Different from other outsiders who worked harder than inside students, Jiang Yan was just dawdling, sleeping until it was already half noon when he woke up naturally.
Yawning, he walked into Danqing Garden. He naturally found a corner and leaned back, then squinted his eyes. He seemed to have not gotten enough sleep since arriving at Wen Mansion.
His sleep quality has deteriorated a lot since graduation, and now he seems to have regained the feeling he had when he was in school.
In the eyes of others, Jiang Yan was wasting his youth, but in Jiang Yan's own eyes, this was nostalgia.
The feeling of wasting time cannot be expressed by a simple word "Happiness".
There are two major direct teaching schools in Danqing Garden, He Qingzhi is responsible for teaching cultivation methods, and today's one is responsible for teaching painting techniques.
"In my literary style, we mostly use ox hair chafing to paint mountains and rocks."
This lesson was taught and a demonstration was given.
"The brush strokes are also centered on the center, and the brush is light and ink, and the layers are chapped."
"The advantage of Niu Maochun is that he uses dense layers of short strokes to express the lushness and lushness of the mountains."
"But I met a young man in Lin'an City. His method of painting mountains and rocks was different from all the methods of Wenfu.
The young man called this painting method a small ax chop, and the direction of the pen was changed to a side edge. When writing, the head is heavy and the tail is light, which expresses the hardness of the mountain rocks.
It also evolved from small ax chopping to large ax chopping. When painting, the brush is lying on its side like an ax chopping. The shape is a flat head and pointed tail. The brush stroke is heavy and the brush is closed quickly to express the composition of the rock."
Jiang Yan was taking a nap, but he opened his eyes when he heard this. These two chapping techniques were not created by the painters from Yuling Continent, but were brought over by him himself.
When I saw this new teaching, I was so excited that I turned around and left without even hesitating.
"Sacrifice your life, you came the last, why did you leave the first? Isn't this the principle of learning painting?"
Jiang Qian didn't expect that this teacher was actually Yan Liliu who sold finger paintings in Lin'an City!
Yan Liliu hated it most when young people wasted their time and wasted their talents, but when he saw the back of this man, he felt very familiar.
"Wait a minute, don't run away..." Yan Liliu seemed to have thought of something and shouted hurriedly.
Why run slower? I have to walk faster!
"Practice on your own, I have something to do now"
Yan Liliu left Danqingyuan with doubts on his face, and no one knew what was going on.
"Master, master..."
Seeing Yan Liliu running and shouting, Jiang Yan could only stand where he was for fear of attracting more people.
"Master, do you know that I have been looking for you in Lin'an City for a long time?"
Yan Liliu looked excited. He didn't care about his age or identity at all, and he asked so shamelessly that the teacher was scared.
"Jiaoxi Yan, do you know that I have been hiding from you in Lin'an City for a long time?" Jiang Yan said helplessly.
"Hide? Why are you hiding from me? I just want to ask you about your painting skills."
"Don't call me Master. Can you call me Jiang Gan?"
"Regardless of your cultivation level and just your painting skills, you are enough to be my teacher. Isn't it too presumptuous to call me by your name? The so-called master comes first..."
"Stop it, stop it, you are the teacher now, I am the student, or the outsider."
Jiang Yan wanted to emphasize that their identities were different, but Yan Liliu thought that Jiang Yan wanted to exchange identities with him.
"If you teach me, I will sacrifice my life."
"Master Yan, please spare me."
"You just heard it in Danqingyuan. Although my painting skills are not bad, they have reached the upper limit of what I can comprehend.
I want to broaden my approach to painting. I have been trying to change my style since twenty years ago, but my talent is limited and I am always beyond the threshold of finger painting.
I met you in Lin'an City, and a few words made me enlightened!"
Jiang Yan could see that Yan Liliu was a man obsessed with painting skills.
"Jiaoxi Yan, my understanding of finger painting is very limited. I am willing to share it with you at any time, but can you stop calling me master in the future? Can you just call me by my name?"
"Fine"
Yan Liliu finally agreed.
"In finger painting, the big pen is used as the big pen, the index finger, the middle finger is the middle pen, and the ring finger little finger is the thin pen. It is used according to the timing, and it is carried with spirit and ancient style. It goes beyond the constant foot, just like Guan Chengjun gave way to one end. The painted characters, flowers and birds
"It is done by hand, and it is more interesting than ordinary paintings." This is Jiang Yan's own summary of finger painting.
"So it's possible to draw this road?"
Yan Liliu had wondered countless times whether he had entered a dead end and wanted to find an expert for guidance. However, even if Lu Daoxuan was not proficient in this art, there was only one person in Xuanguo who knew more about finger painting than him.
Want the young Jiang Yan.
"able!"
After Jiang Yan gave an affirmative answer, Yan Liliu's eyes lit up.
"Finger painting uses dots, hooks, rubs, splashes of ink and other techniques. There are many different dots, such as fingertip dots, finger dots and finger side dots. There is more ink but lighter dots, less ink but heavier dots. Once you touch it, it will start and cannot be repeated.
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"In short, finger painting has unique brushwork. It has wonderful features that cannot be achieved by pen and ink. It is vast, smooth and smooth. With just one finger from heaven and earth, infinite wonders and ingenuity can be produced."
Like a student, Yan Liliu memorized everything Jiang Gan said in his mind, and kept simulating it with his hands.
Jiang Yan saw that Old Yan was fascinated and left quietly without disturbing him.
The reason why he knew about finger painting was because when he first learned painting, his teacher told him that this painting method was a wonder in the art of painting.
Jiang Yan only knew some theoretical knowledge and had never practiced it himself.
Now there are practitioners, and Jiang Yan is not stingy about teaching his theory to Yan Liliu.
Every time I see Yan Li Liujiang, I get a little panicked, and the old man simply skips the class. Anyway, what he lacks now is the cultivation method, not the painting skills.
Unable to attend classes at Danqingyuan, Jiang Yan could only become a street wanderer, wandering around the Wen Mansion.
When I happened to pass by Fuyuan, I heard the sound of endorsements coming from inside.
Although foreign students do not have any rights, they do have the freedom to choose and attend the courses they like in Sanyuan.
In order to avoid Yan Liliu, Jiang Yan thought it would be a good choice to go to Fuyuan himself.
After all, in addition to being good at painting, he also memorized famous poems throughout the ages. It would be a pity not to use them.
The scenery of Fuyuan is much worse than that of Danqingyuan. There are all stone tablets in Fuyuan, and each stone tablet is engraved with the outstanding chapters left by the previous students of Fuyuan.
Jiang Yan took a look and found that in addition to fuss and poems, the writing of these fuss could only be regarded as good. Compared with Li Du's and Han Liu's famous classics handed down from generation to generation, they were much inferior.
Fuyuan's teacher, Zhou Mengde, was an old gentleman with a rigid face and the most severe tutor in the entire Wenfu. He was wearing a gray cloth robe that had been washed and turned white. He was sitting on a chair, holding a roll.
As long as the endorsements continued, he would ignore these students.
"Mr. Zhou, it has been nearly half a month since we came to Fuyuan. We have been memorizing these stone tablets every day, and our throats have become dry. Is it true that reciting is the daily homework for Fusheng?"
Some people sounded slightly dissatisfied. They originally thought that life in Wenfu would be very colorful, but they didn't expect it to be so boring.
In the Wen Mansion, unlike the Confucian Mansion, the status hierarchy is not deliberately strengthened, so people here are more free, and arguments with their husbands in court often occur.
After listening to this, Zhou Mengde put down the book in his hand and grimaced.