After another two days, the paintings on the screen wall have begun to take shape. Really skilled shadow muralists try their best to paint the screen wall in one go, so as to ensure that the shadow mural is coherent and smooth.
Due to lack of spiritual power and energy, Jiang Yan could only complete the work in several parts. Before each painting, he would meditate in front of the screen wall to ensure that his mind could sink into the previous painting.
In two days, this shadow mural should be completed, and it has already reached the level of a good product. Not only is the shadow mural technique becoming more and more proficient, but even the spiritual power has made great progress after being consumed and replenished several times.
"What are you doing!"
Just as Jiang Chan was about to start writing, a thunderous roar startled Jiang Chan. His saturated brush shook, and a drop of strong ink fell on the screen wall.
Several days of hard work were in vain, and all the hard work was wasted. Just because of this sudden sound, Jiang Yan was naturally angry.
I looked back and saw that the person yelling was an old man with a mustache.
"Painters need to be quiet when painting, especially shadow murals, don't you know?"
Even though Jiang Yan had a good temper, he couldn't help but want to get angry.
"Do you know what kind of screen wall Taishi Ling wants? At least it should be of high quality. You are so young that you simply don't know how high the sky is."
After reprimanding Jiang Gu, the man started to lose his temper again at the housekeeper of Zi Zeyuan.
"Who is Steward Song? Didn't I tell you to leave this screen wall to me before? Governor Zhao Guizhen invited me to Biyong City. I came here right after returning to Qingdu, but this is nothing."
"Painting Master Diao, calm down. This is what shopkeeper Fu Yueming brought here."
"Fu Yueming? A person who lives in a broken house is only qualified to know these poor painters. Now I need to tear down this screen wall and rebuild it immediately. Although time is tight, I can only do my best."
Everyone would be jealous of such a large amount of money, and naturally they would not give it to anyone else, especially this person who was less than twenty years old.
"Tear down my screen wall? Who do you think you are?"
"This is Diao Kuiguang, a famous shadow muralist in the Qing Dynasty," Song Yingzhong, the housekeeper of Zize Garden, said.
After hearing Song Yingzhong's introduction, Diao Kuiguang raised his head and looked proud. The painter was the most distinguished person in Xuan Kingdom, especially the shadow muralist, who was always a guest no matter where he went.
"Shadow mural painting is the most difficult one in painting. What kind of shadow wall painting can you, a young boy like you, come to the Taishi Ling's house to cheat on paint? Do you know what the consequences will be?"
There were many poor scribes in the Qing Dynasty who painted for free in order to practice their brushwork, and the paintings they produced were often unsatisfactory. Diao Kuiguang obviously classified Jiang Yan as one of these people.
Even if he realized that Diao Kuiguang was at the peak of the spiritual realm, Jiang Yan was not prepared to compromise.
"Is it something to be proud of to be able to paint a good screen wall? Is your level worthy of your age? Find a dog who only learns one thing all his life and he can become a master, but some painters can't close their eyes until they are thirty years old.
Just a painting. Then he went around in various cities in Yunzhou to deceive, claiming to be famous in Yunzhou, but little did he know that he was regarded as an old liar behind his back!"
When it comes to scolding, Jiang Gu boasts that he is invincible.
Diao Kuiguang's face turned red, and every word seemed to poke his heart, making him extremely ashamed.
"Yellow-mouthed kid, you insulted me too much!"
"You're an ordinary man, you're an old thief with a gray beard, you've wasted your years, how dare you bark in front of me"
Seeing that Diao Kuiguang was about to take action, Song Yingzhong pressed his hand on his shoulder, and the rioting spiritual power was instantly calmed down.
"If you have something to say, please tell me. Taishi Ling has given me an order, and no one is allowed to do anything in Zi Zeyuan."
"Okay, okay, let me see what kind of quality screen wall you can draw at such a young age. If you delay Taishi Ling's major event, let alone the 20,000 taels of pen fees, even your life will be accounted for here."
"If I can draw it, what will happen to you?" Jiang Yan asked.
Diao Kuiguang looked at the screen wall and saw that most of it had just been painted. It seemed to be in good condition. However, the Thousand Miles Embankment was destroyed by an ant nest, and a bean-sized ink drop was left on the most conspicuous place. No matter how he changed the screen wall, it was already useless.
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"If you can paint a high-quality screen wall, I will compensate you 20,000 taels. And no matter where I meet you in the future, I will give you a kowtow every time I see you. If you can't finish it, then you have to compensate me with the 20,000 taels in return."
Two retouching fees."
"Mr. Song, come and give us a witness."
"good"
Everything had to start over again, and Jiang Chan's mind was completely absorbed in this painting. Perhaps because of being stimulated by Diao Kuiguang, Jiang Chan was in a better state.
The spirit of the painting and the owner of the painting were connected mentally. At this moment, Jiang Yan only had this painting in his eyes. He forgot about external objects and seemed to be in the world of the shadow wall.
With your feet on the water, every time the paintbrush in your hand falls, the world will get a touch more color.
At this moment, the spring and scenery are calm, the sky above and below is a vast expanse of blue, sand gulls are swimming in the sky, and the orchids on the shore are lush and green. Or there is a long smoke in the sky, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the floating light dances and the golden shadows sink into the jade.
The blossoming lotus flowers are swaying in the wind, with various styles and postures.
Jiang Gan, who was in excellent condition, could not even feel the passage of time, painting from sunrise to dusk.
The most shocking thing is Song Yingzhong. He has only seen one person at his age who has such painting skills and such attainments in painting!
As the steward of Taishi Ling, Song Yingzhong himself had considerable strength, otherwise he would not have been able to suppress Diao Kuiguang easily. Now of course he could see that Jiang Yan was in a state similar to an epiphany.
"What a talent," Song Yingzhong sighed.
The painter first needs absolute silence when painting, and secondly, he also has high requirements for light. Song Yingzhong did not hesitate and asked the servants in Zize Garden to fetch a few fist-sized luminous pearls.
These luminous pearls are treasures rewarded by the Xuanguo Palace, and they are as bright as sunlight every night.
Several servants stood around the screen wall holding luminous pearls in their hands. Although Jiang Yan's spiritual power was almost exhausted, he started writing faster and faster.
Jiang Gu indulged himself in it, experienced sunrise and sunset in the world of the painting, and finally completed the last stroke.
Song Ying felt a little regretful. This shadow mural was in excellent condition, but unfortunately it was destroyed by the ink stains.
Diao Kuiguang also lived in fear, but the dripping ink saved his career. Otherwise, if word spread that he lost to a twenty-year-old young man and had to kowtow, how would he have the nerve to hang around in Qingdu?
Go down.
The screen wall that originally took two days to complete now only took one day. Jiang Yan had perfected the world of the screen wall. Unfortunately, the drop of ink in front of him was so dazzling that it was as disgusting as a plate of exquisite snacks with a green bean fly on it.
“Although it’s a bit ugly to win, we won after all.”
Diao Kuiguang breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer had the arrogance he had just now, and he did not dare to regard Jiang Chan as a poor painter or junior who could still be taught by him.