I made the villain right.

After the brainwashing meeting, Shi Jin was filled with energy and was ready to work hard in his future life.

Shi Jin's life has been quite fulfilling these few days. She has the habit of jogging in the morning every day. After a few days of exercise, she feels very energetic.

In fact, the original owner's physical fitness was not bad, she was just a little lazy. Now she began to restore some of the original owner's good habits and become a positive and self-disciplined person.

For example, she sometimes went to the martial arts training ground to practice whipping, horse riding and archery.

Although she has the muscle memory of her original body, she always feels that she lacks tenacity and ferocity, and her lethality is slightly insufficient, so she needs to improve her proficiency and lethality so that if she encounters a stronger enemy one day, she will be able to protect herself.

After Shi Jin came out of the martial arts training ground, he washed up and put on his clothes when he saw Zhilu leading two servants carrying a large box in.

Seeing them carrying it into the house and putting it away, Zhilu told the servant to leave. Shi Jin asked in confusion: "What is this?"

"This was sent from the Study. It's the thing the young lady ordered that day. It's ready." Zhilu opened the lid of the box and showed it to her.

Shi Jin leaned forward and took a closer look, and saw easels, wooden boxes and sketchbooks piled inside.

She opened the sketchbook and saw that the drawing paper was as big as A4 paper and of moderate thickness. She closed the sketchbook and placed it on the table, then picked up the easel and placed it on the ground, comparing the height and found it was just right.

Finally, he opened the wooden box, and inside were several thin charcoal pencils neatly arranged, which were about as long as an adult's palm.

Zhilu stared at the new stuff in front of him and asked suspiciously: "What are these things used for?"

“Tools for painting”

Zhilu pointed at the charcoal pencil in her hand and asked, "Is that the long black strip also?"

"Well, this is a charcoal pencil for sketching."

Sketch? Zhilu was confused. Just as she was about to ask, Shijin seemed to have predicted what she was going to say, "You'll know when I draw it."

She closed the box with satisfaction, held it in her right hand, and then placed it on her left palm, patting it gently from time to time, thinking for a moment, as if planning something.

Suddenly, she smiled and said, "Zhilu, prepare a small stool and bring some snacks and fruits. We are going out to sketch, so we can try out these things to see if they are useful."

"Okay, I'll go down and prepare now."

In a moment, Shi Jin frowned slightly, and when Zhilu was about to turn around and leave, she called him.

Shi Jin gave her an instruction, "It's awkward to keep calling me slave. From now on, you don't have to call me slave in front of me. Call me me instead."

"Got it," and then Zhilu left.

Historically, servants like them have no right to call themselves "I" in front of their masters. Calling themselves "I" would be regarded as disrespectful and they would be beaten to death. She has been with Shi Jin for a long time and knows that some of her ideas are different from others, and that she is a person who does not care about red tape.

For example, she allows herself to eat with her and does not need to perform formalities when meeting her on weekdays. It can be seen that she can gradually accept some of the ideas she has instilled in her.

Today the breeze is not dry and the weather is slightly cool, which is a good season for an outing.

Shi Jin took Zhilu and the coachman with him and leisurely walked out of the city gate. The carriage headed towards the suburbs.

From the city gate, Jin's eyes were always fixed outside the carriage. She observed all the way and didn't know how many miles they had traveled. Finally, they stopped by a lake because she found that this place not only had beautiful scenery, but was also spacious without too many weeds. It was a perfect place for outing and painting.

After getting off the carriage, Shi Jin looked around, found a better spot, and put his things away.

Zhilu spread a piece of cloth on the ground, and Shijin and Zhilu put the snacks, fruits and water in order. After they were done, the two sat on the ground, while the coachman took a nap in the carriage.

The two of them chatted and ate snacks comfortably. Shi Jin was in a particularly good mood today. She felt a breath of joy filling her entire chest, making her heart warm.

After eating and drinking, Shi Jin started to prepare for painting. She took out the prepared sketchbook and charcoal pencils, picked up the charcoal pencil in her right hand and estimated the size in the air, and then sketched the line draft on the notebook.

The friction between the charcoal pencil and paper made a rustling sound, which was sometimes slow and sometimes fast, with no regular pattern. However, it sounded very comfortable, and Shi Jin really liked to listen to this friction sound.

Zhilu watched quietly at the side, without disturbing her. She sat quietly at the side, with the book on her knees, slightly bent over, painting seriously.

The surroundings were very quiet, the river was gurgling, making a "gurgling" sound, the breeze was blowing gently, brushing across the layers of water ripples, and also blowing the girl's black hair. The black hair swayed with the breeze, as if blending into one. There were a few playful strands of hair that always wanted to touch the girl's cheeks and eyebrows. She raised her green jade fingers and tucked those strands of hair behind her ears, revealing her beautiful jawline. The soft sunlight fell on her face, giving it a layer of crushed starlight.

The surrounding scenery is beautiful, and the girl painting is even more beautiful. She painted the scenery and became the scenery.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but just when Zhilu was about to doze off, she heard the sound of swords and sabers fighting in the jungle on the river bank. Her sleepiness was scared away, and she became fully alert, looking around in the direction of the forest.

Zhilu asked worriedly: "Miss, did you hear any noise? It sounded like fighting."

Shi Jin said calmly: "Yeah, I heard it," and then continued to complete the painting in his hand as if he was unshakable.

After a while, two masked men in black flew out of the forest. They fought closer and closer to the river bank. Zhilu was very anxious. She quickly came to Shi Jin's side and anxiously advised: "Miss, don't paint for now. They are already here!"

"It's almost done. Please wait in the carriage first," she said as she painted, unaffected by the situation.

"Miss, if you don't want to get on the carriage, then I'll stay and protect you." Zhilu was worried about her and didn't want to get on the carriage.

"I have martial arts skills, so don't worry about me. Just worry about yourself. If a fight breaks out later, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you." Shi Jin was still painting, with no intention of stopping.

"Okay, then miss, you please be careful." Zhilu said and quickly got on the carriage, but she was still feeling uneasy and fidgety. She stuck her head out of the window, always paying attention to what was happening outside.

When Che Ma saw Shi Jin, who was still painting without moving, not far away, he was surprised. It was the first time he saw someone so bold and fearless.

Regarding the fact that she was not afraid of death and was still painting here, Shi Jin said in her heart that it was not true. She just couldn't stop painting. Normally, she was very focused when painting and had the idea of ​​not giving up until the painting was finished. She would finish it even if she didn't eat or sleep. Moreover, the feeling of painting was not something that could be felt all the time. She was afraid that if she missed this period of time, she would not be able to paint.

Then a strange scene appeared by the river, with swords and sabers flashing on one side and a peaceful life on the other.

Just when Jin had only a few strokes left, a man in black was suddenly hit by a palm, fell in front of her and spat out blood. At this time, she had finally completed the last stroke, and Jin put down the sketchbook.

When she looked up, she happened to meet the eyes of the masked man in black. She raised the hand that was used for painting and was stained black at some point, opened her starry eyes like autumn water, and greeted him with a smile, "I'm just passing by, you continue." After she stood up, she also made a gesture for "please continue."

The scene suddenly became quiet, and it seemed that a few crows flew by in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the man in black quickly got up, murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and he raised his sword and stabbed Shi Jin suddenly.

Then I heard Zhilu say "be careful"

Shi Jin was startled and his pupils dilated slightly. He stepped back in time and avoided the fatal blow.

The man in black was stunned. He didn't expect that the weak and delicate girl in front of him could easily dodge his attack. Looking at her quick reaction and agile movements, she must have learned martial arts.

After Shi Jin calmed down, her beautiful eyes were filled with a hint of displeasure. She said dissatisfiedly, "Brother, I told you that I was just passing by. You have no grudge against me, but you still want to kill me."

The man in black looked at her with contempt and said sternly: "Whether you are passing by or not, you must die."

Shi Jin rolled her eyes at him, feeling speechless. She complained in her heart that her good mood was ruined by meeting such a rampant person.

Shi Jin looked past him and moved to the man in black on the other side, then she said in a friendly manner: "Oh, my friend, as the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. How about we cooperate and win together and kill him together?"

Du Xuan was already surprised to see Shi Jin in such a remote place. After hearing her say the word "friend", the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Who would call someone they meet for the first time a friend, especially a stranger they meet in the wilderness?

Seeing that the "friend" did not respond, Shi Jin took it as his consent. She pulled out the whip from her waist and got into a fighting posture. She said confidently, "Now it's two against one, come on" and added a sentence in English.

The man in black saw Du Xuan and Shi Jin standing in the same camp and staring at him in a stalemate. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealing hesitation and worry.

Five people were sent out today, and now he is the only one left. He has already encountered a tough and ruthless guy, and now a madman has come. He is already seriously injured. Instead of fighting to the death, he might as well find an opportunity to escape.

So he observed the expressions of the two men, and when they were not paying attention, he quietly reached his hand into his sleeve and groped for the smoke ball in his sleeve.

Just when Shi Jin was wondering why the man in black was not taking any action, the man in black took out two iron balls at an extremely fast speed, slashed the sword with them, and then with a swirl, threw them in the direction of Shi Jin and Du Xuan, and the air was immediately filled with smoke.

Seeing the iron ball with thick smoke coming towards him, Shi Jin reacted in time and swung the whip decisively, knocking the iron ball away with one blow. The ball flew out in a parabola and fell into the water.

At the same time, Du Xuan moved nimbly and quickly leaned back, avoiding the iron ball and falling into the bushes.

By the time the two men reacted and looked around, the man was no longer in sight.

After Du Xuan glanced at Shi Jin, he used his Qinggong skills to walk briskly towards the jungle and left without looking back.

Shi Jin put down the whip only after seeing that everyone had left. She saw her right hand was stained with black, and she went to the river to wash it.

At the same time, Zhilu jumped off the carriage, ran to her side, looked her up and down, and saw that she was safe and sound, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After Shi Jin washed the black carbon off her hands, she then washed the handle of the whip. As she was washing, she inadvertently found the iron ball that had just fallen into the water. She picked it up and looked at it carefully. There was a pattern engraved on the iron ball, which was a full moon with two crossed swords inlaid on it.

She sniffed lightly, and her nose was filled with a pungent burnt smell with a hint of bitterness, as if it was some kind of herb.

She guessed it should be non-toxic, otherwise they would have been poisoned when they smelled the smoke just now. It was just used to create smoke to aid escape, so it could be used for research.

She pulled a handkerchief out of her sleeve, wrapped it up, and put it in her sleeve.

She continued to wash the whip in her hand, and said as she washed: "Zhilu, pack up your things, and we will go back home."

"Okay, miss." Zhilu walked to where they had just sat and put the remaining snacks and fruits into boxes one by one. When she caught a glimpse of Shi Jin's sketchbook, she curiously opened it and took a look. When her eyes fixed on the picture, her face was filled with amazement.

On the sketchbook, there are paintings of distant rivers, woods, grass, and distant mountains, depicting the scenery of the entire river area. Although it is only a black and white picture, the picture is beautiful.

The scenery she painted was delicate and slightly tilted, and there were two more people fighting on the river bank. They were the two masked men in black who had just fought. She integrated them into the painting, gave the picture a soul, and made the painting come alive. It was the first time Zhilu saw such a realistic painting, and she was surprised.

After Shi Jin was cleaned up, Zhi Lu had also packed up his things, and the two of them got on the carriage and returned to the city along the same route.

Shi Jin sat in the carriage, unwilling to let go of the sketchbook for a long time. She was admiring her own work. As he was observing it carefully, her gaze focused on the eyes of a man in black. She stared at those eyes, wondering in her heart, wondering if it was her illusion. She felt like she seemed to have seen these eyes somewhere before, but she just didn't expect it.

"Is this the sketch you were talking about, miss?"

Shi Jin pulled his gaze back, looked up at Zhilu and replied: "Yes"

"It's amazing that the black strip can create a good painting. Miss, you are really amazing. Not only can you cook, but you can also draw sketches. I have never seen anyone else paint like this. Hey, why haven't I seen you paint before?" Zhilu looked puzzled.

After spending half a month together, Shi Jin discovered that Zhilu was like a curious baby, asking her questions all day long. Should I limit the number of questions I ask?

Shi Jin smiled helplessly and said: "Are you asking a hundred thousand whys? Why do you have so many questions?" After Shi Jin said this, Zhilu was even more confused.

But Shi Jin still explained: "I figured it out accidentally when I was bored in Qianshuang Pavilion. You only see me a few times a year. It's normal that you haven't seen me."

"That's true, Miss is really amazing. Every time she thinks about something when she's bored, she can develop a skill." Zhilu stared at Shi Jin's beautiful eyes full of admiration and worship.

Facing Zhilu's admiring gaze, Shi Jin just smiled and said nothing.

She didn't learn these skills casually; she worked very hard. She used to work on movies outside, and she couldn't get used to the boxed lunches given by the crew, so she and her mother learned cooking for a year to acquire her current cooking skills. Painting took even longer, as she has been painting since junior high school. Those seemingly outstanding achievements are the result of hard work accumulated over time.