"This painting..."
"What's wrong with this painting?"
"Has the general asked other gentlemen to come and see him before?"
"I found a Taoist wanderer," the military attaché said in a deep voice, narrowing his eyes as if he was a little angry.
"I wonder what that person said?"
"He said that I had just arrived in Changjing and came from another place. I was not used to the royal aura of Changjing. I was also a warrior. I had too much blood evil energy in my body and was squeezed out by the royal aura of Changjing. He said that it would be better if I had more time to adapt to it. Haha. , I actually believed his lies and endured it for several months." The military attaché said and glanced at Song You, "If I meet that Taoist You Fang again, I will make it impossible for him to walk again."
"It's a common lie."
Song You remained calm, just staring at the painting, not afraid of his hidden threats, nor did he care about them.
"Sir, do you think it's a problem with the painting?"
"It's really a problem with the painting."
"What's wrong with this painting?"
Song You did not answer or look at him, but kept staring at the painting, marveling at its exquisiteness, vividness and lifelikeness. He also saw a mysterious aura and vitality in it, and asked at the same time:
"I wonder where this painting of the general came from?"
"At the end of last year, I led my troops to Beijing on orders to take turns to defend the capital. I met a man on the road and was chased by a group of Jianghu people. He was probably trying to steal his wealth. Around the capital, these Jianghu people were so rampant, so I ordered my troops to kill him. He was saved." The military attache frowned and recalled, "After I rescued the man, he wanted to give me money, but I didn't accept it. Later, in order to repay my life-saving grace, he said that he was a painter and could draw a picture for me. The portrait was given to me, and I thought it was interesting, so I took him to the official post and stayed with him for one night, and he painted this portrait for me."
"The general is upright and kind-hearted. I admire him."
"What's wrong with this painting?" The military attache said and turned his head, looking at the painting that he couldn't put down since he got it and looked at it countless times. He felt incredible, "Is it possible that I saved that man's life, but he turned around instead?" There are some tricks done in the painting, do you want to harm me?"
"No."
Song You still stared at the painting, shook his head and said: "What the general did was a good thing, and what that man did was probably also a good thing, but his painting skills were too good. I'm afraid the general came on horseback to save his life. The impression in my heart was too deep. He put all his effort into painting this painting, which is so lifelike that the people in it seem to be coming to life."
The military attache heard this and looked at the painting again.
you do not say!
It was as if he was standing in the painting!
Sometimes when he stared at the painting here, he would feel that it was not a painting, but a window. Through the window, he could see the outside of the city that day. He charged on the official road with his horse and gun, and his power was unparalleled. .
Recently, he was on defense duty in Changjing, and he also got to know some noble people in the capital. Sometimes he would invite them to his home as guests. When everyone saw this painting, they were all amazed and admired him. Especially after hearing that he drove away gangsters and rescued people on his way to Beijing, he looked at him with new eyes.
He loved this painting very much.
"Is this painting too real? Did it scare me?" The military attaché narrowed his eyes and looked at the Taoist's profile.
"General, have you ever heard of the saying that skill can lead to the gods?"
"Technology leads to the gods?"
"It's like there is a great harp player in the capital. When he plays to the point of breaking his heart, the black eyebrows of Chunshan are low. The sound of the harp can attract cranes and bring rain and snow." The Taoist paused as he said, "There are also masters of wood carving in Yidu as far away as Yizhou. It is said that The wood carvings under my hands are all so lifelike that I dare not touch the eyes, but once I touch the eyes, they will come back to life."
"The top piano player you're talking about is Miss Wanjiang?"
"Have you seen the general?"
"I also went downstairs to Hexian Tower to listen to it."
Before entering the capital, the military attache's monthly salary was only a few taels of silver. After entering the capital, it was only about ten taels. He had to eat and drink for a month and support his family and servants. He really had no money to go to the second floor.
"This painting is really good. Although the people in the painting cannot be resurrected, they still have some vitality." Song You said to him, "During the day, people's yang energy is strong, so they can suppress it. Late at night, its aura and vitality are unsuppressed...Has the General ever tried to read a painting late at night?"
"Who reads paintings late at night?"
"If the general stares at it late at night, he may feel that it is also looking at him." Song You smiled, "The general is highly skilled in martial arts and has keen intuition. Being watched by it will naturally make him uneasy."
"..."
The military attaché once again looked at himself in the painting.
Intuitively, his gaze in the painting was like a sharp sword. At that time, this gaze had frightened many people in the world and did not dare to come forward. However, unexpectedly, the artist later captured it with shocking painting skills and fixed it here.
If you hang it on the door, I'm afraid even the little devils won't dare to pass by.
If this is the case, if the warrior is stared at by it every night and his intuition is keen, he may indeed be unable to sleep.
"Do you really mean what you said?"
“You can’t do anything fake.”
"Do you have a solution, sir?"
"..."
Song You thought and stared at the painting.
I was shocked and a little emotional.
The scene of the wood carvings coming to life in Yidu that year was still fresh in his memory.
I'm afraid it will be difficult to forget in this life.
The painting skills reflected in this painting are naturally not comparable to Master Kong's sculpting skills, but they are already very impressive. If the paintings were better, maybe he could really be alive.
There are indeed countless masters in the world.
"The solution is simple."
"Please give me some advice, sir."
"Just don't hang it in the bedroom."
"Is there any other solution?"
"..."
Song You finally turned his head and glanced at the military attache.
This was the first time since he walked in front of the painting that he took his eyes away from the painting and looked at the military attache. But that's not right. It can also be said that he has been looking at the military attache.
You can't tell that this man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is quite narcissistic.
"General, will this painting be handed down from generation to generation?"
"What if it is passed down to the world, so what if it is not passed down to the world?"
"This painting seems to only depict generals, but the grass and trees blown by the wind, even the gravel splashing on the roadside and the dust raised under the horses' hooves, are all extremely detailed and vivid. It is these details that make the painting unique. It is these details that create the general's style of riding horses and charging into battle. It is these details that make the whole painting full of aura and give birth to life in the mystery." Song You said to him, "These details are indispensable. If the general does not want to be possessed by spirits late at night I am troubled by the vitality of the painting, and I want to hang it in my bedroom for appreciation. I only need to add one or two strokes at random in the corners of the painting. The overall style of the painting will not be affected much, but it will also lose its aura and naturally lose its vitality."
"How can that be done!"
The military attaché almost blurted out, glaring angrily.
Then he looked at the painting and gradually calmed down.
In addition to the soldiers galloping on horseback, adding one or two strokes in the corners of the background may not affect the appreciation.
At least people who don’t know how to draw can’t see it.
But if you are someone who knows painting, even after thousands of years, you can tell at a glance that this stroke was added by someone else later and is not in harmony with the brushwork style of the entire painting.
"Sir, do you know how to draw?"
"I don't know how to paint. I just lived in Yizhou more than two years ago and was taught by an expert, so I have some experience in this art."
"This painting... I really like this painting and can't bear to destroy it. I wonder if there is any other way, sir?" The military attaché softened his tone. Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly believed the young Taoist in front of him. Obviously, when he first heard about this painting, he thought it was similar to the deceptive remarks made by the wandering Taoist at the beginning of the year.
"Indeed there are more."
"Sir, please enlighten me!"
"I have been taught by an expert and have some experience in this process. I can try to isolate the aura and vitality above." Song You said, "This method will not destroy the painting. It will still look the same to people as before. It's just that the spell I cast cannot be permanent." , it can be managed for a few decades at most.”
"Decades?"
"Decades later, if the general's painting is still handed down from generation to generation, and his descendants are engaged in martial arts, with strong martial arts and keen intuition, or the aura of this painting has accumulated over time, and has become more profound, and even has other attainments, and gradually becomes more and more popular with ordinary people. It can have an impact, and it has supernatural qualities. I dare not say that the general’s descendants will love it as much as the general did at that time, and will keep it.”
"Isolating the spiritual vitality..."
"The general will take your pick."
The military attaché narrowed his eyes and was in a dilemma.
Song You didn't rush him, and just took advantage of his thinking to get closer and appreciate the painting carefully.
Look at mixing ink and putting pen to paper.
Look at the picture, look at the lines.
Look at the characters, look at the background.
It depends on what the painter was thinking at the time.
Seen as a painter's superior skill.
Seeing the vitality of this aura, I feel vaguely inspired.
"gentlemen."
"..."
Song You immediately straightened his waist, kept a distance from the painting, and turned to look at the military attache again.
"General, have you thought about it?"
"Sir, please cast a spell to isolate the vitality of the spirit in the painting. Before I die, I will let my descendants keep it well and not hang it in the bedroom." The military attaché said, "As for other supernatural beings, I don't know whether they are good or bad. In this case, Let’s wait and see what happens decades from now. Future generations will have their own destiny.”
"wonderful!"
Song You praised.
Then blow on the painting.
The breath condensed into gray smoke and floated towards the painting in front of him. In the blink of an eye, he got into the painting and disappeared.
Nothing seems to have changed about the portrait.
It seems to be somewhat different from before.
The military attache couldn't help but open his eyes.
I was really deceived by the wandering Taoist. I was still thinking that after the young Taoist finished casting the spell, I must give him a few vague words. I know where he lives. If I dare to deceive him, I will definitely take him there myself. He was in trouble for him in the store, but looking at this scene, no matter what, he couldn't say that anymore.
I had no choice but to cup my hands and fists, bow and salute:
"Thank you sir."
"Easy to do."
"I'll have a good night's sleep tonight."
"I live on Willow Street. The general knows that if you still feel uneasy tonight, you can come see me again."
"Don't dare, don't dare." The military attache raised his hands and said, "I wonder how much money sir will charge?"
"Leave it to the general."
"Let me give it to you?"
"I have come to Changjing. It has always been like this. The general can give as much as he wants." Song You said with a smile, "No more is too much, no less is too little."
"this……"
This reminded him of some medical clinics.
Including in Changjing City, there are also some medical clinics like this: poor people charge different prices for medical treatment than rich people do. Each has its own price. Some famous doctors are very kind-hearted and really deserve the praise of saving people. Poor people who cannot afford medicine not only do not take any money, but also use their own pockets to buy medicine for others.
But this also put him in a dilemma.
I want to be generous, but I also want to be careless.
Thinking that I am not poor, I also feel that every tael of money in my monthly salary has its own use.
Thinking that I am quite brave and should be somewhat chivalrous, I really shouldn't be digging around. He also felt that since his wife and children had just been brought to Changjing, they should buy some good clothes for them.
I thought that this Taoist seemed to be really capable, and giving him more money would be considered a good karma. I also thought that since he acted like this, most of the people he met would not be dissatisfied with the lack of money.
With a casual glance from the corner of his eye, he saw this man standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.
That gaze seemed to be able to see into my own heart.
The military attache's heart skipped a beat.
After a while.
The Taoist took two taels of silver, thanked the military attache respectfully, and left the house with his harvest.
I recommend "Into Unscience" by Fishing Girl! Everyone, go and see it!
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