Painting must be done carefully.
Bai Yujun can't understand wild or crazy painters, maybe Benlong's artistic conception is not enough.
For example, the madman screams and sprinkles ink at will. Such painting techniques should belong to metaphysics, relying on the so-called artistic conception to make every drop of ink fall just right. Of course, if you can't understand it anyway, it is because your realm is too low.
It's rainy, wet and cold.
Thunder rumbled.
Yaotian ancient town outside the city.
The bluestone roads on both sides of the waterway are worn smooth, and the old white walls are soaked in mist and rain.
The town has faded away from its prosperity, leaving only tranquility. The weeping willows are even more green in the wind and rain. At the door, a tabby cat paws and squints.
There is a dilapidated old house with water dripping from the eaves. In front of the window, a young scholar is sleeping at the desk. The house is simple and bare of walls. Apart from this barren house, there are only snakes, insects, rats and ants for company.
The scholar's surname was Zhang Mingyao, whose family fell into decline.
Prefers painting.
However, a certain sentence can be used everywhere.
A loser's reasoning is just like farting, a successful person's farting is all reasoning. Before success, no one will care no matter how good his painting skills are. In the Jinshan painter competition, Zhang Yao was too depressed and had no chance to show off. Therefore, it made sense for Bai to change his knight costume and become a wealthy daughter.
Zhang Yao tried painting a dragon, and the appearance was lifelike. However, he always felt that something was missing.
I was puzzled, exhausted, and took a nap at the desk, and suddenly the fragrant breeze came...
"Mr. Zhang...Mr. Zhang..."
Listening to the voice in a daze.
I woke up feeling numb in my arms and sore in my neck.
"Who...?"
Rubbing the greasy face, he looked back at the door.
No one was there, so he shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking he was still dreaming. The wet wind hit his face, and he felt uncomfortable with the sticky clothes sticking to his body. He suddenly trembled and quickly put away the paper on the table in front of the window. It couldn't be used in the rain.
A piece of paper fell under the table, Zhang Yao squatted and got under the table to pick up the paper.
I stretched my arms and tried hard enough, feeling that my face was about to be squeezed out of shape, and I was almost able to pick it up.
"Mr. Zhang? It's a pity that he's not very smart at such a young age."
"..."
On the edge of the table, half of Zhang Yao's face was revealed, which had been squeezed out of shape.
Outside the window, a beautiful girl is lying on the windowsill.
What a beauty……
I'm at a loss for words to think of words of praise.
Compared with the courtesans in the city, they are different from clouds and mud. They are rare in the world, but what's going on with the antlers and sharp ears on their heads? Are you still in a dream and haven't woken up yet?
"Boy, I'm here to negotiate a deal with you. How about one hundred taels of silver? Are you particularly excited?"
"Business and trade..."
Zhang Yao stood up, but was knocked by the table.
"Can you please stand up? At least you should be polite when treating guests."
Get up in a panic.
Looking again, it still has antlers and pointed ears.
I vaguely saw a tail behind the girl outside the window, a tail covered with white scales...
It's like being struck by five thunders, your mind is interrupted and your whole body is trembling, monster... monster! There is a monster outside the window. Will she eat herself? Will it destroy the town?
Bai rolled his eyes.
The small hand condensed the water ball and hit him in the face.
"Hey! Why don't you wake up quickly and use the Awakening Technique!"
In an instant, Zhang Yao's head was completely clear and he was spinning quickly. He quickly stood up with an impressive look, but unfortunately the trembling in his calves gave him away.
"Fairy... fairy... what can you teach me..."
"I don't dare to take it seriously. I have a deal here to paint a dragon. However, the price is too low for me to accept. So, I will hire you to paint a dragon with a salary of 100 taels of silver. Do you think about it?"
When it comes to painting, Zhang Yao immediately forgets about his situation and restores his state.
"How does a girl know that I am good at painting?"
"Because I am a god."
Bai Yujun's answer was of course, he came here with the skill of looking at Qi. As he said, you can't buy Benlong's paintings with only ten taels of gold. However, no matter how thin the tip of a needle is, it is still iron. How can the meat residue fly away from the mouth? The so-called engineering Subcontracting has become the first choice, and even if it is subcontracted, it must be of high quality.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yao, a poor scholar with a poor family, was found to have the best painting skills in a thousand miles away.
He covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, looking at the desolate old house and shaking his head.
Flip through your pocket.
Take out a piece of red leaf and lightly sip the lipstick, then rouge your lips.
Give him some time to think. As a mortal, his thinking speed is too slow. Just touch up his makeup to pass the boring time.
Throw away the red leaves, take out the bronze mirror and look around, I am very satisfied.
Finally, Zhang Yao agreed to paint.
"Dragon is a divine beast. It is responsible for moving clouds and making rain. It can rise and disappear. I only know about it in classics and legends. I have never seen it with my own eyes. How can I draw it?"
“Am I to understand that I can draw it just by seeing it?”
“That’s right, it’s difficult to paint a dragon or a god, otherwise it’s just empty talk.”
Hearing this, Moubai nodded.
Very nice and professional.
He tilted his head and smiled charmingly at Zhang Yao, floating lightly in the air.
"Fairy..."
Zhang Yao thought that Bai Yujun was leaving, so he hurriedly pushed the table away and stood in front of the window, unable to move his eyes away. Whether in his dream or in his dream, it was rare in his life to meet the goddess of heaven. If he took a few more glances, he might be able to paint a masterpiece. What a rare opportunity. Maybe the opportunity to achieve success is today!
The goddess slowly flew into the sky, the wind, rain and thunder became quiet, and the dark clouds gathered and rolled.
Sudden.
The beautiful goddess transformed into a white dragon!
Zhang Yao swore that this was the most beautiful divine object he had ever seen in his life as he traveled through the clouds and mist. Ordinary people would only find it shocking and majestic, but he could see some kind of special beauty, swimming and soaring, and the artistic conception was indescribable.
Diving down suddenly!
When it falls outside the window, it turns back into a woman in white.
"Did you see clearly?"
"Zhang has seen clearly..."
"Okay, here are the 20 taels of deposit and pen and ink. Let's set off immediately to paint at Jinshan Temple outside the city. After the work is completed, we will pay another 80 taels of silver."
"It's a deal, Zhang will leave now."
"Very well, the contract has been made. If you go back on it, you will pay a terrible price."
Put down the silver pen and ink, keep smiling, turn around and lose sight of it instantly, as if it was really a dream.
Boom!
Electric snakes fell to the earth, and thunder exploded deafeningly.
"ah……"
Zhang Yao was awakened by the thunder, looked up at the dark clouds and rain outside the window, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"I didn't expect it was really a dream in the mist. Alas, the beauty's voice, face, and smile are still before my eyes. Unfortunately, I woke up from the dream. I hope I can draw her, but who can prove to me that the fairy once stopped outside the window."
Dejected, he stood up and closed the window.
Suddenly the whole body stiffened!
With his eyes wide open, his gaze was attracted by a red leaf on the windowsill!
"this……"
The small lip prints on the red leaves are clear and conspicuous.
Lowering his head, he saw twenty taels of silver and top-grade pen and ink placed on the table.
Lightning fell on the hills outside the town, but Zhang Yao felt as if it struck him. He was surprised, frightened, happy, and uncontrollably emotional. He really saw the goddess, and it was not a dream!
Picking up the red leaves, I carefully put them into the wooden box with trembling hands.
He hurriedly packed up his pen and ink, pushed open the broken door, held up a broken umbrella and rushed into the rain, running wildly towards Jinshan outside the town. The townspeople thought Zhang Yao was crazy.
Jinshan.
In the temple, Huixian and the other three made a fire to dry their clothes.
It rained heavily on the way to alms.
Half a bowl of rootless water was turned into half a bowl of rootless water after all the hard work. The unfinished temple was used as a place to stay. It was empty and simple, but the view was so good that half of the city could be seen covered in mist.
The flames crackled and the crazy young scholar rushed in.
Get your pen, ink and paint ready and immediately climb onto the wooden frame to paint.
Painting a dragon must of course be tangible and charming, so as to unknowingly evoke the visions of heaven and earth. Especially along the coast of Jinshan Mountain in Dukou, there are strong winds and high waves, as if there are monsters making waves.
In front of the campfire, small stones are used to dry the bald head...
