Bauhinia’s Decree Chapter 1123: A different kind of feeling

Putting down the writing brush in his hand, Nan Feng looked at Mr. Nan Xiang, "Father, do you see how the writing works? All these years I've picked up the brush to draw formations, and I almost forgot how to write."

Nan Xiangjun waved his hand, and after not letting Nan Feng speak, he went to the desk and carefully looked at every word Nan Feng wrote.

"Okay! Vigorous and powerful, with a good look, it should be said to be a top-notch work. If my son does not take the road of cultivation, he will also be a great talent full of geniuses. Not to mention the boldness of the font, even this word is not a person." It can be done, and it feels like a story." After watching it for a while, Mr. Nanxiang said with some emotion.

"This poem is called Manjianghong. It is indeed an allusion, it should be said to be a tragic allusion. Father, please sit down, mother, please sit down!" Nan Feng asked Fen Qingyun and others who had stood up to sit down.

After sitting down, Fen Qingyun anxiously asked Nan Feng to explain the poem. She is a master of magic alchemy. She usually studies poems and songs with Xiao Qin, the Chinese merchant princess and others, and she also has the feelings of a talented woman.

"This is about a general's determination to regain his homeland, and the sadness is because this loyal minister was framed by a treacherous minister..." Nan Feng told about Yue Wumu's anti-golden affairs, and others were just telling the story , but what Nan Feng said was sentimental.

"Son, I will keep this word for my father." Lord Nanxiang said.

"Father likes it, so just take it. Although this word is a bit lacking, I think it's good in terms of strength." Nan Feng said with a smile.

"Somewhat lacking? Brother, you are too modest. If you put this word out, the world's literati and poets will be ashamed. In fact, you are quite wronged, brother. You are full of knowledge... No one knows! No one knows!" Nan Yi felt a little emotional .

"Nan Yi, your elder brother is now a martial artist, but a relatively accomplished one." Nan Feng said with a smile.

"No, elder brother is not a martial artist. In Nan Yi's heart, elder brother is a gentleman, and elder brother has a sense of immortality! There have been people in Xianshenghai who ascended and became immortals. One day, elder brother will do the same." Hearing Nanyi Feng said he was a martial artist, but Nan Yi disagreed.

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, let's not talk about the piano, my husband, your guitar is a must; we also know how good your chess skills are; the calligraphy was just shown, but the painting is missing, it's a pity that the husband is not proficient in painting." Crowe Shuang Hua looked at Nan Feng with a smile and said.

"I keep a low profile and don't want to show off. Why do you force me? Come here! Go to the street to buy drawing paper, and a charcoal pencil for carpenters." Nan Feng turned to Ji Yan Nan's guard who was on guard. shouted.

As for colored paintings, Nanfeng can't get things with delicate styles, but he learned sketching from his comrades in the military academy, so he can do simple sketches and depictions. , He felt that his foundation was still there.

Nanfeng has something to arrange, so the guards of Jiyan Nan's family are naturally going to do it as soon as possible. In addition, the small building by the lake is also lively. Teng? appeared with Chu Yuhuang, Teng? originally planned to take Chuyu Huang with him A member of the Huanyi Pavilion came over when he saw the excitement here, and He Yi told her what was going on.

Teng? It was a look of seeing a joke. She knew about Nan Feng's past, and knew that Nan Feng was talented in governing the country, doing business, and serving as a soldier. of.

Soon, the guards of Ji Yannan's family bought the paper and pens back.

Nan Feng pressed the drawing paper, "Shuanghua, if you say I can't do it, let's make one on the spot, and you just stand by the railing and don't move."

Stretched out his hand and tapped Ke Luo Shuanghua, Nan Feng closed his eyes and thought for a while, then picked up the charcoal pencil used by carpenters, and started to move on the drawing paper, the breeze, the wicker, the lake water, the body of Ke Luo Shuanghua His posture and face are all vivid on the paper.

After finishing the overall drawing, Nan Feng looked at Ke Luo Shuanghua, thought again, and drew the eyes.

When Ke Luoshuanghua's beautiful eyes appear on the drawing paper, this simple black and white painting has a charm.

Teng? Pick it up first and look at it, "It's amazing, a craftsman's charcoal can make a vivid picture scroll, never heard of it."

Afterwards, this painting was circulated among other people.

"Brother, why don't you use colors or dyes?" Nan Yi looked at Nan Feng, feeling a little puzzled in his heart. All painters in this world use alchemy pigments in their paintings, so color paintings are popular.

"When your elder brother was young, his living conditions were poor, so he probably didn't even have the chance to touch dyes." Fen Qingyun took a blame that didn't belong to her.

"My mother thinks too much. In fact, she draws at will. A charcoal pencil and a piece of paper are enough. It takes too much time to color and dye. Your son doesn't have that effort. Your son is a person who does great things." Nan Feng smiled and said to Fen Qingyun.

Fen Qingyun looked at Nan Feng and smiled, she thought that Nan Feng didn't want her to be sad, in her world, her son was the most considerate of others, the most understanding.

"Okay, all of you don't say there are things I can't do, there's nothing you can't do." Nan Feng patted himself on the chest, no one can stop Nan Feng's coquettish and crazy costume journey at this time.

"Maybe you're just good at drawing wives. If you're really good at drawing one, draw me one too." Teng? looked at Nan Feng and said.

"You just want a painting that belongs to you. You can just say so, and I'll make it happen for you! Put on the shape, you're wearing a skirt today, it's different from your usual charm, and you really should keep it as a souvenir." Nan Feng smiled. Laughing, he understands Teng's little thoughts.

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Then Teng? leaped forward and landed on the guardrail of the small building by the lake.

Easy! Nan Feng walked away with a charcoal pen, and a picture of flying immortals was released. Nan Feng was moved by his thoughts and wrote it again.

"Okay, this is a painting that belongs exclusively to you. Go get the scroll and frame it yourself." Nan Feng pointed at the painting in front of the falling phoenix.

After looking at it, Teng? nodded in satisfaction, "I don't like those good-for-nothing guys who are full of literary talent, but you're pretty good."

Nan Feng was very helpless about Teng?'s evaluation. Teng?

Seeing that everyone was interested, Nan Feng made a few more paintings for everyone, and this matter came to an end.

Through what happened today, Teng? and the others also knew that Nan Feng was not a vulgar martial artist, but a man with sentiment and talent.

After staying with his family for a while, Nan Feng went into seclusion. He now has ghost energy for soul power training and Buddha relics for vitality training, so the road to improvement is very smooth.

In addition, the Ascension to Ascension that Nan Yi mentioned that day had a great impact on Nan Feng, and he also yearned extremely in his heart to achieve Ascension to Ascension, so that he would not practice in vain, and he would be a real strong man.

Of course, even if it could be done, Nan Feng would not let what happened to the first Ascended Ascendant happen to him. There are his relatives and friends in this world, he must have a stability, a stability played by a strong power.