The life of a giant

Chapter 136 Qin Yuan's debut novel
Fatty Lu pointed to the seat in front of the desk, and said to Qin Yuan, "Ah Yuan, you practiced calligraphy hard for half a month, and it finally came in handy today. Now your task is to copy this picture of entering the spirit."

"Why this one? Isn't this too complicated? Can't we do it step by step?" Qin Yuan felt dizzy looking at these intricate lines.

"This picture just matches the attributes of the belt you forged. Maybe it's God's will. As soon as you forged this thing, the master and his old man sent the spirit map. Believe in evil when it's time to believe in evil!"

Fatty Lu took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and put them on the table, "Practice with the ink first, and when you are familiar enough, we will use the spirit stone."

"What? Could it be that this spirit map can't be used casually?" Qin Yuan asked while grinding.

"That's natural." Fatty Lu sat on the grand teacher's chair beside him, with his legs crossed, as if pointing the country, "Is there anything in the world that interacts with each other? To use a popular analogy, for a man, it's not like a woman." Just do it."

Fatty Lu glanced at Qin Yuan as he spoke, "Of course, you are not among them. For a normal man, only the woman who is most suitable for him can spark a spark of love with him. Two people who are not suitable are very If they are put together, the ending is likely to be very miserable, as if those Kefu women just didn't find a suitable partner."

"Brother, your love theory is so strong, why haven't you seen you apply it?" Qin Yuan teased Fatty Lu, and under his angry but helpless gaze, spread out a piece of straw paper and began to copy.

The strength control of this unicorn arm can be described as terrifying.

But calligraphy is not only powerful enough, the speed of writing, the mastery of strokes, and even the rhythm of dipping ink will have an impact on the final product.

Although Qin Yuan's paintings are almost inseparable, Fatty Lu is always dissatisfied.

"Hey, there's too much ink here, you can see that it's all bleeding."

"Tsk, why is your hair so rough, it's not round at all."

……

In the end, Qin Yuan was so criticized that he lost all confidence. He threw his pen on the table and went out angrily.

Fatty Lu was so angry that he said a few words as a master, but his apprentice quit.

In this way, wouldn't all his hard work go to waste?
In a rage, Fatty Lu dug out the ruler he had treasured for many years from under the bookcase, "It's not the fault of the son who taught his father, and it's not the fault of a brother who hit his brother. It's time to exercise your muscles and bones."

Since you want to fight, you have to get results once, and you will never be soft.

For the convenience of waving his arms, Fatty Lu deliberately untied half of his jacket and tied it around his waist, exposing a thick arm.Then he kicked open the door of the study room, waved his ruler and rushed out.

As soon as he went out, he happened to meet Qin Yuan who had turned back, holding a strangely shaped writing brush in his hand.

"Brother, are you going to sing in this dress?" Qin Yuan asked with a smile.

Fatty Lu stuck the ruler behind his waist and coughed dryly twice, "It's getting hotter and hotter these days, so I'm going to show off my arm to get some air."

After speaking, he snatched a pen from Qin Yuan's hand and took a few glances.

I saw that this brush was somewhat similar to a brush, but completely different.Its pen tip is much shorter than that of a brush, and the shape of the pen tip is not an ordinary cylindrical shape, but flat like a duckbill.

"What is this thing? Why is it similar to a brush?"

Qin Yuan replied brazenly: "This is a paintbrush I specially invented, which is much easier to use than ordinary brushes. You can see that these brushes are different in thickness, and can be replaced at any time according to needs. And they are all Langhao brushes. Plus, the nib is shorter, so it’s much easier to control when using it.”

It seems to make some sense. Fatty Lu just wanted to express his approval, but suddenly found that these brushes looked familiar.

He took a closer look, only to find that these brushes were all remade from his brushes, and he immediately became furious: "Damn invention, you have ruined all the brushes I have collected, do you know how much a high-quality Langhao brush is? !"

It wasn't until Qin Yuan showed him the effects of these brushes that Fatty Lu's anger gradually subsided.

I have to say, these brushes are really easy to use.

After using them, not only did Qin Yuan's painting speed more than double, but the similarity of her works was almost to the point of deceiving the real.

Seeing Fatty Lu's shocked expression, Qin Yuan asked triumphantly, "Brother, brother, my skill is not much worse than yours, right?"

"Crooked ways!" Fatty Lu just muttered in a low voice because he lacked confidence.

"This isn't some crooked way." Qin Yuan shook the paintbrush in front of Fatty Lu, "This is called technology, what is technology? Technology is the primary productive force!"

"I care about your first and second. If you can get out the spirit weapon, that's amazing! Otherwise, even if you blow the sky with this thing, it won't work with me!"

Although Fatty Lu was dissatisfied with his mouth, he already recognized Qin Yuan's level in his heart.

He took out a few pieces of peach blossom paper from the cabinet, "Then try to draw a few pictures of entering the spirit, and then you have to be more careful, this paper is not cheap, so don't waste it."

Qin Yuan took it and counted it, and Fatty Lu gave him three cards, which meant that he could have two chances to make mistakes.

"It's too much, big brother, one is enough." Qin Yuan took out two and insisted on returning them to Fatty Lu.

Fatty Lu waved his hand and didn't take it. He turned around and took out a red spirit stone from the cabinet, "What a lot, when a top master still shakes his hands, even a beginner like you will have his tail up." It’s in the sky. Besides, this piece of equipment isn’t enough for a spiritual entry map, so just listen to me.”

In order to keep Qin Yuan from being disturbed, Fatty Lu helped him prepare the necessities, closed the doors and windows and went out.

After Fatty Lu left, the room became much quieter.

Sitting in front of the desk, Qin Yuan first ground the spirit-infusion stone into red ink.

Then he put the three sheets of paper together neatly, pressed them firmly with a paperweight, and began to create.

It has to be said that Qin Yuan was somewhat nervous when he really started to draw the Spiritual Diagram, and there was an obvious mistake in his first stroke.

Because the ink was too full, after he stroked it, the three peach blossom papers were soaked.

Fortunately, the quality of the peach blossom paper is much higher than that of straw paper, the ink only seeped down, and did not smudge around, so it was not a fatal mistake.

Qin Yuan pondered for a while, since the mistake had already been made, she might as well make the mistake.

He planned to dip in more ink and draw three batches of spiritual pictures at a time.

……

It took Qin Yuan a full day to draw this one-foot-square picture of entering the spirit.

After he finished the last stroke, it was already afternoon before he knew it.

(End of this chapter)