Chapter 6: Lady Dancing with a Sword, a Sketch

An Le was previously intimidated by Madam Hua's amazing spirit, but he did not notice that the wisp of time energy he absorbed was actually golden.

This gave An Le a little surprise. The golden time energy can be condensed into Dao fruit, which has great benefits!

The scene in front of him was like rippling water, and the scene came into view.

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Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road.

The faint rain, slanting on the sky, surrounded by smoke, makes the world hazy and sad.

Outside Lin'an City, the ancient official road.

The drizzle is like silk, interweaving slowly. There are two figures leading a horse, strolling leisurely, walking along the bluestone of the official road, poetic and picturesque, with a unique flavor.

The woman is wearing a white dress, with a three-foot long sword on her waist. The man beside her has eyebrows as sharp as a knife, and a spirit as deep as the abyss. He wears silver armor, a white cloak, and carries a golden-headed spear on his back. He also carries a golden-backed broadsword on his waist, showing his domineering power. He holds the reins of a dark horse in his hand and walks silently.

The lover went to war, the wife saw him off, and the lingering spring rain was stained with the sadness of parting.

Anle watched quietly, from a third-person perspective, like watching a movie.

The man in armor should be the eldest son of the Lin family, who was a marquis. He had great cultivation and was proficient in swords and spears. He suppressed foreign races and sat in the border of Zhao, blocking the Yuan and Mongolian army outside the Canglang River.

At this time, Madam Hua was still young, with a beautiful face, with the beauty and confusion that a young girl should have.

Finally, the two walked in silence for a long time. Although they were reluctant, they finally came to the end.

"I don't know when I will return after this farewell."

"I will dance with my husband for the sword."

Madam Hua said softly.

Then, she drew the long sword from her waist. The sword body was like a cicada's wing, thin but sharp. When she waved it, she lightly cut the raindrops, and the misty water was like a blooming flower.

The man led the horse to stop, chuckled, took out a jade flute from the backpack on the horse's back, put it to his lips, and the sound of the flute was long and endless.

The woman danced with the sword, and the man played the flute. This scene was a beautiful painting.

The man climbed on the horse and looked at the woman in white dancing with the sword. His legs were lightly clamped on the horse's belly. The black horse galloped slowly, and the sound of the flute was long and endless.

Madam Hua continued to dance with the sword accompanied by the sound of the flute. Her sword skills became more and more fierce, and the sword light was wanton, leaving sword marks on the ground around her.

It seemed that there was the spirit of golden swords and iron horses, splitting the mountains and breaking the waves!

Wait until the man and the horse disappeared in the drizzle.

Madam Hua stopped dancing with the sword, and stood with the sword, her eyebrows were full of sadness and worry about the farewell, and there was a trace of crystal in the corner of her eyes, I don’t know if it was drizzle or tears.

"I hope my husband will go to the frontier and kill enemies like a god, and protect the mountains and rivers."

"I will wait for you at home."

The picture is like a hazy scroll painting, dissipating in the golden mist.

...

Anle slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were a little dazed, but he did not forget his main purpose of observing the time. Madam Hua bid farewell to her husband, and the melancholy and the charm of sword dancing made Anle's heart surge.

Looking back at Madam Hua sitting in the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, there was an indelible sadness under her beautiful and graceful face.

If Anle remembered correctly, the eldest son of the Lin family never returned after that expedition.

[Obtain the Dao Fruit of Time: Sword Dancer (0/10)]

[Note: Sword Dancer (Dao Fruit): Related to the sword, you can get the blessing of enlightenment. When holding the sword, the fighting spirit is twice as high, and the strength and speed are improved. ]

In front of him, the light screen prompt flashed by.

A wisp of golden years condensed into a fruit of the years.

But Anle, who should have been happy at this moment, was calm and did not study the newly obtained fruit of the years.

Slightly closing his eyes, there was a picture in his mind that was like smoke and could not be shaken off.

The woman in white was full of sorrow and worry as she bid farewell.

Opening his eyes again, Anle grabbed a charcoal stick that had been sharpened with a knife, and the end of the charcoal stick was cut into a sharp pen tip.

The palm of his hand pressed against the pen, and his index finger and thumb held the charcoal stick like picking a flower. Thick paper was spread on the wooden frame, and the frame stood up. The slender charcoal tip fell on the white thick paper, and a "rustling" sound suddenly arose. It was different from painting with a brush, and the sound was quite loud.

This sound was very special in the quiet Tianbo Waterside Pavilion. Many painters turned their heads to look at him, and seeing the young painter's strange way of painting, they sneered and immersed themselves in painting again.

Sketching is a very basic way of painting. Every person who learns to paint first comes into contact with sketching. Sketching tests the painter's control of lines, light and shade, shape and structure, and creates realistic works through light, lines, surfaces and other aspects.

Portraits are sketches from life.

In his previous life, Anle was able to successfully enter the Academy of Fine Arts as an art student who was able to pass the single-plank bridge among thousands of troops, so his skills are still there.

In addition, he has observed the unique charm of Madam Hua over the years.

At this moment, Anle is confident, and Madam Hua's eyes are deeply engraved in his mind.

Rustle...

Rhythmic but rapid sounds resounded and lingered.

Anle's eyes seemed to be glowing, and he became very serious and earnest when he entered the creative state.

From time to time, he raised his head and looked at Madam Hua.

The sharpened charcoal stick gently rubbed it to leave marks on the white paper, and lines outlined the contours of the facial features, and then they were carefully carved bit by bit.

Anle focused most on Madam Hua's eyes. In figure sketches, eyes are very important because they are the most representative part of a person's spirit.

Time passed by bit by bit, and the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion was still very quiet.

Miss Zhuifeng huddled beside her ninth sister Lin Qingyin, leaning over the railing and occasionally looking out, wanting to use her extraordinary eyesight to watch the painters' paintings.

Mrs. Hua was very calm. She sat on a chair, took out a book by a great Confucian scholar, and read it carefully, letting the painters paint for her. As for how the painting turned out, she didn't seem to care at all.

"Jiu Mei, let's go down and take a look?"

Girl Zhuifeng had a fire stick on her waist, and her heart was filled with curiosity. Of course, she was more concerned about whether Anle's paintings could compare with those of the less famous painters in Lin'an Mansion.

Lin Qingyin glanced at Miss Zhui Feng helplessly: "Fine, let's do it, it's up to you."

After saying that, the two stood up.

"Madam, we want to watch the painters painting up close." Lin Qingyin leaned towards Madam Hua and said.

Mrs. Hua nodded lovingly.

Girl Chai Feng grinned and pulled Lin Qingyin across the white jade stone bridge to the large flat.

"Let's take a look at Master Liu Qingyan's paintings first." Lin Qingyin pulled Lin Zhuifeng who wanted to move closer to Anle.

Although Lin Zhuifeng was dissatisfied, he didn't say anything.

"Actually, we can invite the royal painters in the palace who are good at refining gods. Why doesn't the old lady invite them?"

Lin Zhuifeng asked doubtfully.

The royal painters in the palace are all true practitioners, and their calligraphy and painting skills are excellent. With the reputation of the Lin family, they can definitely be hired.

"Although those people are painters, they all have their own positions. The situation in the court is complicated. Behind every painter is a noble person. The Lin Mansion has always been neutral and has not been involved in the turmoil. If a painter is hired, he will have to Thank you, the old lady is unwilling." Lin Qingyin said softly.

The two of them have arrived at Master Liu Qingyan's desk.

On the desk, the ink stains are not yet dry, but there is already a lady jumping out of the paper on the cooked copy. The lines are fine, smooth and not shaky, and every strand of hair is perfectly outlined.

Lin Qingyin nodded slightly. Although the Lin family came from a family of martial arts, she had been taught poetry and calligraphy by the great Confucian scholars of the court since she was a child, so she naturally knew how to appreciate paintings.

"As expected of Master Liu Qingyan, his paintings are so good." Lin Qingyin praised.

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Lin. I just tried my best." Liu Qingyan held the pen in one hand and stroked his beard with the other, with a hint of contentment in his eyes.

Lin Zhuifeng didn't take it seriously. Although the painting didn't look like Mrs. Hua, the nine sisters praised it, so it looks good, but Liu Qingyan is not good-looking.

She was still thinking about the handsome painter An Le.

Can't wait to pull Lin Qingyin, the two of them passed many painters and arrived at Anle's location.

The weird painting posture is quite eye-catching.

Lin Qingyin was already curious, so she and Lin Zhuifeng quietly came behind Anle.

His eyes fell on the erected wooden planks.

The next moment, Lin Qingyin's eyes narrowed, and she looked at the eyes in the painting, as if Mrs. Hua was looking directly at her face. The unspeakable sadness seemed to spread out from the paper, making Lin Qingyin's scalp numb, and under Luo Shang's clothes. , fair lotus-rooted arms, goosebumps can't help but appear.

Lin Zhuifeng on the side clenched the fire stick in his hand, dumbfounded.

"Hey, Master Jun is amazing. This is how he pressed the eldest lady on the paper. That old man's painting is shit compared to this!"

Liu Qingyan: "..."

Lin Qingyin: "..."

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