As long as the skills on the gray wall enter the second level, they will undergo qualitative changes.
Just like calligraphy, if you just look at the font structure, there is no obvious difference between the first level and the first level.
But look at the entire text. Second-level characters will have a special charm.
I originally copied sutras for Qingfeng Guan, but the later ones clearly had an ethereal quality. Just looking at the font makes people feel that the Taoist scriptures are mysterious.
Similarly, when his drawing ability reaches the second level, he will have a lot more knowledge in his mind.
When drawing a face plate, the general shapes of different faces appear in his mind.
When drawing eyes, various eyes such as red phoenix eyes, peach blossom eyes, triangular eyes, watery eyes, etc. come to mind.
Outline the bridge of the nose, and all kinds of information about the three courts, five eyes, and the distribution of the facial features will come in one after another.
As long as a person speaks clearly enough, he can draw a 70-80% portrait of the other person without even meeting him.
Not only that, but the mixing of various paints is also clear.
He also became acquainted with magical pigments such as insect repellent, permanent preservation, and even invisible color change.
Combing his hair, cleaning his beard, changing into clean clothes, holding pen, ink, paper, inkstone and the painting he named Xiaoqian, Chen Mu left home and went straight to Anlefang.
The rice tank has bottomed out. If it doesn't open again, he won't have anything to eat!
…
Anlefang, Ruyizhai.
Chen Mu found the shopkeeper and handed him the only three copper coins he had. I rented tables, chairs, benches, and an open space at the door for a day.
Ruyizhai is one of the four top restaurants in Anlefang.
It specializes in elegant vegetarian food and specializes in various medicinal foods that are warming and detoxifying.
In addition to all kinds of tourists who are not short of money, singers from various brothels often order food here.
Singers don't show up easily, but they always have their own servants running around.
Chen Mu is not famous. If he wants to open up the business as soon as possible, he must let customers see his work as soon as possible.
He targeted these diva servants.
While he was arranging the tables and chairs, a familiar old man wandered into Ruyi Zhai.
But as soon as he entered the door, he stepped back. After looking at Chen Mu, he looked at Chen Mu and said with a half-smile: "Brother, have you thought clearly? You really want to sell paintings here."
This is the old painter Chen Mu met last time.
Later, Chen Mu asked someone to find out. The person's surname was Yan, and he was quite famous. He had been hanging out in Anlefang all his life, and many famous singers had their portraits painted by him.
"Let's eat together." Chen Mu said calmly.
"Do you know who I am?" Painter Yan asked.
"Old Yan, a master of painting, is a guest of all the singers." Chen Mu replied.
"It seems you don't know who I am yet." Painter Yan smiled and said, "It's okay, you will know soon."
After saying that, Shi Shiran walked into Ruyi Zhai to eat.
Chen Mu looked confused.
Isn't he the painter Yan? Any other special status?
Seeing the increasing number of people in Ruyizhai, Chen Mu suppressed doubts in his heart.
After setting up the tables, chairs and benches, Xiaoqian's painting was laid flat on the table, and the corners were pressed down with inkstone paperweights. Chen Mu sat confidently behind the table and waited.
The painting should have been framed and hung so it would stand out more.
Unfortunately, Chen Mu has no money.
It's noon now, which is the time when the singers from all over the world start to get up and eat and do activities.
Maid servants walked out of various brothels and moved to rouge shops, cloth shops, jewelry shops and other places. Ruyizhai also diverted a group of people.
These people saw Chen Mu at the door and the paintings on the table at a glance.
The vivid three-dimensional painting method, just like the photo, attracts people instantly.
Not long after, a circle of people gathered around Chen Mu's desk.
The smart one had taken the lunch box and ran back quickly.
Chen Mu glanced at the back of a maid who left quickly, and felt happy.
It looks like he will be opening soon.
Don't tell me, that maid just now was quite pretty.
Then the singer she serves is not much different.
Not only can you make money, but you can also enjoy watching beautiful singers.
"I'm on the right track!"
But before the beautiful maid came back, an old man came to the door first.
"Steward Li?" Chen Mu asked doubtfully.
"Did you draw it?" Butler Li had a cold face as always, and his words were extremely concise.
"I drew it." Chen Mu answered honestly.
"Follow me." Butler Li said calmly as he glanced at the lifelike portrait on the table.
Is this... a business trip? !
Chen Mu was overjoyed and quickly rolled up the painting and put away the pen and ink. She shouted to the waiter of Ruyizhai and asked him to help move the tables and chairs in, and then quickly followed Butler Li.
I don’t know who the portrait is for.
Could it be that Butler Li has a lover in Anlefang?
No, it's more likely that the eldest young master of the Wang family is hiding a beauty here.
…
Chen Mu left with the painting Xiaoqian, and the onlookers also dispersed.
I don't know when Painter Yan walked out of Ruyi Zhai again, but he stood silently in front of the table.
"Old Yan, are you following the rules?" A strong man appeared behind him.
"If you sell paintings here without the approval of our Miao Painting Workshop, this guy needs to be dealt with." Another thin man also chuckled and answered: "Don't worry, Mr. Yan, this stupid young man, just give him a good beating." Behave yourself.”
Painter Yan has been hanging out in Anlefang all his life.
He has been painting portraits since he was young, and soon became famous because of his outstanding painting skills.
Miaohua Workshop valued his skills and used various means to force him to join.
Later, as his skills greatly increased, he gradually established himself in Miaohua Studio.
After getting enough benefits, he colluded with Miaohuafang and controlled Anlefang's book and portrait business.
Many scholars who made a living selling paintings were either forced to join the Miaohua Workshop to work hard, or were driven away by various means.
Painter Yan stared at the long table where the paintings had been placed and pondered for a moment before suddenly saying: "Find out his background. If there is no background, find an opportunity to break his hands."
The two men, one tall and one short, looked at each other. They were trying to destroy the scholar!
"Yes." The two nodded quickly.
Painter Yan nodded with satisfaction, thinking about the lifelike portrait, and snorted coldly.
The painting is very good, but it is too good!
So good that he is completely inimitable.
Joining this kind of person in the art studio is a threat to him.
He has been following the painting studio for half his life and has been domineering for a long time. He does not want to be overthrown when he is old.
"Then I can only destroy you."
…
Chen Mu quickly followed Butler Li.
As I walked, I left Anlefang.
"Not in Anlefang? Could it be that the eldest son of the Wang family, Jinwu Zangjiao, has a concubine outside?"
The two got on the carriage and rushed into the city along Dongshi Street.
Sitting in the car, Butler Li spoke little and closed his eyes to rest. Chen Mu was not easy to talk to, so he could only look at the scenery from the car window.
As the carriage moved, the buildings on both sides of the street became regular. The clothes worn by people coming and going have also improved significantly.
The streets on the ground are paved with bluestones, and the houses gradually turn from small courtyards to large courtyards.
About a quarter of an hour later, the two came to a red-painted gate.
Chen Mu recognized this place. This was the Wang family compound, the owner of the house he rented.
Is it some young lady from the Wang family who needs a portrait?
Maybe it's time for the wedding, and the family prepares a portrait for a blind date.
Butler Li most likely went to see Painter Yan.
"Hey, does this count as stealing that old man's business?" Chen Mu thought happily.
Follow Butler Li and walk in from the side door.
Along the way, there were rockeries, lakes, pavilions and pavilions, which made Chen Mu sigh with emotion. They deserve to be from a wealthy family.
Then he was led to the inner courtyard by Butler Li, where seven or eight maids and servants were waiting in the courtyard.
Some were carrying basins, some were holding towels, and some were carrying food boxes.
As soon as I walked into the house, a strong smell of medicine hit my nose.
Is this lady still sick?
"Master, the painter is here." Butler Li walked up to a middle-aged man in his forties and said respectfully.
"Him?" The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Mu doubtfully.
Butler Li reached out and took the painting from Chen Mu's hand, unfolded it halfway and showed it to the middle-aged man.
"Not bad. Just him." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he nodded with satisfaction.
"Come with me." Butler Li waved to Chen Mu and walked into the inner room.
"This is my master. I would like Mr. Li to draw a portrait." Steward Li motioned Chen Mu to look at the bed and whispered, "My master is seriously ill. If something unexpected happens, I want to leave a portrait of him for future generations to look up to."
Chen Mu looked over blankly. A pale and angry old man was lying on his back unconscious on the bed.
"The best pen and ink are ready, let's start."
Chen Mu: "..."
This...this is asking me to paint a portrait!
Where is the beautiful lady we promised?
