Jiang Yan also learned from Xiao Guitou and Old Guitou that he actually stayed in that mysterious space for four full days. When he thought that the Gongsheng Examination was about to end, Jiang Yan ran all the way.
Hurrying slowly, I finally made it to the ship at the last minute.
He Qingzhi was a little surprised at first, but let him get on the boat without saying anything.
Song Yu looked happy when she saw Jiang Gu, but Su Kou didn't feel anything at all. They met each other and died immediately.
"I told you that you wouldn't die so easily."
Song Yu was still a little sad at first, but now it disappeared immediately.
"I can still live," Jiang Yan said with a smile.
"I hope you can have a safe journey back home," Song Yu secretly prayed.
"Don't worry, there won't be any danger on the way back."
Nothing in Sanchuankou can be hidden from Fang Xiangye Emperor. As long as he doesn't look for trouble, there will be peace here.
Lin Wanxi breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Jiang Chan. She felt a little sorry for Jiang Chan when she heard that Jiang Chan was buried on a cliff.
"Is your painting finished?" Lin Wanxi asked.
The smile on Jiang Yan's face froze and he forgot, completely forgot!
In the first two days, I just focused on escaping, and then I went to Onmyodo. Now I remember that I came to take an exam!
"You haven't painted yet, have you?" Song Yu asked.
“I’ve only been focusing on escaping death these days, so I’m going to paint now.”
"Is it still too late?"
Mastering creation is not a simple matter. Even tracing the scene takes two or three days. How can we not make it in time now?
“I hope I can still catch up”
"Even if we can catch up, how can we paint when the boat is shaking and we can't even hold the pen steady?" Lin Wanxi asked.
"It depends on God whether it will come true or not."
It took two days to go upstream when we came here, but the way back was smooth and we could arrive at Lin'an City in the afternoon after setting off in the morning.
Jiang Yan locked himself in his room and kept reviewing the scenery he encountered at Sanchuankou in his mind.
What can be called shocking is the orchid flower field. This flower field has been described by Song Yu. What is left is the waterfall that was seen when falling off the cliff.
"Just draw that waterfall!"
This is the most spectacular waterfall Jiang Yan has ever seen. The sound of the falling water is like thunder and white clouds hugging his waist. His mind begins to recall every detail.
It is not an easy task to make high-quality paintings in such a short time. The most important thing now is to race against time.
After laying out the drawing paper for the examination, Jiang Yan just picked up his pen and the boat began to rock from side to side.
The first thing you need to pay attention to when painting is a stable word. If you can't keep it steady, it will be difficult to put down the pen.
"How can we make this water flow steady?"
Jiang Yan was a little anxious, but as soon as he finished speaking, the originally turbulent Sanchuan water began to flow steadily. Jiang Yan was stunned for a while, and then he remembered the person who was under the shipwreck at Sanchuankou, and he felt happy and hurriedly started painting.
Jiang Yan's painting skills were superb and he could flow smoothly on the drawing paper. Normally, it only takes about two hours to make ordinary paintings, but this time because it was a painting for the Gongsheng examination, he did it very seriously.
Sometimes he closed his eyes and meditated, sometimes he wrote with great concentration. When the painting was about to come to an end, Jiang Yan heard cheers outside as he was approaching the shore.
"It will be over soon, let the boat slow down"
The water at Mikawakou originally flows from north to south, but the front of the ship encountered a turbulent flow from south to north. After the water from the two sides met, the ship got stuck in the middle and could not move forward or retreat.
He Qingzhi stood at the bow of the ship. He had never seen such a situation, but it was not surprising when he thought of what happened at Sanchuan Pass.
After a stalemate for about half an hour, Jiang Yan opened the door, and the boat began to move forward slowly. At this time, Jiang Yan had some understanding of the person under the sunken ship who had great supernatural powers.
The painting was finished, but it was a little rushed. There were some parts that Jiang Gu was not very satisfied with, but it was not difficult to pass the Gongsheng examination.
The ship docked near Shanglin Academy. Dean Feng Boyong and Prefect Lin Fan were already waiting.
"Qingzhi, why did you come back so late?" Feng Boyong asked.
"Some strange things happened on the way, which delayed the time."
"In this case, let's speed up. After you and I have evaluated all the paintings, this year's Gongsheng Examination will be over," Lin Fan said.
"All the students of Shanglin Academy, please submit your paintings one by one, and the three of us will judge them together.
Only the top three will be selected for this symbiosis exam, and the top three will represent me going to the Linyuan Academy and going to Qingdu to prepare for the liberal arts exam next spring."
Feng Boyong represents the Shanglin Academy, Lin Fan represents the Lin'ancheng official, and He Qingzhi represents the Wenfu. The three people's joint review is very fair.
First, check whether the painting is stamped, and second, check whether it is examination drawing paper with special marks.
As a student of Feng Boyong, Zhang Ji was the first to take the stage and walked in front of the three people with his head held high.
"Teacher, prefect, sir, the students benefited a lot from Sanchuankou this time, and they made the Sanchuan Stone Map"
After the scroll is unfolded, the rocks are stacked and covered with grass. The rocks are very mature and complete in terms of volume, texture and structure.
After Zhang Ji's spiritual energy was injected into it, the mountains and rocks in the painting appeared in front of everyone, making the surrounding environment a little more peaceful.
"As expected of Dean Feng's student, he has produced middle-grade paintings at a young age, which is not bad."
He Qingzhi nodded. Not many people at this age can produce middle-grade paintings, and they are very likely to pass the civil service examination.
Even Feng Boyong himself was very satisfied.
"The rocks you made in the past were only steep, but now you can realize that the rocks also have a quiet state, and you can put the exquisite and clear rocks in the painting. It seems that you have gained a lot this time."
Zhang Ji was a little proud. He was even somewhat confident that he could successfully reach the summit with this middle-grade mountain stone scroll and leave Lin Wanxi behind.
Zhang Ji left, and everyone looked at Lin Wanxi. Compared with these geniuses, they were just foils.
Lin Wanxi took the stage with her paintings, and Lin Fan had a smile on her face. Even if Zhang Ji's performance was a bit unexpected, Lin Fan expected that her daughter would still be the top one.
"Wanxi, what did you draw this time?"
Even He Qingzhi was very polite. In his opinion, it was a pity that a person like Lin Wanxi, who was considered a genius in the Wen Mansion, would join the Shanglin Academy. If Lin Fan had not taken care of the face of his old friend Feng Boyong, Lin Wanxi would not have been able to stay in the Shanglin Academy.
"Pictures of Rare Birds"
After the scroll is unfolded, there are crawling crickets, morning glories exploring the path, flying insects flapping their thin wings, and birds hunting for prey!
"The lines of the birds are smooth and solid. They are not limited to the center pen, but can be seen with all kinds of flipping, dragging, etc. This is a high level of painting skill.
The coloring was done with a very new and fine brush, and almost no ink marks were visible, but it was dyed with cyan. This is the beauty of the pigment.
The figures in the paintings are in different postures, some standing still, some flying, some talking to each other, some pecking, they are lively, as small as a pea, as big as a child's finger, some crawling, some spreading their wings.
In particular, the most difficult part of this painting is to express the texture of bird feathers and insect wings. The brush is like drawing silk, and the brush strokes are precise and without slack. This silk hair technique must have been taught by the prefect."
After reading it, He Qingzhi praised him repeatedly. He had never seen Zhao Suixian or Lu Jing painting, but his expectations were similar.
"The vitality goes far away, it is not ashes of death, it is a wonderful creation of nature"
Feng Boyong stroked his beard and smiled. He had been at the bottom of the Lin Academy for many years. Now with Lin Wanxi, he could finally feel proud.
Lin Wanxi's spiritual power is injected into the painting, and birds, insects and beasts emerge from the painting, lifelike and lifelike!
"Mid-grade paintings, each painting has many charms. It seems that the first place in Shanlin Academy this year must be my concubine."
Lin Fan smiled when he heard He Qingzhi's compliment. He had another expectation in his heart, and that was Jiang Yan!
After Zhang Ji and Lin Wanxi, others began to display their paintings in order. Lin Fan, He Qingzhi, and Feng Boyong were all famous painters, and they could tell the difference between good and bad at a glance.
Shaking your head every time you look at it means it's over. If you encounter something that's pretty similar, just say a few words.