This, Lu Zian doesn't know?

The atmosphere suddenly became a little stagnant, and everyone seemed to want to laugh but hold it in, and they didn't know what to say for a moment.

Lu Zian looked up at them and said naturally: "There are very few people who know the technique of painting gold with cone, isn't this a normal thing?"

You should know that the academic community believes that this traditional technique originated from the Song Dynasty, flourished in the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. In fact, this craft has emerged in the unearthed Han Dynasty documents.

The tip of the pen was slightly paused on the paper, and Lu Zi'an's eyebrows and eyes were elegant and indifferent: "The skill of gold making has reached its peak in the Ming Dynasty. There was a record in "The Book of Lacquer": fine outlines, fibers, and knives should be smooth and no nodules should be avoided. The fine outlines between objects and images, and brushing them one by one..."

While speaking, he slowly finished drawing the last few strokes on the paper.

He filled the wear areas with colors. At this time, although they were black and white, they clearly outlined the patterns of the dragon chaise.

It's really rare, this painting technique is really lifelike...

Although everyone didn't understand why he wanted to draw it, no one asked, and just admired it carefully.

"Yingxuan, come here."

Alas? Everyone suddenly looked back and saw Ying Xuan, who was originally overwhelmed by people, reappearing in front of others.

In this hall, Ying Xuan is the youngest and has the lowest position, so it is normal for him to be more respectful.

Before this, although he felt that everyone didn't trust him to be able to bear such a great responsibility, Mr. Zhuo only privately mentioned to others that Ying Xuan had good skills, but the others were obviously not very interested, so he could only forget it.

Ying Xuan, who had originally listened silently, raised his head and stared at Lu Zi'an in a daze.

"Yes." He felt his right foot was as heavy as a pound, and every step was very laborious.

But he finally stood up.

No wonder people say that people go to high places and water flows to low places.

Standing high and looking far, I feel that even the air is fresher.

He took a light breath, and the heart that was beating violently in his chest calmed down a little: "Master."

"Come on." Lu Zian slapped the open space next to him: "You make these two pictures."

Made it?

Ignoring the shock and disbelief in everyone's eyes, Lu Zi'an looked at Mr. Li lightly: "May I ask, is there a nanmu here?"

Mr. Li was also shocked by his magical stroke, but he still quickly reacted: "Some."

The restoration of cultural relics is already cumbersome and delicate, and they have prepared all materials.

“How big does it need?”

"Just as big as these two places." Lu Zian clapped his hands and handed the drawing board in his hand to Ying Xuan together with the drawing paper: "How about the technique of painting gold with cone, right?"

"..." Ying Xuan stared at his master with despair in his eyes: Master, you can't cheat me! Ahhhhhhh!

Mr. Zhuo next to him lit up his eyes: "Hey? Yes, I heard that when Mr. Ying and Chongyun competed on the same stage, they were just self-taught gossips?"

"Can you learn to draw a gossam? "A expert in calligraphy and painting restoration is skeptical about this, but Master Zhuo is highly respected and competes with Chongyun... Such a big thing should be impossible to laugh at...

After all, the Internet is very developed now. If you really want to know, just check it out!

Someone really secretly checked it out. After a moment, everyone present looked at Ying Xuan with caution.

Looking at such a young man, are you really capable?

However, Ying Xuan still looked at his master with one eye, accusing Lu Zi'an of ruthlessness with his eyes, hoping that he could discover his conscience.

However, Lu Zian only looked at him with a smile: "Come on, apprentice, the technique of drawing gold in cone is similar to the drawing of a gossip. Although you haven't used it for a long time, you can think about it carefully and practice it a few more times. It's okay."

He pretended not to understand Ying Xuan's eyes, smiled and patted his shoulder: "Don't be embarrassed."

Then……

He just...left...

Leave...

Mr. Li was also a little stunned: "Master Lu, where are you going?"

"I don't know how to do this, just Ying Xuan." Lu Zian shook hands with him gracefully and said goodbye: "I'm here in the Forbidden City, I want to go around. Goodbye, Mr. Li."

Since he said so, the others didn't stop him. Mr. Li was about to go to see him off, but was stopped.

Mr. Zhuo looked at him with a smile on his face: "You guys continue, continue, the repair of the dragon throne is more important, I just go and send Master Lu."

The others are addicted to repairing and cannot extricate themselves, and are not interested in these relationships, so they only looked at Lu Zian and turned around.

Staring at Ying Xuan.

They felt that their eyes were particularly sharp. Ying Xuan was sitting on the steps in front of the dragon chaise in the hall, crying without tears.

He was roaring and crying inside, but he gritted his teeth and did not dare to let go, for fear that he would ask his master's wife for help.

Don't take such a trick on your apprentice...

However, no one could understand his inner despair, and Mr. Li stared at him with bright eyes: "Mr. Ying, you really know the technique of painting gold? Oh, it turns out that he is young and promising, and he is talented. It is really rare..."

Stop bragging, the cows are flying in the sky...

Ying Xuan lowered his head dejectedly, staring at the drawing in a daze.

Do hairsprings be used on varnish?

Cone painting is a technique of sand calligraphy, and the original body of the gossip is also a technique of painting.

What do they have in common? If...

Looking at the drawings in front of me, the black and white seemed to be scattered, but they were connected to each other.

Before he knew it, Ying Xuan had forgotten everything around him and could see it in his mind.

It feels very wonderful, like these lines will swim with the changes of light and shadow.

In those black covered areas, there are a few lines with a slightly lighter color. They don’t feel the color flat. When looking at the light, you can see subtle differences.

Ying Xuan held the drawing, suddenly moved and turned around suddenly.

Those slender marks are exactly in line with these lines, but they are not bad at all.

Master, do you really know how to draw gold?

He suddenly remembered the faint smile in his eyes before his master left.

The master has always been like this. He seems cold and inhumane, but he always thinks about them when he gets along.

It is like a huge tree that will never fall, standing in front of you to block all the wind and rain.

Before he knew it, Ying Xuan felt his vision was a little hazy.

"Mr. Ying..." Mr. Li was a little surprised and said carefully: "Nanmu has been brought over. Do you want it now?"

"Yes!" A thousand pride suddenly rose in Ying Xuan's heart.

Isn’t it just a technique of painting gold?

He even thought about the hairspring drawing, but he was afraid that such similar techniques would not be able to be studied?

The ancients were smart, but he was not stupid either!

Ying Xuan took out the tool box and took out the carving knife he was most familiar with.

This carving knife was given to him by the master!

The moment he took the knife, Ying Xuan straightened his spine.

He had never felt the weight he carried like now. Many pictures flashed in front of his eyes, and finally frozen in the faint eyes that the master glanced over.

Every line and every arc are just right.

He did not read the drawings, nor did he look back at the patterns on the dragon chaise.

I never felt so happy. He was stably and accurately in the knife, and the complex patterns slowly bloomed under the knife.

A subtle and delicate expression requires a strong foundation in traditional swordsmanship and a strong styling control ability.

And Ying Xuan has all these.

It seemed as if everyone had seen Ying Xuan for the first time. At this moment, his image finally coincided with the rumored chief disciple of Master Lu.

Look at the wood carvings he made, then look up at the dragon chaise.

Every place is vivid and natural, and it is exactly the same as the dragon chaise.

If Ying Xuan hadn't finished it all, they really wanted to use a ruler to measure it and compare it.

Walking to the steps in front of the hall, Master Zhuo forced a work permit and said it was convenient for them to visit the Forbidden City.

After Lu Zian took it, Master Zhuo returned to the hall with peace of mind. After all, he was also very curious about the technique of painting gold in the cone.

When he left, Shen Mange looked back and hesitated: "Brother Zi'an, is it okay to just put Ying Xuan here like this...?"

I always feel a bit pitiful...

Suddenly I felt a little sympathetic to Xiao Xuanxuan...

"It's okay." Lu Zian was very free and easy, and waved his hand slightly: "Don't worry, he can do it."
To be continued...