In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Chapter 250: Poetry and Painting, Shuiyue's Surprise
"Cooperate?"

"How do you want me to cooperate?"

Shuiyue frowned slightly, her eyes full of suspicion.

But looking at Su Han's confident look, he couldn't help but feel a little expectant and curious.

Hearing this, Su Han subconsciously thought of his best 'artistic' painting of the human body, but Shuiyue was still angry and would not cooperate at all.

"The timing is not yet ripe..."

Thinking about it, Su Han pointed to the window not far away.

"Master, you just need to sit in front of this window and maintain your most natural posture."

“Even if you do nothing, it is still the most beautiful.”

"Humph, you are trying to trick me again."

Shuiyue snorted lightly, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and it was not difficult to tell that she enjoyed it very much.

Then he stood up, walked to the window, and sat down as he was told.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at the bright moon outside the window. The evening breeze blew gently, and a few strands of hair fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of gentleness and elegance.

At this time, Su Han took out rice paper and a paintbrush from the ring.

His gaze fell on Shuiyue, his eyes full of concentration, as if he wanted to engrave every bit of her charm into his heart.

After just looking at it for a while, Su Han still didn't start writing.

Shaking his head, he couldn't help but mutter: "No..."

"I always feel like there's something missing..."

Shuiyue was immersed in this quiet atmosphere. She couldn't help but look puzzled when she heard this, and her beautiful eyes turned to look at Su Han.

"What's wrong?"

Su Han didn't say anything, but walked forward.

Looking at Shuiyue, he thought for a while, then raised his hand and gently pulled Shuiyue's clothes down a little.

In an instant, the cold and aloof Master Shuiyue, paired with this barely revealing outfit, is a perfect combination of coldness and seduction, like a naturally beautiful painting.

There was a flash of surprise in Su Han's eyes, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

"That's right!"

Shuiyue snorted and looked at Su Han, "Does this feel right?"

Su Han nodded quickly, and said firmly: "Of course, Master is perfect."

Shuiyue spat again, but did not refuse.

After all, with her relationship with Su Han, hasn’t Su Han seen everything about her?

In fact, Su Han is more familiar with her body than she is herself.

But she was still skeptical, "If you can't draw well, I'll make fun of you."

Su Han smiled confidently, "It's impossible, Master, don't worry."

As he spoke, he returned to the table again, took a deep breath, his eyes became sharp and focused, and the paintbrush in his hand moved on the rice paper like a nimble dragon, outlining delicate lines.

(PS: The character does not look like Shuiyue, it’s just a rough idea)
In this life, Su Han naturally has no time to learn painting. After all, in this fairy world, learning painting instead of practicing is a waste of time.

Since Su Han went up the mountain, he has been staying at Xiaozhu Peak. It can be said that Shuiyue watched him grow up.

Therefore, Shuiyue naturally didn't believe that Su Han could paint.

However, the previous life was different.

In his previous life, Su Han was an art student, so he had a solid foundation in painting.

As for what you learned?
"The human body... cough cough~"

Su Han shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

While painting with his head down, he recalled some painting techniques he had learned in his previous life. The handling of light and shadow, the density of lines, every detail was under his control.

On the other side, Shuiyue was still skeptical about Su Han's ability to paint.

But seeing Su Han so focused and serious, as if he really wasn't faking it, he didn't interrupt him.

As time goes by, the portrait on the rice paper becomes clearer.

Su Han depicts Shuiyue's delicate profile, and also depicts the tranquility and remoteness in her eyes when she looks at the clouds outside the window. The hair fluttering in the wind seems to have life under Su Han's pen, and each strand is clearly visible, as if it is really swaying gently in the breeze.

It seems to be because of the cultivator's control over the body and the bonus of spiritual awareness.

Su Han discovered that his painting skills had not become rusty due to not painting for many years, but had improved to a higher level.

Su Han couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief until he finally finished the last stroke.

"Phew...perfect!"

Looking at the person in the painting in front of him, Su Han showed a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Is the painting done?"

Shuiyue heard Su Han's words and asked curiously.

"Not yet, just a little bit more... Master, please wait a moment."

Su Han said, shaking his head.

After thinking for a moment, he wrote a poem on the blank space of the scroll.

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing.

If it weren't for Qunyu Shantou, we would meet at Yaotai.

"Well, now it's really perfect."

As he spoke, Su Han put down his brush and held the scroll in front of Shuiyue. "Master, take a look. Are you satisfied with my painting?"

Shuiyue took the scroll curiously.

But once her eyes touched the painting, she could no longer look away.

She saw herself in the painting, with the familiar coldness and gentleness between her eyebrows and eyes. The expression she looked at the bright moon outside the window seemed to fully display her mood at the moment.

Every strand of hair that flutters in the wind seems to carry the gentleness of the evening breeze;
The barely revealing outfit, far from being vulgar, blends coolness and seduction just right, making the whole character come alive on the paper, like a fairy descending to earth.

She widened her eyes slightly, her eyes full of disbelief and surprise.

"Xiaohan, this... is this really drawn by you?"

Shuiyue's voice trembled slightly, revealing her uncontrollable excitement.

Without waiting for Su Han to answer, she couldn't wait to look at the poem on the scroll.

When reciting these lines of poetry "The clouds look like clothes and the flowers look like face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is gorgeous. If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

Her eyes became brighter and brighter, a light that showed she was deeply touched.

a long time.

"Xiao Han, your teacher really underestimated you."

Shuiyue raised her eyes, full of admiration and satisfaction, "This painting, whether it is the painting skills or the poem, is superb. It really amazes me."

"I didn't expect you to be so capable."

She stroked the scroll gently, as if afraid of disturbing herself in the painting, and her tone was full of admiration and joy.

Especially this poem.

Although Shuiyue was not a literary master, she lived for hundreds of years.

In addition to practicing, he also reads some worldly poetry and books.

Naturally, I have a certain understanding of poetry through the influence of my surroundings.

She found that this poem was even better than those of the so-called great masters in the world.

Su Han looked at Shuiyue and smiled, "Master, you are too kind. I only know a little bit, but it is my greatest honor to satisfy you."

Shuiyue rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "You are still being modest. With your level, if you only know a little bit, then there are few people in this world who know how to paint."

After saying that, she looked at the scroll carefully again, with a smile on her face that never stopped.

Seeing this, Su Han took the initiative to step forward and hug Shuiyue, "Then Master, are you not angry with me now?"

Shuiyue looked at Su Han, then looked at the scroll in her hand.

"Since you have behaved so well, I will reluctantly forgive you."

Seeing this, Su Han decided to strike while the iron was hot, "Master, I also know a more amazing 'art' painting method. I wonder if you would like to try it?"

(End of this chapter)