Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

Lin Zhuifeng has always been carefree, and everyone in the Lin Mansion is used to it, but with her roar. .

For a moment, all the painters in the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion looked up in surprise, with strange expressions.

What kind of lewd words are these? !

Is there such a humiliating thing?

Master Liu Qingyan's face turned red, and his hand holding the brush was shaking constantly.

Lin Qingyin was also shocked by the roar, and she came back to her senses from the shock of Anle's paintings, and hurriedly glared at Lin Zhuifeng.

"Master Liu, don't be angry, this girl is talking nonsense."

Lin Qingyin apologized softly.

Liu Qingyan's expression eased a lot, but his lips were still trembling. His paintings were supported by countless courtesans in the market, and it was the first time that someone had commented on them like this.

Like shit? This woman is too vulgar!

Anle also came back to his senses at this time, looking at Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng beside him, and bowed with his fists.

"Keep painting, it's too good!"

Lin Zhuifeng was excited at this time and urged Anle to continue painting.

Of course she knew she said the wrong thing, but...does it matter?

If Liu Qingyan is angry, then he is angry. What's wrong with her telling the truth?

Lin Zhuifeng's status in the Lin Mansion is different. Although she is a maid and has no parents since childhood, she was taken into the Lin Mansion because of her talent for cultivation. She grew up with several young masters and the ninth sister. She was treated as their own daughter by the ladies and practiced together. She had a high status and no one regarded her as a maid.

This also made Lin Zhuifeng feel confident. Of course, her greater confidence was her cultivation and the fire stick in her hand.

Lin Qingyin no longer paid attention to Liu Qingyan, because she also thought that Anle was better in painting.

She looked at Anle with a sparkling look in her eyes, with surprise in her eyes.

Anle's painting was too real.

If it weren't for the black and white colors, Lin Qingyin would almost think that Madam Hua was pressed into the painting like Lin Zhuifeng.

Especially that look, the look that Lin Qingyin remembered deeply!

During the days when the master went to war, the eldest lady's eyes were like this, full of sadness and sorrow. A pair of eyes expressed all the worries and sorrows of sending her husband to war.

At this moment, this look jumped on the paper, evoking Lin Qingyin's memory.

"The painting is really good."

Lin Qingyin whispered softly.

In the distance, Liu Qingyan felt that these words were repeatedly whipping him, and his face became more and more ugly.

However, he really didn't believe that Anle, a young painter, could surpass his decades of meticulous painting with charcoal blocks.

"This painter was originally invited by Miss Lin, and Miss Lin will naturally speak for him."

Liu Qingyan snorted coldly, but he painted the painting in his hand more seriously.

Anle also immersed himself in painting again. The most important thing about realistic sketches is reality, that is, likeness, the shape must be like, and the spirit must be like.

Eyes are windows to the soul. Once the outline is in place, the highlights, lines, etc. are mastered, the charm will be there. Basically, it can be said that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a black and white photo.

Pick up the steamed bun as an eraser, erase the excess lines, and gently rub the fingertips. The lines are rubbed to form a gradient light tone.

Anle took a step back, and his mind was withdrawn from the picture of observing the years. The whole person was a little tired, but there was excitement in his eyes.

In his past and present lives, this is his most proud work.

On the paper, Madam Hua sat on the armchair, dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding tea in her hands, with sorrow between her eyebrows, and a pair of eyes, as if there was a story. When looking at each other, it seemed that he could vaguely see the back of a man riding a horse and playing a flute slowly leaving on the ancient road under the rain.

The painting is outlined with lines, not messy, and even clear enough to capture a tear hanging on the eyelashes that was about to be said but not said.

Madam Hua did not know when she had appeared behind Anle.

The lady stared at the painting in a daze.

The self in this painting reminded her of the melancholy self during the time when she bid farewell to her husband.

"This is me..." Madam Hua whispered.

After a long time, Madam Hua retracted her eyes and looked deeply at Anle. How could this young painter seem to have seen the extremely sad self when she bid farewell to her husband?

But this is obviously impossible.

Judging from the age of this young man, at that time... he had not yet been reincarnated.

In other words, the young man found this emotion from her eyebrows and painted this emotion?

"This kind of painting can be faked and real, it is very rare, not bad." Madam Hua praised generously.

As soon as this praise came out, Tianbo Waterside was in an uproar, and many painters showed disbelief on their faces. To be praised by Madam Hua, this painting must be good.

Many painters walked out from behind the desk, moved behind Anle, and their eyes fell on the painting.

After seeing this, all the painters were silent.

Because... this painting is too real!

It was almost like printing a real person on paper. This style was unprecedented.

Many painters shook their heads and sighed, ashamed of themselves.

The Lin family invited the painters to paint for the young masters who were about to go to war, so that they could leave the scrolls and take them out to look at the paintings and think of the people. What they wanted was the image and the photo.

Anle's paintings perfectly achieved this. In contrast, many painters felt that their paintings could not compare.

Master Liu Qingyan finally finished the painting.

He walked over unbelievingly and his eyes fell on Anle's paintings.

When he saw this, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Like other painters, after a long silence, Master Liu silently rolled up his masterpiece.

"Painting with a brush is the traditional painting method of our Great Zhao."

Master Liu said harshly.

"You're an old man, you're the toughest person in your body? Isn't painting just about painting on paper? Who said you have to use a brush?" Lin Zhuifeng was not used to his bad habits, so he started to criticize him directly.

Master Liu paused. When he saw Lin Zhuifeng, he remembered that this girl had said that his paintings looked like shit.

"It's just a strange and obscene skill, it's hard to reach the level of elegance."

Master Liu was filled with dissatisfaction and sighed as he rolled his sleeves.

Afterwards, he said goodbye to Mrs. Hua. Mrs. Hua glanced at Master Liu lightly. Seeing that Master Liu was leaving, other painters also followed. Mrs. Hua did not persuade her to stay, and asked her servants to pay the carriage expenses for the painters before sending them away from the Lin Mansion.

After a while, all the painters left on the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, and everyone knew who the final candidate was.

Anle's lifelike painting gave them self-awareness.

Of course, many painters who think highly of themselves do not admit that Anle's paintings are good. It's just that Anle used other methods to meet the requirements of the Lin family.

As Master Liu said, painting with a brush is the only way to be orthodox and to convince the public.

"What do you call the young master?" Mrs. Hua looked at Anle and said gently.

"Anle, a young man from Chongzhou, came to Anle to attend the Spring Festival." Anle handed over his hand and introduced himself.

When Mrs. Hua heard this, she was suddenly surprised: "It turns out that he is still a young man. No wonder his painting skills are so good. The person in the painting almost seems to be alive."

"Mr. An, in this case, I may have to trouble you to paint paintings for my young masters in the Lin family."

An Le cupped his fists: "Young students must try their best."

Mrs. Hua continued to appreciate the painting and said softly: "This painting is very good. I like it very much. Give it to me. I can give Mr. An a gift in return."

"This is not the labor fee for painting the paintings for the young masters, it is an exchange between me and Mr. An alone."

An Le was startled when he heard this: "Mrs. Hua, there is no need to do this. This painting was originally painted for me. If she likes it, I will accept it."

Mrs. Hua waved her hand: "Mr. An, please don't be pretentious. I don't receive benefits in vain. This is the rule of the Lin family."

"You can get silver or gold. This painting is worth it if I think it is worth it."

Hearing this, Anle's eyes lit up and he no longer pretended to be pretentious.

He thought for a while, clasped his fists again, and said sternly: "Mrs. Hua, I was lucky enough to start practicing yesterday, but because I missed the basic training, I have nowhere to get the profound classics, and my future path of practice will be difficult to continue. Today, I am bold and want to exchange this painting for If the painting is not worth the price of a passable spiritual book, the labor costs of painting for the princes in the future can also be included."

After An Le's words fell, everyone in the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion was quite surprised.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin couldn't help but glance at Anle, but they didn't expect that this young man wanted to continue on the path of cultivation.

It is indeed too late for Anle to complete his spiritual enlightenment at this age. His future spiritual practice will be difficult and there is little hope.

It is better to focus more on learning and try to get into the second rank of Jinshi in the imperial examination.

Mrs. Hua's eyes fell on An Le, and she could naturally capture An Le's pitifully weak aura.

It is indeed the first step into spiritual enlightenment.

However, Mrs. Hua suddenly remembered the moment when she looked at Anle and her calm soul jumped slightly.

This young man...

Mrs. Hua smiled softly, waved to Anle, and walked towards the main hall of the waterside pavilion.

After sitting on the chair dignifiedly and elegantly, Mrs. Hua also asked Anle to sit down and ordered someone to pour tea for Anle.

"How old is Mr. An now?"

"Do you know the realm of cultivation?"

Mrs. Hua took a sip of tea and asked softly.

An Le rubbed the celadon tea cup and said slowly: "I am already eighteen years old. Because I studied hard for the imperial examination, I missed the elementary education and I don't know the world's spiritual realm."

In the quiet sky and water pavilion, the young man's pursuit of truth is like the weeds on the plains, growing again in the spring breeze.

When Mrs. Hua heard this, she smiled softly.

"In that case, I will light a green lantern for Mr. An's spiritual path."

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