Painter

Jingxi is in his early twenties, with a clear and handsome face, like a big boy next door.It's just that this person has no expression, doesn't like to talk, and behaves calmly, which makes him seem a bit old-fashioned.

Looking at the unresponsive manuscript paper, Bai Qian panicked, but was pulled back to his senses by Jing Xi, who was younger than him, and couldn't help feeling that he had lived a few more years in vain.

Jing Xi asked Bai Qian, "Are you a painter?"

Bai Qian hesitated for a moment, but still gave a rather ambiguous answer: "In a different sense, yes. I have been drawing... paintings for nearly ten years, but I can't be like you, where everything you paint can become real." of."

These words aroused Jingxi's constant doubts, eyes locked on Bai Qian's face, Jingxi suddenly asked: "Why don't you grow your hair?"

"Ah?" Bai Qian touched the hat on his head, didn't know how to explain it, so he could only vaguely say, "I'm growing it long."

Jingxi looked at him, turned his head after a long time, restrained the aura around him, and said, "How did you paint in the past, and now you still follow those steps."

Bai Qian knew that he was doubting his identity.In fact, everyone doubted their identity, but no one questioned themselves.Si Qi probably didn't have time, Mu Yueguan was pure-hearted and only found it strange to watch her, but her brother was secretly observing.

As for Jingxi, Bai Qian didn't understand.He doesn't like to talk, and everything is boring.But the opposite is true between actions. When you make up your mind, you will implement it immediately without any delay.From this point of view, his temperament should be quite straightforward.

Anyway, I never understood this person.Bai Qian knew that guessing was useless, so he stopped thinking and focused all his attention on the table in front of him.

According to the previous drawing method, it is very cumbersome. For a single object, you only need a pencil to make a base, and then stroke it with a g brush, which saves things like mirrors.Bai Qian took a g-pen, dipped it in ink, and outlined the bronze stove on the paper.After that, I wiped off the pencil with an eraser, and swept off the rubber residue, and the teapot stood out on the paper, clean and clear.

Bai Qian was still holding the feather brush in his hand, and after he took a breath, a stove appeared on the table.The fat furnace body, the handles connecting the two sides are erected, and the top cover of the furnace has many holes, which are evenly distributed.It is no different from the one in Bijiao.

And the original manuscript paper has disappeared.

"Success!"

The paper becomes the thing on the painting, and this kind of magic happens in one's own hands. The joy and shock are far stronger than watching someone else do magic.Holding the copper stove, Bai Qian looked at it repeatedly, and excitedly grabbed Jingxi's hand: "Look! Look! It's a success! I drew it! This... This is simply amazing!"

Jingxi raised her fingertips slightly, and the outward movement was not small.It's just that Bai Qian was so immersed in joy that he didn't notice it at all, and didn't even realize that he just shook his hand.Jingxi lowered her head and saw that Bai Qian's fingers unconsciously twisted a few times because they suddenly became empty, and felt a little cold in her palm.

Before Bai Qian's excitement passed, he took out another sheet of manuscript paper, picked up a pencil and was ready to draw.Jingxi withdrew her hand and stopped, "Wait a minute."

Bai Qian's smile was particularly bright, his eyes were like bright stars, and the moment he turned his head, Jing Xi was a little distracted.

"I feel like I'm dreaming! It's incredible, I must try it a few more times!"

Jingxi lowered her head and tapped on the stack of manuscript paper: "Is this thing good?"

"What? Well... it should be quite difficult if you are here."

"Then don't waste it."

Bai Qian was a little dazed, Jingxi flicked on the painted bronze stove, and a crack broke out where the nail landed.The lines spread along the curved surface, and spread to the entire furnace surface in a short time. The small cracks looked like a net, wrapping the bronze furnace in it.

Bai Qian's smile froze on his face, before he could understand the change in front of him, he heard the bronze furnace shatter into pieces with a "crash".

"..." Bai Qian really couldn't think of what to say.

I don't know what other people's roads were like before they became painters. Looking at myself alone, it's a bit too tortuous.No matter how many times you are happy back and forth, you will be severely beaten by reality.Whenever he thought he was successful, he would be slapped mercilessly.

Jingxi looked like an old god, watching his nose, nose and heart.Bai Qian opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally spit out: "Your hands are quite strong..."

Hearing this, Jingxi picked up another fragment and held it between his fingers, interlaced his fingers, and the fragment broke into two pieces with a "crack".

Bai Qian laughed "hehehe", and asked: "...Have you ever practiced Vajra Palm?"

Jingxi didn't speak, but picked up a fragment and handed it to him.Bai Qian covered his face and stepped back: "No, I don't want to accept this reality."

Jingxi's voice came: "This is normal."

Bai Qian immediately let go of his hands, leaned forward to look at Jingxi, and pressed his hands on the table.As a result, it happened to be on top of those fragments, and there was a series of crackling sounds, and the bronze under Bai Qian's palm shattered into slag.

Jingxi glanced silently, and said, "It will be the same if the level is low, or if the spiritual power is insufficient."

Bai Qian couldn't bear to look at those bronze slags anymore, and asked instead: "Is there a difference between the two situations?"

"Low-level painters have a low success rate, and the life of the objects they draw is short. Insufficient spiritual power means that the original high-level painters have lost their spiritual power and forcibly paint when their spiritual power is empty."

"I don't quite understand...for example?"

"For example, when Mu Qingjian painted the emperor's palace, it took nearly a year of recuperation before he could recover his spiritual power. If he painted forcibly during this period, it would be like this."

Bai Qian suddenly realized: "Spiritual power is still depleted. Then what is my situation?"

"I don't know, I need a spirit test."

Bai Qian shook his head: "It's fine to test the spirit, I won't do it first."

He has his own conjectures, he has only been here for a few months, and this time is obviously not enough for him to fully integrate into this world.Stay longer, wait until you really live here and become a person in this world, maybe there will be a different result.

Jingxi interrupted his meditation and asked, "Do you know how bronze and iron tools are drawn?"

Bai Qian was taken aback for a moment, then understood.The utensils need to be carved from Zemu, and the paintbrush can only be used to paint clothes, but just now I clearly "painted" bronze!

Jingxi explained: "Zemu is soaked in blood, and then you get wooden tools. After the Zemu is carved, soak it in Tianhe and add blood, you get iron tools. As for bronze, you need to soak Zemu with the juice of arbor fruit , and then enter the blood to succeed."

Bai Qian asked back: "What's the problem?"

"The arbor grows on the mountainside of Qiaoze and bears fruit once a year. Compared with Zemu, it is rarer and more precious."

Bai Qian nodded thoughtfully: "But I just drew the bronze...Although I failed and it was all broken - but if I can succeed in improving my spiritual power, it means that I have completely destroyed the original world of this world. the law!?"

Jingxi didn't make a sound, which was regarded as a default.

Bai Qian swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously: "You won't kill me here to maintain the ecological balance..."

Jingxi actually answered seriously: "No."

Pei Shan suddenly handed a wooden box in, Bai Qian stopped talking, and opened it to look.It was Mu Qingjian's handwriting, and it said that the emperor was annoyed by Qu Miaoen in Xibeifengyan, and had already left for Hejiu in advance.Let him bypass Fengyan directly and go to Hejiu.

Bai Qian asked Pei Shan to pass on the news of Mu Yueguan's running alone, so he changed his way and went straight to Hejiu.

Jingxi's whereabouts were not under surveillance like Bai Qian's, and he received the news a little later.When the messenger left, Jingxi asked Bai Qian, "The brocade box is for you to drink wine?"

Bai Qian asked back: "How do you know?"

Jingxi showed him the brocade bag in his hand, the content was almost the same as the brocade box sent by Mu Qingjian: The emperor drove to Hejiu, please come back quickly.

Bai Qian thought about it for a while, and then exclaimed: "I forgot! You are the owner of the lotus wine city! You have been running around like this, and you have never lost your physical strength. Identity."

Jingxi threw the letter into the bronze furnace.Bai Qian continued to ask: "It's quite strange to say, isn't the city lord quite majestic, why do you seem to be different from them?"

Jingxi didn't answer, but changed the subject and said, "You want to go to Hejiu too, so let's go together."

Bai Qian smiled and pointed to his legs: "If you are not afraid that I will delay your trip."

With bright eyebrows and staring eyes, Jing Xi calmly said, "It's okay."

Originally, if you go to Fengyan, you need to go around to the northwest, and then go south to Hejiu.Now there is no need to go to Qu's house, the journey becomes all the way to the southwest, saving a lot of time.Bai Qian counted the time silently, worried that Jingxi would not arrive before Dijun.

Along the way, I heard a lot of rumors about the palace built by the Zuo family, most of which were negative news, pointing out the irrationality from the design concept.Bai Qian thought to himself, Mu Qingjian's efficiency is quite high, and he has heard it many times, so it won't be long before it reaches the emperor's ears.

Bai Qian still didn't quite understand Zuo Qizhi's method of discrediting himself, so he inadvertently mentioned a few words to Jing Xi.Originally, it was just casual talk, but Jing Xi explained it to him in a serious manner: "The Zuo family has developed in the court these years, and Zuo Qizhi is more willing to be a courtier than a painter. The Mu family. Go back to please the emperor and win the favor of the emperor. Why bother with those wood."

Bai Qian said with a smile: "It's really a hundred and eighty turns. Speaking of which, what's the development of your Jing family?"

Jingxi didn't answer, he didn't talk much originally, he seldom mentioned his own affairs, and he didn't know how to talk about the style of lotus wine.

Bai Qian suddenly thought of Danying's big hole, and asked, "The reason why you worked so hard is to dig out that hole? To save those people?"

Jing Xi poured a cup of tea with his hands down, but still didn't speak.

Bai Qian said regretfully: "Unfortunately, I couldn't escape. It would be great if I could dig out the lair."

Jingxi suddenly opened the small window, looked at the mountains outside, and said, "Here comes the lotus wine."