Song Yang couldn't help it. Even if he had a better choice, he wouldn't draw a picture of the suffering master laughing heartily...
The so-called "three courts and five eyes" are actually the reflection of the golden section on the human face. From the hairline to the eyebrows, from the eyebrows to the tip of the nose, and from the tip of the nose to the mandible, each accounts for one-third of the human face, which is called the three courts;
Five eyes refers to the width of the human face, which is about five times the width of the eyes.
This theory has been widely used in Song Yang's previous life, involving many fields such as portrait restoration, makeup and beauty, sculpture art, etc. However, it is only a theoretical ratio, and the actual implementation varies greatly among individuals. In addition, the details of the facial features of the sufferer cannot be understood.
Guaranteed, so the clay sculpture that Song Yang restored in the inn was far from the suffering master himself.
Why didn't Song Yang understand this? However, he dared to take on this job because he had another reason: the sufferer was not completely featureless, and his teeth were uneven.
This is the 'key' that Song Yang said to Xiaojiu. If a real feature can be highlighted in a portrait that is not very similar...
The position of the facial features on the portrait is quite different, which provides a rough outline for those who recognize the painting. Coupled with the teeth that are so real that they cannot be more realistic, the similarity of the portrait suddenly increases from 20% to 50%.
become.
Laugh just to show your teeth.
In other words, what Song Yang really pursued was not a complete physical resemblance, but a spiritual resemblance, which is why he had the laughing and suffering figure in the portrait.
Tang Ham held the portrait and was stunned for a long time. He really didn't know what to say. In the end, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Just send it out like this? I don't have the courage. I have to ask my master about this matter. Come with me, sir. This portrait is
You still have to explain the reason to the adults."
Song Yang had expected that he would say this, so he immediately nodded and agreed, and went with him to ask for a meeting with Lord Du.
Perhaps because he has been dealing with criminal law for more than ten years, Mr. Du has never been too angry or expressive in front of his subordinate officials. Even so, after he saw the portrait of the suffering master, his bitter face still rose.
A strange expression, much uglier than a smile, and slightly softer than angry... Song Yang didn't dare to wait for him to ask questions, so he probably explained the matter before the Master had time to tear up the painting.
The weird expression gradually faded away, Master Du remained silent, and after a moment he threw the portrait in his hand to Tang Ham, and said without any tone: "Zhang Bu, go out and start looking for people." After that, he turned to look at Song.
Yang said calmly: "Thank you for your hard work, let's go down."
The case has not been solved for a long time. Banzai urged him several times. The pressure from the Ministry of Punishment is increasing. Mr. Du really has no way out, so he 'accepts' Song Yang's portrait. It is purely a dead horse and a living doctor. Anyway, Mr. Du will look for him
While I can't think of a better way, I can't think of a worse consequence.
The efficiency of the Punishment Department was not low. In the afternoon of that day, the "Laughing Statue of the Sufferer" was spread throughout the city. Everyone who saw the portrait was shocked and it became a hot topic in the market. The post office was no exception. Many of the selected talents were holding small sheets.
Song Yang hid in the house and refused to go out. However, Xiao Jiu was very proud of the official document and said to everyone: "This is a painting by my young master, it is so lifelike!"
Song Yang took the initiative to participate in the unsolved case in the Armillary Sphere Prison. Of course, he had his own plans, but now, he had done everything he could. He could only wait and hope that the portrait would be effective. He also calmed down and started again.
I was preparing for the general election, but as soon as I started my homework, the door was kicked open with a bang, and the great master Chen Hui walked in with his hands behind his back: "Boy, the seven days are up, where is the painting?"
Brain disease completely confused Chen Hui's memory, and he regarded Song Yang as his disciple and junior.
The reason why it was Song Yang and not someone else was because not long ago, Chen Hui had just helped Song Yang improve his cultivation. In the depths of Chen Hui's mind, although this memory was no longer there, the feeling of seeing him as a
The consciousness of the younger generation still remains.
Song Yang immediately took out the three scrolls.
Chen Hui's expression became a little happier, and he nodded and said: "As long as you draw one painting, you have painted three. Not bad, you know how to work hard." Song Yang sighed inwardly, and Chen Hui remembered the seven-day deadline for handing in his homework.
But I forgot the amount of homework left.
The paintings have been prepared long ago. I paid a lot of money to buy the sunset paintings from three famous painters. The painting methods and brushstrokes are different. One is "River Flowers"; one is "Half Mountain Red"; and there is a more artistic conception of "The General".
"Night", in the scroll, dark clouds cover the sky, and there is no sunset, only a faint touch of sunset, struggling to support it, and the painter of Jiang Ye is also the most arrogant. I heard that he is not allowed to sign, and he will not paint no matter how much money is given. Later, Xiaojiu
After smiling sweetly at him for a while, he painted... Each of the three paintings had its own merits. Song Yang was confident that at least one of them would satisfy Chen Hui.
But as the scrolls were unfolded one by one, the anger on Chen Hui's face became more and more intense. After seeing all the paintings, the Grand Master's face had turned livid and he yelled angrily: "You bastard, what did you draw?" He grabbed it casually.
A pair of words were thrown unceremoniously in Song Yang's face.
Before he finished speaking, a strange sound of "ouch" came from the inner room. The mute turned his face, dragged the huge one-legged bronze man and rushed towards Chen Hui. No matter what others used to throw Song Yang, the mute would throw away his copper.
The man was thrown back. Song Yang was startled and quickly stopped the mute and sent him away.
Chen Hui didn't look at the mute at all, but glared at Song Yang and shouted: "What did I ask you to draw?"
"Sunset." Song Yang was not angry, but slightly helpless.
"Then what are you painting?" Chen Hui said, reaching out and patting the scroll on the table: "What mountains are you painting? What water are you painting? If there are mountains and rivers, the sun will set. If there are no mountains and rivers, there will be no sunset."
"The setting sun is the setting sun, and it has nothing to do with the landscape. It's pretentious and self-righteous!" Chen Hui said in a stern voice. He grabbed the brush on the desk while scolding, dipped it in tea and drew a sun directly on the table.
After a few strokes, the outline was quickly completed. Chen Hui pointed at his painting and asked Song Yang: "What did I paint?"
"Sunset." Song Yang's tone was a little strange, both surprised and excited... It was only 'ink' and had no halo, but the circle that Chen Hui drew on the table, like an ink pimple, made Song Yang
You can tell at a glance: this is a sunset.
Powerless but not decadent, full of energy bursting out in the darkness... There is no reason to say, Song Yang can see such meaning from the ink stains on the table. Then the first association in his mind is the sunset.
What Chen Hui painted is "Yi", which means the setting sun.
Chen Hui put down his pen: "Your cultivation has approached the realm of a master, but do you know what is the difference between a master and an ordinary warrior?"
Song Yang shook his head, made Chen Hui a cup of hot tea, motioned for him to sit down and said.
Chen Hui took the tea cup and found a chair to sit down casually. The anger on his old face had not diminished: "All the people who practice martial arts in the world belong to the ten ranks of Tiangan, and among the ten ranks of Tiangan, they are divided into masters, high-grade, middle-grade, and low-grade.
The four stages are not unreasonably divided randomly. From ordinary people to low-grade warriors, essence is transformed into strength; from low-grade to middle-grade, power is returned to Qi; from middle-grade to high-grade, Qi is returned to power." These principles are especially true for imperial physicians.
He never told Song Yang that for Imperial Physician You, it was enough for Song Yang to practice martial arts well and have the ability to protect himself. He didn't bother to explain the relevant truth.
Song Yang nodded.
Chen Hui's statement can be verified by Song Yang. Before he practiced martial arts, Song Yang was full of energy, but he had no grasp of the use of power. When he went from low to medium level, he began to practice inner strength and the flow of true energy;
After stepping onto the body, each sword became powerful, and the dragon and bird were first formed.
Chen Hui spoke again: "From high-level to master, what matters is that the power returns to the will. Your cultivation has approached the high-level achievement, and you are only one step away from the master state. But to cross this step, you must 'understand'.
"
As he spoke, Chen Hui's tone quietly softened: "Understand? If you want to make further progress, what you require is no longer strength, energy, momentum, but intention. Seek the artistic conception first, and then you can achieve a breakthrough. Seek
There are countless ways to express your thoughts, but we have to find them in paintings... That’s why I force you to paint. Not to mention you, even I can’t stop painting now.”
In terms of combat power alone, Song Yang is definitely one of the best among the younger generation, but he is a top-grade warrior created by Dr. You. He knows very little about the principles of martial arts. It was not until this moment that he realized that Chen Hui's painting of the sun was actually a form of martial arts practice.
Song Yang listened with great interest and couldn't help but ask: "So after 'power returns to intention', is there no new realm?"
"Grandmasters are also divided into two characters: A and B. The meaning of power is B. If you want to become a master of Jia Ding, your mind must be in harmony with the void." After saying that, Chen Hui waved his hand: "That's too far. Jia Ding has nothing to do with you now.
Regarding the relationship, you should first seek your meaning from the painting with peace of mind!"
Song Yang nodded and was about to deal with it first. Unexpectedly, Chen Hui continued: "From today on, I will eat and live with you to prevent you from being lazy and slipping again. Can't you tell that I don't see the three paintings?"
This is your drawing! Grind it and start drawing now."
After saying that, Chen Hui picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water, as if he wanted to waste it with Song Yang.
Song Yang was dumbfounded and stood there not knowing what to say.