Chapter 25 The Wind of the Thousand Valleys and Pines
Chapter 25 Thousands of Pine Winds
The painters each have their own strengths. Seeing that Jiang Chang wanted to make four paintings to compare with these four people, Song Yu was a little anxious. Even Lin Wanxi did not dare to be so arrogant.
There were more and more people watching in Yunying Tower, and the five people began to take out their pens and ink to draw pictures in front of the public.
Among these people, Zhang Ji has the highest cultivation level and has already reached the peak of the Spiritual Realm. The other three have also realized the middle level of the Spiritual Realm. However, Jiang Yan had just entered the Spiritual Realm when he left Nanping Town and was a little behind in strength.
During this period, Zhang Ji looked at Jiang Gu several times, and he was just pretending. He didn't think that a poor man from the countryside could have much weight.
The five people started painting in the morning and finally finished it in the afternoon.
Zhang Ji finished the painting first, and the others were a little slower but also finished the painting intermittently.
"Jiang Qian, it took us a long time to finish painting. Is such a slow pace worthy of being a painter?" Zhang Ji said with a proud smile.
"I'm done too, right now"
Jiang Yan put some paint on the last petal and put down his pen. Yunying Society rarely saw such a scene, so many people gathered around the entire first floor.
"Are the paintings of flowers and plants? Then let's compare them."
After the spiritual power of the painter who is good at painting flowers and plants was transferred to the scroll, a budding flower bud emerged from the scroll. Whether it was the use of paint or the structure, it was considered an excellent painting among the students of the academy, except for the shortcomings.
You can become an ordinary painting in one step.
"Where's yours, Jiang Yan? It took me a long time to paint it, right?" The person next to him laughed.
"No wonder Shanglin Academy is the lowest academy in Yunzhou. It turns out you are at this level. Just look at it with your eyes wide open."
In Jiang Yan's painting, a clear spring flows out and flows in the Yunying Tower. A hibiscus flower sways in the wind, and its agile and enchanting appearance is many times stronger than that of the flower.
"This clear water hibiscus painting is an extraordinary painting!"
As soon as he said this, everyone began to look at this young man who had never thought about it and was dressed very ordinary.
"It was just a hit by mistake."
"Yes, maybe he specializes in flowers and plants."
Zhang Ji also calmed down. He admitted that Jiang Yan did have some strength but that he would definitely lose today.
"Keep painting, we are waiting for you," Zhang Ji said.
"Wait? What are you waiting for me to do?"
"Of course I'll wait for you to draw the second one."
Jiang Qian pulled the scroll from the side and spat out his spiritual energy. A white crane fluttered out from the page. It had a noble and outstanding temperament. The person who was good at painting birds painted a yellow bird. This yellow bird has a bloated body and movements.
Slightly dull and judgmental.
"Another Fanpin Painting"
The onlookers were extremely shocked. If the first ordinary painting can be said to be an element of luck, then what should we say about the second ordinary painting.
"What's even more frightening is that he painted two ordinary paintings in three hours. Lin Wanxi doesn't have such speed."
"Correction, it's not two pictures, it's four pictures!" Jiang Yan reminded from the side.
When the third scroll was displayed, four wild dogs were circling around Jiang Chan, whimpering in a fawning manner.
"Every painting is worth its weight in gold!"
Generally speaking, there is only one painting spirit in a painting. This kind of painting with multiple spirits will also have a huge improvement in combat effectiveness.
The painting spirit of the person who was good at painting animals was a civet cat. This civet cat actually reached the level of ordinary painting, but it was eaten by four wild dogs in public as soon as it appeared.
There is a deep connection between the painting spirit and the owner of the painting. When the painting spirit was destroyed, the painter was also seriously injured and his face was like gold paper.
It was not Jiang Yan's original intention to hurt others, he really didn't know it would be like this.
"Look at the size of this wild dog."
One dog is slender and the other is chubby. Their body shapes are the same as those of the four people. In addition, Jiang Yan said just now that only wild dogs gather in groups, so the purpose of targeting is obvious.
Zhang Ji knew that he had hit a brick wall. He painted three ordinary paintings in such a short period of time. This was the level of a gentleman in the academy.
"I admit that you are very powerful, but you will still lose in the end."
What Zhang Ji painted was a mountain, with white clouds hugging the waist and a solitary peak rising straight into the sky. After the spirit of this mountain peak appeared, the originally empty Yunying Building immediately became crowded.
"Jiang Gan is very powerful, but he still lost."
"A top-notch ordinary painting, just a hair short of being mid-grade!"
Zhang Ji had a proud smile on his face. He originally wanted to wait until the civil service examination to make a big splash, but now it doesn't matter if he is exposed in advance.
"No matter how talented he is, as long as Zhang Ji destroys his right hand, he will be nothing. It was his own insolence that destroyed him."
"If I use my full strength, I am afraid that this Yunying Tower will be burst. There is no painting that can surpass mine. Do you admit defeat?" Zhang Ji said with a smile.
"You're such a strange person. Did I say that the paintings I painted were ordinary paintings? Why don't you come and taste my painting of Pine Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys?"
Everyone noticed that there was a breeze blowing around them, and pine trees grew from the floor. Within a few breaths, the scenery inside Yunying Tower suddenly changed.
Misty pines and waves overlap with alum heads, clear springs surge in deep valleys, and the banks of streams are densely shaded. Along the winding ridges, there are patches of dense pine forests.
Clouds and mist gathered in the two mountain ravines, rising slowly upward; a water mill was built under the waterfall, and a wooden bridge was built over the stream, leaving fireworks in this paradise.
There are layers of rocks and trees, waterfalls and springs; there are also mountains, towers, waterside pavilions, and distant temples and long bridges, nestled among thousands of pines and ravines.
"Mid-grade landscape scroll..."
All the scenes have been zoomed in dozens of times. If used against the enemy, this volume is enough to trap everyone in these thousands of mountains and valleys, and they will never be able to escape.
Zhang Ji's mouth went dry when he looked at this painting, and he felt dizzy. He was so defeated that he couldn't even utter a single word of defense.
Song Yu was also shocked. Lin Wanxi was the only one among the younger generation in Lin Ancheng who could produce middle-grade paintings, and now it seemed that there would be one more.
"The sloped stone is made of long hemp with light ink, and then burnt ink is used to break the moss, giving it a melancholy and solemn charm. The ink in the whole picture is thick and simple yet plump and elegant, and full of natural interest."
Song Yu tried to interpret this painting using what he had learned in the academy, but found that the draping and chamfering techniques in many places had never been seen before.
"What technique is this?" Song Yu asked.
"When using a big ax to chop, the strokes will be heavy and straight, and the cracks will come out. When using a big ax to chop, the strokes should be vigorous and square and straight down. They should be like knives, with a circle in the square.
This kind of handwriting is broad, clear and concise, and large rocks can show majesty, majesty and rich ink," Jiang Gu explained.
"What about here?"
"Gossamer drawing is drawn with a central pen tip with a rounded and even tip. It rises and falls smoothly, making the drawing more detailed, long and fluid. This painting technique was often used in the painting I gave you.
When doing figure painting, it is like a spring silkworm spinning silk, so it is also called spring silkworm spinning silk painting."
These are techniques that Song Yu has never heard of. Not only him, but also the onlookers are immersed in them.
Some people also asked him for advice, but Jiang Qian ignored them. Only Song Yu was nice and spoke a lot for him.
"If you lose, the bookcase belongs to me as agreed."
There are only six things in the painter's bookcase: pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and paint scrolls.
Zhang Ji felt a little sick. As a proud man of heaven, he never thought that he would lose. Who would have thought that a poor scholar could easily draw middle-grade landscape paintings? Such a person has achievements in painting that belie his age.
"Jiang Yan, it is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies," Song Yu reminded from the side.
"No one deserves tolerance except the dead and dying"
Although he is now a painter, Jiang Yan's previous professional habits are still affecting him.
"I admit defeat this time. The road ahead will be long. Don't be too complacent." Zhang Ji felt a little resentful and finally took off his bookcase and left in a puff of his sleeves.
Jiang Yan was a little strange. It was obviously you who bullied me, but now Zhang Ji behaved like a victim and became the bad guy himself?
But when I think about it, I don’t want to be a good person anyway, so it doesn’t matter. Why can’t people complain about taking advantage of me?
"Jiang Lun, this Ji has a brother who sacrificed his life in the Wen family."
"Never mind it, we'll talk about it later." Jiang Yan didn't care.
"Then now that you have money, go and change into a better outfit, so as not to be misunderstood later."
"That's not possible. What if something like this happens again in the future?"