As soon as Jiang Ru finished speaking, Liu Ang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed.

Originally, Li Dan, who was in the limelight recently, was the main writer, and the mural was already very substantial. In addition, another Qianyuan scholar, a strange thing taught by the white dragon in his dream, this painting will definitely leave a stroke in the historical books.

The fairy girl on the wall has been painted 80% of the time, and most of them have been erased around noon.

Li Chan had dinner in the soup restaurant and came to the mural.

The way to paint the work of the supervisor is to draw the powder first, then draw the draft on the wall with red ochre, and then color it.

Jiang Ru’s painting rules are different. First, use a wooden rotten seed burned from fine willow branches to outline the outline on the wall.

The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, and the heat of shining jade and flowing gold almost burns the charcoal marks on the wall.

Everyone who was about to serve as a prison went to the eaves of Longyou Tangyu Sun Hall, which was more than ten feet deep, to hide. Only two scholars were not afraid of exposure to the sun, and were still under the murals.

Jiang Ru was stained with charcoal chips on her hands, and while focusing on painting, she said, "When I was learning to paint, Mr. Xu repeatedly reminded her that painting should be done with nine decays."

The so-called Nine Decays means that the wood decays are drawn and modified many times and the outline of the draft is determined before the draft can be officially drawn.

"I asked again, is it necessary to stop the painting of the Three Thousand Miles of Jiangling in Xu Gong a one-stop work? Later I realized that it was already a higher level, but I was not good at learning the arts, so I could only revise it repeatedly to draw it without embarrassing."

Li Chan said: "Learning painting is like practicing. Every step is to make progress, and there will always be improvements."

Jiang Ru blew away the excess charcoal powder on the wall and turned around and asked, "What realm is Li Lang reaching?"

"I?" Li Chan smiled, "Although I have a good hand, I can't force it."

"You said it just like you didn't say it." Jiang Ru continued to paint.

The painter next to him asked: "The two bachelors, lead, cinnabar, stone and other objects are here, but what are there?"

Li Chan thought for a while and said, "Since Mr. Jiang wants to draw a white dragon, please bring more chalk." As he said that, he glanced at Jiang Ru.

Jiang Ru said again: "You also need some yellow dan."

The painter brought the pottery tray, which contained ripe persimmon-colored powder. "Some of Huang Dan, some, some, Master Jiang, can this color be used?"

Jiang Ru glanced from a distance and nodded.

The painter was about to put down the pottery plate, but Li Chan said "Wait", picked up some yellow pills, grind them on his fingertips, and smelled them.

The painter saw Li Chan frowning slightly and asked carefully: "What advice does Mr. Li have?"

Li Chan asked: "Didn't you use yellows in this yellow pill?"

The painter said in surprise: "It is worthy of being Mr. Li. There is not much sulfur left in the library, and it is used to fumigate medicinal materials, and it is short of a moment. These yellow pills were replaced by orchid and lead powder to be refined..."

Li Chan shook his head, "Other yellow should not be used together with lead powder yellow elixir. Otherwise, if it is used on the mural, it will change color in a short time."

The painter was stunned and held the pottery plate, forgot to put it down for a moment. These yellow pills were made by him, and this matter could be big or small. If the two bachelors replaced other paints, he would not be punished. If the yellow pills were indispensable and delayed painting, even if the two bachelors didn't say anything, Liu Shaojian would definitely pursue it.

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Seeing the painter's expression frightened, Li Chan comforted him and said, "It's not that you have to use yellow pills. Is this yellow pill used to practice painting or throw it away? Just pay attention when practicing next time."

The painter was still a little nervous, but Li Chan smiled and patted him on the shoulder and told him to leave.

Jiang Ru stopped writing and watched from the side. After the painter left, she smiled and said, "You are fine. I have done good things, but I have no yellow pill available. Could it be that you can practice some for me now?"

"It will take two days to use it now."

"What should I do?"

"There is a solution at that time."

...

Liu Ang was hiding from the sun at Yuri. The weather was almost making people feel hot, but now it is inexplicably wet. Although he is hiding under the eaves of the palace, he feels like he has entered a steamer. After a while, he sweats like slurry, and his breeze is tightly attached to his chest.

The old painter came over from afar, wiping sweat nervously. Liu Ang drank all the plum soup sent by the palace maid and went over and asked anxiously: "What's wrong?"

The painter concealed his guilt and replied, "The two bachelors painted very smoothly."

Liu Ang looked at the painter suspiciously for a few seconds, then looked to the north from afar, and saw that the charcoal mark on the white wall had gradually become a dragon. So he nodded without a doubt.

At this time, a light ejaculation came from behind.

Liu Ang turned around and stood under the shadow of the eaves of the prison's right school office and looked up at the sky. He followed the eyes of the right school office order and followed the slight exclamation.

According to the calendar of Sitianjian, it is just two days after the Little Summer Summer, and today is a sunny day. Early in the morning, Toutuo, a traveler from major temples in Yujing, also reported "the weather is bright" along the street. The weather should not be wrong. Just now, the sun was still scorching. Why has some dark clouds gathered in the sky and turned cloudy?

...

Under the north wall of Longyou Tang, Jiang Ru put down Mu Jizi, raised her hand to cover the sunlight on her forehead, and raised her head and said, "It's finally cooler."

Li Chan also raised her head and squinted her eyes: "It's a good thing to cool down, I'm afraid it will rain."

Jiang Ru said: "The weather should be calculated as the supervisor. Otherwise, the shed would not be equipped with the shed, and the oil cloth was not covered with a piece."

Li Chan withdrew her gaze and mixed the chalk in the basin, "It's time for the dragon to look like it."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Ru took a few steps back, picked up her arms, and looked at the dragon shape on the wall. "I always feel that it is not very exciting here." She pointed Mu Jiuzi at the dragon beard.

Li Chan looked at it, "It's already good."

Jiang Ru shook her head: "I want to draw the posture of the dragon whiskers in the water. When I draw it, it seems to rise in the wind."

Li Chan pondered for a while, "Try it for me."

Jiang Ru handed over Mu Jizi, Li Chan took the veil, wiped the dragon whiskers, and outlined a few more strokes.

"By the way!" Jiang Ru clapped her hands, as if she saw the white dragon in the spiritual book again, and the dragon's beard seemed to be floating at the bottom of the water.

She looked at Li Chan in surprise and exclaimed: "It's amazing!"

Li Chan didn't hear Jiang Ru talking. When he was painting the dragon just now, he had a strange feeling. At that moment, the white dragon seemed to be coming back to life. This feeling was a little similar to when he painted the cyan mat in Xunning Palace. But before he could figure out what was different, the feeling suddenly faded away.

Coming back to his senses, he asked Jiang Ru, "How is it now?"

Jiang Ru said happily: "It's just about coloring! However, if you need to use yellow pills on the dragon's belly, where can you get it? Don't just dig some mud on the lake."

"This is easy to deal with." Li Chan smiled, picked up the ink cup, picked up the pen and drew it.

The brush was dipped in black pine smoke ink and applied to the dragon's belly, but a yellow color swam out.

At the same time, the yellow pill powder on the table also became a little lighter.
Chapter completed!