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Facing the old man's question, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but think of the butterfly he painted for Su Qingrou.

At that time a vision appeared.

The butterfly he painted dances with the one on Zi Qingrou's body.

To this day, he is still impressed.

Is it possible that the butterfly just now can still sense it?

Seeing that the old man was still staring at him, Jiang Xiaobai thought of what Su Qingrou had said at that time. He must not tell the second person. At that moment, he could only shake his head and said: "I have never painted a butterfly!"

"Hey, that's weird!"

The old man frowned and said with surprise: "It shouldn't be!"

"Why, what's the problem?"

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the old man and finally couldn't help but asked out his inner curiosity: "And what happened to the hairpin I just took out?"

"This girl has been talented since she was a child, so she has been decided to become the next head of our Su family!"

The old man said: "And if a woman succeeds as the head of the family, she will give something to her when she reaches adulthood!"

"And this item..."

Just when the old man was about to continue speaking, Su Qingrou, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped. When she turned around, her eyes looked at the old man and said, "Grandpa, what are you two talking about?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing!"

The old man laughed dryly, then glanced at Jiang Xiaobai and walked up quickly.

Jiang Xiaobai half-heard what he said, which was really uncomfortable. He had no choice but to follow him.

All the way back to the old man's residence.

The old man didn't waste any time, turned around and walked towards the back room.

Jiang Xiaobai and Su Qingrou stayed outside, and the atmosphere always felt a little strange. Fortunately, the old man didn't wait too long and walked out with a long box.

However, he was not in a hurry to hand over the painting to Jiang Xiaobai, but said: "You can leave me one of Qin Zong's paintings, and you can take it away!"

This was their agreement at that time.

Jiang Xiaobai was from the fourth generation of the Hanlin Academy, so his paintings are definitely of commemorative significance.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the long box in the old man's hand, nodded, and came to the desk under the old man's arrangement.

Looking at the open rice paper, he looked at the old man and said, "What work do you want?"

The old man thought for a moment, looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Flow it!"

"What flower?"

Jiang Xiaobai asked curiously.

There are thousands of types of flowers, each with different characteristics.

It's just a flower, so the choices are huge, so it would be better for the old man to come up with a definition himself.

"Then Peony?"

The old man said something first, but then quickly shook his head and said: "Forget it, although peonies are beautiful, there are too many peonies painted on them, which is a bit vulgar!"

As he spoke, the old man thought of something and smiled: "My granddaughter likes azaleas very much, so let's have azaleas!"

"Good talk!"

After Jiang Xiaobai heard this, he picked up the ink block and prepared to grind the ink, but the old man's voice sounded: "Use this!"

As he said that, the old man put aside the ink stick that Jiang Xiaobai took out from the gallery: "You took it out, it's up to you to try it for the first time!"

"Besides, it's best to use tea to make this ink!"

With that said, he also brought the tea over.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the ink block, put down the tea and started grinding it, and soon the strong ink fragrance came out.

There is indeed a bamboo fragrance in this smell, and in addition, there is also a light foreign fragrance.

And this strange fragrance was something he had never been exposed to before. In short, it was very comfortable to breathe.

The old man also took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of strange colors as he said: "Good ink, good ink, worthy of being a legacy of the previous generation!"

As he spoke, the old man looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Little brother, do you know how to draw spirits?"

"I have studied your Su family!"

Jiang Xiaobai answered truthfully.

"Oh?"

The old man was a little surprised and said: "Then use what you have studied to try painting!"

"it is good!"

Jiang Xiaobai responded softly.

After the ink was polished, I picked a brush on the pen holder and started painting.

A simple hook made the old man's expression show admiration.

Yes, the level can be seen from the basics.

Jiang Xiaobai's hook lines are silky smooth, without any hesitation, one stroke is formed, and the arc is graceful, which is enough to show that Jiang Xiaobai's ability is indeed not low.

In addition, the brushwork is indeed from their Su family.

And it doesn't look like a simple research, it's obviously very in-depth.

When the old man looked surprised, Su Qingrou was also watching carefully from the side, her eyes unblinking.

She likes Jiang Xiaobai's works, she likes every one of them.

Of course, she also enjoyed it very much, just quietly watching Jiang Xiaobai's paintings.

After half an hour, the azaleas on the rice paper began to take shape.

Trunks, branches, leaves, petals.

With the layers of embellishment, the azaleas began to bloom on the rice paper. Although it was still black and white at the moment, it looked extremely beautiful even without the superimposition of colors.

Another half an hour passed, and when Jiang Xiaobai was about to mix the colors, the old man pressed Jiang Xiaobai's arm and said: "This ink block is a very advanced existence in Lingmen, there is no need to color it separately... …”