You Su wanted to paint, but unfortunately the surrounding environment was not very good.
Luo Jiujiang just swung his sword and caused huge waves in the center of the lake. The small boat was soaked from head to toe, and there was no place to lay the paper flat.
But that's not a problem.
Although the You family's ancestors had begun their careers by painting souls, recent generations had long since given up on it, and consequently, no one expected You Su to achieve anything in the art. You Su's continued success as a painter was solely due to his genuine love for it.
This young man, who had always lived a life of luxury and didn't even realize that the flowers he was pinching were not born to stay in the flower basket, could use his fingers as a pen when inspiration suddenly struck him, and use his fingers, which he had spent a fortune to maintain every day, to outline lines on the thin dust on the rough wooden table. Now, he could also pounce on the wet dead fish to express his overflowing desire, and gently poke his round nails into the soft skin on the belly of the silvery-white garfish.
Luo Jiujiang swam over, clung to the side of the boat, took a look, and said with a smile: "You look like you want a big fish, but this fish is still too small for you to draw. Let me find you one of the right length."
You Su let go of the gar with a slight sense of regret, clearly agreeing with Luo Jiujiang's words, "It's too small." However, the lake was still shrouded in mist, and he had paper and pen in his storage bag, but it was difficult to lay them out. He was about to stop Luo Jiujiang from looking for a canvas when a burst of cool mist exploded beside his ears.
You Su jerked his head aside to see Luo Jiujiang, his blade held in both hands, the tip piercing the water. Unbeknownst to him, his blade energy and spiritual power were emanating from him, but a wall of water rose from the center of the lake. Fresh water continuously flowed down from the top, while fresh water continued to flow from the bottom, maintaining the wall at a constant height of ten feet.
"Your drawing paper is suitable for the occasion." Luo Jiujiang smiled and said, "Wait for me to get the ink for you."
At this moment, his hands were holding the hilt of the knife with no space, and his whole body was half immersed in water. Although his hands and feet were not free, Luo Jiujiang still had a mouth.
He half-raised his head, and when he opened his eyes he was facing the vast blue sky. At this moment, there were no clouds in the sky, and his chest was also open and clear. The energy rose from his dantian and came out from his lungs. A clear and long whistle came out of his mouth, circling above the center of the lake and lurking in the green water.
The sound starts low and then rises, accumulating from a void to a full state, and the long energy pulse slowly comes out, eventually making the tone as beautiful as a gorgeous bell. The clear whistling sound stirs in the water, with the center of the lake as the axis, and countless ripples suddenly appear on the blue lake.
The scene of hundreds of thousands of overlapping ripples is indeed beautiful, but the accumulated power should not be underestimated. You Su was stunned for a moment before the boat was pushed back half a foot by the waves. He hurriedly put his strength into the oars and rowed back to Luo Jiujiang.
Realizing the "homework" of the Sound Killer beneath the clear water had been accomplished, Luo Jiujiang's voice suddenly changed pitch, the Sound Killer he used even deeper and more powerful than before. A moment later, hundreds of small, counter-flowing fountains appeared on the surface of the water around Luo Jiujiang, each bearing a fish that had just been struck by Luo Jiujiang's Sound Killer.
"A Su, take the ink!" Luo Jiujiang said with great enthusiasm, "Just use your heart as a brush!"
With every word he uttered, dozens of fresh fish were cut in half by his sound, and fish blood gushed out. You Su, who understood his intention, sucked it up through the air and turned the blood and ink he had collected into a bright red ball floating in the air.
"Thank you, Brother Luo, for giving me such good paper and ink." You Su lifted the paper and gathered the blood-ink ball two or three feet away from him into a stream, pulling it in front of him. The crimson red condensed in the air into a graceful arc like an arch bridge. "This painting will definitely live up to the expectations."
The water wall stirred up by Luo Jiujiang's sword energy seemed to be solid from a distance, but if you looked closely, you could find that the water flow was constantly changing from bottom to top. However, Luo Jiujiang's method of controlling the spiritual energy was stable and solid, and he controlled the flow speed of the upper and lower water flows to be basically the same, making it smooth and easy to use.
The skills contained in this operation can be described as solid and beautiful, but this water wall is, after all, a canvas.
"The old and new water walls inevitably alternate, so Asu needs to finish this painting quickly."
"Brother Luo, don't worry. I'm very happy to see you split the lake just now."
This painting was completed very quickly.
The previous time when he was painting on the dusty table in the resting pavilion, although the lines drawn by You Su were simple, the style was delicate enough, and it was not difficult to see that he had practiced for many years. But now, this painting was urged by both pleasure and conditions in his heart, and the final brushstrokes were completely rough.
Almost without thinking, You Su raised his arm and swung it, a streak of blood frozen on the wall of water. The surging water diluted the blood-ink, but did not alter its outline. The water wall settled into an undulating arc, resembling the silhouette of a figure bending its elbow to draw a sword, or the concave and convex blade of a golden sword with a goose-ring. Though the painting was only a streak of blood-red, the fierce and ferocious intent within was already apparent.
You Su hastily snapped the scabbard on, its shape fixed in less than half a second. It was so careless that it was barely more than a long, bloody handprint. Before the entire image was completely washed away by the water wall, You Su concentrated almost entirely on the blade.
Compared to the "inspiration" of the blade back and the handle that was completed in one go, You Su concentrated on depicting this bloody blade.
Just when the blood line was halfway drawn, the water wall began to tremble because it could not bear the profound painting intent imposed on it by an outsider. Luo Jiujiang immediately doubled his sword power to stabilize it. In this way, a little bit of Luo Jiujiang's sword intent was mixed into the water wall, which just matched with You Su's blood painting. Therefore, the painting was not yet completed, but the soul of the painting had already appeared!
A good painting is often easy to create impulsively at the beginning, but difficult to finish. However, the sword energy that Luo Jiujiang poured into the water and the sword intent in You Su's painting combined perfectly, making You Su seem to be assisted by God. Compared with the breath-holding and concentration in the first half, he drew the sword without hesitation in the second half!
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