President Chu said: "If you don't have wine when painting, it's like a dragon has no eyes. Let's go with wine. Today I have a sense of responsibility."

When the two saw that they could not tell Dean Chu, Zhang Baiyu also took the utensils and cooked wine aside.

The wine was warm and the old man sat down to drink. After a long time of brewing, it took nearly an hour before the old man threw down his wine glass, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the ink pen, and then began painting on the huge picture.

The old man painted landscape paintings, so he needed a lot of colors, but the old man could give Yayoi enough time to submit other colors of ink pens.

There is no wind and rain, nor the scorching sun. Such cloudy days, with a hint of coldness, flowers bloom in the old man's pen, and those lines and colors intertwined on the drawing paper, gradually showing the scenery in the painting.

One person grinds it, prepares all kinds of ink brushes, and integrates the old man's ideas.

When one person was cooking wine, he didn't change the ink pen, the old man drank a glass of wine and transformed the true energy in the wine into the drawing.

After drawing for three consecutive hours, it was another half an hour, and the old man drew for four more hours, and the general appearance was revealed on the drawings.

In the evening, Yayoi's hands were tired of grinding ink. During this period, he changed Zhang Baiyu once. The two of them took turns to help the old man grinding ink and cooking wine. The old man had never rested during this period and was thinking about how to paint.

At noon, the mason arrived, and then began to brush off the blood words on the back, and then applied paint like the wall, as if painting.

When he arrived, the mason painted off all the blood words. He packed up his mason tools and came to the old man carefully. Seeing the old man painting, Dean Chu was a good dean, and many people were concerned about the old man, including the mason.

The mason knew that there had been a murder in the past few days. Seeing that the old man was in a good mood today, he felt relieved after painting for so long.

When the old man was painting the wall, he also put the ink pen down. His hands were trembling because he had been painting for seven or eight hours in a row, but he was silent when he looked at the painting in front of him, without showing any relief.

The old man said, "You have finished drawing, you can hold it, I'll go to rest."

Several people came to support the old man, but were sent away by the old man. The old man walked back to his own family step by step, and the servants had to follow behind.

The old man's body was a little trembling. When painting, you could see the old man gritting his teeth and insisting. This is how the painter paints. He pays attention to completing it in one go and connecting it in one go. If it is interrupted during the period, the inspiration and conception at that time will be broken, and the vitality of the whole painting will be interrupted.

The old man's lonely back moved the people in the mansion. The old man suffered too much sadness.

Zhang Baiyu, Yayoi and the mason looked at the painting, and the entire appearance of the painting was presented:

Two gentle young men, with Du Heng's vanilla embroidered on their clothes, and the patterns were exquisite. On a mountain top, one played the piano and the other painted. The clouds in the sky turned into a white dragon and sucked the clouds and smoke. The clouds under the mountain top became a Penglai fairyland, with pavilions, towers, green mountains and rocks, and scenery of wind squidling the woods. All kinds of spots were a detailed and exquisite painting.
Chapter completed!