My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

As long as the skills on the gray wall enter the second level, they will undergo qualitative changes.

Just like calligraphy, just looking at the structure of the font, there is no obvious difference between the second-order and the first-order peak.

But look at the whole text. Second-order words will have a special charm.

At the beginning, I copied the scriptures for Qingfengguan, but the later ones obviously have a more ethereal temperament. Just looking at the font makes people feel that the Taoist scriptures are mysterious.

Similarly, when his drawing ability entered the second level, he had a lot of knowledge in his mind.

When he draws a face plate, the general shape of different faces will appear in his brain.

When drawing eyes, all kinds of eyes, such as phoenix eyes, peach blossom eyes, triangular eyes, and watery eyes, come to mind.

Outline the bridge of the nose, and all kinds of information about the distribution of the three courts, five eyes, and facial features come one after another.

As long as a person speaks clearly enough, he can draw a seven-eighth image of the other person without seeing him.

Not only that, but the mix of various pigments is also well understood.

He also knows a thing or two about magical pigments such as insect-proof and anti-corrosion, permanent preservation, and even invisible discoloration.

Combing his hair, cleaning his beard, changing into clean clothes, holding a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and the painting he named Xiaoqian, Chen Mu left home and went straight to Anlefang.

The rice tank has bottomed out, and if it doesn't open again, he won't have any food to eat!

…

An Lefang, Ruyi Zhai.

Chen Mu found the shopkeeper and handed the only three copper plates to the other party. I rented tables, chairs, benches, and an open space at the door for a day.

Ruyi Zhai is one of the four top restaurants in Anlefang.

It mainly focuses on elegant vegetarian food, and is best at all kinds of medicated meals that warm and detoxify.

In addition to all kinds of players who are not bad money, various brothel singers also often order meals here.

The singers don't easily show their faces, but the singers always have their own servants running around.

Chen Mu is not well-known. If he wants to open up the situation as soon as possible, he has to show his works to clients as soon as possible.

He was targeting these singer servants.

Just as he was fiddling with the tables and chairs, a familiar old man walked into Ruyi Zhai.

She just entered the door and backed out. After looking at Chen Mu, she said with a half-smiling smile, "Brother, have you figured it out? You really want to sell paintings here."

This is the old painter that Chen Mu met last time.

Afterwards, Chen Mu asked someone to inquire. The other party's surname was Yan, and he was quite famous. He had been with Anlefang all his life, and many singers who had been flamboyant for a while had asked him to draw portraits.

"Eat with a mouthful of food." Chen Mu said calmly.

"Do you know who I am?" Painter Yan asked.

"Old Yan, Danqing's wonderful hand, is the guest of the singers." Chen Mu replied.

"It seems that you don't know who I am yet." Painter Yan smiled: "It's okay, you will know soon."

After speaking, Shi Shiran walked into Ruyi Zhai for dinner.

Chen Mu's face was inexplicable.

Isn't he the painter Yan? Any special identity?

Seeing the increase in the number of people in Ruyi Zhai, Chen Mu pressed his doubts into his heart.

Set up the table, chairs and benches, spread the painting Xiaoqian on the table, and use the inkstone paperweight to hold down the corners. Chen Mu sat confidently behind the table and waited.

Originally, the painting should have been framed and hung up so that it would be more conspicuous.

Unfortunately, Chen Mu ran out of money.

It was noon now, and it was the time when the singers of the various families started to get up and eat.

The maids and servants walked out of the brothels and went to rouge shops, cloth houses, jewelry shops and other places. Ruyizhai also divides a group of people.

These people saw Chen Mu at the door and the paintings on the table at a glance.

The vivid three-dimensional painting method, like the similarity of photos, attracts people in an instant.

Not long after, there was a circle of people around Chen Mu's desk.

There was that clever one who had already taken the lunch box and ran back quickly.

Chen Mu glanced at the back of a maid who was leaving quickly, and was overjoyed.

It looks like it will open soon.

Don't say, that girl just now was pretty good-looking.

Then the singer she serves is not far behind.

Not only can you make money, but you can also look at beautiful singers.

"I'm on the right track!"

But before the beautiful maid came back, an old man came to the door first.

"Butler Li?" Chen Mu asked suspiciously.

"What did you draw?" Butler Li had a cold face as always, and his words were extraordinarily concise.

"I drew it." Chen Mu answered honestly.

"Follow me." Taking another look at the lifelike portrait on the table, Butler Li said lightly.

This is... for business? !

Chen Mu was overjoyed, and hurriedly rolled up the painting and collected the pen and ink. He shouted at Ruyizhai Xiaoer and asked him to help move the tables and chairs in, and quickly followed Steward Li.

I don't know who the picture is for.

Could it be that Butler Li had a relationship in Anlefang?

No, it's more likely that the young master of the Wang family is hiding the beauty here.

…

Chen Mu left with the painting Xiaoqian, and the onlookers also dispersed.

Painter Yan, who did not know when he walked out of Ruyi Zhai again, stood silently at the table.

"Old Yan, is it the old rules?" A strong man appeared behind him.

"Selling paintings here without passing our Miaohuafang nodding, this kid just needs to clean up." Another skinny guy also smiled and continued: "Old Yan, don't worry, this kind of stunned youth, you can know it by beating him. It's the rules."

Painter Yan has been with Anlefang all his life.

Since he was young, he has been giving people portraits, and because of his outstanding painting skills, he quickly became famous.

Miaohuafang values ​​its skills and uses various means to force it to join.

Later, as his skills increased greatly, he gradually gained a foothold in the Miaohua Workshop.

After getting enough benefits, he joined forces with Miaohuafang to control the book portrait business of Anlefang.

Many scholars who sell paintings for a living are either forced to join the Miaohuafang to work hard, or they are driven away by various means.

Painter Yan stared at the long table where the paintings were placed just now and pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Find out his background. If there is no background, find an opportunity to interrupt his hands."

The two people, one tall and the other short, looked at each other. This was to destroy that scholar!

"Yes." The two nodded quickly.

Painter Yan nodded in satisfaction, thinking about the vivid portrait, and snorted coldly.

The painting is very good, but it is too good!

So good that he couldn't imitate it at all.

This kind of person joins the workshop, which is a threat to him.

He has been with the painting workshop for half his life, and he has been a powerful man for a long time. He doesn't want to be overturned when he grows old.

"Then it can only ruin you."

…

Chen Mu quickly followed Butler Li.

Walking and walking, he actually left Anlefang.

"Not in Anlefang? Could it be that the eldest son of the Wang family, Jinwu Zangjiao, raised a concubine outside?"

The two got into the carriage and rushed into the city along Dongshi Street.

Sitting in the car, Butler Li kept quiet and closed his eyes, and Chen Mu was not easy to talk to, so he could only look at the scenery from the car window.

As the carriage moved, the buildings on both sides of the street were organized. The flow of people has also changed significantly.

The streets on the ground are paved with bluestone, and the houses have changed from small courtyards to deep courtyards.

About a quarter of an hour later, the two of them came to a red lacquered gate.

Chen Mu recognized this place as the Wang Family Courtyard, the owner of the house he rented.

Which lady from the Wang family needs a portrait?

It may be that when it comes to the wedding, the family prepares a portrait for a blind date.

Butler Li most likely went to painter Yan.

"Hey, am I taking that old man's business?" Chen Mu thought happily.

Follow Butler Li and enter through the side door.

Along the way, the rockery and water, the pavilions and the pavilions, made Chen Mu sigh with emotion, worthy of being a big family.

Then he was led by Steward Li to the inner courtyard, where seven or eight servants waited in the courtyard.

Some carry water basins, some hold towels, and some carry food boxes.

As soon as he walked into the house, a strong medicinal smell hit his nostrils.

Is this lady still ill?

"Master, the painter is here." Butler Li walked over to a middle-aged man in his forties and said respectfully.

"He?" The middle-aged man looked at Chen Mu suspiciously.

Butler Li reached out and took the painting from Chen Mu's hand and unfolded it halfway to show the middle-aged person to watch it.

"Not bad. Just him." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and nodded in satisfaction.

"Come with me." Butler Li waved to Chen Mu and walked into the inner room.

"This is my master, please paint a portrait of Mr. Li." Butler Li motioned for Chen Mu to look at the bed and whispered: "Master is seriously ill, and in case of an accident, it is better to leave a look for future generations."

Chen Mu stared blankly, and a pale old man was lying on his back on the bed in a coma.

"The first-class pen and ink are ready, let's do it."

Chen Mu: "..."

This... This is for me to draw a portrait!

What about the beautiful lady?