Trailing clouds, severing rain, crossing the lofty skies; cinnabar spat rosy light, and the sword spat rainbows!
At some point, dusk had fallen. The wind gradually stilled, and the rosy clouds forced their way through the flowing banks of cloud, pouring down to blanket the human world.
On the grassland, the Daoli Horse walked at an unhurried pace, bathed in the evening glow. Its brown-black body gleamed faintly in the light, as though a divine steed from the heavens had descended into the mortal realm.
Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, the power of his mind, and wisps of Sword Qi...
Gradually, they circled An Le before peacefully dispersing.
At the desk, An Le had finished refining and sculpting the horse's hooves. The hooves looked simple, requiring only a few strokes, yet An Le had spent quite a long time painting them.
A horse's hooves were as difficult to depict as a woman's high heels, for they were where a horse's strength and center of gravity converged—the key to its agility in motion and stillness. Thus, they required meticulous detailing, and the proportions had to be grasped precisely.
As for the tail and mane, he swept them out with a dry brush, blending dry and wet strokes with great naturalness, making the fine horse seem ready to leap from the paper.
A single painting stirred the wind throughout the courtyard!
Fourth Master Lin stood to one side, his eyes already filled with boundless delight.
He had never expected An Le to bring him such an unexpected joy. His skill in painting horses was no inferior to his painting of Ink Bamboo.
What astonished Fourth Master Lin even more was that ink wash could paint not only bamboo, but horses as well!
It was not merely freehand expression—it was realism too!
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