"Oh?" Chu Ming also became interested and said with a smile: "Why can't you drink the law?"
The young man chuckled: "The drinks here are ten times that of ordinary restaurants. Scholars have no money to drink. You think, if they can't write anything good in exchange for wine, can they still afford this wine? It must be drinking."
Not worth it."
Chu Ming's heart trembled. He suddenly understood the thoughts of the owner of the wine shop. He was clearly a degenerate from Tianya. He opened this wine shop in order to convey a message to these scholars. If you have the ability, then continue.
No, if you give up early, you can still live.
"This owner must be a man of great experience." Chu Ming was a little curious about the owner of this wine shop.
"The name of this name is wind and snow, which also means that the situation of scholars today is like being in a snowstorm. If they persevere, they will be smart and achieve great things. If they can't persevere, they will be killed."
Freezing to death in this wind and snow, what a snow-storm wine shop!" Chu Ming thought to himself. Then he pointed at the landscape painting as tall as a person that he saw when he just entered the door, and said: "How much wine has been exchanged for that painting?
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"This is a good question to ask objectively." The young man's eyes flashed, and he seemed to have some pride: "This painting was made by the owner of the wine shop. He also said that if anyone can compare with this painting, then
He has paid for a lifetime of drinking!”
Chu Ming was shocked. The painting outside the door was indeed lifelike. Just taking a glance at it gave him the illusion of being sucked into it and feeling like he was in the mountains and rivers.
"Xiao Li, come and see how my painting looks like!"
At this time, a scholar shouted loudly, and everyone looked around, including Chu Ming. They saw the painting in his hand at a glance. It was a painting with a bright wind and a bright sun.
A man is sitting by the river fishing, I must say, it is a good painting.
Chu Ming looked at the young guy and wanted to hear what he thought.
Xiao Li shook his head: "One pot at most."
"What!" The scholar was not happy at once: "I painted for three days and three nights. I think this painting is the best painting I have ever painted in my life. You actually said that this painting is only worth a bottle of wine. Xiao
Li Zi, call your master out, you ignorant guy."
Xiao Li curled his lips: "The painting is good, but it has no charm, let alone meaning. It's just a painting."
Chu Ming nodded, that was indeed the case.
"Why is it gone? Tell me, why is it gone?" The scholar said persistently, pointing at Chu Ming beside Xiao Li: "Brother, you come to judge, what is the use of this fishing picture?
Ink, use a pen, there will be no problem!"
Chu Ming was stunned. He didn't have any research on painting, but when it came to looking at the spirit, he could tell a bit. He walked closer and looked at the painting carefully. Indeed, as the man said, in
The pen and ink are almost perfect, but...
"As you said, the pen and ink are flawless."
As soon as these words came out, the man smiled immediately, but before his smile faded, he heard Chu Ming say again: "Unfortunately, there is no magical tunnel. This painting depicts people and scenery, but it is a dead person, a dead person."
The scene has no soul at all."
There was silence.
Even that man was stupid.
Immediately afterwards, everyone sneered: "God? Are you kidding? It's not just painting, what kind of god can you draw? This kid can really stand and talk without pain. He can draw profound things. Who is not a great talent in the world!"
But Xiao Li's eyes narrowed, and there was something more in his eyes when he looked at Chu Ming.
The man was stunned for a moment, and said slightly angrily: "You, you said that my paintings are dead paintings, what do you know? Can you hold a pen, can you paint! Xiao Li, aren't only literati allowed in? This person is
What are you doing, when did your Fengxue Winery let the idlers come in?"
Xiao Li frowned slightly.
Chu Ming's expression changed slightly. He was not looking at the man, but at Xiao Li. He actually felt a slight fluctuation of zhenqi from Xiao Li. Obviously, this Xiao Li was not as simple as he seemed on the surface.
, is a monk!
"I said, this painting can only be worth a bottle of wine. Either continue painting, or pay the money and leave." Xiao Li said solemnly.
The man's face suddenly changed: "I don't accept it!" He shouted, but Xiao Li suddenly moved, moving like a rabbit, he approached with a whoosh, grabbed the man's arm, and moved toward Fengxue Liquor House.
Throw it outside.
"I don't accept it, I don't accept it! Even idlers can come in, why can't I? I don't accept it!"
The man kept roaring and was furious.
"Forget it, I'll just draw one." Chu Ming looked at the crowd and spoke.
At this time, everyone was stunned again, including Xiao Li, the man, and everyone present. They looked at Chu Ming blankly. These are scholars. They have their own eyesight. No one who looks at Chu Ming can feel anything.
The taste of pen and ink.
That taste is unique to literati.
"Young hero, you..." Xiao Li frowned.
Chu Ming smiled and did not respond, but just did it. At this moment, everyone gathered around, and some people sneered: "Let you cultivators try it too, literati are not that easy, just think you have the skills."
Can you paint?"
"It doesn't matter if you attack them, it will save them from being arrogant."
The man just now also walked up with a cold snort: "You said my paintings are dull, but I want to see what kind of things you can draw!"
Xiao Li did not pull the man out, but with a flash of light in his eyes, he surrounded him.
Chu Ming sat down and gave a helpless smile. This was his first time painting, but as soon as he sat down, his mind wandered with the pale rice paper in front of him. He thought about what he wanted to draw, and what he wanted to draw in his mind
, but the past is passing by like a sea of upheaval.
In Chu Ming's eyes, the emotions were constantly changing. First it was laughter, then sadness, then surprise, then shock, and then it turned into disbelief, anger, warmth, extremely complicated, and constantly changing...
He can't paint, but he has extraordinary experience.
Although he is young, what he has experienced in this life is something that few others can compare to.
It took a long time to burn incense.
The literati had begun to frown impatiently, and the man from before sneered disdainfully: "You can't even draw, and you still criticize my paintings. It's ridiculous..." Before he could finish his words, his pupils suddenly shrank,
Chu Ming, moved.
Chu Ming picked up the pen, and his eyes finally settled on an unforgettable emotion. The emotion was very complex, like warmth, like reluctance, like happiness...
He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and put it on the rice paper, but... drop it, a drop of black ink fell on the rice paper before he could finish writing, and then it fainted, and a big drop appeared.
A black spot like a thumb.
"It's over, the paper was destroyed before I even put pen to paper."
"Tsk tsk tsk, is this person here to cause trouble?"