Chapter 93 Danqing Secret Technique and Spiritual Technique
Because his spiritual power was exhausted while painting, Jiang Yan stayed in the White Ape Mansion for another two days and became completely familiar with these white apes.
Xiandu Mountain is full of spiritual energy, and with this kind of wine, it will soon return to its original state.
The group of white apes were very reluctant to leave when he left, but after all, this was the Wenfu exam and he couldn't do it by himself. Jiang Yan also wanted to go to other places to see.
“Don’t worry, I will come back when I have time in the future.”
Seeing the White Ape King extending his fist, Jiang Yan also extended his fist and touched it to show his commitment.
Every mountain in Xiandu Mountain is inhabited by many strange beasts. In order to send Jiang Chan's security department away, the White Ape King followed Jiang Chan with a large group of subordinates and cleared many obstacles.
This group of white apes were like bullies in the mountains, best at fighting in groups, but it was a pity that many of the strange beasts who originally had no ill will towards Jiang Yan received a severe beating in vain.
"Thank you, see you later"
Finally, after walking with him for a while, Jiang Chan waved to the white apes from a distance, and even the fat tiger roared a few times.
Jiang Yan was a little touched. Once he came into contact with these intelligent apes, he found that they were really easy to get along with.
After saying his final farewell, Jiang Yan folded a paper crane and let it fly. The White Ape King held it in his hands, and the paper crane fell into his palm. Then a high-pitched cry of apes sounded in the mountain.
After staying in the White Ape Mansion for nearly ten days, it wasn't like I got nothing. At least Fat Tiger still had a few jars of good wine with him and the huge picture of the White Ape stealing wine.
Jiang Yan's place went very smoothly, but the others were a little unsatisfactory. However, nearly 500 people had been eliminated in ten days, and the danger level in Xiandu Mountain exceeded everyone's expectations.
With this picture of the white ape stealing wine as a basis, even if he couldn't get the leader to enter the Wen Mansion, he was already very sure. Jiang Gu was wandering around the mountains while drinking wine and humming a tune.
We encountered many strange beasts along the way, but none of them were very strong, and Fat Tiger could easily deal with them.
While passing by a mountain, Jiang Yan made a strange discovery. There were actually purple fruits growing under a sunny rock.
This made Jiang Yan feel more curious, and the stone could bloom and bear fruit at any time.
I stepped forward and took a look. There was still a layer of fine hair on the purple fruit, hanging upside down under the stone.
Curiously, he touched it with his hand, and the 'purple fruit' began to shake. Under Jiang Yan's gaze, the purple fruit suddenly bloomed and fluttered, turning into a bird and flying.
"Ziyan?"
This bird was very familiar to Jiang Gu. It was the Ziyan that was regarded as auspicious by all the people in Qingdu.
Every winter, purple swallows fly away from Qing Dynasty. I didn't expect to spend the winter here.
The purple swallow hangs upside down where the sun shines, and then wraps its body with its wide wings to keep warm. It survives the severe cold and returns to Qingdu in mid-April.
Walking into the mountains, there are countless purple swallows wrapped under almost every sunny stone, which look like purple fruits.
The fat tiger was a little hungry and licked his tongue, preparing for a feast. However, before he could make any movement to hunt for prey, the huge tiger body instantly flew backwards, drawing a deep groove on the ground.
An old man with a hunchback appeared where Fat Tiger was standing. This old man was only half the height of Jiang Qian and was wearing a purple fleece jacket.
"This is totally unreasonable. Didn't anyone tell you that Ziyan is auspicious?"
Seeing that someone was trying to hurt Ziyan, the old man was very angry and scratched his neck and prepared to quarrel.
"It's Wansheng who didn't think much of his painting spirit. Please atone for your sins. I dare to ask senior who you are..."
Jiang Yan didn't even see clearly what he did just now, and he couldn't figure out the depth of this person. He didn't even know whether he was a human or a monster.
"This is Yangui Valley, and I am the keeper of the valley."
After lecturing for a long time, he suddenly saw Jiang Yan's bookcase.
"Lu Daoxuan's disciple?"
"Do you know my husband?"
"Of course we know each other, my surname is Yan, and I am also a gentleman in Wenfu. I am in charge of academy training and punishment." The old man tried his best to straighten his back.
"Then you can't punish me. I'm not a student of Wenfu yet."
"You are Lu Daoxuan's disciple, and of course you are also a student of Wenfu, but I am ready to let you go."
"Thank you Mr. Yan"
"Don't be too busy thanking me. If you can help me write a poem praising Ziyan, I will not only let you go, but I will also teach you a secret art of Wenfu.
If you can't write it, then I will have to keep you in Yangui Valley until the end of the Wenfu exam and leave with Ziyan in mid-April."
When Jiang Yan heard this, he thought that this was something he could easily find at his fingertips, and he could actually use it as a secret method of Wen Mansion.
"When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms are behind the Qingming Festival. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two more sounds are heard from under the eaves. The sun is growing and the catkins are flying lightly.
I am smiling at my female companion from the east side, and greeting her on the mulberry picking path. I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night, and it means that I will win the grass fight today, and the smile will come from my two faces."
The old man's face was filled with relief when he heard Jiang Gu's poem praising Ziyan. While savoring it, he took out a pen from his arms, dipped the tip of the pen into some saliva on his tongue, and then wrote down the poem directly on a stone.
"I'm not surprised that Lu Daoxuan's disciple can paint, but I didn't expect that he can even write poetry so well."
Jiang Yan took a look and saw that there were many poems by Zi Yan on many stone walls in Yan Gui Valley. It seemed that Mr. Yan must have snatched them from somewhere.
After Mr. Yan finished writing, Jiang Yan said with a sad smile.
"You are also satisfied with the poem. I wonder about the secret method of painting you mentioned..."
Mr. Yan was very short and could only reach Jiang Chan's waist. He walked around Jiang Chan a few times and sniffed a few times.
"Of course I won't break my promise. The secret technique I want to teach you is the Danqing Method and the Spiritual Technique. This secret technique was left behind by the first generation of palace masters. It is undoubtedly powerful.
But I tell you in advance that practicing this technique is also very risky. Many people in Wen Mansion have practiced it, but except for the founder of this technique and the first generation master, all the people who practiced this technique died without exception."
"Then you still pass it on to me"
The Wen Mansion has been passed down for more than two thousand years, and only one person has succeeded in practicing it. Jiang Yan didn't know whether the little man in front of him thought too highly of himself or wanted to harm him.
"You are different from others. You have a very strange power. Although you try your best to suppress it, you can't hide it from me."
Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat when he heard what Mr. Yan said. The strange power he was talking about was naturally Yin power.
"Don't worry, I will keep this secret for you, but it is this power that reminds me of this secret technique. Maybe I can recreate its light in you."
"Next, listen carefully to what I say and understand carefully. Wenfu painters can use the Danqing method to imbue the paintings with spirit, thereby creating the spirit of the painting.
The art of combining spirits is for painting spirits, and it can be divided into two types: combining other people's spirits and combining one's own spirits."
"Take out the pen and paper and draw"
A piece of paper was spread out in front of him. Jiang Yan followed Mr. Yan's instructions and began to paint.
"To integrate other people's spirits, you should first collect their spirits."