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Chapter three hundred and fifty second shot

"How did the heavenly tribulation happen that night, and how did you survive?"

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"What's the situation in Jinling City now? I heard that there are still many people in the city who survive?"

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"How did you deal with the goods transported by the Sihai Escort Agency at that time?"

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"In your letter, you said that you had already hidden the goods somewhere in Jinling City. How did you think about it at that time?"

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"Did you meet people from the White Lotus Sect on your way back?"

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"In your opinion, how effective are the troops under the White Lotus Sect's army?"

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"How is the situation in the states along the way? Which states and counties have you seen riots?"

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"Are you seeing rebellions in various places along the way? What are the situations of wealthy families and people in various places?"

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For the whole hour afterwards, under the questions of Luqiu Mingyue and the elders here, Yan Liqiang was answering the questions of Luqiu Mingyue and the elders one by one. He almost explained in detail the process of leaving Jinling and returning to Laizhou in detail over the past two months, including his own observations and thoughts.

Yan Liqiang felt like he was attending a hearing, and he was the person being asked. As a personal experience, Yan Liqiang was of course qualified to answer these questions.

Luqiu Mingyue and the elders here are the three issues that are most concerned about. The first is Yan Liqiang's handling of the goods that were not delivered to the Sihai Escort Bureau, the second is the bandits of the White Lotus Sect, and the third is very detailed, which is the various situations that Yan Liqiang and his friends saw and experienced along the way back to the Sword God Sect.

Yan Liqiang was already very eloquent, and his words were logical and organized. When Luqiu Mingyue asked the elders, he knew what they were concerned about, so he answered in detail and targeted manner. The descriptions of many scenes and experiences were as if they had seen them with their own eyes in the eyes of Luqiu Mingyue and the elders.

When answering the elders' questions, Yan Liqiang was also quietly looking at the expressions of the elders. He found that his master, Liu Guiyuan, had never asked him any questions from beginning to end, but just listened calmly, nodded from time to time, or showed a thoughtful look.

Pretend quite like it!

Yan Liqiang muttered in his heart.

"... This is the case in Huizhou. When we passed through Huizhou, cities in various parts of Huizhou were a little chaotic. Many citizens of the cities caused a lot of storms because of robbing grain, and local garrisons could not suppress them. In Yanhui County, the He family and the Lu family in the county also organized their servants to attack each other in the chaos because of their long-term family grudges. Many people died on both sides, making the local chaos even more chaotic. When we were in Huizhou, we deliberately bypassed those cities, for fear of being involved. Many chaotic areas along the way have done everything they can to grab food. As long as they are seen, cattle, horses and animals may be killed and divided. We often rest during the day and rush to the night..."

For more than an hour, Yan Liqiang spoke thirsty, but he could only stand and dare not say that he was thirsty.

After talking about what he saw and heard in Huizhou, there was silence in the hall, and no elders asked, because after Huizhou passed, it was Wenzhou adjacent to Laizhou. The situation in Wenzhou was naturally clear about this big boss in the Sword God Sect.

After more than ten seconds, seeing that the elders did not speak, Luqiu Mingyue looked around for a while and asked, "Do you have any questions to ask?"

"I have another thing to ask for a certificate!" On the left side of Yan Liqiang, an elder wearing a goose yellow long skirt with almond eyes and peach cheeks, spoke, and his voice was gentle and clear. The beautiful elder looked at Yan Liqiang with a pair of beautiful and magical almond eyes. "I just heard you say that your unique painting skills were learned from a young age. How did you draw the painting that was passed down to the sect at that time? No one of us has seen it. I am very curious. I want you to show it to the sect leader and the elders here. If you have such skills, it should not be difficult to draw a painting in public..."

Hearing this beautiful elder say this, many of the other elders in the hall nodded. Everyone was curious and wanted to see how Yan Liqiang drew the painting. It was so realistic and similar, and it was unprecedented, and it was awesome...

"If Elder Lin wants to see me paint, of course!" Yan Liqiang looked at the beautiful elder with a smile, "It's just that the painting I want to draw requires some tools!"

"What tools do you want? Even if Elder Lin said this, I would like to see how this unique painting in the world was drawn!" Luqiu Mingyue also spoke.

"You need a piece of white hard paper less than two feet square, a few embroidery needles, a piece of flat thin wooden board that is slightly larger than the paper, and a few black charcoal cores that are short of fingers, a knife and a baked dough cake!"

"Okay!" Luqiu Mingyue nodded, then slapped his palms twice, and then an old man in black walked out from the screen behind him, came to Luqiu Mingyue, bowed, "What are the instructions of the sect leader?"

"According to Yan Liqiang's request, bring what he wants!"

"yes!"

The old man bowed and left, and in less than two minutes, all the things Yan Liqiang needed were placed in front of him.

"I wonder what Elder Lin wants me to draw?"

"What can you draw?"

"As long as I see it, I can draw it!"

The beautiful elder suddenly smiled, "Since that's the case, then draw me and see if it looks like it!"

"Yes!" Yan Liqiang nodded and started moving.

He first spread the paper flat on the wooden board, then inserted the embroidery needle into several corners of the paper, and then folded the needle and the paper was fixed. Then he selected a charcoal core, cut it with a knife, and then sat cross-legged at the beautiful elder, "It will take some time for me to draw. During this period, Elder Lin would sit upright on the chair, look at me, don't move, wait for a moment!"

"Yes!" Elder Lin nodded, then sat dignifiedly on the chair, looking at Yan Liqiang quietly.

Yan Liqiang put the wooden board on his knees, and suddenly he felt like he was when he was setting up a stall on the street to draw portraits for people in his previous life. He just glanced at Elder Lin and began to draw focusedly.

Lu Qiu Mingyue and the elders here in the hall, if you want to talk about martial arts and knowledge, they are naturally the best in the world, but everyone has never seen anyone who paints like Yan Liqiang. They all widened their eyes because the things Yan Liqiang used were so incredible to the elders. I won’t talk about charcoal core paper or something. Is it necessary to draw baked noodles? Is Yan Liqiang still drawing and eating while eating? It’s so strange.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. Other painters paint with brush and ink. The paper is placed flat on the table. Why is Yan Liqiang painting but this paper has to be placed vertically!" An elder couldn't help but murmured to himself.

Seeing Yan Liqiang seriously drawing things on paper, Lu Qiu Mingyue, who was extremely curious, stood up first and came directly behind Yan Liqiang, standing there, and watching with his own eyes how Yan Liqiang painted.

Slowly, Luqiu Mingyue's face showed a look of surprise.

With the leader of the sect, the other elders came behind Yan Liqiang one by one. Looking at Yan Liqiang's paintings, all the elders' faces were like the bright moon in Luqiu. After just a few glances, the expression on their faces began to become more exciting.

Slowly, except for the elder Lin sitting upright on the chair, almost everyone in the hall stood behind Yan Liqiang, and they looked silently at the black charcoal core on Yan Liqiang's hands showing a world they had not seen.

The baked dough had long cooled down, and Luqiu Mingyue and other elders also discovered the use of the dough. Just as Yan Liqiang gently pulled the dough off the dough. Everyone thought Yan Liqiang was going to eat the dough, Yan Liqiang gently wiped the dough on the paper and immediately corrected the stroke drawn by the charcoal core on the paper.

This baked dough cake is just equivalent to an eraser for Yan Liqiang, because the earliest eraser was actually bread, but in the eyes of those bystanders, the purpose of this dough cake was surprising, just as it confirmed Yan Liqiang's previous words, everyone believed in what Yan Liqiang said before, and they immediately understood what Yan Liqiang said before, and they immediately believed it.

Yan Liqiang was a master of face sketching in his previous life. In this life, with the improvement of hand-eye coordination, control ability, observation ability and memory ability in the brain, his ability not only did not fall behind, but was stronger than in his previous life.

Just under Yan Liqiang's men, Elder Lin's face gradually became clear on the paper, while the expressions on the faces of the people behind Yan Liqiang were becoming more and more shocked. Some people even opened their mouths in a hurry...

There are also white-scan skills in ink paintings, but even the white-scan skills are compared with the painting ability shown by Yan Liqiang at this moment, and the realistic effect of characters is completely different. Yan Liqiang's painting skills mastered by him, such as perspective, changes in light and shadow, and the shaping of three-dimensional images, are simply incomparable to the white-scan skills with brushes. Such skills are simply the Dugu Nine Swords in painting skills in this era, especially in the eyes of those behind him who have never seen such painting skills.

Yan Liqiang painted with his heart, fully exerted his own level, and fully demonstrated the realm that black and white can reach.

Under his charcoal pen, even the thin hair on his sideburns seemed to be counted one by one on his portrait. The wrinkles on the long skirt on his body became very three-dimensional, especially the glory in Elder Lin's eyes, the outstanding charm of a mature woman, and the unique temperament were even more visible and vividly revealed on paper.
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