Jiang Gu was overjoyed to have obtained the Spirit-Infusing and Spirit-Inscribing Techniques, and the first thing he did when he got home was to conduct experiments.
The first thing to experiment and practice is the spirit-giving method. The painting method uses calligraphy and paper as the carrier, paint builds flesh and blood, calligraphy and easel frame the bones, and the strokes of the pen are completed.
The method of infusing spirits is to depict a scene in poetry and articles, and then make it concrete through practicing methods.
Jiang Gu thought for a moment, then wrote a poem on a blank piece of paper.
"This horse is an extraordinary horse. The star of the house is originally a star. When you knock the thin bones forward, it still has its own copper sound."
"White jade is a sweater, and gold refuses to bet. The wind at your back shakes the six feathers, and they dance against each other in the Linshan Pavilion."
There are wonderful things on the paper, including a thin horse galloping on the paper, cranes circling and dancing, and various spirits appearing in Jiang Yan's pen.
But compared with the painting spirit of the Danqing method, which has bright colors and highly restores the image of the original object, this spirit has only its shape but no color, and the whole body is just pure ink.
"It's done!"
Looking at the dancing cranes, Jiang Yan felt a little excited.
However, in comparison, what Jiang Yan valued more was the inscription method.
The method of engraving spirits is the most difficult type among the Fuyuan. Without extremely high dexterity, how can you express what you see through beautiful words and in the form of poems and articles.
Since it was an experiment, Zhu Yan and Fat Hu would not be used. Jiang Yan had previously painted a middle-grade landscape painting, "Ten Thousand Valleys and Pines in the Wind".
After taking out the picture of Pine Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys, Jiang Gu began to follow the method taught by Zhou Mengde in the blank space, gathered his spiritual power and the tip of his pen, and began to write a poem word for word.
"Whose pavilion is next to a stream bay, and tall trees are sparsely planted among the rocks. All the fallen leaves are gone with the stream rain, leaving only the autumn colors filling the empty mountains."
When the endowment spirit and the painting spirit are in harmony, the picture scroll will be able to exert greater strength.
The shadows on the painting were blurred, and with the injection of Jiang Yan's spiritual power, the painting of Wanhe Pine Wind expanded infinitely, covering the entire house.
The original table was covered with moss, the mountains in the courtyard were densely covered with green, and the sound of spring water could be heard beside his ears. Jiang Yan carefully understood the difference from the original one.
When he created this painting, it was only the most basic middle-grade painting, but with the blessing of this poem, it has a bit more charm, and it seems to have reached the ultimate middle-grade painting.
"I'm afraid it would be difficult for someone with a level of cultivation in the Mysterious Spirit Realm to escape from this painting," Jiang Lu murmured to himself.
The success in practicing the Spirit-Infusing and Spirit-Inscribing Techniques was not due to Jiang Yan's high attainments in this field, but to the poems and articles he had recited when he was in school.
Just when Jiang Yan was secretly happy because of his success in cultivation, there was a commotion outside the door, which seemed to come from the pig roasting yard.
Jiang Yan opened the door and took a look, just in time to see the white-haired and colorfully dressed delinquent old man who often ate and drank in the pig-roasting yard and often stole bear black tart wine.
It's just that the old man has lost his former vitality, his body is slumped on the goat cart, and he's foaming at the mouth.
"Old man Gongyang, you don't want to die," Daoya said while crying.
"At worst, I won't ask you for money anymore, and I'll let you eat and drink for free. You don't want to die, okay?"
Seeing this look, Jiang Yan probably guessed something, and glanced at Su Kou. After this guy came to Qingdu, he wanted to find a few people to test the medicine.
But it would be too inhumane to ask an old man to test the medicine.
Unexpectedly, Su Kou shook his head and waved his hand, indicating that he did not know.
"Yaya, what did you feed him?" Jiang Yan asked.
"Brother Jiang Yan..."
Daoya cried even louder after seeing Jiang Chan.
"I saw that Brother Su Kou was making medicine every day, so I found one from his bottles and sprinkled it on the meat that Old Man Gongyang ate.
I didn’t expect that the old man Gongyang would start spitting bubbles after eating it!”
Daoya hugged Jiang Gu with a look of grievance on her face. She was just playing a prank and had no intention of harming anyone.
"Don't worry Yaya, Mr. Gongyang... Mr. Gongyang is not dead yet..."
The limp old man Gong Yang said in a weak voice while reaching out his hand to touch Dao Ya's head.
Su Kou and Jiang Yan originally wanted to treat him, but the old man Gongyang waved his hand and refused, stubbornly letting Aries pull the cart and leave Mahuang Alley.
The old man Gongyang still couldn't breathe and looked like he was about to die just now, but after turning a corner, his expression immediately changed.
His eyes became brighter and his movements became more agile. He wiped the foam on his mouth with his sleeve and sighed repeatedly.
"Now you can eat openly and openly from now on. This little girl is really hard to fool!"
"Although this poison is powerful, it's still a bit boring."
Jiang Yan was a little worried, but the old butcher didn't care about his life or death at all.
"Master Dao, your granddaughter poured out this old man's medicine, are you not worried at all?"
The old butcher looked up, inserted the knife on the knife table, and wiped his hands on his clothes.
"Even if you die, he won't die, so there's nothing to worry about."
Jiang Yan knew that Dao Jie was an enlightened butcher and was very powerful. Jiang Yan was relieved when the old butcher said this, but Su Kou did not believe it.
"I personally prepared the poison. The amount that Yaya put in, even if he is in the Huiyang realm, he has to go to the ghost gate to report it."
"Boy, don't be too confident."
After leaving the pig roasting yard, Jiang Yan did not return to his home, but was dragged to another place by Su Kou.
"I have something else to do, where are you taking me?" Jiang Yan asked.
"Today is a holiday for the Wen family, and there will be a chat in the evening."
"It's none of my business"
"Of course it has something to do with you. This time we invited a lot of township parties and societies to talk, including our black association."
Jiang Yan's expression was as ugly as if he had eaten Xiang. The Black Club was created for his own bad taste. There were only two of them, and now they were officially going to participate in the event?
"this is for you"
Su Kou took out a box, Jiang Yan opened it and took a look. Inside was a pink and white paste-like substance.
From the color point of view, it looks like a pigment, but the pigments are all ground from colored stones that are the spiritual objects of heaven and earth. They themselves carry the fluctuations of the spiritual power of heaven and earth. The pink and white ones do not have such aura.
"Let me draw?"
"What makes you paint and put on makeup?"
Su Kou said, rubbed it on his hands, rubbed it on his face, and urged Jiang Yan to hurry up.
"Who did you learn this from?" Jiang Yan asked.
"Aren't all the scribes in your Qing capital like this? After banqueting with them for a long time, you will become good at it."
"These scribes don't kill people, set fires, or poison. If you don't learn from this, you will learn how to put on makeup. Can you learn a little better!"
Jiang Yan was quite speechless. When he was at Sanchuankou, Su Kou was not only a pharmacist and poison master, but also a killer.
A man who kills people without batting an eye is now wearing makeup? This makes Jiang Qian have to lament the terrifying contagiousness of the Qingdu culture.
"I don't do as the Romans do. I don't usually put on makeup, but it's different tonight."
As Zuko said, he took out a handful of powder from his sleeve and threw it into the air. There was a faint fragrance in the powder.
Having suffered a loss, Jiang Gu's first reaction was that the bastard was poisoning him again, and he hurriedly covered his mouth, but Su Kou opened his arms and allowed the powder to fall on him.
"This is for flavoring. If it were poisoned, you would have died a long time ago."