Hearing Yun Jing's admission, Wu Qingmei couldn't help but glance at him, then shifted his gaze to the painting, and sincerely praised: "Brother Yun's painting skills are really superb, he can bring a girl to life on paper.
It's as if it's real. This kind of skill is something I've only seen in my life. I admire you greatly."
Wu Qingmei rarely praised others, and his sincere words showed his recognition of his cloud and landscape painting skills.
Yun Jing said calmly: "Brother Wu, this painting was made last year, but there are still many shortcomings. If I paint it again now, it will definitely be much better."
He was telling the truth. With the improvement of his strength, Yunjing can now control the details better, and he rarely draws such paintings now.
Realism to the extreme, but just like photos, there is really no difficulty. Now he has begun to think about freehand painting, especially the kind of painting that can outline interesting or touching the soul with just a few strokes. Compared with the realistic style
Interested him even more.
Sometimes Yunjing wonders, will he develop in the direction of "children's graffiti" in the future? After all, there are many precedents for this kind of thing. Countless famous painters have painted paintings that are incomprehensible in the end, and even more so.
It gives people the illusion that I can have sex with me.
When others look at a painting, they will have the illusion that I am good at it. It is not that the painting is not good, but that it is just the artist's own emotional expression. At that time, he no longer cares about other people's opinions. In one sentence, it is "I"
Why do you need to explain to others what you do in your life'.
Wu Qingmei believed that what Yun Jing said was true, and Yun Jing was not arrogant. He was just explaining a fact in a calm manner, showing the magnanimity of a scholar.
She said: "If I have the chance, I would like to see Brother Yun's wonderful paintings. It would be better if I could collect one."
In the end, Wu Qingmei resisted the idea of asking Yun Jing to say something on the spot. After all, the two parties had just met and the relationship hadn't reached that level yet. If you don't have to be busy, there will be a long time to come, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
However, her words also expressed her inner thoughts very tactfully. As a woman, she didn't want to keep her youth forever.
But when she thought about being lucky enough to ask Yun Jing to paint in the future, Wu Qingmei was a little distressed. After all, she was not the real her now, and it would not make much sense even if Yun Jing painted it.
‘If that time really comes, why not just say that I have a friend in the name of Wu Changkong, and then ask him to draw me...’, thinking of this, Wu Qingmei thought it was feasible.
Then, Wu Qingmei could already get a glimpse of how profound Yunjing's knowledge is through the previous games. Now he has outstanding painting skills, plus his ability to travel long distances quickly...
In her heart, Wu Qingmei, who originally just wanted to make friends, actually became curious about Yunjing. He seemed to be a bottomless treasure. As long as he dug out, he would always bring surprises to people.
Not knowing what she was thinking, Yun Jing had no intention of showing off. He nodded and said with a smile: "In the future, I can discuss my painting skills with Brother Wu if I have the opportunity, but this kind of thing is just for entertainment. We, as scholars, mainly focus on
We still have to put it first, and don’t put the cart before the horse.”
"What Brother Yun said makes sense," Wu Qingmei said seriously.
As the king of a country, Wu Qingmei has never seen anyone with outstanding skills be valued as a talent. She is not that stupid. That kind of approach of treating talents as talents will only make a country miserable.
As Yun Jing said, knowledge is the foundation, and skills are just the icing on the cake.
Yun Jing, on the other hand, could clearly realize this, which was within Wu Qingmei's expectations but also unexpected. After all, with such superb painting skills, if it were anyone else, he would have had his tail raised to the sky, but Yun Jing
It is rare for Jing to be able to calm down and concentrate on studying knowledge.
I wonder how many people at Yunjing's age, who have made such great achievements in painting, can keep their true intentions and not get lost in the flattery of others.
The girl Magnolia beside her looked at the cloud scenery with brilliant eyes, and her heartbeat was a little faster.
Look what a great talent is, what a great talent is, what countless people are looking for is just Mr. Yun’s entertainment, it’s just entertainment, just for fun, it casually achieves what countless people pursue in their lifetime.
A height that no one can reach!
Girl Magnolia, who usually travels well among young talents, now lost her usual calmness. She looked at Yun Jing and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Yun, a picture of trackers was auctioned in the capital last year. This little girl was not lucky enough.
I have seen it before, but I often hear people talk about that painting. Rumor has it that the style of the painting is the same as this painting painted by Mr. Yun, but there is no inscription on the tracker picture. It has been deliberately processed and cannot be found.
People have different opinions on the origin, but I wonder if the picture of trackers was made by Mr. Yun?"
After saying that, Miss Yulan looked at Yunjing expectantly. Anyway, she didn't know what she expected. Maybe she was a bit gossipy. After all, Yunjing's answer might reveal the mystery of 'Painting Lord'.
It feels a little refreshing to know something that others don't know, and the 'Painting Master' is right in front of you.
But what if Yunjing replies no?
Somehow, Miss Yulan was worried about gain and loss. If not for him, who else could have painted the picture of trackers that impressed countless people? He was recognized by countless scholars as the undisputed master of painting.
Not knowing what Miss Yulan was thinking, Yun Jing said calmly: "The picture of trackers that Miss Yulan mentioned was also drawn by me. It was also made during my study trip to the north last year."
There is nothing that cannot be said about this kind of thing. After all, it is a fact. Yun Jing admitted it frankly.
It was just an acknowledgment. As for how the painting became publicized later, what kind of waves it caused, the original intention of painting the picture of trackers, and how the money from the subsequent auction was used to open a relief society, these Yunjing did not mention it.
It's meaningless. He's not just trying to show off. Why would he mention that?
"It's really Mr. Yun who did it," Miss Yulan said happily. She was a little surprised, but she thought it was very reasonable. She felt a sense of superiority after knowing a secret that others didn't know.
Then, Miss Yulan looked at Yunjing a little differently, with a bit of admiration in her eyes, like a little fangirl.
He was recognized by everyone as a painter, one of the four great talents. Only a few of them were born in the entire country in five years. It was a title that countless scholars aspired to.
It can be said that if someone has the title of one of the Four Great Talents, he will be treated as a guest wherever he goes, and the ladies will pay him money when he goes to a brothel.
Even though Miss Yulan is the top star of Baihua Pavilion, she is usually the most popular young man with countless young men surrounding her, but she is still not enough to watch in front of such a talented person. Not to mention that people come to you on their own initiative. If you go to invite yourself, you have to queue up to see how others feel.
To put it bluntly, there are so many beautiful girls in the world, who is she? And only a few of the four great talents come out every few years, how can she compare with the average person?
Normally it would be difficult for others to see her, but now Yulan felt flattered.
The final competition for this year's Four Talents Competition has not yet begun, and the Yunjing in front of you is recognized by everyone in advance as the master of painting. The other little hooves will go crazy if they know it. Besides, Yunjing is also so talented in addition to his painting skills.
Talent.
It is said that she is full of poetry and calligraphy. At this time, the cloud scene is like a halo in Yulan's eyes, and she is reluctant to look away.
"Picture of trackers? What picture of trackers?" Wu Qingmei asked curiously at the side. She came from the north, so she didn't know anything about the Dali cultural circle.
Yun Jing smiled and said, "It's just a painting."
After hearing what he said, Wu Qingmei didn't want to ask any more questions at first, but the Yulan girl next to her didn't know what kind of state of mind she was in, so she actually took the initiative to educate Wu Qingmei.
She said in a soft tone: "Young Master Wu didn't know that Mr. Yun's picture of trackers caused a huge shock. People still talk about it with great interest even today. Not to mention other things, as soon as that picture appeared, I was very shocked.
Countless young talents are no longer willing to compete for the title of the four talented painters. Last year, the painting was sold for several million taels. It is said that the emperor was attracted by it and wanted to collect it. Unfortunately, it was bought at a high price.
Oh, and, although the little girl has never seen it in person, she often hears people say that there are thousands of people in different postures painted in a realistic style. Every detail is worthy of careful consideration, especially that picture.
There are some extraordinary features in the picture. Readers will be greatly inspired by viewing it. Martial arts practitioners can temper their will and have a chance to improve their late-stage innate ability and enter the true artistic conception..."
I heard Miss Yulan chirping and explaining science to Wu Qingmei. The cloud scene was not easy to interrupt, but I felt a little embarrassed. It was just a painting. I was a little embarrassed when Miss Yulan said it. Is it that good? You
What's the point of all this?
Wu Qingmei listened to what Yulan said. She didn't care at first, but gradually she became interested. Is that painting really that great? If there is a chance, she can start to observe it.
When Miss Yulan finished her words, she looked at Yun Jing and said, "I never thought that Brother Yun would have such a masterpiece. It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to see it."
"It's just everyone's praise. In fact, it's not that good. Miss Yulan is a little embarrassed to say it," Yun Jing shook his head and said.
But Miss Yulan said: "Young Master Yun, you are too modest. That tracker picture is not only good. In addition to what I said, there are rumors that someone has learned a set of martial arts from it."
Is this happening? Why didn’t I know? Yun Jing was a little surprised.
No, Miss Yulan, something is wrong with you. I’m fine with you. Why do you think you’re so impatient?
The sun had turned westward, and the time came to the afternoon unknowingly. Yunjing felt that it was time to leave. He had to go back to read and study, and if he stayed any longer, there was no chance that Miss Yulan would brag about him.
Until this moment, Wu Qing's girl Yue Gui, who was frowning, hadn't come, and Yun Jing and the others hadn't mentioned anything about how this seal would affect their mood. However, the noise in the distance was getting louder and louder, and there was a faint tendency to come here.
.
Yun Jingxin said that places like brothels are indeed accident-prone places.
"Someone actually learned a set of martial arts from a painting by Brother Yun? It seems that Brother Yun's painting is really not simple." Wu Qingmei said unexpectedly. When she said this, she looked at Yun Jing, obviously thinking
To verify, I'm asking Brother Yun, did you include a set of martial arts skills when you painted?
Yunjing said: "I don't know about that."
He is just a painter, what does he know about tracker pictures?
In his mind, Yun Jing was thinking about the words to leave. After all, Wu Qingmei didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon. He had to find a good reason to avoid misunderstandings.
However, before Yunjing could think of a reason, there was a burst of noise at the door of the courtyard.
Wu Qingmei frowned slightly and glanced at the door. Wu Qingmei, who was about to say something, said displeasedly: "Disappointment."
Yun Jingxin thought that this was the best excuse, so he said, "I had a great time chatting with Brother Wu, but I was disturbed by someone else. Why don't we just leave it like this today? It's getting late."
Glancing at the door of the courtyard again, Wu Qingmei nodded and said, "That's fine, then we'll meet again another day."
Although Miss Yulan wanted to stay, she couldn't find a reason, so she could only say: "It's my honor to meet the two young masters today. If you have time, please come here. Yulan is always waiting for you two. Yulan would like to toast you two."
She said that she had a drink, but she looked at the door with a very unhappy look. Why did some blind guy come to make trouble at this time? The trouble was already at the door, and no one cared about it? Those guards who were hired at a high price
Are they all eating dry food?
Do you mean to come here often when you have time? Tsk...
Yunjing said, "Miss Yulan, you're welcome," then looked at Wu Qingmei and said, "Brother Wu, let's just say goodbye."
"Brother Yun, please, this Baihua Pavilion occupies a large area, how about one?" Wu Qingmei stood up and said.
"That's fine..."
From the beginning to the end, Yunjing and the others didn't pay much attention to what was happening at the door, as if they didn't exist, they walked towards the door calmly as Yulan escorted them off.
In fact, there was quite a commotion there. A young man in his twenties came straight to the door. His brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes were cold because he was blocked by Wu Qingmei's guard.
The young man was quite handsome, wearing a blue and white robe, and he was very elegant.
When his way was blocked, he didn't say anything. He left his servants to deal with it. He acted very calmly and confidently. He was obviously not the kind of idiot who just rolled up his sleeves and went into battle personally.
There are about a dozen guards surrounding him, and those guards are not simple characters. Among them, there are four at the innate stage, and there are two masters of true artistic conception. Their backgrounds are not simple at first glance.
There are only two guards in True Artistic Realm. This kind of treatment is not something that ordinary people can get, and it seems that those guards have done something before, and some of them have faint traces of blood on their bodies.
Surrounding them were a group of guards from Baihua Pavilion wearing uniform black clothes, twenty or thirty of them, scattered around, all with ugly and anxious expressions on their faces, and half of them were injured.
Obviously, for some reason, the young man had a conflict with Baihua Pavilion before, and then Baihua Pavilion failed to do anything to get rid of them, so they came here.
This is Baihua Pavilion, and those who come here to spend money are not simple people. But now that something like this has happened, once you bump into a customer, it will be a matter of destroying the sign. After all, the more this kind of place pays attention to reputation, the more people come here to spend money.
If you don’t worry, who will come again in the future?
Next to the young man, there was a beautiful Huangshan woman with a troubled and helpless look on her face. She said to the young man: "Master Ling, thank you for your respect. It is Yuegui's honor. Please stop making trouble, okay? You let me do this."
It's very embarrassing. If you make such a fuss today, how can Yue Gui stay here in the future? And even if Master Ling is unhappy, it has nothing to do with other guests. Please, how about just forget it?"
The Huangshan woman who spoke was the Yue Gui we ordered. She should have been here long ago, so she was late because of this young master Ling.
In fact, in the final analysis, it’s not a big deal. Miss Yuegui is not on the show anymore. It’s normal to go to accompany guests. However, Master Ling is not happy. He has fallen in love with Yuegui. This is something that many people know, although he has never passed it.
He pestered Yue Gui a lot, but secretly said something. Because of this, Miss Yue Gui usually tried to avoid him, so that it was difficult for Master Ling to see her, and he was always turbulent when he couldn't get it.
Today, Master Ling came to see Yue Gui again, but he learned that Yue Gui was going to accompany a guest, and he immediately felt unhappy. Why, it’s hard for me to see you, but you ended up running away to accompany others? Do you look down on me, or do you think I am
Really have no temper?
Originally, Master Ling had no intention of coming here at first. If Yue Gui had accompanied him, he would not have come here. But Yue Gui insisted on coming, and he was not happy. He used both soft and hard tactics to force him to stay, which led to a conflict with Baihua Pavilion.
As for the last thing, he wanted to see who he was that could make Yue Gui even insist on coming over to stay with him instead of staying with him.
This young master Ling has a profound background. He has stopped playing the forceful style for a long time. Instead, he enjoys the process of capturing women's bodies and minds. Therefore, he did not use strong methods to obtain Yue Gui. Otherwise, even if Yue Gui relies on Baihua Pavilion, he will be defeated.
He put him to bed early.
At this moment, he listened to Yue Gui's pleading and smiled softly: "What sister Yue'er said, I didn't make a fuss. It was your people who made the first move. How can you blame me if you are not as skilled as others? And I am not
You are here to cause trouble for other people, but you just want to make friends, why do you, Baihua Pavilion, have to deal with this?"
It sounds nice, but making friends and making trouble are not his thoughts.
Yue Gui is extremely troubled. I have kept the guests waiting for a long time and I don’t know how to apologize, especially the guests who want to accompany me. Even the boss behind me told me to accompany Xing Xing, but it’s better for you to stop me and not let me go.
Our people have to find a way out for me, right? There will inevitably be friction, but when it comes to you, it is our people who make the first move?
"Master Ling, just be noble and let the little girl go. If the little girl has offended you in any way, I will apologize to you. If you continue to make trouble like this, how can the little girl stay in Baihua Pavilion in the future? Which guest dares to come to me?
?" Unable to convince him, Yuegui could only plead.
Master Ling smiled and said: "Sister Yue'er, what are you talking about? It's too late for me to feel sorry for you. Besides, isn't it enough to have me? I can support you."
"Master Ling is joking, this little girl is not worthy," Yue Gui said bitterly.
If the other party is sincere, she will follow him. Even if she is a concubine, she is born in a brothel, but Yue Gui has come into contact with so many people. How can she not see that he is just playing for fun and not a beloved person? How can she trust him easily?
.
Moreover, Yuegui can guarantee that if she follows her, she will soon get bored and be thrown away like a rag without even looking at her. She is not green tea, and has no habit of keeping a spare tire. She made her attitude clear from the beginning, but this
The more Master Ling saw that she refused, the more excited he became, which was a headache.
After smiling, Master Ling didn't say anything. He frowned slightly and looked ahead, not finished yet?
Because there was a screen wall in front of the small courtyard door, he couldn't see what was going on inside.
Several of Wu Qingmei's guards stayed at the door, watching them calmly. As long as they didn't do anything extraordinary, they could just pretend they didn't exist.
Is it easy to protect the king of a country? The people brought by Master Ling are not in their eyes at all. If they come several times more, they are just chickens and dogs. They can kill them without disturbing them!
"My friends, if my young master wants to go in and make friends, why not make it easier?" One of Master Ling's guards came forward and talked to the guard guarding the door.
Wu Qingmei's guard said calmly: "I'm sorry, my young master is accompanying guests. It's inconvenient now. Please come back."
If there is no need, Wu Qingmei's guards don't want to antagonize others. It would be best if the other party can leave with good intentions. If they don't know what is good and what is good...who do you think you are? Not to mention that you are just some young master who ran away from nowhere, that is.
Emperor Da Li is coming in person, and if His Majesty doesn’t want to see him, then we servants will have to stop him!
"My young master likes to make friends very much. It's better for you to make it convenient." Master Ling's guard frowned and said, although his words were calm, his attitude was very tough, almost saying that you don't know what is good and what is good.
But after all, he is a servant of a wealthy family, and he still has good sense. He can tell at a glance that these gatekeepers are not simple. However, if the master wants to get in, he will naturally help the young master to clear the way. It is true that he can't help himself.
At this time, someone had already come to Master Ling's side, whispering in a low voice: "Master, I'm afraid the person inside has a lot of background. This gatekeeper alone makes my subordinates feel very dangerous!"
The one who spoke was one of Master Ling's true artistic conception guards. His tone was very solemn. When he spoke, the guards who looked at Wu Qingmei looked at him with fear.
Hearing this, Master Ling raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Miss Yuegui next to him. He thought to himself that he had found a backer? That's why he repeatedly refused to come here?
He didn't know that Yue Gui came here because of the instructions from the owner of Baihua Pavilion. At this time, not only did he not flinch, but he said with a smile on his lips: "Then I should go in and make friends."
Master Ling does not sincerely want to cause trouble, just for a woman, there is no point in doing so. No matter how beautiful Yue Gui is, it is not worth offending a person with a good background. If you have the right to come, you will come. If the other party really has a bad background.
Young Master Ling really doesn't mind making friends.
At the beginning, he was just unhappy, but he was not carried away. The more profound a person like him is, the more he can exercise discretion. Although there are always playboys in the world who bring disaster to the family, but after all,
Just a few.
Hearing these words, Master Ling's true conception guard sighed in his heart, ignored the restrained guards in Baihua Pavilion around him, and stepped forward and said: "Everyone, my young master really wants to go in and make friends, please let me know."
If you can avoid making enemies, try not to make enemies. The servants on both sides think so. However, their positions are different. Naturally, they must try their best to fulfill the master's orders.
The other party kept pestering her, and Wu Qingmei's guard frowned slightly, his tone became colder, and said: "I'm sorry, please go back, don't make it difficult for us." At this point, he paused and continued.
: "Furthermore, I would like to advise everyone, if you insist on going in, it will be a small matter for you to suffer if it makes you unhappy. If you make my young master unhappy, we will be derelict in our duties and it will be difficult for you, and you will not be able to feel happy physically and mentally!"
This attitude is already very obvious, just tell the other party to get out of here, his 'young master' is the king of a country, if there is an unpleasant commotion here and disturbs the people inside, it will be a serious dereliction of duty for these guards, which is enough to be beheaded!
So who dared to let them in? He didn't even dare to go in and report. Jun Wu joked that Wu Qingmei had told her not to let anyone disturb her before. Even if the sky fell, she wouldn't dare to go in and disturb them.
Looking back at Master Ling, his True Concept Guard saw that Master Ling's brows were slightly furrowed and showed no intention of leaving, so he had no choice but to turn around and say: "The so-called guests are the ones who come to the door, so why should you turn away the guests? I think so.
Go in and let me know. How do you know that your young master doesn't want to be friends with my young master? Could it be that you can still make the decision for your master?"
Make decisions for your master?
To Wu Qingmei's guards, these words were no less heartbreaking than murderous words!
One of the gatekeepers said with cold eyes: "Don't talk nonsense. If you don't leave, do you want me to send you away personally?"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Looking back at Young Master Ling, his guard said solemnly: "So that you all know that there are not many people in the capital city who would refuse my Young Master's visit. Are you sure you don't want to inform me?"
As soon as this young master Ling's true artistic conception guard finished speaking, his eyes blurred, and then he flew backwards lightly without much movement. After flying backwards, he landed on the ground without even splashing much dust, but he was already
He was vomiting blood and had weak breath and could not move.
In the early stages of his true artistic conception, he was almost beaten to death without even reacting to the opponent's attack!
The other party didn't kill him, it was definitely not because he couldn't do it, but because he didn't want to.
The one who took action was Wu Qingmei's bodyguard, the emperor's personal bodyguard. At the late stage of Zhenyijing, at this level, they were the top experts in the world. How could Master Ling's bodyguard be comparable?
Just like swatting away a fly, whoever did it didn't even bother to take a look. He looked at Master Ling calmly and said: "I can't make the decision for my young master. It is my duty to stay here and obey orders. In fact, there is no need to make a fuss."
If it's like this, please don't embarrass me and wait, can you just leave?"