I have been touring this landscape scroll for who knows how long, but I haven't found any flaws yet. However, I met two scribes who were taking the civil service exam next to the stream.
At this moment, the two of them were driving their respective painting spirits and were frantically attacking the rocks and trees around them. The forest was already destroyed by blades in the flying sand and dust.
The two of them didn't know how long they had been attacking. The surroundings were in a mess. They were already a little helpless, and even maintaining the painting spirit was a bit difficult.
After seeing Jiang Lu, the two of them showed some joy on their faces.
"Brother, help us quickly"
"We are trapped in the painting at this moment. If we cannot break through this landscape scroll, we will definitely fail the civil service examination," another person also said.
"But what you are doing now is useless."
As soon as Jiang Yan finished speaking, the destroyed rocks and trees returned to their original state, making the two of them extremely upset.
"With your strength, you don't need to waste your efforts. I won't embarrass you by crushing the jade. The Qingdu scribes are so vulnerable."
A voice filled with contempt came from the clouds.
"You want us to admit defeat? Dream on"
One man went crazy and attacked everything around him with his painting spirit, venting his dissatisfaction.
All scribes regard entering the Wen Mansion as their highest ideal, so how can it be so easy for them to give up and leave willingly?
The landscape scroll painter was not in a hurry and allowed them to attack until the two of them collapsed on the ground exhausted and unable to fight anymore.
"We throw in the towel"
Scholars are the most proud people in Yunzhou, especially because they are all geniuses in their respective places. They think that their ambitions can lead to great achievements in the literary mansion.
They never thought that there would be such a big gap between themselves and the real strong people, so that they were unable to resist. The two looked lonely and decadent, and reality shattered all their ideals.
Fortunately, they were well aware of the gap between the two sides, and although they were a little unwilling to do so, they still crushed Peiyu in the end.
This jade is a life-saving talisman given by Wenfu to every candidate. When in crisis, just crush it and it will be teleported to the outside of Xiandu Mountain.
Seeing the figures of the two people slowly fading away until they completely disappeared.
"The scribes in Yunzhou are nothing more than that, what about you? What are you going to do?" the painter asked again.
"I just came in. It's very shameful to go out like this. Why don't you give it a try?"
The person who painted the picture is very powerful. If he wants to break through with brute force, unless he has the strength of Zhao Suixian, he can only do it step by step.
Fortunately, he himself is also good at landscape scrolls. If anyone can find a loophole or two, he is definitely one of them.
But Jiang Yan still underestimated the difficulty of this. There is no distinction between day and night in the landscape scroll, and the mountains, rivers and trees are plundering his spiritual power all the time.
"There are not many people who have this kind of painting technique. Among the four great masters of Yunzhou, Chen Mo is Fusheng. He has never had such high attainments in painting.
Lin Wanxi is good at painting flowers, birds, fish and insects, so the landscape scrolls are probably not hers, so only Lu Jing and Zhao Suixian are left, but from what he said, it seems that he is not from Yunzhou."
Jiang Lu had some guesses in his mind. He thought this was not a difficult task, but when he actually did it, he discovered that the person who painted it had left almost no flaws.
From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, I walked this road back and forth many times but found nothing. This picture was perfect. Jiang Yan rested under a rock.
Fat Tiger lay down next to him to rest. Jiang Yan was bored when he saw Fat Tiger's tail brushing against a corner under the stone.
Jiang Yan looked at this palm-sized area and suddenly thought of a sentence in his mind, which was a technique he had memorized when he was learning to paint.
"Although the mountains and rocks are grand, don't forget the darkness and the light. If there is light, it must be light and clear. If there is no light, the light and darkness will make the writing darker."
Jiang Gu stood up and squatted under the stone to study and observe. The stone was made of long hemp chaff, and the combination of flexible center lines was used to express the structure and texture of the stone. There was no problem with the chaffing method, but the problem was with the light and shade.
There is no light in the place where he is shaded from the sun, so the brush should be lowered here to draw a dark shadow, but this was obviously ignored under this rock.
"Fat Tiger, you are really my lucky star."
Jiang Yan kept the golden head and kissed it fiercely.
The rocks are not big compared to the mountains and streams, and the shadows under the rocks are very easy to ignore. If you are a painter who is not very familiar with landscape painting, you may not be able to find the flaws even if you go here.
"This is it, rush out"
Jiang Qian fell directly onto the tiger's back. After sensing the painter's thoughts, the fat tiger roared and crashed towards the bottom of the rock.
There was no earth-shattering or bloody scene. This time Jiang Gui directly entered another world, or returned to reality.
Standing in front of him was a young man dressed in black and white clothes. This man Jiang Yan had met in Beacon Mountain. The young man following Gu Tinglin was behind him.
"People from Confucianism?"
"Xihe Mengshi, Yunqing, who are you?"
"I'm just a nobody. Even if I say it, you haven't heard of my name."
I had guessed a little bit just now, but now that I heard that he was from the Xihe Meng family, Jiang Qian immediately lost his favorable impression. One of the backers behind Tongbao Pavilion's dominance and dominance was the Xihe Meng family.
"Even the Four Elites of Yunzhou may not be able to come out of my landscape scrolls. How can you be a nobody?"
Meng Yunqing had confidence on his face and arrogance in his words. The Meng family in Xihe belonged to a prominent family in the Xuan Kingdom, and he himself was a proud Confucian scholar, so he had the right not to take anyone seriously.
"I don't know how high the sky is, but in the eyes of Zhao Suixian, Lu Jing and others, your landscape may just look like tatters.
Moreover, Danqing is a unique skill in Yunzhou. Why do you think that you, a person from Xihe Confucianism, can be better at Danqing than the Yunzhou scribes who have been immersed in this art since childhood?"
Meng Yunqing looked at Jiang Yan and said
"Your mouth is very powerful, but your methods are even more powerful. I don't know how people in Yunzhou can ignore such a ruthless character like you, right, Jiang Yan?" Meng Yunqing could actually guess his identity.
"How do you know my name?"
"The Xihe Meng family is the biggest pillar of Tongbao Pavilion. Qian Tong was killed in Lin'an City a year ago. The murderer was a poor painter named Jiang Yan.
There are not many people who can kill Qian Tong at such a young age to prove their extraordinary strength, but they are not well-known throughout Yunzhou."
Jiang Yan was secretly surprised. Meng Yunqing was truly a young genius of the Meng family in Xihe, and he could guess his identity with just a simple guess.
"Now that you know, what do you want to do?"
"Others can crush Peiyu and give up. I can save their lives, but you won't just let it go." Meng Yunqing looked like he was sure of victory.
"Since you are planning to kill me, I have a question, can you help me solve it?" Jiang Yan asked.
"you say"
"Why do Confucian people also know how to draw pictures?"
Not only the Confucian Mansion, but also the monk from the Xumi Mansion seems to be able to do it.
"Danqing Dharma is divided into inner sect and outer sect. Inner sect can only be practiced by real direct students and disciples of Wenfu, while outer sect is not so precious.
I only have a little bit of talent in this field, but I have already eliminated six people, and Yunzhou seems to have a lot of waste." Meng Yunqing was very proud.
"If you don't like it, then why do you come here to take the big exam?"
"In the eyes of the Confucian Mansion, your calligraphy and painting are just fancy tricks for entertaining others and themselves, and are of no use to education. As the head of the Wen Mansion, I will naturally be incorporated into the Confucian Mansion."
"Talk to yourself"
"Do you know why I tell you so much? Because you will have no chance to escape."