This sentence is also slightly abrupt, but perhaps because so many people have come over to ask in the past two days, it doesn't seem so abrupt anymore.
If it weren't for the extraordinary appearance and temperament of the person in front of her, Mu Yaoyao wouldn't even bother to raise her eyelids.
Ever since Ji Ping'an painted to relieve his boredom yesterday and was favored by the guests at the next table and asked to buy it, the number of people asking for paintings has gradually increased.
Not surprisingly, the "Dark Fragrance" teahouse is elegantly decorated and located in a remote location. Most of the people who come here to drink tea are literati and elegant people, and they have a certain level of appreciation.
Mu Yaoyao was surprised at first, but she didn't know much about painting, so she didn't make too much of a fuss. She just thought that Ji Ping'an was better than ordinary people. After all... those paintings didn't look much like the real thing.
Probably not very good at painting.
People who don't know how to paint will evaluate "good or bad" by saying they are like or unlike.
He even didn't recognize that the white-haired man walking suddenly in front of him was a master of painting in the world.
"It's me." Ji Ping'an looked calm and spoke in a calm tone, "What advice does the guest have?"
Gao Mingjing admired his magnanimity:
Sure enough... Only a young man with such magnanimity could match his imagination, but he was a little too young, which made him particularly surprised.
I originally thought that the "gongzi" must be at least in his late thirties, but it seems that he is barely a weakling?
It's a piece of jade.
The great painter silently commented in his heart, with a smile on his face. He looked at the cold plums on the table and said humbly:
"I don't dare to give you any advice. I just happened to see the young master's handiwork outside and was quite surprised. I happen to have been immersed in painting for many years, so I came to take a look. At your age, you can have such handwriting. Although the technique is a bit rough and simple, But it’s rare that I dare to ask who the young master’s painting master was? How long did he study for?”
Ji Ping'an thought for a while, then smiled gently and said: "Studying under hundreds of schools, as for the time... I started learning at a young age."
Well, "young" refers to a thousand years ago, so it shouldn't be a lie.
In the past, when I was still in Liyang, I came from a wealthy family. My master taught Junzi the six arts, chess, calligraphy and painting from a young age, laying a foundation for him, but I only had a rough understanding of it.
I really got some experience in painting when I met the young "painting sage" Zhang Sengyao in the past. I was deeply influenced by it, so I secretly learned a few techniques... Later, I occasionally practiced and became a school of my own.
So, it can barely be regarded as studying under the "painting sage"?
Of course, he couldn't say this, and Ji Ping'an recalled the years when Zhang Sengyao followed him as his younger brother, thinking that the painting saint still called him "eldest brother", so he couldn't mess up the seniority.
Learned from hundreds of schools... Gao Mingjing didn't know what he was thinking, and became even more surprised.
In the popular context, "learn from hundreds of schools of thought" is a synonym for "self-study", which means that the painter does not have a clear teacher, but imitates the paintings of ancient and modern sages and copies them.
"No wonder." Gao Mingjing was suddenly confused, and sat down opposite him, thinking that it was no wonder that he couldn't tell which lineage this painting style came from.
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows and said, "No wonder?"
Gao Mingjing relied on his status and said with a smile: "The art of painting is profound. If the young master wants to improve, he must learn from a famous teacher."
Ji Ping'an smiled: "It seems that the guest still has some advice. Well, just now you said that my technique is rough? It's not easy to pretend that you didn't hear it."
Gao Mingjing was very interested and asked, "Isn't it?"
Ji Ping'an thought for a while and suddenly said: "It's too ancient to be lawless. It's too simple to be separated. Once it's too simple, it's law."
Gao Mingjing raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean, Master?"
While Ji Ping'an was gently washing the brush, he looked at the Hanmei on the table who was applying thick paint with hard brushwork, and said with emotion:
"The combination of brush and ink is a combination of brush and ink; the ink is continuous and undivided, which is chaos. To eliminate chaos, who can give up a painting? Painting on mountains will bring spirit, painting on water will make it move, and painting on forests will make it live. Painting is easy for people to understand. The combination of ink and ink is understood, and the division of Burmese and continuous is used as a hand to ward off chaos. It has been passed down to ancient and modern times, and it has become a family of its own. All wise people know this."
As soon as he said this, Gao Mingjing's eyes brightened and he became more interested, and suddenly asked:
"The Imperial Master of the Zhou Dynasty once wrote a poem, 'Paling chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely appearing on the Nanshan Mountain'. What do you think, Master?"
Ji Ping'an shook his head and said: "Seeing the mountains because of picking chrysanthemums, the scene and the mind are connected, this sentence is the most wonderful. In recent years, all popular books have written 'Looking at Nanshan', so the spirit of this article is dull."
Gao Mingjing sat up slightly, the admiration in his eyes difficult to conceal. He pondered for a moment and asked:
"Why are there suddenly mountains, rivers, and lands?"
Ji Ping'an glanced at him: "Why are there suddenly mountains, rivers and land? If a painter can understand this, there will be no end to the hills and valleys."
boom……
Gao Mingjing was silent for a moment as if thunder exploded in his mind.
After a while, the great painter let out a deep breath and laughed at himself: "I don't think the young master has a deep understanding of calligraphy and painting, but it is Gao who is abrupt."
Next to her, Mu Yaoyao was sitting on a small stool eating cakes with a confused look on her face.
Her cheeks were bulging like a little hamster, and she was still holding candied fruits in her hands. Her big eyes moved between the two of them, full of confusion.
What are you talking about?
Why can't I understand it at all?
She suddenly doubted her own intelligence. It was clear that the two of them were talking nicely just now, but suddenly they started talking about words, which she couldn't understand.
However, Mu Yaoyao also has her own wisdom. Although she cannot understand the words, she can tell the result from her expression.
So...it was this guest named Gao who criticized the senior brother's painting for being too ugly, and was rebuked by the senior brother?
Tsk... The literate people are really good at criticizing others, and even they can’t understand it.
Mu Yaoyao clicked her tongue in surprise and ate even more deliciously.
However, Gao Mingjing's next words almost made her choke and her eyes widened.
I heard Gao Mingjing suddenly say: "Young Master is so talented, it is a pity to be trapped in this divine capital city. Are you willing to follow Gao back to Molin to practice?"
Merlin!
Is this man Monk Merlin?
Wait... His surname is "Gao"... He has white hair... Could it be that he is the great monk from Merlin who was rumored to be a guest in the Divine Capital City recently? A big shot on the same level as a prisoner?
The pastry in Mu Yaoyao's hand fell onto her skirt. She was surprised by her own reasoning and felt extremely weird.
what is this? Is Mo Lin poaching Qin Tianjian?
It’s just that the Shuiyuan came to poach people, why would outsiders come too?
She was a little angry.
Gao Mingjing ignored the girl's gaffe. With his eyesight, he could naturally see how special this couple was, but that was not important.
At a young age, he has such profound insights into painting. Being left anywhere other than Mo Lin would make him feel heartbroken and find it hard to breathe.
Gao Mingjing is also very confident. No matter what the other person's family background is, Mo Lin has enough confidence to take him away.
Well...except for geniuses like Luo Huaizhu and Yu Yu, but he was very sure that the appearance of the person in front of him was definitely not like this. In this case, why hesitate?
Ji Ping'an felt the other party's fiery gaze, his expression was a little strange, he shook his head and said, "I won't go."
Gao Mingjing was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the other party to refuse so simply. He even suspected that the other party didn't understand his origin and identity, so he simply showed off his cards and said:
"You should have heard of Mo Lin's name. I am the great painter Mo Lin..."
Ji Ping'an was too lazy to pay attention to him: "I told you, I won't go."
Gao Mingjing was stunned: "Why?"
Ji Ping'an thought for a while, and the past suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said something incomprehensible:
"Because...painting can't save the world."
The words fell.
Mu Yaoyao clearly saw that the face of the famous Mo Lin painter suddenly changed, as if he heard some kind of taboo.
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Note: This chapter quotes ancient texts. The first and second paragraphs are from Shi Tao's "Painting Quotations"; the poetry comments are from Su Dongpo's "After Tao Yuanming's Drinking Poems"; "Suddenly there are mountains and rivers and the earth" is from the short story in the twelfth page of Gong Xian's later years.
In addition, when checking the information, I saw that Su Shi brought back some small stones from the Penglai Pavilion of the East China Sea and wrote a poem: "I hold this stone when I return with the East China Sea in my sleeves"... Mr. Su Shi pretended to be fake. It's the ancients who are amazed.
ps: Thanks to the boss for throwing 300,000 coins again! ! I wish you no traffic jams on the road and no scalding your mouth when drinking water! !
