Speaking of drawing, Japan is well-deserved as the kingdom of comics. This country has an endless stream of painting talents. It is not limited to comics, but the exquisite illustrations that are praised by everyone are also a major feature.
But a lot of their culture was passed from China, including painting.
This nation has an admirable talent. They are good at learning the civilization and technology of advanced countries. As early as the Han and Tang Dynasties in China, many Japanese crossed the sea and came here to learn humbly. But they did not blindly imitate.
After Japan learns the culture of China, it will innovate on this basis to form their own unique culture.
"The competition in the second round is called a painting competition. In fact, it is not only a competition in painting, but also a competition in the realm of cultivation." Izumo Chiyuki asked people to prepare paper, pen, paint and other necessary tools for painting. "This second round of painting,
We use the form of painting to explain what it means to be 'immortal'. Whoever has a deeper cultivation level reflected in the painting will win. The time limit is still one hour. You can start painting now."
After saying that, Izumo Chiyuki picked up the brush and began to draw on the paper.
Li Xiaochen looked at her blankly and was stunned. He didn't know how to write. Using painting to explain what "immortal" is, what should he do to reflect his own cultivation realm? For Li Xiaochen, this is
It is indeed a big problem. What's more, he knows nothing about drawing. Casual graffiti is fine. It would be really embarrassing to show off his skills in a formal occasion.
Li Xiaochen picked up the brush and thought hard for a long time, but Li Xiaochen still didn't know what to do.
From ancient times to the present, how many predecessors have practiced hard, just to become true immortals and have perfect merits and virtues. But why do they persist in pursuing "immortals"? What are the benefits of being an "immortal"?
Recalling what Tianmeng had gone through, Li Xiaochen became even more confused. The immortal world is just like the human world, with intrigues and wars. Immortals also die. It's just that they know immortal magic, have a long lifespan, and have greater blessings than humans.
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However, what’s the benefit of being an immortal like Tianmeng? Living longer than others means suffering more than others. What’s the joy? Even if you have incredible magical powers and your boats and oars are wiped out while talking and laughing, they will eventually be destroyed.
It was just a big dream. Didn't such a ruthless person like Tian Meng end up like that in the end?
The immortal is still in the six realms of reincarnation. After his life is over, he will still be reincarnated. In this life of Li Xiaochen, he has experienced so many vicissitudes. If every life is a dream, then when will this dream wake up?
Li Xiaochen felt at a loss. What exactly is an immortal? Zhaoxia, Xixia, Tianmeng, Immortal Emperor... Do they really deserve the word "immortal"?
After thinking for a long time in confusion, Li Xiaochen still couldn't find the answer. Time passed by. Izumo Chiyuki had already painted half of her drawing paper. But Li Xiaochen didn't move a single stroke.
"I'm so anxious!" Meimei looked at Li Xiaochen's dazed look and couldn't help but jump a few times on the spot, "Why doesn't he start painting? If you keep putting it off, the time will be up!"
Lu Bingbing didn't know why and couldn't say a word to Meimei.
"He is looking for the answer." Xue's mother was standing beside the two of them at some point, "What exactly is an immortal? If you can't find the answer, how can you write about it? Old man, do you have the answer in your heart? We have worked so hard.
What is the purpose of cultivating immortality?"
Standing next to Snow Mother, Yan Gong was silent for a long time and said: "It seems like a simple question, but it is actually very difficult to answer. Just like in life, there are many roads to travel and farther to travel. Gradually, we forget why we are
We have to walk on this road of life. After cultivating immortality for a long time, we have also forgotten the original goal. What is an immortal, why should we become an immortal, who can give the answer?"
Lu Bingbing and Meimei were confused by what they said, and they began to feel that these things were very complicated.
Elder Qinggu looked intently at Li Xiaochen, eager to know how this young disciple, who had cultivated immortality for less than a year, would answer. In fact, all immortal cultivators will struggle with this question, because ordinary people's nature consciousness is uncertain and their Tao mind is unstable.
How many people are there who truly clarify their goals, move straight forward, and persevere until the end?
"Husband..." Just when Li Xiaochen was in a dilemma, Qin Yufei's weak call came from the inner hall. He immediately put down the brush, came to the bed and looked at Qin Yufei.
"Our child..." Qin Yufei, with tears in her eyes, twitched her lips in pain and could not continue speaking.
Li Xiaochen held her hand tightly and said with tears: "Don't be sad. If the child is gone, you can get pregnant again. If you lose it, it will be truly irreparable. Cheer up, I will be by your side."
Qin Yufei held back tears and nodded. But not long after, she glanced at Hattori Tenzo outside, covered her abdomen miserably, and cried uncontrollably: "My child."
This cry was heart-breaking. Li Xiaochen could hardly control himself and was about to burst into tears. Qin Yufei pressed her face against the back of Li Xiaochen's hand. Tears pattered into her hand. The silent choking was worse than the heartbreak.
The crying is even more painful.
Li Xiaochen, who couldn't bear to see her so sad, was really greatly stimulated. He suddenly felt a pain in his head and couldn't help but rub his temples. But at this time, many strange things with a hint of familiarity flashed through his mind.
The scene and the human voice echoed in his ears.
"Jiangu, do you think I look good?"
"Why don't you dare to look at me? Hee, is it because I'm too beautiful and you're afraid you can't control yourself, or is it because I'm too lovable and you're afraid you'll fall in love with me?"
"Jiangu, can you draw a picture for me? Let's start from here..."
At this moment, Li Xiaochen suddenly caught something in his mind. He quickly returned to the easel, picked up the brush, and wanted to paint a picture that just flashed in his mind. But at this moment, his
My head hurt even more, it felt like my head was going to explode.
"Sun Yingying...can you do me a favor?" Li Xiaochen covered his forehead, called Sun Yingying over, and said a few words in her ear.
Sun Yingying looked at Li Xiaochen in astonishment and asked, "Why do you do this?"
"Go quickly. I don't have time to explain to you!" Li Xiaochen, who had a splitting headache, urged her to take action immediately.
Sun Yingying found a few students and told them to go out to do errands. Then she went to make a cup of tea for Li Xiaochen.
Mayor Jiang couldn't understand his intention, so he had to kindly remind him: "Xiao Li, there are only ten minutes left. If you don't start writing, it will be too late."
Li Xiaochen nodded to him to show that he understood, and then took a sip of tea.
"Pfft." As soon as the tea entered his mouth, Li Xiaochen squirted the tea onto the drawing paper, "Sun Yingying, this tea is too weak to be tasted. Please add something sweet for me, okay?"
"Oh!" Sun Yingying took the tea away, added honey, and brought it back.
Li Xiaochen tasted a little and returned the tea cup to Sun Yingying: "It still doesn't taste good enough."
"Not sweet enough? You have such a strong taste!" Sun Yingying went over and added various kinds of honey to the tea, then served it to Li Xiaochen.
This time, Li Xiaochen licked the tea with his tongue, nodded with satisfaction, and poured some on the paint. Then he picked up the pen again, endured the headache, and started painting with the paint he had mixed.
Everyone saw that he had laid out more than a dozen pieces of drawing paper and used several brushes to draw randomly on the paper.
After the last ten minutes were spent, Li Xiaochen, who was sweating profusely, just finished the work. Seeing that both parties were finished, Mayor Jiang asked a few people to put the two paintings together.
The background of Izumo Chiyuki's painting is a fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. In the mountain, there is a pair of cranes flying together, soaring freely in the sky.
Mayor Jiang touched his chin and said: "Every stroke of Miss Izumo's paintings is very spiritual and vivid. Especially these two cranes, they are so lifelike. But, what does this have to do with 'immortal'
?Just because there is the word '仙' in 'Crane'?"
"Let me explain." Izumo Qianxue gave a slight salute, "No matter how good the immortal is, he will always have troubles. There is an old saying in China, which is called 'immortals envy people who have nothing to do'. It can be seen that a real immortal should be free and easy.
Unfettered. I have also heard of another old saying in China, which is that I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. What could be happier than being an immortal? This is the meaning of the cranes flying together. The combination of the two,
This is my interpretation of 'immortal'."
Mayor Jiang hummed with understanding: "Life is like a dream, so is happiness. Miss Izumo did not point it out directly, leaving room for everyone to think. Her answer does have some meaning. Let's take a look.
...Huh? Xiao Li, what you drew is... a lotus?"
Everyone looked at Li Xiaochen's painting. There was only a budding lotus with slightly colored petals on the paper. There was no background and no other modifications.
"Hiss... what does this mean?" Mayor Jiang looked at it for a long time, but still didn't know what it meant. "The painting is quite good. It just has a little more connotation. Are you following Picasso's abstract route? Can you?
I can’t explain it to you...ah! This, this is..."
Amid Mayor Jiang's surprise, others also screamed. The lotus on the drawing paper was blooming layer by layer! In the blink of an eye, the lotus was fully in full bloom. This
This incredible dynamic effect makes everyone's eyes widen.
However, the good show is yet to come. On the "lotus platform" in the center of this blooming white lotus, an extremely beautiful fairy appears. The fairy standing on the lotus platform has a cold expression.
It is very gentle. There is also a touch of kindness in the Chuchen temperament that makes people dare not think of anything wrong.
"Isn't this Qin Yufei?" Sun Yingying was the first to recognize the fairy in the painting.
Then, everyone suddenly realized. Yes, the beautiful woman in the painting who appeared from the dust was Qin Yufei in ancient costume, wasn't she?
Before everyone could marvel at it enough, various colorful flowers appeared one after another on the drawing paper. It can be said that a hundred flowers bloomed, but the holy lotus flower stood out and outshone the others.
At this time, Qin Yufei, who was standing on the first big lotus flower, leaned down. Finally, the scene was fixed on her picking the lotus flower.
The most incredible thing is that suddenly many colorful butterflies floated outside Xianmanlou, landed on various flowers in this painting, and picked the flowers.
"How is this possible!" Izumo Chiyuki stared at the painting painted by Li Xiaochen with disbelief. "Could it be that the flowers he painted are so fake that they attract butterflies to pick them?"
Li Xiaochen, who still had a headache, smiled slightly: "That's because I added honey to the paint."
Mayor Jiang looked at the painting with admiration and said: "It is really pleasing to the eye. There are more mysteries in it, right? Xiao Li, before asking about the theme, I want you to answer the questions contained in this painting.