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

Jiang Qingyu took a few steps forward.

Duan Rong looked at him intently, and saw that the young man was wearing brocade clothes and black boots, and had a beautiful jade hair tie. He was so beautiful.

Duan Rong was troubled when he saw Jiang Qingyu's face. "You are so beautiful, how can I photoshop it?"

There is no room for these facial features, and making random changes will only make things worse...

"It seems that I can only work on the artistic conception!"

Duan Rong thought for a while, and finally seemed to have a plan in his mind.

"Young master, turn your face sideways!"

Jiang Qingyu turned around impatiently.

Duan Rong carefully looked at Jiang Qingyu's side profile.

This first business deal can't be messed up!

"Okay, turn around."

Jiang Qingyu turned around, and drooped his eyelids with some anger.

"Young master, do you use a sword?" Duan Rong saw a sword tied around Jiang Qingyu's waist, with a copper scabbard and a sword tassel as white as snow.

The sword tassel is made of fine cotton thread, which can absorb blood!

"What? Want to try?" Jiang Qingyu raised his eyes suddenly, provocative when he saw his sword mentioned.

He had seen Duan Rong in a short-sleeved outfit, and the place where the lantern was hung on the tree was a knife, wasn't it?

"Please show me a few moves, and I will use your sword-holding posture as material." Duan Rong said with a chuckle.

Before Jiang Qingyu could speak, the servant Jiang Rong took a lantern and stepped forward, angrily saying: "You kid, you are drawing this and that. If you can't do it, just tell me as soon as possible. That will give you a quick death. Don't delay time here."

"Ah..." Jiang Qingyu waved his hand to stop Jiang Rong, turned his head and looked at Duan Rong, and said: "I can fight with routines, but if you can't draw well, I will not only smash your stall. I will also strip you naked and tie you to this tree."

Jiang Rong seemed to have seen Duan Rong's embarrassed look when he was tied to the tree naked, and he laughed immediately.

Duan Rong sighed, shook his head secretly, and thought: Young and rich, flying and impetuous.

Jiang Qingyu drew out his long sword, and saw the cold light like water, flashing left and right.

Duan Rong was secretly shocked.

Jiang Qingyu practiced martial arts at the age of twelve, and it has been five years now. The Huanyun Sword Technique also reached the small success level a month ago.

Whether it is the fighting method of martial arts or the state of inner breath, Duan Rong at this time can't compare.

Jiang Qingyu finished the routine, put away the sword and stood sideways!

Duan Rong suddenly had an idea in his mind. The young man dancing with a sword under the big locust tree reminded him of the painting of a young warrior that he bought from the thin scholar today.

In his mind, he gradually integrated the scene in front of him with the artistic conception of the painting!

Duan Rong's mind was clear, and he splashed ink without any hesitation.

Almost in one go, he painted a picture of a young man dancing with a sword!

Duan Rong looked at the work in front of him, smiled slightly, and said: "Young Master, it's done!"

"It's done?" Jiang Qingyu was suspicious. "So fast?"

Duan Rong took the drawing paper from the easel and handed it to Jiang Qingyu.

Jiang Qingyu took it and looked down at it under the light.

This is a simple freehand painting with splashed ink. The person dancing with a sword in the painting is himself.

However, the scene behind was not the big locust tree at night, but the strange rocks and bamboo shadows.

The strange rocks were jagged, the bamboo shadows were rustling...

Jiang Qingyu felt a profound artistic conception and heavy connotation. He stared at the painting for a long time and felt reluctant to let it go.

Duan Rong's painting was actually modeled after the painting of a young warrior by the thin scholar.

In his previous life, he happened to see an interview with a famous painter.

The gray-haired painter said something that he always remembered.

"What is heavy? Painting in the right position is called heavy!"

Although Duan Rong did not have the ability to reach this heavy realm, he could learn from it and imitate the positional relationship between the strange rocks, bamboo shadows, and the young man in the painting of the young warrior by the thin scholar.

If we follow the words of the old painter, this heavy is that heavy.

Jiang Qingyu looked at it for a long time before he looked up, his eyes showing respect and admiration, and he said, "Brother, you are really an extraordinary person!"

"This painting has the style of a master, but I didn't expect it to be found in the streets."

"I was rude just now, please forgive me!"

Duan Rong smiled lightly and said, "Sir, you don't have to be polite, this is just a business deal."

"It is true that the great hide in the city, and the city is a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons are." Jiang Qingyu said, "Brother, are you from Xiangu County? I wonder where you live now? I want to visit you in person one day."

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"My name is Duan Rong. I have lived in Xiangu County for generations. I am now an apprentice escort at Yuanshun Escort Agency. If you need a painting, just send someone to Yuanshun Escort Agency to call me over!"

"Yuanshun Escort Agency? Apprentice escort?" Jiang Qingyu then noticed the waist badge tied around Duan Rong's waist, which did have the seal of Yuanshun Escort Agency.

Duan Rong naturally heard the doubt in Jiang Qingyu's tone, and smiled and said, "I am just trying to make a living."

Jiang Qingyu also smiled slightly, took out a silver note from his lapel, held it with both hands, and presented it to Duan Rong, saying, "This is a small gift to support Master Duan. Please don't refuse!"

Although Duan Rong could see that Jiang Qingyu's move was sincere, he still waved his hand and said, "The transaction has been completed. How can I accept the money from you again?"

"If I don't know the value of this painting, it's fine. Since I know the value of this painting, how can I pretend not to know and take advantage of it for nothing? Master Duan, please accept it!"

Duan Rong saw that he couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it and said, "Thank you for your kindness, young master!"

This time, Jiang Qingyu just bowed and said goodbye!

Duan Rong watched Jiang Qingyu and his servant leave, and lowered his head to see the face value of the banknote in his hand. "One hundred taels?!"

Duan Rong smiled dumbly. "This young master is really generous. My business is a good start!"

Jiang Qingyu did not get on the Qingzong horse again. Huaying Building was across the street. He just crossed the street to get there.

He only held the painting and walked in front, and the servant Jiang Rong led the horse behind.

"Jiang Rong, I will show this painting to Miss Lan Ying later, she will be happy! She won't be angry with me anymore, maybe she can even sing a little song for me tonight..."

"Sir, don't be too optimistic. It's just a painting, Miss Lan Ying is so angry, how can she be so happy?"

"Jiang Rong, you don't understand!" Jiang Qingyu wanted to say something, but suddenly thought that Jiang Rong had never learned calligraphy and painting, and if he said too much, it would be like playing the lute to a cow, so he sighed and said, "Just wait and see."

As they talked, they arrived at the Huaying Building. Jiang Rong handed the Qingzong horse to the turtle slaves at the door of the Huaying Building, and the turtle slaves would lead the horse to the backyard.

Jiang Rong followed Jiang Qingyu and walked into the Huaying Building.

As soon as he entered the building, the fragrance of powder and flowers came to his face.

Several geishas who were welcoming guests at the door immediately surrounded Jiang Qingyu, pushing and shoving her...

Jiang Qingyu frowned. Jiang Rong knew that the young master didn't like these vulgar women, so he immediately stopped several geishas, ​​gave each of them a silver note, and then led Jiang Qingyu through the lobby and went directly to the second floor.

Duan Rong watched Jiang Qingyu and his servant enter the Huaying Building. After about an incense stick, Jiang Qingyu walked out of the Huaying Building again.

There was a woman walking beside Jiang Qingyu. They were across the street and it was night. Duan Rong couldn't see her face clearly. He only saw that she was slender and walked slowly. There was also a maid beside her, holding a pink rimmed umbrella, following her step by step.

Looking at the direction the three people were walking, they were coming towards him.