Martial Arts, Start by Picking Up Huang Rong As a Cook

The voice was sloppy and still said: "You and Dongfang are not the kind of people who have no sense of proportion. The two of you fight to increase friendship. What should I intervene?"

"When you don't get it, the two of you join forces and beat me up."

Listening to Li Changan's words, Yaoyue chuckled softly.

I don't think there are too many problems with Li Changan's answer.

After all, in Yaoyue's subconscious.

On Li Changan's side, she is the eldest sister.

What should I do if the little one doesn't listen?

Just a fight.

If it doesn't work for one meal, take another shot.

Call to the listening position.

Thinking of his identity as the main palace, Yaoyue will have a bit of tolerance for Dongfang Invincible.

Thinking of the gloomy look that was sent to Dongfang Unbeaten on the mountain before, the smile on Yaoyue's face became a little thicker.

Then a hand was placed on Li Changan's cheek, feeling the temperature on Li Changan's face on his fingertips.

Obviously under the same night sky.

But it is the breath and feeling of the night wind blowing.

It's that different.

Chapter [-]: The new sword intent, the best is like water

The next day, [-] hours.

The patter of light rain began to fall from the sky just as the sun should have risen.

As time passed, the sound of rain gradually became clearer.

Just, no matter how the weather changes.

In the early morning, there is always one or two figures appearing at the door of Za Li Changan after washing up.

Or sneak into Li Changan's room.

Either kick open the door with both arrogant and domineering feet like a crab, and then walk in with the steps of ignorance.

"Ah~"

Not long after, the sound of screaming came from Li Changan's room again.

Makes this August rain filled with more anger.

in the room.

As this painful cry came to her ears, Yaoyue slowly opened her eyes.

Turning his head gently, he looked at Lian Xing who muttered and turned over to sleep more sweetly.

He had just woken up, but there was a warm water flowing slowly in his heart.

Slowly get up and open the room.

Looking through the air, Luo Yu, who was already getting bigger, looked at Li Changan, who was rubbing his shoulders and grinning at the door.

It made Yaoyue, who didn't like rainy days very much, suddenly feel that rainy days are actually not bad.

Wait until after breakfast, in the courtyard.

A large oil-paper umbrella with a length of nearly three feet stood in the courtyard.

The tick-tock sound of falling rain beat on the oil-paper umbrella with a rhythmic sound.

Li Changan, who was sitting below, supported his head with one hand, and held the brush horizontally in his place with the other.

With his head tilted, his line of sight is also crookedly looking at the falling rain in the courtyard.

The point of sight is sometimes placed in the air.

Looking at the rain, it looks airtight when it keeps falling, but there are obvious gaps between them.

Sometimes I look at the ground, and when the rain drops on the ground, the drop of rain separates into more rain and then merges with the rain falling from the surrounding air.

Holding the brush, his eyes were a little distracted.

"Huh? This guy has been sitting like this for almost two quarters of an hour. What is he doing?"

Huang Rong, who was on the side, looked at Li Changan in the yard, couldn't help but muttered and stepped forward.

"Don't disturb him."

However, before Huang Rong could continue to approach Li Changan, Yaoyue's voice suddenly entered Huang Rong's ears.

Facing what Yaoyue said, Huang Rong turned her head to look at Yaoyue suspiciously.

Facing Huang Rong's gaze, Yaoyue said solemnly, "He may have realized something."

"Comprehend?"

Huang Rong and even Yu Wei immediately thought of the Drizzle Sword Intent that Li Changan had learned when he was painting in the rain.

For a time, Huang Rong immediately retracted her footsteps and stood silently watching.

And in this quiet courtyard where only the sound of rain echoed between heaven and earth.

Li Changan, who had a vaguely dazed expression before, suddenly felt coming.

The brush quickly wrapped the prepared ink beside it.

The tip of the pen moved to the top of the drawing paper.

Almost as soon as the nib moved above the drawing paper, a drop of thick ink dripped from the nib.

In this regard, Li Changan shook his right hand slightly, and after the pen tip swept the drop of ink, when it fell on the drawing paper, it was divided into dozens of ink dots of different sizes.

Immediately afterwards, Li Changan quickly sketched in the painting using these ink dots as the starting point.

Not long after, his backyard and the swing that swayed gently in the breeze also landed on the drawing paper in front of Li Changan.

On the wooden board of the swing in the painting, there are traces of ink left behind, like the traces of raindrops falling on the wooden board.

In the painting, there is nothing more than a long swing on the wooden board, and there are several traces of raindrops of different heights falling and sputtering.

At first glance, it seems that you can really feel the feeling of constantly flapping the swing under the gurgling rain.

The walls, floor tiles, and potted plants in the courtyard fall into the painting one by one.

Slightly abrupt heavy rain continued to fall from the sky.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, Li Changan's wrist was moving, and the paintbrush between his fingers also swayed rapidly.

Gradually, with the dots of ink in the painting, the rain in the painting gradually became wanton and violent.

A sharp feeling once again quietly bred out of Li Changan's body.

During this change, the True Qi in Li Changan's body undoubtedly circulated.

With the flow of infuriating energy, some rainwater in the air seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and then gathered around Li Changan.

Looking at Li Changan's side of the stream of water that seemed to have life as agile and rapid.

And feel the sharpness of Li Changan's body at this moment.

It is not clear where the girls are, Li Changan, who is still painting at this moment, has already re-comprehended a new artistic conception through this heavy rain.

Looking at this scene, Yaoyue and Lianxing are fine.

But Huang Rong and even Yu Wei, Xiao Zhao and Lin Shiyin's four daughters took a deep breath one after another.

Especially Huang Rong, her eyes were filled with astonishment.

He couldn't help but murmured, "What are you kidding, this guy has realized a new artistic conception 〃〃 in his painting?"

"Isn't it true that there is no such thing as artistic conception? How come to this guy's side, you can comprehend it just by drawing a picture?"

Listening to Huang Rong's murmur, Lian Xing, who was beside him, asked curiously, "He also realized the mood when he was painting?"

Huang Rong nodded and said, "The last time when Sister Dongfang was still there, it was also a rainy day. He realized the drizzle sword intent while painting."

"In all, it's only half a month apart, but I realized a new mood."

"Ok?"

Hearing what Huang Rong said, she stopped talking about Lianxing.

Even when Yaoyue looked at Li Changan, her eyes were filled with surprise.

Originally, Yaoyue and Lianxing thought that this was the first time Li Changan realized the artistic conception through painting.

Never thought that the scene that I figured out half a month ago had already happened once.

In this regard, Lian Xing couldn't help but said in shock: "Brother-in-law is so terrifying, and within a month, he realized two moods one after another."

"I'm afraid there is no other person in the world who can do such a thing, right?"

in the courtyard.

As the last stroke fell, looking at the picture of the shower in the small courtyard at the moment, and feeling the changes in his body at the moment, Li Changan was also surprised.

Originally, Li Changan just wanted to use painting to see if he could improve his Drizzle Sword Intent.

But never thought that the rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier.

From the drizzle to the current storm.

As a result, in the painting, Li Changan actually realized the sword intent of the rainstorm.

The point is, the whole process is not too difficult.

Basically, it is a matter of course for Li Changan.

"This master-level painting skill is really strong!"

In Li Changan's view.

The most powerful part of master-level painting skills is not the painting skills and painting skills.

Rather, it refers to a state, a spiritual level that allows oneself to enter into a kind of spiritual level.