Jiang Yan was extremely confident in his painting skills and did not need anyone's guidance. Lu Daoxuan said that it was guidance, which was often more like discussion.
However, he is still too unfamiliar with this world. Lu Daoxuan's temperament and conversation are definitely not ordinary people. There is no disadvantage in becoming his teacher.
After there was no need for any improvement in his technique, Lu Daoxuan also accepted the painting skills taught by Jiang Lun.
In the next two days, Jiang Yan practiced the Danqing method to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Jiang Yan found that there were two kinds of power in his body. One was the spiritual power cultivated by the Danqing method, and the other was supposed to be the Zha that Jiang Yan had absorbed from the dead.
Caijiang's unique spiritual power, these two powers are gentle and cold.
Now the town is already preparing for the sacrifice before the Simen Festival, and Jiang Lun needs to completely suppress the Pan Valley before the big outbreak of the Simen Festival.
When the old man and the young man came to the valley again, the evil spirit in the valley was more intense than in the past few days, and it was on the verge of breaking out.
After encouraging the courage to enter the valley, a large thick fog rose in the valley. The wind roaring through the valley was mixed with the roaring sounds of gods and demons. Jiang Yan even saw a ghost face opening its bloody mouth to devour the two of them, and
A burst of energy from Lu Daoxuan's body directly dispersed the grimace.
"Where is it broken?"
Jiang Gu pointed to a place in the valley, where the evil spirit was leaking out from the cracked opening.
"Can you see these evil spirits?" Lu Daoxuan asked in surprise.
Jiang Yan nodded.
"Wangqi is a secret that is not taught in Confucianism. I really don't know what skills you, the painters, will have after you become enlightened."
The two of them came to the screen wall together. The eyes of the military commander on the screen wall were filled with blood and tears, and the whole painting had been dyed so that the original appearance could not be seen.
"Sir, are there really ghosts in this world?"
"I have lived so long that I have never seen it with my own eyes, but it cannot prove that he does not exist. After all, there are many mysterious and mysterious things that are difficult to explain, but I still stay away from the theory of ghosts and gods."
"Then why does this shadow mural shed blood and tears?"
This really subverted Jiang Yan's three views. Lu Daoxuan touched the blood tears with his hand and put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it.
"This is not blood, but paint. I don't know which master left a heavenly shadow wall here. However, over the past few hundred years, the paint has gradually expired and faded. In addition, the moisture here is very heavy, so it became you
Blood and tears in eyes”
Even some of the top aristocratic families in Xuan Kingdom couldn't get the heavenly screen wall, but there is one in this wilderness.
"What should I draw to suppress this place?" Jiang Yan asked again.
“The Wenfu has four courtyards: painting, poetry, poetry, and calligraphy. The painting academy is divided into three subjects: landscape, flowers and birds, and figures.
Figures are a taboo in the painting method. The deeper the cultivation, the higher the painter's skills, and the higher the quality, the easier it is for the figures to connect to unknown places.
There have been many painters who encountered terrible horrors while making portraits, and their skills were broken, causing them to die.
But yesterday I watched you make figure paintings without being affected at all. It must be the reason why the painter is enlightened. The painter walks between the yin and yang worlds, so he is not affected at all.
This was an ancient battlefield many years ago. Originally I wanted to use auspicious animal paintings to suppress it, but the best effect is that only this kind of ferocious military commander can withstand resentment, violence and death. You can try to imitate this mural.
Draw one too”
"I'm not worried about your painting skills, but the more high-quality paintings are, the more they need high-quality paints and spiritual power."
Lu Daoxuan felt a little distressed and took out some paints of different colors from the bamboo tube.
"This is my treasure, you can use it sparingly..."
"kindness"
He found a flat rock in the valley, put all his pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the rock and started painting.
This time, the painting was related to thousands of lives in Nanping Township. Jiang Gu naturally did not dare to be careless. The color of the paint in front of him was pure and even exuded a light crystal. He knew at a glance that it was not ordinary.
As for what to draw, I already knew what to draw. As soon as the pen fell onto the paper, the spiritual energy cultivated by Jiang Gu's Danqing method flowed into the paper along the brush strokes.
Dotting, dyeing, hooking, and chapping, Jiang Yan's mind was all concentrated into painting.
Lu Dao
At the same time, Jiang Yan's spiritual energy consumption rate was several times faster than before. A painting had already bottomed out before one-third of it was completed. If he stopped at this time, it would mean that all his previous efforts were wasted.
Lu Daoxuan was also a little anxious, and at the same time, looking at the evil spirit filling the valley, he also had a plan in mind.
"The painting method is to vent the spiritual energy in one's body on paper through brushes and pigments to become the painting spirit, and this evil spirit is also a kind of spiritual energy."
"Sir, what you want is for me to absorb these evil spirits and then use the painting method to inject them into the painting spirit?"
Jiang Yan was very smart, and he understood what Lu Daoxuan wanted to do with just a few clicks.
"This is just a guess of mine and no one has tried it. It's a bit risky, but if it turns out it will be of great benefit to you. This is the only way I can think of right now."
Although Jiang Yan has only lived in Nanping Village for a short time, he has always enjoyed the leisurely life and environment here, not to mention that this is also his hometown.
"It's better than sitting back and doing nothing."
Regardless of the danger, Jiang Yan decided to give it a try.
"You run the Danqing method with all your strength, and I will help you with all my strength, but how much you can absorb depends entirely on you."
Lu Dao
Compared with the mild spiritual energy in the past, this evil spirit has a biting coldness when it enters the body.
These evil spirits have always been looking for a host, and now some people are taking the initiative to absorb them, and they are pouring in crazily. Jiang Yan is like a whale drinking from a stream, constantly absorbing it.
This evil spirit was also affecting Jiang Yan. Various ghosts, cries and screams echoed in his mind, and a trace of red light rose in his eyes.
Jiang Yan saw that he was surrounded by all kinds of soldiers, but these people may have been filled with countless arrows, or had their heads chopped off, and many of them were covered in blood and looked miserable.
"General, save me..."
"General, please save us..."
The originally deserted valley was filled with illusions, and these sounds sounded so real to Jiang Lu's ears.
"Portrait portraits are inherently taboo in painting. Even if the painter is enlightened, they cannot completely avoid them. Jiang Yan, you have to stay awake."
Lu Daoxuan woke up Jiang Yan who had fallen into the illusion and shattered all illusions with a slap. When the evil spirit gathered at its peak, Jiang Yan picked up his pen.
Just as he was about to put down the pen, Jiang Gu felt a stinging pain as the sinister energy invaded his body, and the ink on the tip of his hand dripped onto the scroll.
Seeing that all his hard work had been wasted, Jiang Yan couldn't control his emotions for a while and almost went violent. Fortunately, Lu Daoxuan woke him up in time.
"Don't be distracted, just start over!"
Lu Daoxuan hesitated for a moment and then took out a scroll from the bamboo tube. Different from ordinary drawing paper, this paper was so thick that you could even see the threads and meridians, and it looked primitive from the inside out.
Jiang Gu took a deep breath and concentrated on painting, his spiritual energy flowing along the tip of his pen.
With the help of Lu Daoxuan, Jiang Yan frantically absorbed the evil spirit, and for a moment a black vortex appeared in the sky above the winding mountain valley.
Jiang Yan was immersed in painting and didn't even care about the strange phenomena outside. Every line in the painting jumped on the paper. The painting should be light and refined, but every stroke of his was full of evil, and Jiang Yan also
I don’t know what kind of painting spirit this painting will create.
Looking at Shen Xin and Jiang Tan who was painting, Lu Daoxuan was a little surprised. The evil spirit in this valley was more terrifying than he imagined. After finishing a painting, a ferocious-looking golden-armored God of War appeared on the paper. Its momentum was not even as powerful as the shadow mural.
It was so bad that even Lu Daoxuan couldn't help but marvel.
"This is a dangerous place. One painting doesn't seem to be enough. How about you?"
"continue"
One painting was Jiang Chan's limit. Both his energy and spiritual power were about to be exhausted. However, the more tired he became, the more comfortable he felt.
Striking the iron while the iron was hot, Lu Daoxuan took out the second jade scroll. Jiang Yan had already absorbed a lot of evil spirits, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.
Staring at the finished work, various ghost images appeared in Jiang Gu's eyes, and before he put down the last stroke, he collapsed in front of the stone table.