Before Wenfu and his party even returned, the news of their victory had already spread throughout the Qing capital.
Jiang Lun, in particular, was the only person in the Wen Dynasty who was ranked number one among the eight dynasties in the past 800 years. This was an achievement that neither Li Yelang nor Zhang Dian had achieved back then.
The sale of Jiang Chan's paintings in Minglou immediately caused a sensation in the Qing capital, and many people seeking paintings crossed the threshold of Minglou.
Fu Yueming was also a little puzzled at first. The appearance, brushwork and coloring of Jiang Chan's paintings were all very good, but the grade was a little too low. They were basically mid-grade paintings, and they were all paintings that could not enter the high schools of the Qing capital.
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After all, how can those Huiyang realm painters study the paintings of a Xuanling realm painter who is still an unknown painter, especially when the person who painted the painting is a student from the Wen family.
If you let other people know, I'm afraid it will make you laugh.
But it was different now. These high-end and wealthy houses that he could not even enter normally actually put down their pride and came to a slightly shabby painting studio like his.
Fu Yueming saw a hunchbacked old painter reading the paintings hanging on the wall one by one. He glanced at a dozen paintings and then went to other places.
Paintings of this caliber may fool ordinary people, but they won't be able to catch their eyes at all.
Fu Yueming was shocked when he saw this old painter. This was Zhong Qingli, a well-known old painter in the Qing Dynasty and the master of Qianyuan Mirror. He hurriedly bowed and saluted, and then supported the old man's arm.
"Old painter Zhong, why are you here?"
"Boy from the Fu family, aren't you selling Jiang Chan's paintings here? I can't find any of them, so don't tell me these are the bullshit on the wall," Zhong Qingli asked.
"Most of the paintings Jiang Chan put for sale here have been sold. In addition, he went out to practice for a long time some time ago and attended the Ehu Society and has no time to paint again." Fu Yueming replied respectfully.
"No? You won't let me go in vain, will you?" Zhong Qingli patted Fu Yueming's arm.
"To tell you the truth, there have been more and more people coming to buy Jiang Chan's paintings recently. What's going on?"
"You don't know? This Jiang Chan defeated Yan Youqin, the peerless Confucian genius at the Ehu Conference, and became the number one in the Eight Prefectures."
"ah?"
Fu Yueming was stunned at first, and then looked complicated. He was busy with chores these days and had no time to listen to the rumors. He just knew that Wenfu not only won the first prize this time, but also won the first place among the Eight Prefectures, which made the entire Qing capital boil.
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But who is this person? Fu Yueming never thought it would be Jiang Yan!
"I've come here with all my dignity, are you planning to let me go back empty-handed?"
After Zhong Qingli learned that Jiang Chang had become the number one in the Eight Prefectures, he immediately inquired about him. Yan Liliu, a teacher at Wenfu Danqingyuan, asked for advice on painting, and then chose to retreat.
His own situation was the same as that of Yan Liliu. He had been stuck in his current state for too many years. Due to his talent, he could never make any major breakthroughs in painting, so he eagerly wanted to get some inspiration from Jiang Chan's paintings.
Zhong Qingli's status was very high. Even the prefects were only on an equal footing with him. It was really difficult for Fu Yueming to refuse his request.
"Old painter, I still have one of Jiang Chan's paintings, but..."
Seeing that Fu Yueming was in a dilemma, Zhong Qingli thought it was a matter of price, so he said.
"Don't worry, I don't dare to say anything else. I have accumulated a lot of property over the years."
"You misunderstood. I can give this painting to you for free, but there are actually some minor problems with this painting..."
As Fu Yueming spoke, he took out a scroll from a cabinet. The scroll was somewhat dry and wrinkled. Zhong Qingli smelled it and it smelled like alcohol!
"When Painter Jiang was taking the Lin Academy exam in Lin'an City, he once made a picture of Dragon Qiu in the Three Rivers, but it was later lost. At that time, Jiang Lun and I were drinking, and we suddenly had a whim to redraw it.
However, when painting, Painter Jiang was 70% drunk and spilled the wine on the painting, so it was not finished."
"So it's a fragment of the scroll?" Zhong Qingli asked.
"kindness"
“Better than nothing”
When Zhong Qingli opened the picture, a turbulent river seemed to surge out of the picture, majestic and majestic, just like the water of the river coming from the sky.
Coupled with the smell of alcohol on the paper, the water in the painting is as fragrant as wine.
The majestic brushwork of this painting has even reached the height of a high-quality painting, but it is limited by the spiritual power of the person who painted it, and can only be within the scope of a mid-quality painting.
What makes Zhong Qingli even more amazed is his painting skills. Wenfu has three methods for painting water: outlining, rendering, and leaving blank space. He is also good at expressing static. When expressing dynamic, the technique is a bit monotonous.
However, Jiang Kuan's fragment is unique, using wave patterns to highlight the surging water of the Three Rivers. He uses center and shunt edges more often, and his brushstrokes are light, flexible and crisp, making the water he writes come alive on the paper.
As a skilled painter, Zhong Qingli could see that in terms of technique alone, Jiang Yan was already ahead of old guys like them, the only difference was his cultivation.
"No wonder Yan Liliu would say that he must be regarded as a teacher."
Zhong Qingli rolled up the painting and put it in the bookcase as a treasure. He never thought that one day he would be able to study the painting skills of a Xuanling Realm painter with his level of cultivation.
"One hundred thousand taels, no less than one tael"
Fu Yueming wanted to give it to him for free. If Zhong Qingli could help him in the future, his path would be much easier, but Zhong Qingli had to give him money no matter what.
"You have a good relationship with Jiang Gan?"
"I am selling all his paintings!"
"I want to invite you to have a banquet with Jiang Lian. Look..."
"The old painter kindly invites you, and I will definitely tell Jiang Yan."
Fu Yueming also knew that Jiang Lun was no longer what he used to be. He was the best among the Eight Prefectures, and the Wen Prefecture had not produced such a genius for 800 years.
After Zhong Qingli left, there was still an endless stream of people asking for paintings, and some even put down 50,000 to 60,000 taels just to get a high-quality painting by Jiang Yan.
In the past, Jiang Yan's paintings could only cost a few thousand taels at most.
Not only his paintings, Jiang Chan's poems also set off a trend in the Qing capital.
Other painters who use painting spirits as mounts are afraid that their painting spirits are not chic and majestic enough, but Jiang Yan seems to be unusual. The one he rides most often is a thin old donkey, and there are poems to prove it.
“I have traversed deep rocks to find my way back, but the capital of immortality is still in Bixu.
Infinite tourists sit on the horse again, but it is just a madman riding a donkey upside down.
On the wall picture, in the morning glow of the Han Dynasty, the falling shadows of the Qing Dynasty are reflected in the sunset.
There is only one talented person in his entire life, but he has the pity to visit all the ruins."
The inscriptions in praise of the sword and the poems inscribed by Jiang Yan at the Ehu Meeting were also made into poetry collections.
A person with domineering momentum is like "The candle dragon lives in a cold door, and the rays of light are still open. Why can't the sun and moon shine like this? Only the north wind howls from the sky."
A person who is free and unrestrained is like "having three cups in your throat, your mind is high, you are embraced by the breeze and your legs are shaking."
His forehead was burning with fire, but he poured the nectar on his stomach.
Kouzi cellar, jade ice burning, raising a glass and drinking alone in the suburbs.
Who can say drunkenness without permission from the stars? A bold invitation to the moon!"
A dissolute person is like "I am originally a landscape man from the Qing Dynasty, but I am lazy and arrogant in the teachings of heaven."
I once granted coupons for rain and wind, and I borrowed monthly stamps from clouds when I was tired.
I have written thousands of poems and drank thousands of glasses of wine. How many times have I set my sights on the princes?
Jade Tower and Golden Tower return lazily, planting plum blossoms to be drunk by the setting sun."
From these poems, those who had never seen Jiang Chan pieced together in their minds a handsome, unrestrained, romantic and unparalleled talent and beauty.