A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

After swallowing several times, Duan Rong has gradually adapted to the state after swallowing.

Just like driving on a road with roadblocks all the time, one will gradually adapt to the complex road conditions and control the speed to a certain stable state.

However, the discomfort in the brain still exists.

How to say it, it is probably like something stuck in the throat, the same feeling...

Duan Rong endured the discomfort in his brain and walked to a shop on the street.

This shop sells the four treasures of the study. In this day and age, the poor are the scholars and the rich are the martial arts, and the martial arts are valued over the literature. Even the shops selling the four treasures of the study are shabby small shops, which are completely incomparable to the tall facades of the herbal medicine shops.

Duan Rong bought an inkstone and ink, four brushes, a large stack of rice paper, cinnabar dyes and other things in the shop. Such a large pile of things only cost three coins in total.

Duan Rong rolled up the pile of things and went to Yuanshun Escort Agency.

Duan Rong ate in the canteen of the middle courtyard every day. Many escorts already knew that he was a new apprentice this year.

Moreover, after Zhao Mu spread the word, some people also heard about his extraordinary talent.

Many escorts saw Duan Rong coming in with rice paper and brush, and joked: "What? Xiao Rong, are you going to give up martial arts and pursue literature?"

Duan Rong laughed and said: "This is called a new business model! I want to support martial arts with literature!"

"What is it? What business model?"

"It's just making money!" Duan Rong was asked a little impatiently. He digested the spirit of the weapon, and he felt uncomfortable in his mind.

Duan Rong didn't want to say more, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the dormitory yard.

Those escorts looked at Duan Rong's back and whispered.

"Is Xiao Rong not in the right place?"

"And he seems to have a bad temper!"

"Some time ago, didn't a errand disciple of their class hang himself? Maybe some evil spirit is haunting them... We should stay away from him..."

Duan Rong returned to the dormitory, locked the door, put the pile of things in his hands on the bench, climbed onto the bed, lay down, and fell asleep under the blanket.

When you are asleep, you can absorb the spirit of the weapon the fastest...

In the dream, a soft hand was holding a paintbrush, one hand lifted the sleeve, and the other hand, with the wrist suspended in the air, was writing on the paper.

The back figure was graceful, and the black hair was like a waterfall...

The back figure was so real in the dream that Duan Rong even drooled at the corner of his mouth...

Two hours later, at midnight, Duan Rong suddenly woke up and got out of bed.

He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said in surprise: "That painting of ladies at night was actually painted by a woman? That painting is completely from the perspective of male sexual gaze!"

"It was actually painted by a woman, and judging from the back view, she is an elegant beauty."

"I really want to meet this beauty. Judging from her style of writing, she must be a master of erotic art!"

Duan Rong just fantasized a little, then left the dormitory, fetched water from the well, and washed his face.

The cold well water immediately refreshed Duan Rong. He walked back to the dormitory, opened the bedding on the bed, spread the rice paper on the bed, sat on the bench, and began to grind and mix the dyes with great skill, and actually started to paint directly!

If you look closely, there is a subtle girlishness in his movements...

But Duan Rong didn't pay attention to these details at all. He was already concentrating on the rice paper in front of him. This would be his first work.

Duan Rong's expression was so focused, as if he was not painting in a small room under a swaying oil lamp, but sitting in a bright study room with a tall pavilion...

Half an hour later, Duan Rong's first painting was finished.

The painting showed a woman with a graceful figure, a white dress whiter than snow, red lips and clear eyes.

Duan Rong's first painting was of Xiao Baiyu.

It can be seen how deep the impression this woman left in Duan Rong's heart!

After Duan Rong finished painting, he carefully looked at his debut work, and his eyes flashed with deep contemplation.

Duan Rong put the painting aside, took another piece of rice paper, and spread it on the hard bed in front of him.

Duan Rong buried his head in painting again. This time, while painting, he glanced at his debut work from time to time, and stopped from time to time, with a deep contemplation on his face.

Duan Rong actually spent nearly an hour on this second painting.

After finishing the painting, he placed the two paintings side by side.

The second painting was still of Xiao Baiyu, but there were profound changes...

The Xiao Baiyu in the first painting was both loving and lustful, so he had a little baby fat.

But the Xiao Baiyu in the second painting had a thin face and cold eyes. This change was not a big deal, but it actually had a hint of a fairy.

Although the two paintings still showed the same person, the temperament and artistic conception were completely different.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

In fact, Duan Rong also made many details, but it was not easy to notice at first glance.

"The most important eyes and the distance between the eyes, these two points must not be moved! If you move, the image will be lost!"

"Lips are also a very important feature."

Duan Rong summed up his experience, continued to concentrate on painting, and painstakingly overcame technical difficulties...

Duan Rong painted this painting until noon the next day.

The midday sun shone through the carved cloth window, and the flickering flame had gone out long before anyone knew it.

The little oil in the oil lamp had already dried up.

In Duan Rong's cramped single room, the bed and the floor were all filled with paintings.

Almost all of them were portraits, and they were all characters that Duan Rong was familiar with.

Xiao Zongting, Zhao Mu, Li Chong, Kong Bin, and Zhu Xiaoqi were all on the list, and each of them had painted several paintings.

Duan Rong looked at the two paintings in front of him, which were of Xiao Zongting and his daughter Xiao Baiqiao.

The steel knife in Xiao Zongting's hand glowed with cold light, his eyes were cold, and his murderous aura was fierce!

Xiao Baiqiao smiled sideways, pinching the flowers, and the smile was charming, but the lethality of this smile was probably far better than the cold steel knife in Xiao Zongting's hand!

The smile of a beauty, the sword of a warrior, which one is the more powerful weapon?

Duan Rong looked at the two paintings in front of him, stretched his stiff waist, and finally smiled.

"Overcoming technical difficulties is only the first step of a new business model."

"Xiao Baiyu is almost perfect, but Xiao Zongting seems to be a little short of it."

Duan Rong rubbed his index finger with his thumb, and suddenly the thin scholar who wrote letters for others on the street flashed before his eyes.

Duan Rong simply tidied up the room, folded the finished paintings and placed them on the bedside, then left the dormitory, went to the canteen in the middle courtyard to have lunch, and then left the escort agency and went to the street.

Duan Rong came to the street corner not far from the antique street, and saw from a distance that the thin scholar had already set up his stall.

However, at this time, there were no customers in front of the thin scholar's stall, and he seemed to be hanging a pen in front of the desk, painting something.

Duan Rong's eyes moved, and he walked over quickly.