Lin Fan, the prefect of Lin'an City, was the absolute authority, and his birthday banquet was naturally very lively. All the wealthy businessmen and merchants in the city gave great gifts, and these people did not even see Lin Fan's face.
Lin Fan was a scholar who thought he was noble, and the people he interacted with were all scholars who read poetry and books, and he liked talking about calligraphy, painting, and poetry the most.
The guests at the banquet in the courtyard of the Taishou Mansion were chatting happily. The Taishou Lin Fan was over fifty but still looked very young, with a tall and straight figure, two short beards, and a cheerful smile.
"Boyong, it's really a sin for you, the cheap Chenlao, to come here in person."
Lin Fan raised his wine glass. The person he could personally receive was certainly not an ordinary person. Feng Boyong was the dean of Shanglin Academy.
"Old Lin, we are young and we have known each other for almost half our lives. How could we not come to such a big event, not to mention that you and I are in Lin'an City together?" Feng Boyong said with a smile.
"I heard that Lu Jing from Guzong Academy came to Shanglin Academy to compete in painting skills? What was the final result?" Lin Fan asked curiously.
"Lu Jing is the descendant of that old guy Lu Lian. I was a little worried at first. After all, Lu Jing's talent ranks among the top three in Yunzhou. No one in Shanglin Academy except your daughter can surpass him in painting.
But it is strange to say that Lu Jing stayed in the city for two days and did not go to the academy. Instead, he left a letter and left. In the letter, he said that he was willing to bow down. Could it be that Wan Xi and Lu Jing had met?" Feng Boyong still doesn't know yet.
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"Impossible, Wanxi has been at home these past few days and has not gone out." Lin Fan shook his head and rejected this idea.
While the two were talking, Lin Wanxi walked in carrying a wooden box.
"Father, today is your fiftieth birthday. Knowing that you like calligraphy and painting, this is a gift I specially prepared for you."
"Have a heart"
Lin Fan was very satisfied with his daughter. Not only was she extremely talented, she was also pure-hearted. She was almost impeccable except for some petulances.
"Lao Feng, come and enjoy it together?"
When they took out the Chunxuan picture from the wooden box, both of them saw surprise in each other's eyes.
"Did you draw this?"
The prefect and the dean of the academy are two big men in Lin Ancheng. One is Lin Wanxi's biological father, and the other is his teacher. They are very familiar with Lin Wanxi's painting skills and brushwork, but the brushwork of this painting is obviously a little different.
"How do you like this painting first?" Lin Wanxi hesitated.
"Fanpin paintings, and they are very high-level Fanpin paintings, have very good meanings." As the dean of the academy, Feng Boyong naturally could tell the grade at a glance.
"The brushstrokes are neat and dignified, the shapes are clever and varied, and the colors are also very elegant."
Lin Fan thought it was his daughter's painting, so he commented with great satisfaction, but soon his eyes became serious and he pointed to a place on the trunk of the chun tree.
"Old Feng, look here, this stroke lasts a second. The pen tip pushes against the trend and spreads out, causing white spots in the strokes, making this whole area look vigorous and spicy."
"There are four main techniques in painting: hooking, chaffing, dotting, and dyeing. There are also twelve chapping techniques, but this is the first time I have seen this chapping technique." Feng Boyong was also a little surprised.
Originally, there were some deficiencies in this painting. The brushwork was uncanny in some places and made people marvel at it, while in other places it made idiotic mistakes. However, upon closer inspection, the two of them became more and more frightened.
It wouldn't be surprising if there was only one chaffing method, but after careful inspection, the two people actually found three unprecedented painting techniques and brushwork on the painting.
"Wanxi was definitely not painted by you," Lin Fan concluded directly.
"Which master painted this painting?" Feng Boyong asked.
"Ah...this...this was drawn by a young man"
"Young man? Impossible"
When Lin Wanxi told the complete story of the scene when he met Jiang Yan in Lin'an City, the two of them had only one idea in their minds, that is, a genius descended from heaven.
“What is this boy’s name and where is he now?”
"I don't know, that little thief ran away after asking for my money, and also took away all my paints."
Lin Wanxi complained that originally she wanted to teach Jiang Lun a lesson, but she didn't expect that it would be him who was humiliated in the end.
"He only wants six hundred taels of silver notes and a little paint?" Feng Boyong asked incredulously.
"Yeah, this kid is too dark. That's all my examples this month."
"Black? Now all the painters are looking for breakthroughs, and these two unprecedented chaffing methods and a dyeing method are worth thousands of gold to the painter. For a mere six hundred taels, you get a big bargain. This is also you
What a blessing," Feng Boyong said with emotion.
Jiang Yan secretly rejoiced because he sold 600 taels, thinking that he had made a big deal. He was afraid that the buyer would come to his door. He never thought that he would be the one who suffered the loss in the end.
"Sir, are you saying that this painter is very good?"
"Wan Xi, although you are superior to your contemporaries at Lin Academy, your paintings are not as good as this boy's." Lin Fan said very pertinently.
"It's very important to me to find this person. Our Shanglin Academy ranks last among the twenty-three places. Every year when I take the liberal arts exam, I can't help but feel ashamed of my face.
This year, it’s up to you to give me face and send talented people like Wan Xi to me to grow their faces, but if you can get this painter boy to go to Shanlin Academy, maybe we can return to the top three!" Feng Boyong looked a little excited.
The Prefect's Mansion sent many servants to search for Jiang Chan's whereabouts, but there was another group of people looking for him at the same time.
When Jiang Yan went back, he just turned around and entered a small alley. There were two people in front and behind him blocking the entrance and exit of the alley.
"Our shop owner wants to see you," one person said.
"Your shopkeeper? Qian Tong?" The only shopkeeper Jiang Yan has known since arriving in Lin'an City is Qian Tong.
"Don't ask too many questions and just come with us."
"What if I don't leave?"
"Then don't blame us for being rude."
Four Han Dynasty men were approaching Jiang Qian. Although they were tall and powerful, they were still ordinary people and not cultivators. It was naturally difficult to deal with a painter.
Just when someone's hand was about to grab Jiang Gu's shoulder, Jiang Gu's body glowed with green light, and a slender branch protruded from the green and directly tied the arm.
At some point, Jiang Gu had taken out a picture scroll from the bookcase. With the blessing of his spiritual power, a willow tree penetrated the paper and grew out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, it was two or three feet tall, with rippling green and full of lush branches.
It's like a crazy dance.
This was the first time Jiang Yan used the painting method to fight an enemy. The willow tree painting spirit seemed to have a connection with his mind. Whenever Jiang Yan's thoughts moved the willow tree, it would act accordingly.
A branch was like a whip, whipping wildly at the four people who were about to take him away.
"The painting method is quite useful."
Jiang Yan was very satisfied. This was the lowest quality painting he usually painted. For paintings below medium quality, all painting spirits could only be used once, and the painting would be destroyed after use.
When he saw that the luster of the willow tree was getting darker and fading, Jiang Gu stood up and left. At the same time, the branches of the willow tree flexibly woven into a cage in the air, trapping all four people in the middle and hanging in the air.
No matter how much they resisted, the four of them could not break free. Jiang Chan even manipulated Hua Ling in a wicked way to strip off all their clothes.
Shortly after Jiang Yan left, the painting spirit without spiritual support collapsed into dots of ink. The four people fell from the air and had a lot of paint on their faces.
Jiang Yan felt a little uneasy. In addition to offending the manager of Tongbao Pavilion, he had also offended the prefect's daughter. Once these troubles came to him, he would be hard-pressed to deal with them. He might as well go out and avoid the limelight.
As for where to go, he has already made plans. There is still some time before the Gongsheng exam, and he plans to go to Shimen Mountain to find colored stones to make some better-quality paints.
After all, the quality of his current paints is too poor and the grade is too low. Although he can practice brushwork, the paints he wants to use for exams are still a bit inferior.