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Chapter 91 Blood Painting

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    You Su wants to paint, but unfortunately the surrounding environment is not very good.

    ? Luo Jiujiang had just stirred up a big wave in the center of the lake with a knife, and the boat was soaked from the beginning to the end, and there was no place to lay paper on it.

    However, this is not a problem.

    Although the ancestor of Youjia started with painting souls, in recent generations, he has not invested too much energy on painting souls, and he did not even expect You Su to make any achievements in painting souls.  You Su can paint until now only because he really loves painting.

    This young man who has never been rich in clothes and food, and doesn't even know that the flowers he is twisting is not born to stay in the flower basket, can use his fingers as a pen for a sudden inspiration, and use his daily money to maintain it.  Fingers draw lines on the thin dust of the rough wooden table, and now they can also pounce on the wet dead fish for their overflowing desire for expression, and slightly poke their round nails into the soft skin on the belly of the silver bass  .

    Luo Jiujiang swam over and took a look at the side of the boat, then smiled and said: "I see that you are a big fish, but this fish is still too small, you can't draw it, let me find you a suitable length."

    You Su slightly let go of the seabass with some regrets, obviously agreeing with Luo Jiujiang's "too small", but the center of the lake is so steamy that he doesn't touch it anywhere, and there is no paper and pen in his storage bag, just  It's not easy to let go.  He was just about to stop Luo Jiujiang from looking for a canvas for him, when a burst of cool water mist exploded in his ears.

    You Su turned his head suddenly, and saw Luo Jiujiang holding a knife in both hands, and the tip of the knife was piercing straight into the water.  I don't know how his saber energy and spiritual power came out, but I saw a water wall rising from the center of the lake out of thin air, the top running water continued to fall, and the bottom was still continuously supplied with new water, so that the water wall was always maintained at a height of one foot.

    "Your drawing paper is suitable for the occasion." Luo Jiujiang smiled and said, "I'll get you the painting ink."

    At this time, he was holding the handle of the knife with both hands without gaps, and his whole body was half submerged in the water, but although he had no free hands and feet, Luo Jiujiang still had a mouth.

    He half-raised his head, opened his eyes and was facing a vast blue sky. At this moment, the sky was cloudless, and his chest was also bright and free of haze. Qi rose from the dantian, and came out from the heart.  Hovering above, lurking in the water of the blue lake.

    The voice is low at first and then high, accumulating from vacant to full, and the long air pulses slowly come out, finally making the sound as beautiful as a bell.  There are countless fluctuations and ripples suddenly.

    The picture of hundreds of thousands of ripples overlapping is beautiful, but the power accumulated in it should not be underestimated. You Su just froze and the boat was pushed back half a foot by the water waves.  in front of you.

    Realizing that the "homework" done by Yin Sha under the clear water has been achieved, Luo Jiujiang's voice suddenly changed, and the Yin Sha he used was deeper and more powerful than before.  After a while, hundreds of small fountains appeared on the surface of Luo Jiujiang's body, and the upper end of each jet was supported by a fish that had just been hit by Luo Jiujiang's voice.

    "Asu picks up the ink!" Luo Jiujiang said energetically, "Just use your own heart as the pen!"

    Every time he uttered a word, dozens of fresh fish were cut apart by his voice, and the blood of the fish gurgled out, and was absorbed by You Su, who understood it, and merged the fresh blood and ink into a ball of color floating in the air.  red.

    "Thank you Brother Luo for giving me the good paper and ink," You Su lifted the paper and pulled the blood and ink balls two or three feet away from him into one strand in front of him.  "This painting will definitely live up to it."

    The water wall aroused by Luo Jiujiang's saber qi seems to be solidified from a distance. In fact, if you look closely, you can find that the water flow in it is constantly changing from bottom to top. It's just that Luo Jiujiang's method of manipulating the aura is stable and solid, controlling the upper and lower water flows  The flow rate is basically consistent, making it smooth and easy to use.

    The skills contained in this operation can be said to be solid and beautiful, but the water wall is a canvas after all.

    "It's inevitable that the old and new water walls will alternate, and Asu's painting should be done quickly."

    "Brother Luo, don't worry, Hua Qingxin said, you just split the lake, and I am very happy to see you."

    As expected, this painting was completed very quickly.

    In the previous painting on the floating ash on the desktop of the resting pavilion, although the lines drawn by You Su were simple, but the style was delicate enough, it is not difficult to see the years of hard work, but now this painting is driven by both desire and condition in the bottom of my heart, and finally shows the  The strokes are totally rough.

    Almost without thinking, You Su flicked his arm, and a blood line was fixed on the water wall. The turbulent lake water diluted the concentration of blood ink, but did not change its outline.  What the water wall settles is an undulating arc, which looks like a silhouette of a man with a bent elbow drawing a sword, and also like the concave and convex back of a golden sword with wild goose rings. Although there is only a line of blood red falling on the painting, the paintingThis Mr. Gongyi looks at such a talented person, how can he use such eloquent words!

    As soon as these words came out, Luo Jiujiang suddenly felt that the sight of him from the nearby boats was several times stronger and stronger, and he almost saw a hole in him.

    Luo Jiujiang: ""

    No!  He is not!  He didn't!  What a shame!

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    *1 Adapted from "The Poem of Four Sorrows" Zhang Heng's beauty gave me a golden wrong knife.  Most of the interpretations of "golden wrong knife" in the poem refer to money and knife coins, and here we only take the literal meaning.

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