Late at night, Ma Wu was sitting next to Li Banfeng, and Mrs. Suo Mo was lying next to Ma Wu.
Even though Ma Wu praised the moth lady to great lengths, Li Banfeng still had the urge to run away.
"Don't worry, brother. This lady is different from the one we met before. She is a gentle person."
As he spoke, Ma Wu gently touched Madam Suo'e's body. Madam Suo'e trembled and said with fear, "Little Lang, you can do whatever you want tomorrow. I just can't bear it today."
Ma Wu glanced at Madam Suo E with a hint of dissatisfaction. Madam Suo E said with a look of grievance: "I really can't bear it anymore."
Li Banfeng looked at the moth and said, "If you can't bear it anymore, go away."
Mrs. Moth's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head and said, "I can't bear to leave."
Ma Wu's talent is really unreasonable. This lady of the moth can defeat a hundred Ma Wus, but she just lets Ma Wu bully her because she can't bear to do it.
Ma Wu sighed and said, "This is not entirely a talent. It is ultimately a matter of fate. If it had been the previous lady Moth, I would have died long ago."
Hearing Ma Wu constantly mentioning someone else, the moth lady was a little unhappy: "Little Lang, you always mention the one before. Is the one you are talking about called Linglong?"
exquisite?
Does Mrs. Moth have a name?
Li Banfeng stared at the fat lady of the moth for a while.
The key point is that the name Linglong has nothing to do with Mrs. Suo Moth!
"His name is Linglong?" Ma Wu was very interested. "What's your name?"
Mrs. Moth said shyly, "My name is Yan Zi."
Her name is Yan Zi...
Li Banfeng took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and imagined what this huge swallow would look like when it flew into the sky.
Ma Wu touched Mrs. Moth's cheek and said, "Swallow, this is our destiny. You are destined to fly into my heart."
Li Banfeng shuddered.
How big a heart does this require?
While talking about love, Ma Wu also tried to find out the news: "You mentioned Linglong just now, did you know each other?"
Yan Zi was unhappy: "Why did you mention her again?"
"I'm just asking out of curiosity."
"Of course I know her. We were from the same sect and practiced together. Linglong just moved here this year. I came here 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 her room and she will never come out again.
But Li Banfeng was not concerned about Linglong, he was concerned about the Dao Sect: "You still have the Dao Sect?"
"Yes," Yan Zi answered seriously, "We were all originally ascetics."
Li Banfeng became even more curious: "You, do you mean you and Linglong, or all the moth ladies?"
The swallow replied: "All moth ladies are ascetics. Only by practicing asceticism can one become a moth lady."
Pentecost turned into Mrs. Moth?
Li Banfeng discovered that Mrs. Moth was not as simple as he thought.
My wife once said that Mrs. Mothmoth was a second type of monster. Her body grew up in the new land, but her soul was not born there. At first, Li Banfeng didn't quite understand what she said, but now after hearing Mrs. Mothmoth's story, he seemed to understand a little.
When it comes to ascetic practice, Ma Wu frowned, as ascetic practice is the natural enemy of joyful practice.
Mrs. Suo Moth quickly explained: "Little Brother, I know you don't like this door. In fact, I don't like it either."
Ma Wu said: "If you don't like it, why did you choose to practice asceticism?"
Mrs. Suo Moth was silent for a long time. Her face, which was originally full of tenderness, was now gloomy. “I had planned to never mention these things again.”
Ma Wu pinched Mrs. Suo Mo's chubby face and said, "You can't even mention it to me?"
"Since Xiao Lang asked, how could I not tell you? When I was young and ignorant, I met a black-hearted man. I gave him everything I could give him, and he took everything he could take. He took everything and left me alone.
I think that life in this world is destined to be bitter. If you listen to other people's advice and think you have seen through this world, you will enter the path of asceticism.
As an ascetic, I cannot talk about love or romance. Even if I marry again, I can only live with my partner.
After a lifetime of suffering and cultivation, there is no regret medicine. After the death of a woman who has cultivated hardship, if she is willing, she will cross the bridge and reincarnate. If she is unwilling, she will go to a new land.
There is a kind of moth in the new land, born without a soul, and a woman who practices asceticism can possess it and continue to practice."
Ma Wu kissed Mrs. Moth with heartache: "After becoming a moth, will you still suffer?"
Li Banfeng snorted and said, "You must have not suffered much since you have gained so much weight."
Yan Zi blushed and said, "I have died once, what else is there to worry about? Why should I suffer? As a moth, I should enjoy myself to the fullest and do whatever I want.
If you want to eat, eat as much as you want; if you want to play, play as much as you want; if you want to find a man, find one as much as you want; if you want to have a baby, have one as much as you want. "
Ma Wu exclaimed in admiration: "So straightforward! I like your straightforwardness!"
Li Banfeng said, "How about I go somewhere else and you guys stay here and have some fun?"
Ma Wu was very generous: "We are brothers, I can be happy even if you are here!"
Yan Zi shook her head repeatedly and said, "It's really not possible today, Xiao Langge, let me rest for a night, and we can try again tomorrow."
It was late at night, and the swallows returned to the woods and went to sleep.
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 Lan Yang Village and call some people over to tidy up our plots of land. At least we have a place to live."
"Can you be here alone?"
Ma Wu looked at the sleeping Yan Zi in the distance, smiled, and said nothing.
Of course he can do it, he’s better than Li Banfeng.
This is his territory, and as long as he sprinkles blood, the local god will protect him.
Even without shedding blood, the swallows would protect him.
As long as he doesn't leave the land, Ma Wu's situation will be 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 eased temporarily, Ma Wu is still a little worried: "If it's nothing important, it's best not to go to Green Water City recently. I always feel that the major families are going to cause some trouble."
"I have something very important to do. I want to buy a painting."
"Buying a painting?" Ma Wu blinked. "What's the big deal about buying a painting?"
"It's very important. I'm addicted to looking at paintings now. I can't eat if I don't look at paintings for a day."
These words sounded familiar, and Ma Wu remembered the time when Li Banfeng bought a record player. At that time, no matter how Ma Wu tried to persuade him, he could not stop Li Banfeng.
"Seventh Brother, some of your actions are so strange that I really can't understand them."
Li Banfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You slept with Madam Suo Moth, and you said I was acting strangely?"
"Do you want to buy a famous painting or an ordinary hanging painting?"
"You'll naturally need paintings by famous artists when you go to Green Water City."
In fact, Li Banfeng wanted to learn painting.
It might take two or three years for him to master the Western painting techniques that Zhong Bai taught him, so Li Banfeng wanted to learn some quick painting skills.
"Famous paintings..." Ma Wu thought for a moment and thought of one. "In Green Water City, there are many famous painters, but in my opinion, the most artistic one is Mr. Qiao Guangyuan, especially his landscape paintings..."
"No landscape paintings," Li Banfeng waved his hand and said, "I want to be good at painting people."
"Mr. Fu Taiyue is good at painting people. He can make people look lifelike with just three or five strokes, but his paintings are not cheap."
Upon hearing the words "Sanwubi", Li Banfeng became excited!
He wanted painting skills like this. In a critical moment, with just three or five strokes, he could create a powerful fighting force. Wouldn't this be the best way to use the fourth-grade skills to the fullest?
"Where does this old gentleman live?"
Ma Wu told Li Banfeng Fu Taiyue's address and reminded him, "Mr. Fu Taiyue has a somewhat aloof temperament, and his paintings are not cheap. If you really want to buy his paintings, you need to be more patient."
Such great artists all have more or less personality, and Li Banfeng doesn't mind this.
After staying in Xindi for one night, Li Banfeng sent Xiao Genzi back to Lanyang Village the next day 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 and asked, "Are you here to ask for a painting?"
Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I'm here to learn painting."
The servant looked him up and down and said to Li Banfeng, "Wait here first."
After waiting outside the door for more than half an hour, the door finally opened and the servant took Li Banfeng into the entrance hall. After waiting for more than half an hour, the servant finally took Li Banfeng to the main hall.
After waiting for such a long time, Li Banfeng had no complaints.
If you want to learn painting from a master, you have to be able to withstand this test.
Mr. Fu Taiyue was painting. The servant signaled Li Banfeng not to make any noise. Li Banfeng carefully admired the paintings in the living room and looked at the old man's unfinished works.
After looking around, Li Banfeng turned and left.
Fu Taiyue put down his brush and sneered, "Young man, you don't even have this much patience, and you still want to be my disciple?"
"It's not that I don't have patience, it's that I 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. Is it a person or a mountain?"
The old man smiled and said, "I am painting a mountain god. His form resembles a mountain, and his spirit resembles a human. The artistic conception of the mountain god is contained in this painting."
Li Banfeng looked at it carefully and found that what he said made some 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 gentleman's paintings are indeed artistic conception, and all the paintings in the room are very artistic conception.
But this is of no use to Li Banfeng. Drawing such an abstract thing is not suitable for helping Li Banfeng fight.
Seeing that Li Banfeng didn't even turn around, the old man put down his brush and chased after him: "Young man, you just said it was good, but you haven't said what's good about this painting?"
"Everything is good, but it's too advanced. I can't reach that level yet. I'll learn for a few more years and then ask you for advice."
Fu Taiyue looked gloomy. The servant looked at Li Banfeng's back and sneered, "For someone like you, 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 check it out."
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, glaring at Li Banfeng.
It's not as if, it's really alive.
Li Banfeng sensed the danger and quickly left the mansion.
Is this person a home repairman?
I didn't see him dripping blood on the painting just now.
Or some other sect?
It seems that his cultivation level is not low.
…
Li Banfeng came to Huafang Street. There were many shops selling paintings and many stalls selling paintings on this street.
Li Banfeng walked past several stalls and saw a painting of a beauty that he liked.
This is a Chinese painting with relatively simple lines, but the painting is lifelike, especially the beautiful woman. She is wearing a cheongsam and has wavy shoulder-length hair, big eyes, thin eyebrows, plump lips, and a mole above the left corner of her mouth, which looks very attractive.
This meets Li Banfeng's needs.
The stall owner hurried forward to greet the business: "Sir, you like this beauty painting? You have a good eye. Since I opened the stall today, I have sold more than a dozen paintings. If you come a step later, it will be out of stock.
This painting usually sells for 60 yuan. You came at the right time today. I have something to do and I am in a hurry to close the stall. Let's make it 55 yuan. 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 was less enthusiastic: "I'm selling paintings. If you don't want to buy paintings, go look somewhere else."
Li Banfeng said: "I want to learn painting from you."
The stall owner was stunned: "Learn to paint from me? Are you kidding me?"
"No joke, name your price."
The stall owner was embarrassed: "How dare I make an offer? I can't paint."
"No? Then who painted this picture?"
"I don't know who drew this either. Can't you tell? This painting is a print!"
"Printed?" Li Banfeng stared at the painting for a long time. There was still a smell of ink on it, but he couldn't see the texture of the print.
The stall owner was an honest man: "I just told you, I have sold more than a dozen pieces. Can I paint more than a dozen of the same painting?"
Printed... may not be a bad idea.
Li Banfeng looked at the stall owner and said, "Can you teach me how to print pictures?"
The stall owner looked Li Banfeng up and down and said, "Sir, are you here to cause trouble?"
“I’m really here to learn.”
The stall owner shook his head: "This is a skill for making a living, I won't teach you."
Li Banfeng took out a stack of banknotes and said, "I'll pay."
…
Rubbing is indeed a craft.
There are techniques for applying ink, laying out paper and removing the painting.
But this craft is much easier than painting.
Li Banfeng spent 20,000 yuan and learned from the stall owner for two days, and learned 50% to 60% of the rubbing skills.
The stall owner gave Li Banfeng more than a dozen drawing boards (templates). Li Banfeng bought a roll of white paper and two large bottles of ink, took them back to Suishenju, and started printing paintings.
Seeing that Li Banfeng was busy and having fun, Zhong Peng was a little worried: "Master, you are taking shortcuts, is this okay?"
Li Banfeng concentrated on printing the painting and ignored the pendulum.
The pendulum looked at the record player: "Madam..."
snort~
The record player sneered, "If you don't learn the right way and just try this unorthodox way, it will definitely be a waste of effort."
That being said, the record player doesn't know if this method will work.
Although this painting was printed, it was printed by Li Banfeng himself.
After more than ten minutes, a painting was printed.
Li Banfeng cut his fingertips and a drop of blood fell on the painting.
He concentrated his mind and waited for a moment. The drawing paper began to rustle and a three-foot-tall beauty slowly walked out of the painting!
Li Banfeng was very happy and Zhong Peng was very surprised.
"Pour me a cup of tea." Li Banfeng gave the order, and the three-foot-tall beauty went there immediately, first putting some tea leaves in the cup, and then adding some water.
You really know how to pour tea!
Although she poured cold water, this wisdom was much better than the one-foot-tall girl that Li Banfeng had created before.
Li Banfeng drank tea while directing the three-foot-tall beauty to do things.
Sweeping the floor, wiping the dust, even a three-foot-tall beauty can do it.
With such a good understanding, fighting will definitely not be a problem!
Li Banfeng was just rejoicing when he suddenly heard a loud crash and the three-foot beauty fell apart and turned into scraps of paper on the ground.
The record player sighed, "Hey, my husband, you put in so much effort, but this pretty girl can only hold on for a short while."
The lifespan of a paper man is also related to his efforts.
Li Banfeng looked at his pocket watch and it seemed that the three-foot beauty lasted less than five minutes.
The record player reminded him, "This is not a fight yet. Otherwise, they will fall apart faster. I'm afraid they won't be able to hold out for even a minute."
One minute.
Is it enough?
It depends on how you use it.
ps: Actually one minute is not too short.
(End of this chapter)
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