Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit
Chapter 6 The lady dances with the sword, a sketch on paper
Anle was previously intimidated by Madam Hua's astonishing aura, but she didn't notice that the wisp of time energy she absorbed turned golden.
This gives Anle a little surprise. The golden age energy can be condensed into Tao Fruit, which has great benefits!
The scene in front of you is like rippling water, and the scene comes into view.
…
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road.
The faint clear rain slants across the sky, lingering in the smoke, making the world misty and sad.
Outside Lin'an City, there is an ancient official road.
The drizzle is like silk, intertwining for a long time. There are two figures holding a horse, strolling leisurely along the bluestone of the official road, poetic and picturesque, with a unique flavor.
The woman wears a white dress and has a three-foot sheathed sword at her waist. The man next to her has eyebrows as sharp as a knife and an abyss of vigor. He is wearing silver armor and a white cloak. He carries a gold-headed spear on his back and a golden spear at his waist. He carries a broad sword on his back, showing his domineering attitude. He holds the reins of the dark tall horse in his hand and walks silently.
The lover goes off to war, the wife sees off each other, and the lingering spring rain is tinged with the sadness of parting.
Watch it quietly, from a third-person perspective, like watching a movie.
That armored man should be the eldest son of the Lin family, who was a marquis. His cultivation level was as high as the sky, and he was extremely capable with swords and guns. He suppressed the foreign tribes, and was stationed at the Zhao border fortress, blocking the Yuan and Mongolian armies from outside the Canglang River.
At this time, Mrs. Hua was still young, and her beautiful face carried the beauty and confusion that a young girl should have.
Finally, the two walked in silence for a long time. Although they were reluctant to leave, they finally reached the end.
"I'm leaving now. I don't know when I'll return."
"I performed a sword dance for my husband to see him off."
Mrs. Hua said softly.
Then, he drew out the long sword from his waist. The blade was like a cicada's wing, thin but sharp. As he swung it, he lightly cut the raindrops, making them bloom like flowers in the mist.
The man led the horse to a stop, chuckled lightly, took out a jade flute from the horse's backpack, and put 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 turned on his horse and looked at the woman in white who was dancing a sword. Her legs were lightly holding the horse's belly. The black horse was galloping slowly, and the sound of the flute in its mouth was endless.
Madam Hua continued to dance with the sword to the sound of the flute, her sword skills became more and more fierce, the sword light was wanton, and sword marks appeared on the ground all around.
It seems that there is the spirit of a golden sword and an iron horse, splitting the mountains and cutting off the waves!
Wait until one person and one horse disappeared into the drizzle.
Mrs. Hua stopped dancing and stood with her sword in hand. Her eyes were full of sadness and worry as she said goodbye. There was an undetectable glint in the corner of her eyes. It was not clear whether it was drizzle or tears.
"I hope my husband will go to the frontier fortress, kill enemies like a god, and protect the mountains and rivers."
"I am at home waiting for you to return."
The picture at this point is like a hazy scroll painting, dissipating in the golden mist.
…
Anle slowly opened his eyes, slightly dazed, but he did not forget his main purpose of observing the energy of the years. Mrs. Hua bid farewell to her husband and went off to war. The melancholy and the charm of the sword dance made Anle's heart surge.
Looking back at Mrs. Hua, who is now sitting in the Tianbo Water Pavilion, there is a trace of sadness that is difficult to erase under her beautiful and graceful face.
If An Le remembers it well, the eldest son of the Lin family went on that expedition and never returned.
[Obtain the Fruit of Time: Sword Dancer (0/10)]
[Note: Sword Dancer (Tao Fruit): Related to the sword, it can be blessed by understanding. When holding the sword, the fighting spirit is doubled, and the strength and speed are increased. 】
In front of my eyes, a light screen prompt flashed by.
A wisp of golden age energy condenses into a fruit of age.
But at this moment, I should have been joyful and peaceful, and I didn't study the newly acquired time path fruit.
He closed his eyes slightly, and there was an image lingering in his mind like smoke.
The woman in white looked sad and worried as she bid farewell to her sorrow.
Opening his eyes again, Anle grabbed a carbon strip that had been sharpened with a knife. The end of the carbon strip was cut into a sharp pen tip.
Put the palm of your hand against the pen, hold the charcoal strip with your index finger and thumb, spread the thick paper on the wooden frame, stand the frame up, and the slender charcoal tip falls on the white thick paper, and there will be a "rustling" sound, which is different from painting with a brush. The momentum is quite high.
This sound was very special in the quiet Tianbo Water Pavilion. Many painters turned their heads and looked at the young painter's strange painting method. They laughed and immersed themselves in painting again.
Sketching is a very basic way of painting. The first thing that everyone who learns to paint is sketching. Sketching tests the painter's control of lines, light and shade, shape and structure, through light, line, surface and other aspects. Make realistic creations.
Portraits are sketches from life.
In his previous life, Anle was an art student who was able to cross the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and successfully entered the Academy of Fine Arts, so his skills were still there.
In addition, I have observed Mrs. Hua’s unique charm with the spirit of time.
At this moment, Anle was confident, and Mrs. Hua's look was deeply engraved in his head.
swish swish...
The rhythmic but urgent sound resounded and lingered endlessly.
Anle's eyes seemed to be shining, and he became very serious and serious when he entered the creative state.
From time to time, he raised his head and took a look at Mrs. Hua.
The sharpened charcoal strips were gently rubbed to leave marks on the white paper, and the lines were drawn one by one to outline the facial features, which were then carefully carved little by little.
The most important thing for Anle is Mrs. Hua's eyes. In sketches and figure paintings, eyes are very important because they are the place that best reflects the charm.
Time passed bit by bit, and the Tianbo Water Pavilion was still very quiet.
Girl Chai Feng leaned next to her ninth sister Lin Qingyin, standing on the edge of the railing. She poked her head from time to time, trying to see the paintings of the painters with her extraordinary eyesight.
Mrs. Hua was very calm. She sat on a chair, took out a book by a great Confucian scholar, and read it carefully, letting the painters paint for her. As for how the painting turned out, she didn't seem to care at all.
"Jiu Mei, let's go down and take a look?"
Girl Chai Feng had a fire stick on her waist, and her heart was filled with curiosity. Of course, she was more concerned about whether An Le's paintings could compare with those of the less famous painters in Lin'an Mansion.
Lin Qingyin glanced at Miss Zhui Feng helplessly: "Fine, let's do it, it's up to you."
After saying that, the two stood up.
"Madam, we want to watch the painters painting up close." Lin Qingyin leaned towards Madam Hua and said.
Mrs. Hua nodded lovingly.
Girl Chai Feng grinned and pulled Lin Qingyin across the white jade stone bridge to the large flat.
"Let's take a look at Master Liu Qingyan's paintings first." Lin Qingyin pulled Lin Zhuifeng who wanted to move closer to Anle.
Although Lin Zhuifeng was dissatisfied, he didn't say anything.
"Actually, we can invite the royal painters in the palace who are good at refining gods. Why doesn't the old lady invite them?"
Lin Zhuifeng asked doubtfully.
The royal painters in the palace are all true practitioners, and their calligraphy and painting skills are excellent. With the reputation of the Lin family, they can definitely be hired.
"Although those people are painters, they all have their own positions. The situation in the court is complicated. Behind every painter is a noble person. The Lin Mansion has always been neutral and has not been involved in the turmoil. If a painter is hired, he will have to Thank you, the old lady is unwilling." Lin Qingyin said softly.
The two of them have arrived at Master Liu Qingyan's desk.
On the desk, the ink stains are not yet dry, but there is already a lady jumping out of the paper on the cooked copy. The lines are fine, smooth and not shaky, and every strand of hair is perfectly outlined.
Lin Qingyin nodded slightly. Although the Lin family was from a martial arts family, she had been taught poetry and calligraphy by the great Confucian scholars of the court since she was a child, so she naturally knew how to appreciate paintings.
"As expected of Master Liu Qingyan, his paintings are so good." Lin Qingyin praised.
"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Lin. I just tried my best." Liu Qingyan held the pen in one hand and stroked his beard with the other, with a hint of contentment in his eyes.
Lin Zhuifeng didn't take it seriously. Although the painting didn't look like Mrs. Hua, the nine sisters praised it, so it looks good, but Liu Qingyan is not good-looking.
She was still thinking about the handsome painter An Le.
Can't wait to pull Lin Qingyin, the two of them passed many painters and arrived at Anle's location.
The weird painting posture is quite eye-catching.
Lin Qingyin was already curious, so she and Lin Zhuifeng quietly came behind Anle.
His eyes fell on the erected wooden planks.
The next moment, Lin Qingyin's eyes narrowed, 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, and under Luo Shang's clothes. , fair lotus-rooted arms, goosebumps can't help but appear.
Lin Zhuifeng on the side clenched the fire stick in his hand, dumbfounded.
"Hey, Master Jun is amazing. This is how he pressed the eldest lady on the paper. That old man's painting is shit compared to this!"
Liu Qingyan: "..."
Lin Qingyin: "..."
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