Chapter 28 (1/2)

But is it really the case?

Yan Chuan wrote down one stroke at a time. Liu Jin leaned close and could see clearly that there was a painting on the white cloth.

Although it is only outlined in black, but on this monotonous color, but let Liu Jin see vitality.

Bamboo house? What Yan Chuan painted is the bamboo house where he lived before?

Looking at this painting, Liu Jin has a kind of unreal feeling, as if, here is the bamboo house.

Several small bamboo houses, a small yard. Yan Chuan did not paint the mountains behind him or the bamboo groves around him. He only painted the yard of the small bamboo house.

The strong wind and heavy rain on the lake make a huge whirlpool in the lake.

All the officers and men were astonished.

Yan Chuan's forehead overflowed with a trace of sweat, but his hands kept painting one by one.

”Bang!”

Purple Jade brush suddenly a crisp sound, into powder, with the wind blown away.

Yan Chuan did not stop. He picked up the last Purple Jade brush and started painting again.

Boom! There was a roar in the lake.

In the sky, the girl's eyes were wide.

”Perhaps only Mr. Wen Ruo can compare this with his writing ability?” The girl swallowed her throat.

”Oh!” The crane was restless.

”What's the matter? Little crane The girl asked.

”Oh, Ho, Ho!” The crane screamed.

”What? The spirit of dragon veins? Do you feel the change of the earth's Dragon Qi? ” The girl said unexpectedly.

”Oh!” The crane kept nodding.

”The spirit of dragon veins? Although it is only a small dragon vein, it can accumulate for thousands of years, and there must be a certain amount of dragon Qi. Is it not true that he wants to absorb the Dragon Qi here The girl said strangely.

Below, a painting has been made.

There is a crack in the brush again.

Yan Chuan's brush strokes at a painting.

”NAH Yan Chuan called softly.

”Boom At the mouth of the whirlpool in the lake, a strong wind suddenly gushed out.

The strong wind blows into the sky and dissipates the surrounding clouds and fog in an instant. Then, it fell down and fell into Yan Chuan's paintings.

Surging out of the water, surging into the painting. Vaguely, you can see the wind contains a touch of gold.

”The gas of the dragon vein is really the gas of the earth's dragon vein!” The girl in the sky said in surprise.

”Boom!”

The mountains all around shook suddenly. It's like an earthquake.

A whole time of incense. The earthquake stopped.

”Bang!” The whirlpool of the lake closed.

The strong wind also entered Yan Chuan's paintings. The sky was bright again.

Yan Chuan's brush in his hand painted falsely again.

”Close!”

”Bang!” The purple jade brush turned into powder again.

When the second brush was exhausted, Yan Chuan was already sweating and pale. However, the painting is completely finished.