A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 33 Hard work
After several swallowings, Duan Rong has gradually adapted to the state after swallowing.

It's like always driving on a road with roadblocks. You will gradually adapt to the complex road conditions and control the speed of the car to a certain stable state.

However, the uncomfortable feeling in my head still exists.

How should I put it? It feels like there's something stuck in my throat...

Duan Rong endured the discomfort in his head and walked to a shop on the street.

This shop sells the four treasures of the study. These days, scholars are poor and martial arts are rich, and martial arts are valued over scholars. Even the shops selling the four treasures of the study are shabby little shops, which can't compare with the tall storefronts of herbal medicine shops.

Duan Rong bought an inkstone and ink, four brushes, a large stack of rice paper, cinnabar dye and other things in the shop. He only spent three cents of silver on all these things.

Duan Rong rolled up the pile of things and went to Yuanshun Escort Agency.

Duan Rong eats in the cafeteria of the central courtyard every day. Many escort masters already know that he is a new apprentice this year.

Moreover, through Zhao Mu's word of mouth, some people also heard of his extraordinary talents.

Many escorts saw Duan Rong coming in with rice paper and a brush, and they joked, "What's the matter, Xiao Rong? Are you going to give up martial arts and pursue literature?"

Duan Rong chuckled and said, "This is called a new business model! I want to use literature to support martial arts!"

"What is this? What kind of business is this?"

"It's just to make money!" Duan Rong was a little impatient with the question. He was digesting the spirit of the weapon and already felt uncomfortable in his mind.

Duan Rong didn't want to say more, so he walked through the crowd and headed towards the dormitory yard.

The escorts looked at Duan Rong's back and whispered to each other.

"Is Xiao Rong mentally ill?"

"And he seems to have a bad temper!"

"Some time ago, didn't a errand disciple from the same class hang himself? Maybe some evil spirit is haunting this group of people... We should stay away from them..."

Duan Rong returned to the dormitory, locked the door, put the pile of things in his hands on the bench, climbed onto the bed, lay down on the blanket, and fell asleep.

When you are in deep sleep, that is when you can devour the spirit and digest and absorb it the fastest...

In my dream, a delicate hand was holding a paintbrush, one hand was lifting the sleeve, and the other hand, with the wrist suspended in the air, was applying ink to the paper.

The back is graceful, and the black hair is like a waterfall...

The back figure was so real in the dream that Duan Rong even drooled...

Two hours later, at midnight, Duan Rong suddenly woke up and got out of bed.

He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said in surprise, "That painting of ladies at a banquet was actually painted by a woman? That painting is completely from the perspective of a male, sexual gaze!"

"It was actually created by a woman. And judging from her back view, she is an elegant beauty."

"I really want to meet this beautiful lady. Judging from her writing style, she must be an expert in erotic art!"

Duan Rong just fantasized about it for a while, then left the dormitory, fetched water from the well and washed his face.

The stimulation of the cold well water immediately perked up Duan Rong. He walked back to the dormitory, uncovered the quilt on the bed, spread the rice paper on the bed, sat on the bench, and began to grind and mix the dyes quite skillfully, and started painting directly!
But if you look closely, there is a subtle girlishness in his movements...

But Duan Rong didn't pay attention to these details at all. He was fully focused on the rice paper in front of him. This would be his first work.

Duan Rong's expression was so focused, as if he was not painting in a small room under a flickering oil lamp, but sitting in a bright study room with a tall pavilion...

Half an hour later, Duan Rong finished his first painting.

The painting showed a woman with a graceful figure, a white dress whiter than snow, red lips and clear eyes. Duan Rong's first painting was of Xiao Baiqiao.

It can be seen what a deep impression this woman left in Duan Rong's heart!
After Duan Rong finished the painting, he carefully looked at his debut work, his eyes flashing with deep contemplation.

Duan Rong put the painting aside, took another piece of rice paper, and spread it on the hard bed in front of him.

Duan Rong immersed himself in painting again. This time, while painting, he would occasionally glance at his first work beside him. He would stop writing from time to time, with a look of deep thought on his face.

Duan Rong actually spent nearly an hour on this second painting.

After finishing the painting, he placed the two paintings side by side.

This second painting still depicts Xiao Baiqiao, but there are profound changes...

Xiao Baijiao in his debut novel is both loving and lustful, so he has a bit of baby fat.

But the Xiao Baijiao in the second painting has a thin face and cold eyes. This change is not a big deal, but there is actually a hint of an otherworldly fairy.

Although the two paintings still show the same person, their temperament and artistic conception are completely different.

In fact, Duan Rong also made many details, but they are not easy to notice at first glance.

"The most important thing is the eyes and the distance between them. These two points must not be moved! If you move them, the image will be distorted!"

"The lips are also an important feature."

Duan Rong summed up his experience, continued to concentrate on painting, and painstakingly overcame technical difficulties...

Duan Rong continued painting until noon the next day.

The midday sun shone through the carved cloth window, and the flickering flames had been extinguished at some point.

The little oil in the oil lamp has dried up.

Duan Rong's originally cramped single room was filled with paintings on the bed and on the floor.

Almost all of them are portraits, and they are all characters that Duan Rong is familiar with.

Xiao Zongting, Zhao Mu, Li Chong, Kong Bin, and Zhu Xiaoqi were all on the list, and each of them painted several paintings.

Duan Rong looked at the two paintings in front of him, which were of Xiao Zongting and his daughter Xiao Baiqiao.

The steel knife in Xiao Zongting's hand glowed with a cold light, his eyes were cold, and he was filled with murderous intent!
Xiao Baijiao turned sideways and smiled, her smile was charming and beautiful, and the lethality of this smile was probably far greater than the cold steel knife in Xiao Zongting's hand!

A beauty's smile or a warrior's sword, which one is the more powerful weapon?
Duan Rong looked at the two paintings in front of him, stretched his stiff waist, and finally smiled.

"Overcoming technical difficulties is only the first step in creating a new business model."

"Xiao Baiqiao is almost perfect, but Xiao Zongting seems to be a little short of perfection."

Duan Rong rubbed his index finger with his thumb, and suddenly the thin scholar writing letters for others on the street flashed before his eyes.

Duan Rong tidied up the room briefly, folded the paintings he had finished and placed them at the head of the bed, then left the dormitory and went to the canteen in the middle courtyard to have lunch before leaving the escort agency and heading out to the street.

Duan Rong arrived at a street corner not far from the antique street and saw from afar that the thin scholar had already set up his stall.

However, there were no customers in front of the thin scholar's stall at this moment. He seemed to be drawing something with a pen in front of the desk.

Duan Rong's eyes moved and he walked over quickly.

(End of this chapter)