Chapter 25: Bring a Pot of Yellow Wine, Bathe in the Stars and Paint Bamboo

After watching the old man go, Anle slowly exhaled.

This old man who walked out of the Taimiao had a special status. He could be the temple priest of the Taimiao. Not to mention his cultivation, his status and position alone were beyond Anle's reach.

But Anle still rejected the old man's idea of ​​exchanging paintings immediately. As the old man said, a gentleman values ​​his promise, and a promise is worth a thousand gold. Since he had promised the Lin Mansion first, there was no reason for him to not go without asking for leave.

The old man said that he would help him cover the demonic energy that was released during the tempering of the body. For Anle, it was naturally good. Therefore, Anle was quite grateful. Otherwise, it would be really troublesome if he really attracted a demon hunter.

There are demons in the world, so there are demon hunters. Demon hunters are a general term, but most of them are practitioners. In detail, Taoist priests and monks also have part-time demon hunters.

There are many stories about demon hunters in the folk history of Da Zhao. Many demon hunters do not distinguish between good and evil demons. They will capture all demons without any reason. Even if they have things related to demons, they will be attacked by demon hunters.

Therefore, if the demon energy leaks out when Anle is tempering his body, it will be very troublesome to attract some unreasonable demon hunters.

He changed his green clothes that were stained with blood on his pores and put on a white shirt, which made him look handsome and elegant. He even became more charming because of the demon energy tempering his body.

The courtyard was locked. After leaving, Anle walked out of Taimiao Lane leisurely.

Passing by Taimiao, the closed magnificent building made it difficult to see the furnishings and appearance inside.

Anle did not look at it for long. He retracted his gaze and stepped onto Qingbo Street towards the quiet street with many noble residences.

Today, because of the demon jade, I practiced the Five Animals for a while longer, so I probably didn't have time to go to the West Lake to take advantage of Fairy Yunrou, but there were many young masters in the Lin Mansion, so Anle could take advantage of them as much as he wanted.

Arriving at Jing Street, stepping on the smooth bluestone, recalling the attack he encountered here yesterday and the pressure from Luo Qingchen, Anle raised the corner of his lips and silently put it in his heart.

Passing through the stone tablet jade square in front of the Lin Mansion where all officials had to dismount and walk, he raised the door knocker and rang the door, and a maid opened the door for him.

"Mr. An is here, please."

The petite maid blushed unconsciously as she looked at the increasingly handsome Anle, and carefully led the way in front to the martial arts hall.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng had been waiting in the martial arts hall for a long time. When Anle came in a white dress, his face was even more charming, which made the two girls look at him a few more times.

Anle couldn't help but smile when he saw the two girls. He took advantage of the situation and took two strands of the Qi of Time from each of them.

The eighth son Lin Ye, who was conquered by Anle's photo editing skills yesterday, came to greet him with a smile, and Anle took two strands of the Qi of Time without hesitation.

These third-generation sons of the Lin family, who were of the same generation as the ninth sister, generally had about seven or eight strands of the Qi of Time. Lin Zhuifeng had more, with more than ten strands, while Lin Qingyin was not as good as Lin Zhuifeng, with only seven strands.

If Anle came a few more times, Lin Qingyin would be sucked dry.

However, there were many sons, so Anle could still suck for a while.

After continuously extracting the Qi of Time from the two sons, plus Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng, a total of four people, he reached the limit and could not extract any more.

The eight strands he extracted were all gray Qi of Time.

The golden Qi of Time that can condense the Dao Fruit of Time is indeed not so easy to produce.

In the morning, he extracted two strands of Qi from the woman, and one strand turned into Dao Fruit, leaving only one strand. With the eight strands now in his account, Anle's family assets suddenly became rich.

Anle also estimated that he could only extract ten strands of Qi a day, which was the limit.

Perhaps he could absorb more when his cultivation level was raised to the next level.

Taking charcoal sticks, sharpening them, and spreading paper, Anle began his task of painting for the young masters in the Lin Mansion today.

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The sun set in the west, and the sky was full of rosy clouds.

The willows on the side of the long street were swaying, and the gentle breeze blew on his face, bringing a different kind of comfort.

Anle said goodbye to Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin, and left the Lin Mansion. Today, he was unable to see Madam Hua.

Strolling along the long street, he came to a restaurant, got a pot of old yellow wine, and cut some pork head and braised beef.

Carrying wine and food, bathing in the sunset, he walked towards the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane, which was also his temporary home in Lin'an Prefecture, without haste or slowness.

Back in the small courtyard, the old locust tree in the courtyard was lush and rustling in the wind. Anle went to the nearby old well to fetch water, watered the flowers and potted plants, and then put the table in the courtyard and served wine and food.

The moonlight was getting darker, and the North Dipper was tilted and the South Dipper was tilted.

The night fell quietly, the moon was hanging in the sky, and the sky was full of stars.

There were footsteps outside the alley. The old man in plain clothes held a mounted scroll in one hand and put one hand behind his back. He walked into the courtyard without haste or slowness, like an old friend arriving as expected.

"Hahaha, I can smell the wine from a long distance."

The old man smiled and sat on a chair in the courtyard, looking at the old yellow wine that had been heated on the table and the pig head meat on the plate, and his smile became wider.

Yellow wine and side dishes were nothing to him. Even though he could drink the immortal wine alone, he hadn't sat with others for a long time, drinking and eating. He felt a little complicated for a while.

Anle poured yellow wine for the old man and said with a smile: "This is the old yellow wine sold by a restaurant in Yanchunli, Yujie. My friends and I went there to drink it once. It tasted quite good. I'll get a pot for you to try. If you are interested, you can come often in the future. I will prepare wine to welcome you."

The old man drank it all in one gulp, squinted his eyes, and smacked his lips.

"Not a bad wine, with the taste of craftsmanship, good!"

The old man praised, and then he and Anle started to drink and chat. After three cups of wine, the old man stroked his long eyebrows, took the scroll and slowly spread it out.

"My friend, you can enter the Lin Mansion as a painter, you must have some real talent and knowledge, come, let's appreciate the painting."

The old man smiled.

The candlelight was dim, illuminating the scroll.

He looked at it, it was a meticulous bamboo painting, the scroll was painted with bamboo in one color, full of elegance.

Anle looked at the painting, vaguely, his mind was involuntarily mobilized, as if he was visualizing the "Sword Waterfall Picture".

But it was not a meditation, without meditation, just looking at the painting moved his mind, which was enough to explain the strangeness of this painting!

"My friend, is this bamboo insect painting of mine okay?"

The old man smiled.

Anle carefully appreciated the painting and couldn't help but exclaim: "The shadows of the bamboos are scattered, and the double hooks are filled with colors, and the colors are flying. The longhorn beetles and grasshoppers are also painted, all of which are depicted in detail. It is the culmination of fine brushwork bamboo painting! A masterpiece of a master!"

The old man knew that Anle understood painting when he heard Anle's comments. People who understand painting praise differently.

He would not be like those who don't understand, who would only praise it with one sentence, "Well painted."

How could I not know that I paint well? !

The old man chuckled, poured a glass of rice wine, drank it all, and felt that the wine was sweet.

Anle continued to stare at the scroll, and his mind seemed to be growing stronger while watching the painting.

"Do you feel your mind is growing stronger? For practitioners like me, painting is not just a casual act of playing with ink. We will use our mind to make the painting more meaningful."

The old man saw Anle's appearance, stroked his beard and smiled, and said slowly: "The way of refining the mind is to cultivate the mind. Playing chess, calligraphy and painting can not only cultivate sentiment, but also strengthen the mind. There are many painters in the palace. They put their minds in the paintings, which can make people look at the paintings and nourish their minds."

"Many masters of refining the mind are proficient in calligraphy and painting. Even when famous artists make a painting, a scroll is comparable to a rare magic weapon for refining the mind."

The old man drank and ate food to popularize some knowledge for Anle.

"This bamboo insect picture of mine is just painted with ordinary painting techniques. It has not been integrated with the mind, but it also has some magic. Looking at it can nourish the mind."

Anle nodded, amazed, looking at this painting, he actually loved it.

The old man smiled and looked at Anle: "Your friend was able to enter the Lin Mansion to paint, in fact, you had some luck. With the status of the Lin Mansion, it is not difficult to invite a palace painter, but because the forces behind the palace painters are intertwined, the Lin Mansion has never participated in party struggles, so this painter selection measure was taken to allow your friend to enter the Lin Mansion."

"But your friend's paintings can be appreciated by the old lady, which must be commendable. I am looking forward to your paintings."

Anle heard this, got up and went into the house, took out a few sketches and handed them to the old man.

The old man took it and looked at it carefully, with a strange color flashing in his eyes: "Using charcoal as ink, this painting is full of reality, and it is a new way, which is worthy of praise."

"If it is a painting of people, it is indeed more suitable than fine brushwork and line drawing. No wonder your friend was able to surpass many painters in Lin'an to enter the Lin Mansion."

The old man still admired Anle's sketches.

The old man put down the painting, looked at Anle and said: "But I prefer to paint with wolf-hair brushes and ink. I wonder if you know how to do it?"

Anle understood immediately after hearing this. The old man was testing him. Although the old man appreciated sketching, he didn't like it. If Anle only knew how to sketch, then perhaps today would be the last time they would drink and talk about painting.

Anle was not afraid, and smiled: "Painting with wolf-hair brushes and ink splashing is unrestrained and unrestrained. I naturally know something about it."

The old man's eyes lit up immediately after hearing this.

But Anle got up, lit the candle, and walked into the house: "Senior painted fine brushwork bamboo, and I will respond with ink and wash bamboo."

Ink and wash bamboo... The old man's eyes flashed with doubt, picked up a pot of old yellow wine, and followed Anle into the house.

In the house, the raw rice paper was spread vertically on the table. Anle carefully ground the ink and closed his eyes to think.

The old man poured himself a glass of yellow wine and glanced at Anle, curious about how the young man would paint bamboo.

Painting is quite time-consuming. Is Anle picking up the brush at this moment out of youthful vigor?

If so, the old man is a little disappointed.

Anle doesn't know what the old man is thinking at this moment. In his mind, a series of bamboo paintings naturally flash through his mind, and finally the bamboo style of the bamboo painting master surges in his heart.

He opens his eyes, holds the wolf hair brush to drink full of ink, and then puts the burnt ink on the white rice paper, lifting it up in twos and threes, then pauses, and then lifts it up again.

The slender bamboo trunk jumps on the paper, and then turns to light ink to paint the slender bamboo trunk with the same brushwork, and the brush strokes are orderly, as if there is ink in his heart.

The leaves are painted with burnt ink, and the bamboo leaves are formed after a pause, like a sword or a knife. The two wolf hairs, burnt ink and light ink switch with each other. In just a moment, the ink-colored bamboo and rocks jump on the raw rice paper.

The bamboo leaves are as sharp as swords, and the thin bamboo trunks carry many bamboo leaves, standing on the rock, but long and straight, like the backbone of a gentleman!

A picture of bamboo and rocks in ink, seems to have righteousness!

Pulling the mind like destroying the stars and moving the bull!

Anle seemed to be unaware of the old man's presence, and then took up the pen again, Banqiao Bamboo signed his name in Banqiao style, writing quickly with ink.

"Hold on to the green mountains and don't let go..."

The old man stared at the painting intently at some point, and the action of pouring wine had already frozen, and the wine flowed out of the cup.

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