantly surprised, she hadn't seen Zhang Guanzhu's landscape paintings before, and she liked Zhang Er's paintings as soon as she got started.

Without certain skills, you can't master the structure, color setting, blank space, echoing and other skills of super large-scale pictures.

Take out a roll of linen felt from under the desk, and lay it flat on the table, then take a piece from a roll of thick jade Xuan, spread it on the felt, and flatten it with a few pieces of jade. She made this desk at the beginning, It can draw up to two paintings.

There are two washes of fine porcelain, two inkstones, rosin ink, cinnabar ink and a brush of various specifications.

With quick hands and feet, he arranged the table in an orderly manner in a short while, and even scooped water from the bucket by the wall with a porcelain bowl, and slowly grinded the ink.

Zhang Wenfeng chose two big hairs and two long hairs, soaked them in clean water, and squeezed out the excess water.

After Mo Yancong, his idea was basically completed.

Use a large pen to dip in ink and water, splash the ink and swipe the pen, the ink is dripping, and draw from left to right.

For a while, there was only the rustling sound of the brush drawing on the paper, and the three people in the room watching the painting fell into silence.

Yun Qiuhe looked at the mountain peaks forming one after another, and large swaths of clouds and mists lingering in the mountains, his eyes glowed.

She is an expert, and what she appreciates is the artistic conception and technique, and she secretly enjoys it.

After the ink is splashed, the ink is broken, and the layers are gradually clear and rich.

Scratching, rubbing, rubbing, dotting, and dyeing are all done by Zhang Wenfeng. He repeatedly recites "The Sutra of Chang Qing Jing" silently in his heart, so that he can maintain a "pure state of mind".

He wants to use the paintbrush in his hand to communicate a little flash of light in the dark, and make it concretely displayed.

Time passed unknowingly, and the sky gradually dimmed.

Candles were lit on the four walls of the room, illuminating it brightly.

Zhang Guanzhu put his heart and soul into it, unconsciously injecting Yuan Qi into the brush and blending it into the painting.

All the techniques are transformed into his instinct after being extremely proficient, and every stroke and stroke fits his state of mind.

High mountains, strange rocks, ancient trees, and streams all endow him with understanding and expression.

After he finished painting the woods in the lower middle with the leaves, he suddenly stood still in place while holding the pen, closing his eyes as if lost in thought.

On the phantom of the ancient scroll in his sea of ​​consciousness, there are golden lights gathering from nothingness, and finally a line of halo flowing writing appears:

"The nameless is the beginning of all things; the name is the mother of all things."

A magical power called "Hundred Turns and Thousand Returns Curse" was quietly generated. .

Chapter 132 Dao cultivates itself like a man drinking water

"Dong dong dong", there was a knock on the door.

Breaking the thoughtful silence in the room, Yun Qiuhe woke up from the fascinating artistic conception, still reminiscing about the majestic majesty, walked a few steps, and opened the door in a daze.

"Is the painting finished? It's getting dark, old Fu, don't you want to invite us to drink?"

Wu Ganping walked into the door, seeing several people staring at him and not speaking, he joked: "Strange, what do you look like, you don't seem to welcome me?"

Fu Gujing seemed to be missing something.

He was attracted by the aura flowing from Zhang Guanzhu's pen, as if he had touched an opportunity for a breakthrough. While thinking hard, he was interrupted by Lao Wu's untimely knock on the door. If he had known, he would not have agreed to invite him to dinner tonight.

There is a kind of absurd loss of lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot.

If the opportunity hasn't come, you can't force it.

Yue Anyan stared at the back of the woman with a sword walking among the ink and wash landscapes on the screen again, in a daze.

Looking at that ethereal figure just now, she thought of many things.

From self-pity and self-pity, to being lonely and helpless, wandering in the rivers and lakes, and then returning to the mountain gate, it was like a dream, she seemed to release a lot of suppressed emotions in her heart, and she felt a lot more relaxed.

Zhang Wenfeng put down his brush and said with a smile, "How could it be? We are all waiting for the host to go with us."

He painted to his heart's content, gained a new supernatural power, and was satisfied.

Yun Qiuhe hurriedly said: "Hey, Guanzhu Zhang, the painting is not finished yet, you can wait for dinner."

The painting in front of me is only more than half completed, and the bare mountain peaks on the right are not decorated with trees, which is very different from the mountains on the left.

She doesn't care much about other things.

Only painting, she has a heart to pursue perfection.

"I can't paint anymore. I've lost my interest. I can't sink my mind. If I paint again, it will be like a dog's tail, and it will destroy the artistic conception of the picture. Let it be like this. I will finish it when I have a chance in the future."

Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand and refused.

For him, painting is not for the sake of painting, it is quite whimsical.

Wu Ganping leaned forward to take a look, looked at the majestic masterpiece of ink and wash, and also noticed the incompleteness below, and said wryly: "A good painting is not finished, it's all my fault, disturbing your elegance."

Yun Qiuhe hurriedly retreated to the next best thing, and said, "Guanzhu Zhang, why don't you write a postscript for now?"

She really likes this painting so much, she likes all of it in spirit, spirit, spirit and artistic conception.

The freehand painting style with splashed ink is very interesting to her.

Seeing the begging look in the woman's eyes, Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Okay, what words can I write?"

His gaze moved to the edge of the stream in the picture, and the back of the black donkey carrying a bamboo hat and a gourd passed by. After thinking for a while, he changed to a long brush, soaked in thick ink, and wrote two lines of cursive script on the upper right:

"It's expected that the spring breeze blows and wakes up, it's slightly cold, but the hills are slanting to welcome you. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind or rain or sunshine when I go back."

The dry ink is like an old branch hooked and drawn, which complements the interest of landscape ink.

Yun Qiuhe clapped his hands and applauded. These words are full of artistic conception, which can be regarded as filling the defects of the picture and giving room for imagination.

Wu Ganping laughed and said: "Brother Zhang has a block in his heart, and his writing shows spirit."

The words are a portrayal of the heart. I didn't expect Brother Zhang to have such a bold, unruly and willful side.

Fu Gujing tasted it for a while, and said with a smile: "There is a chance to continue next time, let's go, Brother Zhang is exhausted painting today, and he is also tired, go drink."

Daoist self-cultivation is like a person who knows whether drinking water is warm or not.