Chapter 7: Teacher and Student.

On the grassland not far from the river bank, Lu Fangqing set up his easel and slowly depicted with his paintbrush. His movements were slow but uninterrupted, exuding an elegant charm that was truly captivating.

The gift of water chestnut is even more distressed: "How should it be drawn?"

Li Xianling stood in front of the canvas with a paintbrush in hand, about to apply ink. However, she hesitated and stopped with a troubled expression. After a long while, she still couldn't bring herself to start painting and turned to ask Lu Fangqing for help: "Sir, what should I paint?"

She wrinkled her little nose and approached politely, saying, "Sir, I also want to draw."

What do you want to see now?

By the small river outside Yangzhou City, the trees are lush and the fragrance of flowers and plants wafts through the air. Mixed within is the scent of earth, exuding the essence of life.

Lufang Qing fell silent for a moment, recalling the pursuit of the past fifteen years, that dream-like memory, and said, "Any artist must first know what they want to paint, only then can the paintings they create have meaning."

And at this moment, a magical scene appeared. From that pitch-black paper, Li Qianling clearly saw several lines crisscrossing and connecting with each other, forming a vivid picture with lively carps leaping on the paper.

The sun sets in the west, the dusk gradually descends. Lu Fangqing stands behind Li Xianling, watching her draw stroke by stroke, many of which are drawn in the black areas and repeated continuously.

Mr. ... Lixianling rubbed his forehead, pouted, and then pulled up Lufangqing's sleeve. "Sir, what are you drawing?"

The river, trees, flowers, and grass in the painting are so vivid and lifelike, as if they want to absorb the scenery of the small river outside Yangzhou City. No, perhaps they have already done so, who knows. Then, Li Qianling saw the figure running by the river, only the outline, but she could vaguely sense her feelings. It's just that this painting is not yet complete.

Lu Fangqing lightly tapped the smooth forehead of Li Xianling and said, "Call the master."

礼荨菱道: "If I keep drawing dots and lines, eventually the canvas will be filled. At that time, although there will be plenty of dots and lines, they will only turn the white paper into black paper, and nothing can be drawn."

The reed mace is seriously pondering the method mentioned by Lu Fangqing before speaking out this question, thinking that Lu Fangqing might have a solution, but only heard Lu Fangqing say, "Then wait until the white paper is really filled, and then we'll take a good look."

It's just dots and lines no matter how many there are, not a painting.

Lufangqing's smile did not fade away, it was not mocking, but rather carried satisfaction and appreciation, which surprised Lishenling. She thought she had misunderstood and couldn't comprehend.