Seeing that Jiang Yan couldn't refuse, he could only bite the bullet and walk forward.
"Although your qi sea is broken, at least you have the cultivation level of living in the spirit realm. Let everyone see what your natal painting spirit is."
He Qingzhi had seen the painting of Sanchuan Longqiu in Lin'an City, and it was impeccable in terms of painting skills. Later, he also heard that Lu Daoxuan had some relationship with Jiang Chan.
Lu Dao
This time is an opportunity to take a look at the musty garden painting book to see what Jiang Yan's talent is.
Jiang Yan was hesitant and thought to himself, don't be too scary, one or two painting spirits are enough!
"Put your painting hand up"
After the spiritual power was injected, layers of pink halo emitted from the mustard garden painting.
Jiang Kuan's natal painting spirit appeared in the halo, a woman with skin like gelatin, red lips, face like white jade under the moon, waist like a willow in the wind, black hair like a waterfall, exquisite facial features, and a look that would captivate a country.
What's more important is that she is naked and standing on the painting, showing her graceful figure and charming posture to everyone!
Almost all the people in Danqing Garden were young men. The painting spirit blew a kiss gently and then raised his legs, causing many people to have nosebleeds.
He Qingzhi's face was so ugly that even Jiang Yan's own jaw almost dropped in shock.
"My natal painting spirit is Erika?"
"I bought an erotic painting in Qingdu before, and it was exactly the same as this one. I didn't expect it to be painted by him."
"What a coincidence? I bought it too and now I keep it in my bedroom!"
"I heard someone say that this woman Jiang Yan met in the morning can paint a painting at night."
“I never expected that this person looks so sanctimonious but has such low conduct!”
Many internal and external students in Danqingyuan were talking about it, and some even started to make up rumors in order to attract attention.
"It's over. My reputation will be ruined in one day. I'm afraid I won't be able to get rid of my reputation as greedy and lustful for the rest of my life!" Jiang Yan's head almost exploded.
Jiang Yan hurriedly removed his spiritual power, and Hua Ling disappeared.
He Qingzhi glanced at Jiang Yan and snorted coldly. Jiang Yan could only stand there in embarrassment.
He thought that no matter what he painted, he could do it with ease. How could he have thought that the painting book would choose erotic pictures for him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mr. He, I really didn't mean it."
"Break class"
He Qingzhi walked away with a puff of his sleeves, and many of the students looked at Jiang Qian with disdain. Only Song Yu stayed.
Seeing Song Yu's expression, Jiang Yan knew what he wanted to say.
"If you want to comfort me, then stop talking. Do you think I look sad?"
"Can you let go of such a big thing?" Song Yu said.
"Except for chopsticks, I can't let go of anything else in my life." Jiang Yan laughed and said, "If you really want to comfort me, why not buy some of my paintings, which one do you like?"
Jiang Yan frowned at Song Yu, indicating that you should understand.
Seeing Song Yu blushing, Jiang Yan laughed unscrupulously.
"I'm not kidding you anymore. You are now fifth on the list. Your future is limitless. You have to protect me from now on."
"No matter what happens to you, I will help you."
Song Yu is not a person who refuses to repay his kindness. He was able to complete his transformation at Sanchuankou because of Jiang Yan's advice.
"Okay, okay, bye"
When I was leaving, a few people sneaked up outside the yard.
"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, stay here"
"What are you..."
Jiang Yan took a look and saw that these guys were the ones who scolded him the most just now.
"Buy some paintings, like the ones just now," one person said with a chuckle.
"It's easy to talk about selling paintings. Go to Minglou to find Fu Yueming. In addition to paintings, there are also some medicines. I guarantee you will like them very much, but the price is..."
Jiang Yan smiled obscenely, it was easy to deal with this group of sanctimonious people, just scold them, and you could still do a business after a few scolds.
As for those hypocrites, they can't wait to buy, but they are too embarrassed to come because of their reputation. It's hard to make money from them.
“Price is not an issue!”
How can a person who can teach a hundred thousand taels of money to live outside the family be a person who is short of money? Jiang Yan is already preparing to inform Fu Yueming that the price of paintings should increase!
I spent all my savings and just changed my identity to a layman. Maybe I can get the money back from them.
It was not in vain that I learned about my natural painting spirit in Danqingyuan and saw the magic of Mustard Garden painting.
In the following days, Jiang Yan traveled back and forth between Mahuang Alley and Wen Mansion. In the past, he only practiced Dan Qing Technique. After arriving at Wen Mansion, he discovered that Dan Qing Technique was only a basic technique, such as the spirit detection technique he just learned today.
Jiang Yan pointed his fingertips, and the brilliance of the wealthy donkey under his butt appeared in his mind.
The art of appraising spirits is used to judge the quality of a painting. It can show the whole picture of the painting in the mind, and even the smallest flaws will be exposed. If I had learned the art of appraising spirits in Xiandu Mountain, that landscape scroll would have been
It won't keep him trapped for so long.
The donkey was broken down into lines in Jiang Gan's mind. Each line was made in one stroke without any hesitation. Even an insignificant curly hair on the donkey's back could be seen at a glance.
Nothing left.
The paint on the donkey's body is a bit off, and cannot be distinguished by the naked eye. However, under the spirit-detection technique, the defects of these paints are infinitely magnified, showing a rough sand-like shape.
"The paint is inferior, the painting skills are superior, and the Chaimen blunt donkey is a middle-grade one."
There is something interesting about appraising your own paintings by yourself.
However, it was a little strange when I identified Fat Tiger, because it was the top-grade pigment that Lu Daoxuan left for him, so the texture of the pigment was better and very fine.
As for his painting skills, Jiang Yan never doubted his own level.
In the past, I always thought that Fat Hu was a middle-grade painting. Later, after he broke through to the Soul-Resident Realm, Fat Hu gained the fighting power of a fine-grade painting.
He knew that Fat Tiger was a little different from other painting spirits, but now that he couldn't identify Fat Tiger's grade after using the Spirit Appraisal Technique, this was still a bit unexpected.
In short, the stronger he gets, the stronger Fat Tiger's combat effectiveness becomes. This kind of painting that progresses together with the painter has never been heard of by him.
If you don't understand it, then don't think about it. After all, this is a good thing no matter what.
Riding a donkey here every morning leisurely and leisurely, and returning leisurely at dusk, it seems that this is what life is like.
Sitting upside down on the back of a donkey, the setting sun gradually obscures the western mountains, leaving only the sky full of red clouds. The peak of Xiandu Mountain reaches straight into the sky, and the red clouds accompany the sky like a fire burning the sky.
The mountain scenery on both sides has a special charm under the sunset. As you hum a little tune and walk along the road, you can have a panoramic view of the infinite beauty.
He was originally an outsider, but he showed a more free and comfortable style than an inside student. Living a life without pressure and surrounded by mountains and rivers, Jiang Yan cheered loudly.
“I have traversed deep rocks to find my way back, but the capital of immortality is still in Bixu.
Infinite tourists sit on the horse again, but it is just a madman riding a donkey upside down.
On the wall picture, in the morning glow of the Han Dynasty, the falling shadows of the Qing Dynasty are reflected in the sunset.
There is only one talented person in his entire life, but he has the pity to visit all the ruins."