Chapter 51 Ink in Painting, Writing infatuation, Painting infatuation

The ink channel fell to the ground, and the juice did not touch Lin Yi's body. He still wore the clean new clothes and walked slowly inside. Deep eyes stared at everyone in the studio, showing their sharpness.

The steady footsteps stepped on the precious wooden board on the ground, and the soles of the shoes stepped on the wet ink, making a crackling sound of pressing water droplets. Lin Yi's walking pace is not slow. The strange thing is that he did not splash a drop of dirty ink under his feet, but left clear footprints that were stunned by the soles of his shoes.

There are two rows of footprints, divided into left and right, walking along the traces of landscape painting on the ground, as if he had walked a bright road in this painting.

Many noble disciples looked at Lin Yi without any appreciation. No one would care what patterns the ink formed after landing, and no one would notice that Lin Yi's footsteps were step by step. Because in their hearts, there is only the most straightforward loss, lost because of the inexplicable separation of ink, and lost because Lin Yi easily avoided ink, but they never scruples about the unusual things done by this seemingly ugly but mysterious outsider.

"Eat the young master with a punch!" A white and fat teenager in brocade suddenly gushed out of the crowd and attacked Lin Yi with his clenched right hand. The shouts in the mouth are domineering and awe-inspiring, and there is a blush on the fat and snow-white face and skin. It was originally a very lovely face and body, but at this moment, the teenager behaved very poorly.

When everyone saw him coming up, they made way one after another, afraid of blocking the other party's attack. But Lin Yi looked sideways at a young fat man who didn't know what to do, and his body did not avoid it at all. Junxiu's face suddenly became cold, and the other party's repeated provocations made him not want to tolerate it anymore. Moreover, a person's patience was always limited, and Lin Yi just reached this limit.

Therefore, he wants to respond to this little fat man who doesn't know good or evil.

It was also a white right hand attacking out, but Lin Yi did not punch like the chubby teenager before. He stretched out his slender five fingers and slowly rotated in the air, with a clever and soft sense of rhythm, like a graceful sunflower leaf blooming, and firmly wrapped around the fat like a long snake coming out of a hole. On the fat teenager's right arm, he suddenly punched the fat teenager into the empty space.

The right arm was entangled, and the fat teenager's face was stunned, and he wanted to pull back. However, Lin Yi's right hand seemed to grow on his body, making it impossible to get rid of and difficult to withdraw. How can a big and arrogant little fat hand fall into the hands of a practitioner who has experienced life and death? How can it be as easy to break free as the attack? The result is even more imagined.

Lin Yi felt the struggle of the other party. With a bad face, he did not want to let go easily. Moreover, in the face of these ignorant rich brothers, if he did not catch one person to set an image, then the other party would never stop bothering himself. Therefore, for this effect, he directly grabbed the other party's right hand and suddenly exerted the force, and suddenly began to soar with the trend of rotation, pulling the body of the fat teenager up to more than 200 catties directly out of the crowd.

A fourteen or five-year-old camel teenager pulled a fat man weighing 200 catties, and pulled so easily and naturally.

The chubby teenager's gyro-like body jumped high from mid-air, and his fierce face was full of fear. Without waiting for the dirty rough mouth to burst out again, his right arm was dislocated and fractured by the power of Lin Yi's rotation. The bones clicked, and the pain from the meridians and broken bones made the teenager grin and dare not speak again.

With a bang.

Someone's huge body had a close contact with the floor, and suddenly splashed countless star-like black ink. After the top was stained with ink, it looked like a big black ball rolling on the board, but this strong collision, the chubby teenager also completely destroyed the perfect mountain painted on the board. Water painting.

Lin Yi loosened his right hand and walked away with a frown.

He may not be happy to subdue the other party, because as long as the other party has a little *, the trouble will come again and again, and this time he will inevitably stain a few subtle ink marks on the foot of his trousers, as if some black rice beads stick to his snow-white trousers.

"Ah, it hurts so much." The fat tiger teenager kept rolling on the board, shouting bitterly, regardless of the dirty feather ink soaked his gorgeous brocade robe. The pain from his arms and body almost made him crazy. He couldn't stand such a miserable pain. He continued to scold, "You ugly stinky camel, you who killed thousands of knives dare to hurt me. I will definitely ask my father to kill you and hurt me to death!!"

Lin Yi heard all the other party's words, but he didn't want to make a statement anymore, so he chose to turn a blind eye.

Lin Yicai will not be afraid of the threat of the other party. He is a veritable practitioner. Even if he kills hundreds of elite knights who come to the empire face to face, he will inevitably only kill them without mercy, and it is the ill-good fat man who asked for pain. Teaching a lesson is just self-defense.

Turning around and looking at the rest of the students in the studio with deep ink pupils, Lin Yi found that there was a trace of fear in their eyes, which made Lin Yi very satisfied in the bottom of his heart, because he knew that the killing elephant he had made had achieved the effect.

He shook his hand and walked straight forward without stopping at all, walking towards the middle-aged man on the stage.

When the young man outside the court saw that Lin Yi was so clean and neat, he smiled happily, and then guarded the door with boredom. Behind Lin Yi, those Guang University students who were going to be bad kept thinking about it. Fortunately, no one dared to attack Lin Yi again.

Lin Yi walked to the painting table and found that Mr. Jiaohua was looking at a yellow-shirted woman painting, with a calm face like a pool of winter lake, quiet and peaceful.

It has not been affected by the previous fights and noises. The yellow-shirted woman's obsession and concentration on painting made Lin Yi feel the same. In those years, he could draw a few days and nights without sleep, days and nights without eating, or even days and nights.

If you don't enter the painting, you can't stop, you can't draw, you can't leave, you can't finish the painting, you can't stop.

The back of the yellow-shirted woman was very beautiful, soft and slim at a glance. Lin Yi stood behind him, so he couldn't see the other party's face clearly, but he felt that a woman with a beautiful body like her would be as ugly. He paced forward without making a sound. The only visible yellow-shirted woman's white and green finger gently held the purple pen. The right lotus root arm kept swinging up and down above the beige rice paper, and the purple pen pinched with her finger outlined traces of pen and ink on the white paper.

Lin Yi approached the woman and never disturbed this Qingning mood. He looked straight at the yellow-shirted woman painting and did not look at her face, because he found that the gentleman beside him was also obsessed with the painting and did not move.

Unconsciously, time gradually passed with the painting of the yellow-shirted woman, and the little fat man and the rest of the students in the studio had already left in confusion. Lin Yi watched the paintings on the rice paper becoming more and more complete and soft, and began to be fascinated. For a moment, it seemed that they were trapped, and the three merged into this rare calm at the same time.

Mr. and Lin Yi looked at the yellow-shirted woman painting at the same time and never moved. Only the yellow-shirted woman kept sweeping her hands and gently pressed the ancient fragrant stone inkstone on the right corner of the rice paper from time to time with the purple hair in her hand.

The purple was stained with thick feather ink, and the yellow-shirted woman gently put the tip of the purple pen into the clear bucket, making an extremely clean water add a black lotus that fainted around in an instant, and the black lotus became so beautiful and enchanting after gently melted in the rippled bucket.

The ink stained with water dripped on the rice paper and immediately spread along the lines on the rice paper, forming soft lotus petals. The feather ink slowly changed from thick to light on the drawing paper. The yellow-shirted woman gently picked the purple tip of the pen, added a few silk-colored ink strokes from the lotus petals, and then replaced the purple hair stained with black feather ink with a precious sheep pen.

The sheep is soft and delicate, and the tip of the pen is lightly stained with some peach and snow-white material. The yellow-shirted woman gently touched her hand on the beige rice paper, like a little cinnabar, and suddenly a gorgeous lotus bud appeared on the light drawing paper full of ink.

And because of this faint lotus bud, the whole picture in the tone of dark gray becomes very lively, and in Lin Yi's opinion, this lotus bud is a little looming, just like a woman bathing in a hot spring in winter, and the fog covers her fairy-like face, which looks very beautiful. People.

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