My Fury Will Burn The Heavens

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"what happened?"

Jiang Yi was puzzled. If he was drawing according to the memories in his mind, why did the painting no longer have rhyme? Phoenix next to him stunned and said, "Master, I remember you closed your eyes when you were painting."

"Closed eyes? Oh right, I was in a state of harmony between heaven and man."

Jiang Yi patted his head and left the painting aside.The herring quickly replaced another rice paper. Jiang Yi entered the unity of heaven and man. This time, the painting was slower. Drawing with heart.

This time he is better than the last one. At least he can barely recognize that this is a landscape painting. It has endless seas, long islands, rolling hills, ten thunder mountains, and a thunderbolt in the sky. There are thunder and fire around Thunder Mountain ...

Of course, Jiang Yi's painting skills still dare not compliment, painting mountains is not mountains, painting water is not water, painting a thunderbolt like a chicken paw print ...

"Sister, how is it?"

When Jiang Yi finished the last stroke, Herring asked softly and nervously. Feng Yan frowned, his eyes full of confusion, and shook his head, saying: "It's useless, there is no rhyme in this painting, it can't draw people's imagination to touch the soul. This is not a heavenly painting."

Jiang Yi opened his eyes and was disappointed.At first he thought he had a skill to make a lot of money. Now it seems that the original painting was only accidentally obtained. Now he deliberately draws it, but he can't draw the essence. On it.

They are still two or three hundred million stars away. If they go out to hunt and kill mountain bandits, they can easily die with the help of the Thunderfire Hill Bandit. But what if you encounter a large bandit army? And go out and start a war, what if you flee? Is there a strong person nearby? That wasn't revealed at a glance. At that time Lu Lin will definitely make a secret arrangement, and they will be in danger.

"Draw again"

He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. Regardless, he was completely silent in the painting. He didn't care if the final painting was a sky painting. After drawing one, he pulled a blank sheet of paper, and kept painting. Two hours, it took dozens of paintings to stop.

He opened his eyes and looked at Feng Yan, but what he saw was a pair of gloomy eyes. He threw the pen away and said angrily, "No more drawing."

Feng Zheng motioned for herring to clean up and gave Jiang Yi a cup of tea ceremony: "Don't be discouraged, since you can make a sky painting, you will definitely have the opportunity to draw the sky painting again. It ’s better to do this ... starting today, I I teach my son to paint every day for half a day, and the others actually practice it. Let ’s experiment for a month. If it still does n’t work, how about giving up? ”

"Ok"

Jiang Yi thought that the integration of the pattern of the lines has recently fallen into a bottleneck. It is useless to forcibly cultivate. It is better to transform the thinking, cultivate the power, learn about witchcraft, and learn to paint every day. Perhaps it is not necessary to suddenly realize the epiphany?

Only five months have passed, and it is not necessarily safe to go out now. It is likely that Lu Lin is still sending someone to investigate their whereabouts. Jiang Yi asked Qian Wanguan to go back to realize the fragments of the soul's Tao pattern. After drinking a cup of tea, he got up and said, "Well, Fenger, teach me to paint."

"it is good"

Feng Ying nodded and said, instead of getting up, she sat down and said, "The son must learn some basic knowledge first to learn painting. The first is the type of painting. The Fengming continent divides the painting into ink paintings. Painting with ink pen and pastel painting, it needs to be painted with gouache, it will have colorful and vivid colors. In addition, there are mud paintings, simple paintings, embroidery paintings, carving paintings, etc. Sons ... don't need to learn so complicated Just concentrate on drawing ink. "

"There are also different types of paintings, including landscape paintings, figure paintings, birds, fish, insects and beast paintings, boundary paintings, hazy paintings, etc. The artist who just started recommends starting with landscape painting, which is easier to learn."

"The third is painting techniques. Painting techniques include splashing ink, brushwork, sketching, freehand drawing, stylization, white drawing, bonelessness, finger painting, etc. When the protagonist looks at me first, I will explain to you in detail. You get started, but the master brings you into the door, practice to see the individual, the level of painting skills of the son, then it depends on your understanding and hard work ... "

Feng Ye was barely everyone in the world of calligraphy and painting. Many things came out of the mouth, and Jiang Yi heard it for a while. Fortunately, Feng Ye is a good teacher. She just briefly described some basic knowledge, and she got up to paint, and taught while painting, which made it easier for Jiang Yi to learn.

For a whole day, Jiang Yi didn't write, and he watched Feng Ye slowly paint, explaining little by little. When it was dark outside, he finally understood some basic knowledge.

He tried to make a few paintings, and the level really grew slowly. Leishan was no longer crooked, and Lei Ling was also different. The thunder and lightning in the sky no longer looked like chicken paw prints.

"Gongzi has a good sense of perseverance, and he will always be a member of the calligraphy and painting world. He will soon become an emperor of painting."

Feng Wei slightly praised for the first time, Jiang Yi laughed and stretched his pen to a lazy waist: "Well, let's stop here today, I think whether to go to practice or go ... continue to study our new moves? "

"No more, no more people."

Seeing Jiang Yi's eyes glance over, Herring Jiao flew away quickly and fled away, Feng Ye also changed his face, one hand was attached to Feng's buttocks, rolled his eyes and said, "My son, you are too bad, you Let's go to practice, it still hurts ... "

"Hahaha"

Jiang Yi Yangtian laughed and went into the room to practice. This time he didn't go to integrate the Daowen. Instead, he practiced the power and learned witchcraft to transform his thinking. Otherwise, if he got into the horns and couldn't get out It's troublesome.

After practicing for one night, Jiang Yi went out of the gate the next afternoon and learned to paint with Feng Ye again. He was planning to spend a month to see if he could make another sky painting. Once he could draw a large number of sky paintings, he would not have to risk hunting mountain bandits.

Unfortunately, half a month later, Jiang Yi's level of painting has improved a lot. Feng Ye said that he can reach the level of the painter, which can be described as rapid progress, but he never painted a sky painting again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ 江Yi was a little disappointed, but Feng Ye and Herring kept cheering on Jiang Yi. Feng Ye is even more willing to Jiang Yi. He promises that if Jiang Yi can make another sky painting, he can satisfy him in any posture. Feng Ye is not as unrestrained as herring. She has always been very conservative. When she said this, Jiang Yi was as aggressive as a chicken.

With the passage of time, the outside world became more and more calm, Lu Lin also seemed to have forgotten the incident, the army bandits who pursued Jiang Yi were no longer paying attention, and Hongjialijia also seemed to give up.As for the rest of the super family, The son was completely ignored.

A month later

Jiang Yi lost all his pens and said angrily: "If you don't paint, what if you become the painting king? A painting can't sell for tens of thousands of sky stones, wasting time."

Feng Yan was silent, herring went silently to clean up, Jiang Yi's painting skills had made rapid progress in the past month, but there was still a gap to the level of Feng Yan. This thing is not made overnight, the most important thing is that he has painted at least tens of thousands of paintings, and a pair of sky paintings have not been painted. It seems that the painting that day is really a wonderful hand.