After seeing Qin Yueer's superb painting skills, Wu Jun rolled the portrait into a piece of paper and threw it on the ground without saying a word, which made Qin Yueer look dissatisfied.

Then Wu Jun sighed, picked up his pen and outlined it on the spread white paper.

"When you draw a portrait of a person, you usually use white paintings, that is, white drawings. You can simply use a few smooth lines to describe the appearance of the person being painted."

"But it's not that easy to draw a good portrait."

"When painting a person's facial features, there should be changes in thickness, lightness and weight, to express the sense of dynamics and thickness, as well as the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the characters."

While Wu Jun said, he used a brush to outline a face on the white paper, which was the Madam Diexiang of Zuixianglou.

Qin Yue'er stared at the portrait blankly and said in shock: "It seems to be exactly the same as Die Xiang, you can recognize it at a glance!"

Wu Jun nodded and continued: "Drawing characters is very simple, but the most difficult part is the charm. People live and paintings are dead. The most difficult thing is to be able to convey the spirit. If you want to draw the charm of characters, the most important part is the eyes!"

After Wu Jun said that, his eyes narrowed, adding a pair of stunning eyes to Diexiang's portrait.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yue'er seemed to see Butterfly walking out of the portrait with a smile, her every frown and smile was lifelike...

The next moment, Qin Yue'er suddenly realized something was wrong.

This is not an illusion, but Die Xiang actually walked out of the portrait!

Qin Yue'er's eyes suddenly froze, and shedded the demon-slashing sword in her hand, and slashed at Butterfly Xiang who was walking towards her with one sword!

After a clanging sound of swords, Qin Yue'er slashed across Diexiang's neck with a sword, but she didn't feel the touch of slashing the thing.

At the same time, the white paper on the table cracked with a sneer, and the butterfly fragrance on the portrait split into two, breaking neatly from the neck...

Wu Jun seemed to be unaware of what was happening around him. He found that the white paper was cracked. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned and said in surprise: "Hey, why did the paper crack?"

Qin Yue'er asked with a frown slightly, "You didn't see anything just now?"

Wu Jun turned his face with mist on his head: "What did you see? How did you pull out your sword?"

Qin Yueer explained with confusion: "A painting demon just came out of your painting."

"Draw the monster?"

Qin Yue'er nodded slightly and said solemnly: "Only those who can cultivate into monsters are mostly living creatures, but occasionally there are dead objects that absorb the essence of heaven and earth and cultivate into monsters. The conditions for dead objects to become monsters are extremely harsh, and it is the first time I have seen them."

Wu Jun looked at the portrait on the table in surprise and looked at it carefully: "Is there a problem with this paper or a brush, or this ink..."

Qin Yue'er shook her head and said, "I don't know, send these things back to the capital. Someone in the Imperial City Department is responsible for the appraisal affairs." Then she walked forward and packed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone with a tablecloth, along with the portrait of Butterfly Xiang.

Then he came to the window with the tidy bag and blew a sharp whistle.

A bird's song suddenly sounded in the distance, followed by a white shadow breaking through the wind, and it turned out to be a snow-white goshawk.

Qin Yue'er tied the bag to the goshawk's legs, touched its head, and ordered: "Send it back to the demon-catcher yamen in the Imperial City Division."

The goshawk nodded, flew out of the window twice, spreading his wings towards the sky.

I briefly asked about the prostitute involved in the crime scene. The woman didn't know the name of the rabbit demon. She only knew that his surname was Zhang and did not provide any useful clues.

After doing all this, the talent from the yamen came late. Qin Yue'er showed up token and asked the people in the yamen to investigate the disguised identity of the rabbit demon, and then carried the rabbit demon's corpse and returned to Renxintang with Wu Jun.

Before dawn the next day, Qin Yue'er couldn't wait to knock on Wu Jun's door and urged him to get up and stew the meat quickly.

After Wu Jun washed his sleepy eyes, he processed the rabbit meat and simmered it in the pot, squatted beside the stove and took a nap.

Just when he was drowsy, he suddenly walked towards the yard with light and heavy footsteps, and Qin Yue'er's voice rang out: "Doctor Xiao Wu, this young master Zhu is looking for you."

Immediately afterwards, an angry voice said, "It's not Mr. Zhu, but Mr. Zhou!"

Wu Jun opened his eyelids and swept over, and saw a fat man with big ears and big ears next to Qin Yue'er, weighing at least 300 kilograms. He was dressed as a scholar and had a crooked Lun scarf on his head, which looked very funny.

Seeing this person, Wu Jun's eyes lit up: "Young Master Zhu, what homework to write today!"

Zhou Bin looked depressed: "Everyone said it was Mr. Zhou..."

This man's name is Zhou Bin. His father is a wealthy businessman in Jinhua County. Because he looks like a pig's head, even if he repeatedly emphasizes his surname is Zhou, he will eventually be called Zhu Gongzi by mistake, which has always troubled him very much...

The reason why Wu Jun met him was mainly because the clinic was not doing well and he also worked part-time to write homework for the young masters of these wealthy families.

This pig young master is one of his main clients.

After a little depressed for a while, Zhou Bin immediately spoke seriously: "Doctor Xiao Wu, you must help me do my homework this time. This time the dean of the Imperial College came to Songyang Academy in person to select outstanding Confucian scholars. Whether I can enter the Imperial College this time depends entirely on you!"

Wu Jun learned the news in advance last night, so he was not surprised and said, "What is the question?"

Zhou Bin laughed and said, "A poem, an essay, there is no specified title."

Wu Jun nodded and stretched out two fingers.

Zhou Bin immediately understood and took out twenty taels of silver and handed it to Wu Jun.

Wu Jun was satisfied and flipped the money in his hand and said happily: "Serve paper and pen!"

Zhou Bin quickly took out a pen, ink and paper from his backpack and grind it on the stove.

Wu Jun pondered for a moment, picked up his pen and started writing on the paper.

Zhou Bin read it while watching:

"The flowers of water, land, grass and trees are very cute. Since Emperor Taizong, people have loved peonies very much. I only love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, and washes in the clear water but is not charming..."

Qin Yue'er, who was standing beside him, had goose bumps slightly as she listened to Zhou Bin's recitation, and showed an extremely shocked expression and said, "I can't understand this article, but I was shocked. This is definitely a good article, right?"

Zhou Bin nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, exclaiming: "I'm the same!"

"As long as Dr. Wu takes action, my grades will not be lower than the top grade. This is definitely another good article, but... it would be even better if I could change this sentence "Dui Lian to "Dui Xiang"!"
Chapter completed!