Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter Seven
Lin Zhuifeng's personality has always been carefree, and everyone in the Lin family is used to it, but following her roar.

For a moment, all the painters in the entire Tianbo Waterside Pavilion looked up in astonishment, with strange expressions on their faces.

Such a direct crush evaluation? !

Somewhat humiliating.

Master Liu Qingyan's face was flushed red, and the hand holding the pen was trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Qingyin was also howled by this, and after recovering from the shock of An Le's painting, she hurriedly gave Lin Zhuifeng a look.

"Master Liu, don't be angry, this girl is talking nonsense."

Lin Qingyin apologized softly.

Only then did Liu Qingyan's face soften a lot, but his lips were still trembling. His paintings were admired by countless courtesans in the market, and it was the first time he was evaluated in this way.

No smell? !
This woman knows how to draw a fart!

An Le also came back to his senses at this time, looked at Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng beside him, and clasped their fists together.

"You continue to draw, the painting is really good!"

Lin Zhuifeng became excited at this time, and urged Anle to continue painting.

Of course she knew she had said the wrong thing, but...does it matter?
Then Liu Qingyan gets angry when she gets angry, what's wrong with her telling the truth?
Lin Zhuifeng's status in the Lin Mansion is different. Although she is a maid and has no father or mother since she was a child, she was admitted into the Lin Mansion because of her talent in cultivation. She grew up with several sons and nine younger sisters, and was treated as a child by the wives. She was born by herself and practiced together, her status is very high, and no one regards her as a maid.

This also made Lin Zhuifeng full of confidence. Of course, the greater confidence was her cultivation and the fire stick in her hand.

Lin Qingyin also ignored Liu Qingyan, because she also believed that Anle was better in painting.

She looked at An Le with gleaming eyes, and there was surprise in her eyes.

An Le's paintings are so real.

If it wasn't for only black and white colors, Lin Qingyin would almost be like Lin Zhuifeng, thinking that Mrs. Hua was pressed into the painting.

Especially that look, Lin Qingyin's memorable look!
During those days when the uncle went to war, the eyes of the eldest lady were like this, full of sadness, full of melancholy, a pair of eyes, expressing all the worries and sorrows of sending her husband to the war.

But at this moment, this kind of look, vivid on paper, evokes that memory of Lin Qingyin.

"The drawing is really good."

Lin Qingyin murmured softly.

In the distance, Liu Qingyan only felt that these words were whipping him repeatedly, and his face became more and more ugly.

However, he really didn't believe that An Le, a young painter, could surpass the fine brushwork he had been immersed in for decades.

"This painter was invited by Ms. Lin, so Ms. Lin naturally spoke for her."

Liu Qingyan snorted coldly, but began to draw the picture in his hand more seriously.

An Le also re-immerses himself in painting. The most important thing in realistic sketching is truth, which is likeness. The shape must be likeness, and the spirit must be likeness.

The eyes are the windows of the soul. Once the outline is in place, the highlights, lines, etc. are mastered, and the charm will be there. Basically, it can be said that black and white photos are not an exaggeration.

Pick up the steamed bun as an eraser, wipe off the excess lines, and gently rub the fingertips, the lines are rubbed away, forming a gradual luster.

An Le took a step back, withdrawing her mind from observing the pictures of the age, she was a little tired, but her eyes were filled with excitement.

In the past and present, this is his most proud work.

On the paper, Mrs. Hua sits in a grand teacher's chair, dressed in rich and brocade clothes, holds tea in her palm, her brows are full of melancholy, her eyes seem to have a story, and when they look at each other, they seem to vaguely see under the rain, on the ancient road, The back of the man riding the horse and playing the flute and leaving slowly.

The painting is outlined with lines, not messy, and even clear enough to catch a teardrop hanging on the eyelashes.

Mrs. Hua did not know when she had appeared behind An Le.

The lady looked at the painting in a daze.

The self in this painting reminded her of her melancholy self during the time when she saw off her husband.

"This is me..."

Mrs. Hua murmured softly.

After a long time, Mrs. Hua withdrew her eyes and took a deep look at An Le. How could this young painter seem to have seen himself in extreme grief when he bid farewell to her husband?

But this is obviously impossible.

Judging by the young man's age, at that time...he hadn't been reincarnated yet.

That is to say, did the young man find this emotion from between her eyebrows and eyes, and paint this emotion?

"This kind of painting can be fake, it's very rare, not bad."

Mrs. Hua did not hesitate to praise.

As soon as this praise came out, Tianbo Waterside Pavilion was in an uproar, and the faces of many painters showed disbelief. If Madam Hua could praise her, then this painting must be good.

Many painters came out from behind the case one after another, moved behind An Le, and their eyes fell on the painting.

Seeing this, the painters were all silent.

Because... this painting is so similar!
It is almost like printing and drawing real people on paper. This style has never been seen before.

Many painters shook their heads and sighed, feeling ashamed.

The Lin family invited painters this time to paint for the sons who are about to go to war, in order to leave a picture scroll, which can be taken out later to see the painting and think about people, what they want is a portrait, or a photo.

An Le's paintings do this perfectly. In contrast, many painters feel that their paintings are incomparable.

Master Liu Qingyan finally finished his painting.

Walking over unbelievingly, his eyes fell on An Le's painting.

Seeing this, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Like other painters, after a long silence, Master Liu silently rolled up his favorite works.

"Painting with a brush is the traditional painting method of my Dazhao."

Master Liu insisted.

"You old man, you have the toughest mouth all over your body? Painting, isn't it just painting on paper? Who stipulated that you must have a brush?" Lin Zhuifeng was not used to his stinking problem, so he directly complained.

Master Liu froze, seeing Lin Zhuifeng, he thought of this girl who said before that his paintings looked like shit.

"It's nothing more than a strange skill, it's hard to be elegant."

Master Liu was full of dissatisfaction, and let out a hum.

Afterwards, she bid farewell to Mrs. Hua. Mrs. Hua glanced at Master Liu faintly. Seeing that Master Liu was about to leave, the other painters followed her one after another. Mrs. Hua didn't keep her.

After a while, all the painters left on the Tianbo Water Pavilion Daping, and everyone knew who the final candidate was.

An Le's lifelike painting made them self-aware.

Of course, many painters with high self-esteem do not admit that An Le's paintings are good, but An Le used heresy ways to meet the requirements of Lin Fu.

As Master Liu said, painting with a brush is the orthodox way to convince the public.

"What's your name, Young Master?" Mrs. Hua looked at An Le and asked gently.

"Xiaosheng An Le, a native of Chongzhou, came to Lai'an to participate in Chunwei." An Le cupped his hands and introduced himself.

Mrs. Hua was surprised when she heard the words: "It turns out that you are still a young man, no wonder the painting skills are so superb, the person in the painting almost seems to come alive."

"Mr. An, since this is the case, I may ask you to paint for my masters of the Lin family."

An Le cupped her fists: "Xiaosheng will definitely do his best."

Mrs. Hua continued to admire the painting, and said softly: "This painting is very good, I like it very much, please give it to me, and I can give Mr. An a gift in return."

"This is not counted as the labor fee for painting for the sons, but as an exchange between me and Mr. An alone."

An Le was startled when he heard the words: "Madam Hua doesn't need to do this, this painting was originally drawn for Madam, Madam accepts it if she likes it."

Mrs. Hua waved her hand: "Mr. An, don't be hypocritical. I don't accept favors from others for nothing. This is the rule of the Lin family."

"Silver and gold can be mentioned. I think this painting is worth it."

An Le's eyes lit up when he heard the words, but he was no longer hypocritical.

He thought for a while, clasped his fists again, and said solemnly: "Mrs. Hua, Xiaosheng was lucky enough to set foot in the practice yesterday, but because he missed the training, he had nowhere to get the profound classics, and the road to practice in the future will be difficult to continue. Today Xiaosheng is daring and wants to exchange it with this picture." If the painting is not worth the price for a passable practice book, the labor cost for painting for the princes in the future can also be included."

After An Le's words fell, everyone in the Tianbo Water Pavilion was quite surprised.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin couldn't help but glance at An Le. They didn't expect that this young man wanted to continue on the road of cultivation.

It is indeed too late for An Le to complete the enlightenment of practice at this age. The future practice is bound to be difficult, and there is little hope.

It's better to put your mind on learning and try to be a Jinshi in the second list in the imperial examination.

Mrs. Hua's eyes fell on An Le, and she could naturally catch An Le's weak and pitiful aura.

It is indeed a preliminary step into enlightenment practice.

However, Mrs. Hua suddenly remembered the moment when she looked at An Le and her calm soul jumped slightly.

This boy...

Mrs. Hua smiled lightly, waved to An Le, and walked towards the main hall of the water pavilion.

After sitting on the chair dignifiedly and gracefully, Mrs. Hua asked An Le to sit down, and ordered someone to pour tea for An Le.

"How old is Mr. An?"

"Do you know the realm of practice?"

Madam Hua took a sip of tea and asked softly.

An Le stroked the celadon teacup, and said slowly: "Xiaosheng is eighteen years old, because he has been studying hard for the imperial examination, he missed the practice of elementary school, and he doesn't know the realm of practice in the world."

In the quiet Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, the young man's desire to seek Tao is like weeds on the flat ground, reborn in the spring breeze.

Mrs. Hua smiled softly upon hearing this.

"In that case, then I will light a green light for Mr. An's practice path."

(End of this chapter)