Chapter 179 Paper Girl

Late at night, Ma Wu was sitting next to Li Banfeng, and Mrs. Moth was lying next to Ma Wu.

Even though Ma Wu praised the lady moth in every possible way, Li Banfeng still had the urge to run for his life.

"Brother, don't worry, this Lady Moth is different from the one we met before. She is a gentle person."

As he spoke, Ma Wu gently touched Mrs. Demi Moth's body. Mrs. Deco Moth trembled and said with a fearful expression: "Brother Xiaolang, you can do whatever you want tomorrow. I really can't bear it anymore today."

Ma Wu glanced at Mrs. Demi Moth with a slight dissatisfaction, and Mrs. Demi Moth said with aggrieved expression: "I really can't bear it anymore."

Li Banfeng looked at the moth and said, "I can't bear it anymore, so you should leave."

Mrs. Demi Moth's cheeks turned red, she lowered her head and said, "I can't bear to leave."

Ma Wu's talent is really unreasonable. This lady moth can defeat a hundred Ma Wu, but because she is reluctant to take action, she just lets Ma Wu bully her.

Ma Wu sighed and said: "This is not all talent. In the final analysis, it is fate. If it had been the former Lady Moth, my life would have been lost long ago."

Hearing that Ma Wu kept mentioning other people, the lady moth was a little unhappy: "Brother Xiaolang, you always mention the person before you. Is the name of the person you are talking about Linglong?"

exquisite?

Does Mrs. Demi Moth have a name?

Li Banfeng stared at the fat Lady Moth for another moment.

The key is that the name Linglong has nothing to do with Madame Moth!

"His name is Linglong?" Ma Wu was very interested, "What's your name?"

Mrs. Demi Moth said with a shy face: "My name is Yanzi."

Her name is Yanzi...

Li Banfeng took a deep breath and looked at the sky, imagining what this huge swallow would look like when it flew into the sky.

Ma Wu touched Mrs. Demi Moth's cheek and said, "Swallow, this is fate. You are destined to fly into my heart."

Li Banfeng shuddered.

How big a heart does this have?

While talking about love, Ma Wu asked for information: "You just mentioned Linglong, do you know each other before?"

Yanzi was unhappy: "Why did you mention her again?"

"I'm just curious."

"Of course I know her. We were from the same Taoist sect and practiced together. Linglong just moved here this year. I came here just to look for her, but I couldn't find her after searching for several days."

Of course you can't find her. She went to visit the house and never came out again.

But Li Banfeng is not concerned about Linglong, he is concerned about the Taoist sect: "Do you still have a Taoist sect?"

"Yes," Yanzi replied seriously, "we all originally practiced asceticism."

Li Banfeng became even more curious: "You, do you mean you and Linglong, or all the Lady Moths?"

The Swallow replied: "All Lady Demi-Moths are penances, and only by hard practice can one become Lady Dei-moths."

Penance turned into Lady Moth?

Li Banfeng discovered that Mrs. Demi Moth was not as simple as he thought.

My wife once said that Mrs. Demi Moth is the second type of abnormality. Her body grew up in the new land, but her soul was not born in the new land. At first, Li Banfeng didn’t understand it, but now after listening to Mrs. Dei Moth’s story, he seems to understand a little better. .

At the mention of penance, Ma Wu frowned. Penance was the natural enemy of joy.

Mrs. Moth quickly explained: "Brother Xiaolang, I know you don't like this door. In fact, I don't like it either."

Ma Wudao: "If you don't like it, why did you choose to practice hard?"

Mrs. Demi Moth was silent for a long time, and her face, which was originally full of tenderness, had a hint of gloom: "I originally planned to never mention these things again."

Ma Wu pinched Mrs. Lion Moth's fat face and said, "You can't even mention it to me?"

"Brother Xiaolang has asked, how dare I not say that I was ignorant when I was young, and when I met a man with a black heart, I gave everything I could give, and he took everything he could, and left me behind. ,

I feel that living in this world is destined to be miserable. If I listen to a few words of encouragement from others, I think I have seen through this world of mortals and have entered the path of ascetic cultivation.

When you become an ascetic monk, you can't talk about romance or love. Even if you marry someone else, you can just live with each other.

After a lifetime of hard work and a lifetime of cultivation, she has no regrets about taking the medicine. After the death of a woman who has practiced hard training, if she is willing, she will cross the bridge and be reincarnated. If she is unwilling, she will go to a new land.

There is a kind of moth in the new earth, which is born without a soul. Ascetic women can possess it and continue to practice. "

Ma Wu kissed Mrs. Demi Moth distressedly: "After turning into a Demi Moth, will you still suffer?"

Li Banfeng snorted and said, "You shouldn't suffer much if you eat so fat."

Yan Zi blushed and said: "You have already died once, what else can you think about? Why should you suffer? When you become a moth, you have to enjoy yourself and do whatever you want.

If you want to eat, just open up and eat, if you want to play, just have fun, if you want to find a man, just find a man, if you want to have a baby, just have a happy one. "

Ma Wu exclaimed: "Quick, I like your cheerfulness!"

Li Banfeng said: "How about I stay somewhere else and you guys can relax here for a while?"

Ma Wu was very generous: "We are brothers, I can feel happy even if you are here!"

Yanzi shook his head repeatedly and said: "Today is really bad, Brother Xiaolang, wait for me to rest for a night, and we will come back tomorrow."

It was late at night, and the swallow returned to the forest and fell asleep.

Li Banfeng said: "I want to go to Green Water City, will you go back with me?"

Ma Wu shook his head and said, "I still want to practice in the new land for a while. Tomorrow I will ask Xiao Genzi to go back to Lanyang Village and call some people to clean up our plots. At least we have a place to live."

"Can you do it here alone?"

Ma Wu looked at Yan Zi who was sleeping in the distance, smiled, and said nothing.

Of course he can do it, he is better than Li Banfeng.

Here is his territory. As long as he sprinkles blood, the local god will protect him.

Even if he doesn't shed blood, Yan Zi will protect him.

As long as he doesn't leave the plot, Ma Wu's situation is safer than in the Ma family mansion.

But is it safe for Li Banfeng to go to Green Water City?

Although the conflict with the Lu family has been temporarily eased, Ma Wu is still a little worried: "If there is nothing important, it is best not to go to Green Water City recently. I always feel that the major families are going to make some trouble."

"I really have something important to do. I want to buy paintings."

"Buy paintings?" Ma Wu blinked his eyes, "What's the big deal about buying paintings?"

"It's very important. I'm obsessed with looking at paintings now. I can't eat if I don't look at paintings for a day."

This sounded familiar. Ma Wu remembered the incident when Li Banfeng bought a record player. At that time, no matter how Ma Wu persuaded him, he couldn't stop Li Banfeng.

"Seventh brother, some of your actions are really weird. I really can't understand it."

Li Banfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You slept with Mrs. Suo Mo, and you said my actions were weird?"

"Do you want to buy famous paintings or ordinary hanging paintings?"

"Going to Green Water City, of course, you want famous paintings."

In fact, Li Banfeng wanted to learn painting.

The Western painting method taught by Zhong Peng may not be learned in two or three years, so Li Banfeng wants to learn some quick painting skills.

"Famous paintings..." Ma Wu thought for a moment and thought of one, "There are many famous painters in Lushui City, but in my opinion, the most artistic is Mr. Qiao Guangyuan, especially his landscape paintings..."

"No landscape paintings," Li Banfeng waved his hand, "I want someone who is good at painting people."

"Mr. Fu Taiyue is a good painter who can make people come alive with just three or five strokes, but his paintings are not cheap."

Hearing about three or five strokes, Li Banfeng became excited!

He wanted such painting skills. In a critical moment, with just three or five strokes, he could create a powerful fighting force. Wouldn't this bring the fourth-level skills to the extreme?

"Where does this old man live?"

Ma Wu told Li Banfeng the address of Fu Taiyue and said, "Mr. Fu Taiyue has a somewhat arrogant temperament, and his paintings are not cheap. If you really want to buy his paintings, you need to be more patient."

This kind of great artist will have some personality, and Li Banfeng doesn't mind this.

After staying in Xindi for one night, the next day, Li Banfeng sent Xiaogenzi back to Lanyang Village and went to Lushui City alone.

According to Ma Wu's address, Li Banfeng found the residence of Mr. Fu Taiyue.

After knocking on the door for a long time, a servant came out: "Are you here to ask for paintings?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I'm here to learn painting."

The servant looked up and down and said to Li Banfeng, "You wait here first."

After waiting outside the door for more than half an hour, the door finally opened. The servant took Li Banfeng into the entrance hall. After waiting for more than half an hour, the servant took Li Banfeng to the main hall.

After waiting for such a long time, Li Banfeng didn't complain.

To learn painting from a master, you must be able to withstand this test.

Mr. Fu Taiyue was painting, and the servant signaled Li Banfeng not to make a sound. Li Banfeng carefully admired the paintings in the living room and looked at the unfinished works of the old man.

After looking around, Li Banfeng turned and left.

Fu Taiyue put down his brush and sneered: "Young man, you don't have this patience, and you still want to be my disciple?"

"It's not that I don't have patience, I just don't want to learn from you." Li Banfeng didn't complain, he was speaking from the heart.

Fu Taiyue was stunned, looked at Li Banfeng and said: "I am not talented, please give me some advice."

Li Banfeng looked at a painting in the living room and said: "I don't understand your painting. Are you painting a person or a mountain?"

The old man smiled: "I am painting a mountain god, the shape is like a mountain, the spirit is like a person, the artistic conception of the mountain god is in this scroll."

Li Banfeng looked carefully, and what he said really made sense.

The shape is a mountain, but the lines between the mountains and water outline a human face, which does have an elusive majesty and momentum.

"Very good." Li Banfeng praised and left.

The old man's paintings are indeed artistic, and the paintings in the whole room are very artistic.

But this is useless to Li Banfeng. Drawing such an abstract thing is not suitable for helping Li Banfeng fight.

Seeing that Li Banfeng didn't even turn his head, the old man put down his brush and chased him out: "Young man, you just said it was good, but you didn't say what's good about this painting?"

"Everything is good, but it's too profound. I can't reach that level yet. I'll learn for a few more years and then ask the old man for advice."

Fu Taiyue looked gloomy, and the servant looked at Li Banfeng's back and sneered: "People like you should go to Huafang Street to learn painting. That place suits your status."

Li Banfeng turned around and asked: "Where is Huafang Street? I'll go and see."

He was asking sincerely, but this sentence made Fu Taiyue angry. His veins jumped, and the mountain god hanging in the living room seemed to come alive and glared at Li Banfeng.

Not as if, but really alive.

Li Banfeng sensed the danger and left the mansion quickly.

Is this man a home cultivator?

I didn't see him dripping blood on the painting just now.

Or some other Taoist sect?

It seems that his cultivation level is not low.

…

Li Banfeng came to Huafang Street. There were many shops selling paintings on this street, and there were also many stalls selling paintings.

Li Banfeng walked through several stalls and fell in love with a picture of a beautiful woman.

This is a Chinese painting. The lines are relatively simple, but the painting is lifelike. Especially the beauty is very handsome. She wears a cheongsam, has wavy shoulder-length hair, big eyes, thin eyebrows, full lips, and above the left corner of her mouth, there is a A mole that looks very attractive.

This is in line with Li Banfeng's needs.

The stall owner hurriedly stepped forward to greet business: "Sir, have you taken a fancy to this picture of a beautiful woman? You have a good eye. Since I left the stall today, I have sold more than a dozen pictures. If you come a little later, it will be out of stock.

This painting usually sells for 60. It's a coincidence that you came here today. I have something to do and I have to close the stall. Let's buy it for a fixed price, 55. Do you think it's suitable? "

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I'm not here to buy paintings."

Upon hearing this, the stall owner became less enthusiastic: "I sell paintings. If you don't want to buy paintings, go and look elsewhere."

Li Banfeng said: "I want to learn painting from you."

The stall owner was stunned: "Learn painting from me? Are you kidding me?"

"No joke, just give me a price."

The stall owner was in a dilemma: "How dare I ask a price? I can't draw."

"No? Then who painted this painting?"

"I don't know who painted it, can you really not tell? This painting is printed!"

"Printed?" Li Banfeng stared at the painting for a long time. There was still the smell of ink on it, but he couldn't see the texture of the printed matter.

The stall owner is an honest person: "I told you just now, I have sold more than a dozen of them. Can I paint more than a dozen of the same painting?"

Printed... may not work.

Li Banfeng looked at the stall owner and said, "Can you teach me how to print paintings?"

The stall owner looked Li Banfeng up and down: "Sir, are you here to cause trouble?"

"I'm really here to learn art."

The stall owner shook his head: "This is the art of eating, I don't teach you."

Li Banfeng took out a stack of banknotes and said, "I'll give you the money."

…

Rubbing is indeed a craft.

There are techniques for applying ink, laying paper, and uncovering paintings.

But this craft is much easier than painting.

Li Banfeng spent 20,000 yuan to learn from the stall owner for two days, and he learned 50% to 60% of the rubbing skills.

The stall owner gave Li Banfeng a dozen drawing boards (templates). Li Banfeng bought a knife of white paper and two large bottles of ink, took them back with him, and started printing.

Seeing how busy Li Banfeng was, Zhong Pendulum was a little worried: "Master, you are trying to take advantage of this. Is this okay?"

Li Banfeng concentrated on printing and ignored the pendulum.

Pendulum looked at the record player: "Madam..."

Chichi~

The record player sneered: "If you don't learn the right way and stick to this sideways approach, your efforts will be in vain."

That being said, the record player doesn't know if this method will work.

Although this painting was printed, it was also printed by Li Banfeng himself.

After more than ten minutes, a painting was printed.

Li Banfeng cut his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood on the painting.

He concentrated his thoughts and waited for a moment. The brush of the drawing paper rustled, and a three-foot-tall beauty slowly stepped out of the painting!

Li Banfeng was very happy, and Zhong Pendulum was very surprised.

"Pour me a cup of tea." Li Banfeng ordered, and the three-foot beauty went immediately, first putting some tea leaves into the cup, and then adding some water.

He really knows how to pour tea!

Although she poured cold water, her wisdom was much stronger than the one-foot girl Li Banfeng had made before.

Li Banfeng was drinking tea while instructing the three-foot beauty to do things.

Sweeping the floor and mopping dust, the three-foot beauty can do it.

With such a good understanding, fighting will definitely not be a problem!

Just when Li Banfeng was overjoyed, he suddenly heard a crash, and the three-foot beauty fell apart and turned into confetti on the ground.

The record player sighed: "Hey, sir, you have put in so much effort, and this little girl can only support this for a moment."

The lifespan of a paper man is also related to his hard work.

Li Banfeng looked at his pocket watch and saw that the three-foot beauty seemed to have lasted less than five minutes.

The record player reminded: "This is not a fight, otherwise it will fall apart faster, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for even one minute."

One minute.

Is it enough?

Depends on how to use it.

PS: In fact, one minute is not too short.