After listening to Yun Qiuhe's explanation of the situation, Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment and said, "Please send a message to Dr. Ji and ask her to come and help me perform acupuncture to remove the red silk witchcraft that has occurred."
Yun Qiuhe was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
Guanzhu Zhang does not want to waste any more energy on suppressing the witchcraft, and wants to go all out to practice and attack the Jianwei Realm.
She took out a yellow talisman, walked out of the door and silently recited the message, raised her hand and shot the yellow talisman into the air and sent it away.
She decided not to tell about the "Five Ghost Days" for the time being, so as not to affect Guanzhu Zhang's mind.
Zhang Wenfeng stood up and said, "I haven't finished talking about painting yesterday. It will take some time for Dr. Ji to arrive. Let's continue painting. When you get back, I suggest you find a real skull and put it as a still life for more practice."
Yun Qiuhe followed behind and exchanged glances with Yue Anyan.
Is Zhang Guanzhu confident? The reaction was too calm.
It took me some time to complete the sketch of the skull on the drawing board, and then I demonstrated another one from another angle.
Yun Qiuhe also kept a bottle of the peach gum liquid prepared in the tea room. She diluted the glue liquid with ease, wrapped the glue ball with magic and sprayed it on the two skull drawings. She said with a smile: "Guanzhu Zhang, I haven't seen your portrait for a long time." Now, why don’t you paint a picture for Sister-in-law? It’s easy to find something to do when you’re idle.”
Yue Anyan gave her a roll of his eyes and said, "If you want to draw, I can draw you. Don't keep talking about me."
Yun Qiuhe said with a smile: "I have painted for me before. Sister Yue, don't be shy. I have learned the basics for such a long time. If Zhang Guanzhu paints again, I should be able to understand it better. Give you a portrait and let me learn." "
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look at Yue Anyan and said with a smile: "Sister, sit on this chair and turn your face to look out the window. Okay, that's it. Relax."
The senior sister said she would not paint, but her body was very honest. She sat motionless for fear that the painting would make her look ugly.
He changed to a new piece of quarto rice paper, picked a piece of soft charcoal, and quickly composed the picture. He explained to Yun Qiuhe who was watching the painting from behind, the simple "Three Courtyards and Five Eyes", the styling issues that need to be paid attention to in character portraits, and the treatment of hair. etc.
He painted very delicately, striving to express the gentle and tranquil classical beauty of the senior sister.
The background is a bamboo pavilion and weeping willows, soft and soft, very poetic and picturesque.
Yun Qiuhe was able to understand the painter's expression techniques, and watched the pictures unfold bit by bit. It was very enjoyable to watch. At the moment when the painting was exciting, he saw that the painter Zhang stopped painting and got up to scoop water to wash his hands.
"Doctor Ji should be arriving soon. Come all the way, I'll greet you at the door."
"Then let's go directly to the West Hall later. We don't have to wait for her at the gate."
Yun Qiuhe called Yue Anyan over, and the two of them gathered together to whisper, commenting on the beauty and stunningness of the portrait. As for the resemblance, they selectively ignored it.
Zhang Wenfeng waited under the mountain gate archway for about a word. Ji Shixi flew down from the air, carrying a medical box on his back.
After greeting each other with courtesy and a few words of conversation, the two of them went up the mountain together.
Zhang Wenfeng looked for a few topics, but when he saw that Dr. Ji was indifferent and not interested in talking, he fell silent.
Ji Shixi didn't stay long. He took his pulse and inserted an acupuncture to remove the witchcraft. He didn't ask why he suddenly fell ill. He completed the task without even taking a sip of tea and left expressionlessly.
"That's too much. Why is she like this?"
Yun Qiuhe went down the mountain to send the person away, and said in a low voice: "It's not like she didn't pay her medical fee? Who can show this to her?"
Zhang Wenfeng's mind was not affected. Only a tiny bit of the witchcraft was removed. He didn't have to distract himself to suppress it, which saved him a lot of trouble. He smiled and said, "Dr. Ji was dragged down by me and wanted to follow me to the Broken Moon Demon Forest. It's a little bit complicated." It’s dangerous, she has some opinions deep down.”
Yun Qiuhe said dissatisfied: "You didn't arrange for her to go, why did she lose her temper with Dean Guo? It's all because of Jiang Ting's big mouth and chewing his tongue, which caused you big trouble."
Zhang Wenfeng just smiled and ignored others behind his back. He discussed the virtual and actual techniques of sketching with Yun Qiuhe, who was fighting for him, and made some light-hearted remarks to change the subject.
The three of them walked in the fields, and the breeze blew through the waves of wheat.
Everything is green and spring is in full swing.
Returning to the Qingzheng Villa, Yue Anyan went along the corridor to inspect the apprentices' homework.
Zhang Wenfeng continued to carve the portrait carefully, explaining Yun Qiuhe's brushing techniques. This upright woman who could help her friends was worthy of his teachings.
"It's so beautiful! Her eyes seem to be covered with mist, hazy and soft, and her little mouth is so watery... Zhang Guanzhu, you are very unfair. Last time you painted my portrait, you just made a few bold strokes." I want to paint a picture for Yue Anyan. I paint and apply it and keep improving. The painting is three points more beautiful than a fairy..."
Yun Qiuhe's attention was on other aspects, and he kept mumbling.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced back, and the woman behind him immediately stopped talking. He continued to draw in his hands and said: "When I come back from the Broken Moon Demon Forest, I will find time to draw another one for you. It can be completed in a day, as long as you can sit still. "
"I can sit still, you have to make the painting look good like this."
"You two have different charms and different expression techniques. This painting method is not suitable for you."
Zhang Wenfeng was tired. What a heroic woman, how could she be so confused when it came to her appearance? It was impossible for him to use this method of applying a beauty filter on all the images and draw the same look. It was too similar. He Not happy.
The real world is filled with thousands of people and faces, each with its own characteristics.
He likes to discover different beauties and express those feelings with care.
Yue Anyan made a rounds and returned to the tea room. He glanced at the portrait of the viewer, his eyes smiled, and he sat back on the chair without moving.
When the dinner bell rang for the first time, Zhang Wenfeng stopped the charcoal stick in his hand, leaned back, squinted his eyes for a moment, and said with a smile: "The painting is finished, senior sister can get up and walk around."
He used a charcoal strip to write diagonally below the portrait: Gengzi Chunyue Wenfengwei.
Put down the charcoal strips and scoop out water to wash your hands. This is the bad thing about painting with charcoal strips. It makes you look like a gangster or a gangster.
Yun Qiuhe's teeth were itching with envy, and he said in a gentle and casual tone: "Sister Yue, let me take this portrait back for a few days to observe. I will learn the techniques and return it to you in two days."
Yue Anyan admired his charcoal portrait and said with a smile: "You don't know how to draw now, so you won't learn anything from it."
She won't be fooled. Everything else about Yun Qiuhe is fine. He doesn't have any credibility in this regard. If you take it away, it will be a meat bun and beat a dog with no hope of getting it back.
This sentence made Yun Qiuhe roll his eyes, so he changed his way and said:
"It's not interesting, Yue Anyan, you guard Zhang Guanzhu every day, and you are afraid that there will be no portrait? Why fight for this one when you have one in the whole house..."
When Yue Anyan heard her messy words, he took off the entire drawing board and took it out the door.
The viewer has painted many large and small works, but this is the first time she has seen the viewer sign a painting. Needless to say, the viewer is very satisfied with the painting. It is a masterpiece with great care. What about her own portrait? Are you willing to give in?
Zhang Wenfeng went out with a smile, ignoring the little argument between the two women.
For him, painting is a form of self-cultivation and spiritual practice. He appreciates all the beauty in the world.
Beautiful feelings can easily trigger his inspiration.
In the next few days, he walked around the Taoist Temple Gate Array as usual, tending to the crops and spiritual plants, feeling the subtle fluctuations of the trees with his heart, feeling the joy and anger of the plants that seemed to be there or not, and absorbing the vitality of the weeds. Nourishes seedlings and trees.
The second senior brother came back from a mission with donkeys and mountain badgers. The process was lackluster. Most of the time was spent tracking the evil ways of rogue bandits, crossing several counties before catching the culprits. The second senior brother said that he would go out next time.
He didn't find it boring. He learned a lot from running around with Fu Gujing.
It rains a lot in spring, and it often rains continuously for several days, and the sky and the earth are covered in mist.
The visitor, wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, walked barefoot around the fields, playing with the green wheat seedlings, walking on cobblestones across the much wider stream, and observing the spring bamboo shoots rising and swaying in the wind.
His hard work paid off, and finally on a sunny morning after the rain, the water droplets rolling on the petals of wild camellias reflected the rainbow-like colors of the sun, and he found a touch of vitality that made him enchanted.
Shaking and trembling, fresh and energetic.
He returned to the bamboo house barefoot.
The fresh air lingers in the room, and you sit peacefully and forget about things.
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