"Eight Horses Picture?"
When Lin Yi heard this name, he immediately thought of the mural hanging on the wall of his hometown in his previous life, which happened to be Xu Beihong's "Eight Horses".
wrong!
The so-called "Eight Horses" by Xu Beihong is actually a fake painting. Xu Beihong never painted the Eight Horses. In fact, Xu Beihong, a master of landscape painting in his previous life, only painted "Six Horses" and "Galloping Horses".
'I just happened to have seen the original painting of the Six Horses in the museum and copied it... and I thought that with the current methods, I could probably transport it! '
Lin Yi thought this in his heart.
Copying paintings is different from carrying poems. There is no way to recite them. You can only keep them in your mind, remember every detail, and then draw them again.
It's very difficult.
"Okay, I accept your challenge!" Lin Yi nodded in agreement.
"good!"
"Have courage!"
"Prince Dayan, you impress me with admiration. You write poems and articles well, but as for your paintings... I think you still lack some talent!"
"Please go to the studio!"
The elders of the Jiang family praised Lin Yi's courage very much. This disciple of their Jiang family happens to be best at painting horses.
Very ancestral style.
Jiang Erhe didn't say anything more at this time and took Lin Yi to a studio.
"Your Highness, you can just paint with peace of mind. If you need to grind ink, it doesn't matter if you are a woman or a man..." Jiang Erhe said.
Lin Yi smiled and said: "Thanks to the Master Jiang, I can do it myself."
"Okay, Jiang will retreat first!" Jiang Erhe then retreated and gently closed the door.
Outside the studio, no one in the Jiang family left, waiting for the paintings of Lin Yi and the Jiang family's genius to be finished.
If the Jiang family wins, then Jiang Hao's limelight will surely overshadow Jiang Qinghe's, and he will become the rising star of hundreds of schools of thought, and become famous all over the world.
No one is not looking forward to this moment.
…
In the studio.
Lin also studies ink and lays paper to paint. Landscape painting is not easy to copy. This involves the placement of ink, and the effects presented by light and dark are completely different.
Just like color mixing for oil paintings, this is all technical work.
Fortunately, Lin Yi didn't need to copy it completely, because there was no Master Xu Beihong's Six Horses in the world. He only needed to copy the charm and it would be considered a success.
They don't need to be similar in every detail.
Lin was also affected by everything in the studio. Even if he had no idea of painting at this time, he couldn't help but splash ink.
"I wonder how far Master Xu's Six Horses Picture is from the ancestor of the Jiang family..." Lin Yi thought in his mind.
He still has great confidence in winning against the Jiang family's younger generation.
After all, even the Seven Saints’ Enlightenment Picture was copied so that it looked fake, so how could the Six Horses Picture be any worse?
And can the descendants of the Jiang family do it?
In addition to charm and adaptability to the scene, the painting also requires talent. He is a third-grade scholar, blessed by Haoran's righteousness, and his talent and foundation cannot be compared to that of a fifth-grade scholar, right?
Lin Yi writes very quickly, with awe-inspiring righteousness condensed at the tip of the pen. The horse in the painting has a flowing halo, and it really seems to be alive.
soon.
Lin Yi finished the painting, gently put down the brush, and dried the ink. He felt very satisfied when he looked at the six-horse picture with excellent details and charm.
Lin Yi then opened his consciousness and found that the Jiang family's genius was not finished yet, so he was not in a hurry to go out.
He put the scroll into the Yuan Shen Na Ring and began to look at the studio.
Suddenly, he thought of a problem, that is, entering the spiritual realm where a saint attains enlightenment, there is a high probability of talking to the sage.
"Understanding the origins of various schools of thought will definitely be of great help in winning over them... give it a try?"
Lin was also a little excited, so he thought of giving it a try when he had nothing to do.
He sat cross-legged on a chair in the studio. In his consciousness, the Tai Chi Bagua diagram appeared behind his soul, and he was highly concentrated.
Then a faint feeling of lightness came over him, and Lin Yi opened his eyes suddenly.
He found that he was not in the studio at this moment, but in the spiritual realm, a mysterious world that only the soul could enter.
"The spiritual realm is related to the rules of literature and Taoism, and it is also related to the enlightenment of saints..."
"After a saint attains enlightenment, many cultural rules are integrated into the transformation process of his soul. These rules will remain in the enlightenment field, and entering the spiritual realm from the enlightenment field will have a high probability of entering the long river of history. , and talk to the sage."
Lin Yi looked around the spiritual realm where he was. The scene around him was changing, with many pictures appearing, as if there were maps for him to choose from.
A piece of dusty history is playing out in the picture.
"How can we be sure that the picture in the picture is the historical node of the Jiang family's sage's enlightenment?" Lin Yi was a little confused.
But that's it.
As his thoughts rose, a spinning vortex appeared in front of Yuanshen. In the vortex was a picture. In a dilapidated house, a decadent middle-aged man with a skinny face and sunken eyes was lying on the bed. …
"This person is somewhat similar to the head of the Jiang family..."
Lin also did not expect that the historical node belonging to the ancestors of the Jiang family would be presented directly in front of him.
"Get in!"
Lin Yi didn't hesitate at all, and his soul directly entered the long river of history.
…
In the dark passage of history, time flies by like light and shadow.
Bundles of fireworks of time create brilliant brilliance and turn into a colorful passage across time and space.
In the passage across which the soul crossed, Lin Yi saw countless phantoms of majestic saints in a trance.
He guessed that this must be a strong man who dominated an era and left indelible traces in the long river of time.
At the very least, he is a powerful Yasheng.
In the past, when he entered the Xiansheng Enlightenment Dojo, he felt a huge pressure when faced with the shadows of those majestic saints.
But now I feel nothing.
It's like... everyone is the same type of person.
…
Thousands of years ago.
Painting City is not yet called Painting City. Jiang Liu'er, a poor and middle-aged scholar, has devoted himself to painting Taoism for half his life, but has never achieved much.
He made a living by buying paintings, but compared to others, his paintings had no advantages, and he was not famous at first.
In this era when buying paintings depends on reputation, his paintings are arty and not expensive for ordinary people to buy.
But the money from selling the paintings was not enough for him to practice cultivation.
Jiang Liuer was lying on the bed, despairing about the future.
boom!
At this moment, the dilapidated courtyard door was violently kicked open by a group of people.
"Jiang Liuer, pay back the money!"
A young man in Confucian shirt holding a folding fan swaggered in with a few scholars and followers to collect debts.
Jiang Liuer's face suddenly looked like he had swallowed thousands of piles of fly dung, it was terribly ugly...
"Hey, just die!"
He sighed deeply, stood up and walked out of the room, his face immediately filled with a smile: "Brother Ma..."
"Who the hell is your brother? You can be my uncle now. It's time to pay back the money you owe me, right? I heard that you have sold a few paintings these days, so you must have some money! "
The young man in scholar's shirt stretched out his hand and asked Jiang Liu'er for some money.
"Brother Ma... I'm very tight on money lately. Can you give me a few more days? How about I make some paintings to offset the debt?"
Jiang Liu'er said in a low voice.
"What the hell...that bullshit painting of yours can't even be considered a calligraphy treasure. Can it be worth money? Can it be worth shitty money!" Jiang Liu'er yelled, spitting.
