"A person who is good at painting is extremely good and beautiful. He has mountains and valleys in his chest. He hides the world in his eyes, which is all-encompassing. He writes about the world with his pen and spreads his artistic conception with ink. Li Peichao is not talented. I wonder how Brother Gui wants to compete?"
Li Peichao stood on the ring with no humility and looked at Gui Buer who slowly climbed up to the high platform.
But Li Peichao looked suspiciously at Gui Bul, who was slowly walking onto the ring. He turned out to be a man with leg problems. Li Peichao immediately calmed down his expression and became calm, not paying any attention to Gui Bul's right.
Leg problems.
After Gui Buer stood still, he looked at Li Peichao calmly: "Gui Bu'er, a scholar of the Jin Kingdom, is polite. I have met Brother Li. Brother Li will not dislike Gui Buer, a cripple, for coming on stage to compete with you and losing Brother Li's reputation, right?"
"
Gui Bu'er was dressed in a green robe and claimed to be a lame man. He did not have any hidden meaning and frankly admitted that he was a lame man. He was a little dashing but also a little lonely.
Li Peichao's expression was the same: "If God abandons us, we should strengthen ourselves. Mere leg problems cannot cover up the brilliance of a man with great ambitions."
Gui Buer's calm face showed a trace of gentleness: "If it weren't for the competition today, Gui Buer would definitely treat Brother Li to a drink. It's rare to have a close friend in life. On this trip to the south of the Yangtze River, I can meet someone like Brother Li.
It’s really a blessing in life, but it’s a pity.”
"If we meet by chance, it's no shame. No matter whether we win or lose in this competition, Li Peichao will be waiting at any restaurant in Jinling City at any time. We look forward to Brother Gui's visit."
Gui Buer's eyes brightened and he stared at Li Peichao: "Brother Li, are you serious about what you said?"
Li Peichao stretched out his right hand and placed it between the two of them: "A gentleman's words."
Gui Bu'er crept forward and held Li Peichao's hand tightly with his palm: "Hurry up and whip the horse!"
Li Peichao and Li Peichao walked to the desk prepared by the yamen servant and each checked that there was no problem with the pen and ink on his scroll. They smiled at each other and looked at each other closely like best friends.
"The land in the south of the Yangtze River is a land of plenty, with mountains and rivers, and beautiful scenery. Li Peichao took this as his theme. How about you and I each splash ink on a landscape painting? I wonder if Brother Gui is good at landscapes?"
It was Li Peichao's decision to choose the topic this time, but Li Peichao actually gave up the initiative to ask about the paintings that his opponent was good at. Publicly speaking, Li Peichao was worthy of being a gentleman, but privately speaking, Li Peichao was somewhat irresponsible.
Li Peichao dismissed the rumors in his ears that he had given in to Gui Buer, or in other words, he just ignored them and didn't care.
Gui Bu'er's expression became brighter and brighter, and he laughed happily when he saw Li Peichao: "Gui Bu'er boasts that he has traveled all over the mountains and five mountains, and has met more than a thousand people. The only person who can achieve the gentleman's demeanor is you, Brother Li.
One person, no matter whether he wins or loses today, Gui Buer is willing to treat Brother Li as a close friend. If he is prompted, he will never say a word. To be honest with Brother Li, Gui Buer's legs are to seek the true meaning of landscape painting.
Guibul accidentally fell off a cliff when he was in the mountains of Shu. Not only is Guibul unparalleled in landscape painting, he has few rivals in the Jin Kingdom. Guibul will not show mercy just because he likes Brother Li's heart!"
"This is better, Brother Gui, please!"
"Brother Li, please."
The two of them each chose a book table and began to study ink. They stopped chatting with each other and focused entirely on the picture scroll on the book table.
Studying ink and picking up the pen at the same time, the two seemed to be deliberately competing, and in no time the painting began to outline refreshing curves.
Li Peichao grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, and the paintings he created are naturally related to the south of the Yangtze River. Under Li Peichao's splash of ink, the mountains towering on the scroll are towering and steep, the dense forests are lush and leafy, and the gurgling water is looming.
The mountain is steep and severe, and only mountain monkeys can be climbed. The stream is winding, and small boats are looming high and low.
The danger of the mountain lies in the fact that it contains ancient trees, as well as strong and proud weeds. There seem to be jackals, tigers and leopards hiding in the dense forest, and the peaks are varied and diverse in shape.
The beauty of the water is as poetic as picturesque, with dense water grass on the river bank, towering green willows beside the stream, dancing willow branches reflecting on the river, and fishing boats dimly appearing far away and now close.
A few strokes of light ink outline an amazing artistic conception.
Gui Buer was a scholar of the Jin Dynasty, and the paintings on the scroll were actually Jiangnan scenery. He was deeply attached to the mountains and rivers of the Yangtze River, with endless lovesickness, beautiful mountains and rivers, and curling smoke from cooking stoves.
The small bridge is home to flowing water, and the ancient trees are towering. A beautiful lady holding an umbrella is standing on the small bridge and looking at the river in the distance. The river is long and clear, and the water is lotus. It is intoxicating to the ears and eyes.
The water of the river is clear and agile, which makes people imagine the treasures at the bottom of the river. The peaks of the mountains are steep and majestic, but when a beautiful person stops, the charm of the small bridge and flowing water suppresses the artistic conception of the landscape to nothing, but it also embellishes the beauty of the landscape.
Li Peichao's landscape paintings are superior to the precipitous and remote landscapes, while Gui Bul's landscape paintings are superior to the fairyland on earth.
After signing the payment, the two of them sighed and stopped writing at the same time.
"Brother Gui, you have a solid foundation, I admire you."
"Brother Li is not bad either."
“How to decide winning or losing?”
"What's your evaluation?"
"That's what Brother Gui means."
The two changed places and walked to each other's desk.
Li Peichao stared at Gui Buer's painting in deep thought and took a few breaths: "Li Peichao lost!"
Looking at Li Peichao's landscape paintings, Gui Bu'er was not surprised when he heard his words: "Brother Li, is he unwilling to do so?"
Li Peichao shook his head indifferently: "Li Peichao's skills are not as good as others, and he is convinced that he lost. My paintings pay too much attention to the essence of the meaning of landscape. Compared with Brother Gui who did the opposite and used artistic conception to set off the landscape, it is not the least bit worse."
It’s disrespectful to say that Brother Gui would sacrifice his own safety and disregard for the artistic conception of mountains and rivers. Li Peichao is ashamed of himself.”
Li Peichao saluted Qi Run and Qi Run on the high platform: "Junior Li Peichao has failed to meet the expectations of these two adults. Please forgive me."
Qi Run stood up and looked at Hu Jun, who looked slightly downcast, stroking his beard and saying with a smile: "If you win, you will not be arrogant and if you lose, you will not be discouraged. It shows the style of our country of Chinese etiquette. What is the crime? Go back!"
Although Qi Run regretted that Li Peichao lost to Gui Bu'er of the Jin Dynasty mission, he did not blame him too much. Victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists. If he reprimanded Li Peichao, he would probably be a disgrace to the next four scholars.
It brings psychological pressure, so it is better to admit failure openly.
Even if you lose, you should feel at ease with defeat. Li Peichao is exactly like this. His skills are inferior to others and he has no complaints.
"Thank you, sir."
"Brother Li, don't take this small competition to heart. One day you will definitely surpass Gui Bu'er. Know your shame and then be brave. We believe in you."
"Yes, Brother Li, victory or defeat is just a matter of military strategism. We have won three games in a row, so it doesn't matter if we let them win one. Otherwise, if we win them all, wouldn't it mean that we Jiangnan scholars don't understand the style of humility!"
Many people comforted Li Peichao who returned from defeat.
Others complained that Li Peichao was arrogant. He could decide the rules of the game, but he wanted to act like a hero and imitate the demeanor of ancient sages. He chose landscape painting, which Gui Buer was good at, and turned an advantage into a disadvantage.
They were already a little dissatisfied with Li Peichao and they won the lottery, but suddenly they felt more resentful because of Li Peichao's actions. However, due to the presence of everyone and the presence of Prince Li Yugang, it was difficult to get angry.
However, there are still twos and threes whispering about Li Peichao's faults.
Li Peichao ignored the comments in his ears and walked straight back to his seat and sat down.
"Brother Hu, Brother Qin, Brother Liu, I have let you down."
"Hey, what are you talking about? As long as Brother Li is at peace, that's all." Hu Jun comforted Li Peichao.
Qin Bin nodded slightly: "Yes, as there is a specialization in the art, Brother Li may not be much worse than Gui Bul in other aspects. Brother Li doesn't need to take it to heart."
Liu Mingzhi gave Li Peichao a thumbs up. To be fair, although he did not agree with what Li Peichao did, if the country still preserves the so-called gentleman's style at the moment, isn't this a corrupt Confucianism? But he also admires Li Peichao's character.
Ask yourself if he can't do this.
This world is like this. We need shameless guys like Mr. Liu, and we also need honest and upright people like Li Peichao. Didn’t our ancestors also say that good and evil are opposites, and the combination of yin and yang is the way to go.
However, although I admire him, Liu Mingzhi will not deal with people like Li Peichao. People who can't tolerate the sand in their eyes are often not easy to talk to, and that's not the case. At least they are not suitable for people like Liu Mingzhi to talk to.
To put it in a relatively clear sentence, Liu Mingzhi is a realist, while Li Peichao is an idealist. They each have their own ideas. If they can't be on the same road, then just walk on the single-plank bridge of Yangguan Road.
On the contrary, he prefers people like Qin Bin, who are upright but know how to be flexible and will not follow their own ideas to the end.
Liu Mingzhi himself also thought viciously. If he went on stage to compete with Gui Bul, he would definitely be at odds with Gui Bul. After all, Gui Bul and Li Peichao were the same people. With his cynical attitude, he would definitely be at odds with Gui Bul.
Buer was somewhat argumentative.
If everything goes well, then let it be. If there is a dispute, the first step will definitely disturb Gui Bu'er's character.
Don't you call yourself a lame?
"Okay, lame man, if you don't obey, run away!" He will kill someone directly.
But it's just a thought. Liu Mingzhi would not speak out loud to anger Gui Buer unless he had to. The premise is that the enemy and we are in a state of incompatibility, so he would do it as a last resort.
Liu Mingzhi is a realist. He knows very well that being kind to his enemies means being cruel to himself. His main purpose is to protect his own vital interests. This is his nature.
Everyone is for me, and I am for everyone. Sorry, this world is not like that, and I am not that great and noble.
Hundreds of ghosts walk at night in the heavy rain, and there are people among them who are even happier than the ghosts. Liu Mingzhi can't figure out why.
"In the fourth match, Jin Guo's scholar Gui Bu'er won."
The yamen servant's voice broke Liu Mingzhi's contemplation, and he regained his concentration and stared at the movements of the Jin delegation.
"Gui Bu'er, you have done a good job. I will definitely give you a heavy reward when you return to the Kingdom of Jin." Wan Yang finally showed a smile.
"Commander Xie, Gui Bu'er is happy to meet his opponent in chess. Although Li Peichao will not be able to reach the top of his official career in the future, he will definitely be a great scholar. This person's character is definitely not suitable for the intrigues in the officialdom. Sooner or later, he will place his affection on
"Between mountains and rivers." Gui Bu'er sat there and evaluated Li Peichao, neither sad nor happy.
Wan Yang's eyes narrowed slightly: "Oh? Are you making your position clear?"
"Commanding Mingjian, Gui Bu'er focused on the paintings and had no intention of interfering with the officialdom. However, if he dealt with it loyally for the country, Gui Buer would never be disloyal."