It is very dangerous near the Sankawakou River, but it is much safer on land. As long as you stay away from the water, there will not be much danger.
Jiang Yan and Song Yu left together. Painting not only requires super high painting skills honed from day after day of proficiency, but also requires a fleeting flash of inspiration like an osprey flying across the water.
Shi Zaixuan seeks inspiration from all phenomena and captures the beautiful scenery. Song Yu laid out paper and pen, set up wooden boards, and traced the mountain scenery stroke by stroke, while Jiang Yan worked hard to restore his spiritual power.
The aura of Sanchuankou is very strong, and one day is worth the effort of several days. Jiang Yan, who was working on the painting technique, was awakened by a strange movement. When he opened his eyes, he saw Song Yu painting.
Song Yu's talent is quite good. He is tracing the mountain scenery in front of him and has already completed most of it.
A small paper figure crawled out from Jiang Yan's neck and pointed to Song Yu's side.
Jiang Yan saw a two- or three-year-old boy standing on the desk where Song Yu was painting. Song Yu wanted to embellish it with green, but when he started writing, he found that it turned red, so he turned around and took a look.
"It's strange, the order of the paints is not that way."
Song Yu rearranged the order of the paints and continued painting, but when he wanted to pick up the pen, his hand reached directly into the ink.
This little man was laughing loudly on the table, but Song Yu had no idea about this. Unless he was very skilled in cultivation, he would not be able to see these sinister spirits.
Seeing Song Yu being teased by the kid, Jiang Yan stood up and came to Song Yu's side, grabbed the Yin Evil Spirit's hair and lifted the kid up, then kicked him in the butt and kicked him into the woods.
After finishing all this, he clapped his hands and then looked at Song Yu's painting, which was considered destroyed.
Each of these people taking the Gongsheng Examination only had two picture scrolls for the examination. It was a pity to waste one just now, and Song Yu felt a little regretful.
"I was not in my state just now, and I ruined a piece of drawing paper in vain."
He still didn't know what just happened.
"It's no pity. What do you think is Master's creation?" Jiang Yan asked.
"Finding inspiration for creation from the uncanny workmanship of the world," Song Yu said.
"Yes, it is true that we are looking for inspiration for creation, but most people just copy the scene. If this is the meaning of the teacher's creation, it is better to find a random place or even a vase or a table to compare who painted it.
Just be more like it, why bother coming to Sanchuankou, which is a dangerous place with dangerous mountains and rivers.
Therefore, the artist is not copying the landscapes you see and painting them on the scroll intact. The real purpose is to increase the painter's experience and make the painting vivid and vivid after seeing thousands of mountains.
As for the next level, it is to find a beautiful place that can shock people's soul, and then create a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation."
Song Yu heard Jiang Yan's words completely in his heart. He had also heard about Master Zaoxing from the teachers in the academy, but it was not as profound as Jiang Yan's.
"I seem to understand"
"Just understand. The most important task now is not to paint, but to appreciate the beautiful scenery of Sankawaguchi and find a scene that touches your soul. Only then will it be worthy of your writing."
Jiang Yan probably understood that there are some similarities between master creation and sketching, but they are also slightly different.
The scenery at Mikawakou is indeed rare, with a blue sky, a ray of sunlight spreading through the forest into a colorful glow, and the sound of gurgling water beside your ears.
Especially the spiritual energy here is incredibly abundant. The Danqing method absorbs the spiritual energy several times faster than outside. It would have taken several days to recover, but here it has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.
After his strength was almost restored, Jiang Gu had other thoughts. A place like Sanchuankou, where evil spirits gathered, was treacherous and full of dangers for a painter, but it was a place of opportunity for an enlightened papermaker.
Song Yu was looking for the beautiful scenery, while Jiang Yan was looking at the two books and flipping back and forth with some concentration.
One of them was given to him by Lu Daoxuan, which recorded Lu Daoxuan's practice experience and travel information, and the other was a note left to him by Jiang Yan's grandfather.
Jiang Yan's grandfather was perhaps the only enlightened papermaker in the entire continent before him. He walked between yin and yang and experienced countless incredible and strange things, all of which were recorded in his notebooks.
He also had some guesses as to why there were two identical Liu Yuns on the ship. After verifying the two books, Jiang Yan had a bold idea in his mind. Maybe there really are no ghosts in this world.
People are born with two kinds of yin and yang qi in their bodies. From birth to death, the yin rises and yang declines. Therefore, those who have died or are about to die will carry heavy yin qi, and those who are enlightened will
Color craftsmen can absorb this yin energy to practice.
After a person dies, these Yin Qi will dissipate when encountering the sun. However, if the Yin Qi does not dissipate at a special time or place, it will turn into evil energy, and at the same time, part of the consciousness of the deceased will be awakened and become a Yin evil spirit.
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Jiang Yan thought that the people he saw in Pan Valley might not be illusions, but ghosts.
If a person becomes enlightened and embarks on the path of cultivation, his yang energy will increase day by day. As his cultivation becomes more advanced, he can even become a yang god and have a lifespan far beyond that of a normal person. The oldest person in the Eight Prefectures is said to have lived
More than seven hundred years old.
Lu Daoxuan described this change as the yin returning to the underworld, and the yang returning to the gods. Originally, yin and yang, life and death, were in opposition to each other, which was the way of heaven and earth. However, the enlightenment of the color breaker seemed to overturn this opposition.
When the two of them followed the Sanchuan Pass in search of the kind of beautiful scenery that can shock people's souls, there was a strange atmosphere in the forest. There were some strange things that Song Yu couldn't see, but Jiang Qian, who was an enlightened painter and a painter, could.
get.
A little head poked out from the forest, it was the kid who had been kicked away by him just now.
The difference from before was that an old man appeared behind the little ghost. This old man was only skinny and bones, with messy hair and few teeth. Two evil spirits followed Song Yu and Jiang Yan all the way.
"Is it just that he can see us?"
"Well, he was very bad and even kicked me."
"Is there a family bucket here?"
Jiang Gu, an old man and a young man, could see clearly.
"Song Yu, you go to the front and wait for me. I'll catch up later."
Jiang Yan unbuttoned his pants as he spoke. When he saw that Song Yu was not suspicious of him, he moved forward and stuffed them back. He did not look at the two evil spirits following behind him for fear of arousing the enemy.
A small paper man trotted all the way to the two ghosts. Under the gaze of the old man and the young man, the paper man clumsily hugged the old man's leg.
"What is this?" The little devil tilted his head and looked at the paper man with interest.
"No matter what it is, I will definitely give you a bad breath this time and help you straighten him out."
The evil spirits cannot directly harm people themselves, but they have the talent to confuse people and cause them to constantly have various hallucinations.
Similarly, the methods of ordinary painters have no direct effect on these evil spirits, so this old man is very arrogant and confident.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the paper man hugging his lap exploded on the spot with a loud bang.
The two people were directly exploded into an air ball. The air ball gradually split into two, curled, stretched and condensed and began to return to its original form. When the old man saw that there were too many air balls around the little ghost, he pulled it over and stuck it to his body, and then changed again.