The scholar took down the painting and began to roll it up.While waiting, Mo Qian paced over to the writing desk and found that there was an unfinished landscape on it.Although it was only half done, Mo Qian could already form a judgment.This scholar's brushwork was strongest in landscapes and meticulous work, but he was not as skilled with ladies' figures.It was probably not a matter of ability, but of inclination.It seemed this man was someone of elevated and refined taste.Mo Qian suddenly noticed the brush resting on the brush stand.His eyes shifted, and he reached out and picked it up, saying silently: "Read the spirit."Instrument: Wolf-hair brushSpirit Level: First LevelDevouring Requirements: Host's Mental Power Level 1 (Satisfied)Devouring Effect: Brushwork Like Divine Guidance, Primary Level.As soon as Mo Qian saw that set of data, he smiled slightly and said silently: "Devour!"The thin scholar finished wrapping the painting and handed it to Mo Qian.Mo Qian put d

At this moment, at the intersection opposite Huayinglou, a figure suddenly appeared beneath an old locust tree.The person was wearing a short brown jacket and had a sturdy build.He had a bag hanging from one shoulder, with brushes, pigments, cinnabar and other things inside.In his right hand was a large painting frame, with a small folding stool hanging from his wrist.A knife was tied at his waist, and a lantern was held in his left hand.He was truly a walking human coat rack!This person had an ordinary face, with a dark complexion.Mo Qian walked under the old locust tree, first set down the painting frame and the stool beneath it, then drew his knife and planted the oxtail blade into the trunk of the old locust tree, and then hung the lantern from the handle of the knife.The dim light of the lantern immediately cast a mottled yellow glow around him.Then Mo Qian set up the painting frame, removed the cover from the drawing board, leaving only a clean piece of rice paper on it

Mo Qian watched Jiang Qingyu and his servant leave, and lowered his head to see the face value of the banknote in his hand. "One hundred taels?!"Mo Qian smiled dumbly. "This young master is really generous. My business is a good start!"Jiang Qingyu did not get on the Qingzong horse again. Huaying Building was across the street. He just crossed the street to get there.He only held the painting and walked in front, and the servant Jiang Rong led the horse behind."Jiang Rong, I will show this painting to Miss Lan Ying later, she will be happy! She won't be angry with me anymore, maybe she can even sing a little song for me tonight...""Sir, don't be too optimistic. It's just a painting, Miss Lan Ying is so angry, how can she be so happy?""Jiang Rong, you don't understand!" Jiang Qingyu wanted to say something, but suddenly thought that Jiang Rong had never learned calligraphy and painting, and if he said too much, it would be like playing the lute to a cow, so he sighed and said, "J

As soon as Hongxue arrived at the door, she was surrounded by several geishas who were welcoming guests. Several people looked at the painting and started to quarrel."Is this you, Hongxue!""How can this not be me!""This is Hongxue. Look at her eyebrows and lips.""This is called a portrait!" Hongxue said firmly."Photo?""Yes. With my brush, I will give you your...original appearance." Hong Xue repeated the slogan she heard from Jiang Qingyu in a somewhat stiff manner.Soon, the six geishas who were welcoming guests at the entrance of Huayinglou gathered in front of Mo Qian's stall.Mo Qian was delighted when he saw that the business was booming. He maintained order and said, "Everyone line up, one by one!"Soon, a line formed under the old locust tree diagonally opposite Huayinglou. These geishas with makeup and colorful flowers made the originally desolate street instantly become like a spring garden, chirping, lively and fragrant.Hu Huanhuan is already in her forties this year,

Mo Qian melted the waist card and handed it to the old man.When the old man took it, he took a closer look at the light of dusk, looked up, looked up, and looked at Mo Qian, and said, "Are you an apprentice dart teacher?"Mo Qian nodded.The old man returned the waist card to Mo Qian, and he laughed. He said: "The apprentice dart divine came, you seem to be the first one!""One money silver."Mo Qian took out a coin, crushed the silver, and handed it to the old man.The old man took it and handed a key to Mo, which had a number of boilers on it.Mo Qian accepted the key, and the old man covered himself with the quilt and lay down again.Mo Qian looked at the black and greasy dirty quilt and shook his head slightly.This old man is actually not an ordinary person.Most people can not enter the middle courtyard and come to the pharmaceutical furnace room.He is the father of the Yuanshun Dart Bureau, and the current father of President Luan Jing pays."My old father is like this. This