Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 118 Outing Spring
Zhimo shook up a piece of document paper and said: "This kind of paper is delicate and smooth, and the surface can be written with a quill, but it doesn't meet the requirements for painting. The rice paper I'm talking about is smooth but not slippery, white and dense, with strong ink wetting ability, and is good for writing."
It has both bones and spirit, and you can paint with high spirits. It is a first-class good paper. There are also brushes, which are made of animal hair tied into a bunch and mounted on a bamboo tube for easy gripping. Alas, what's the use of telling you these?
, I’ll just go to an art store and buy oil paintings.”
Zhi Luotilin's eyes were bright and she was obviously very interested. She stayed next to him but refused to leave. She laughed softly and said: "There are many strange and weird things in your tribe. Can you tell me about them?
How did you come up with such a beautiful poem when you haven’t learned the Samur script? Did you translate the poem from your tribe? But I heard that the barbarian clans in the Black Rain Jungle only like fighting and fighting.
You can't do anything if you eat meat, it's so weird."
"Who told you that I belong to a barbarian?" Shen Zhimo showed an extremely proud look: "My country has a territory of thousands of miles since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and its national power is at its peak. All barbarians are in submission, and all countries come to court. It is the center of the entire world. Seni
The Asian Empire is no more than the size of a province in our country. When your queen meets our emperor, she will kneel down and profess her submission."
Zhiro Tilin was unconvinced: "I'm lying. The Senian Empire is already the most powerful human country. There are elves, orcs, and tauren who are just as equal as us. How can there be other countries? The Star Frost Forest in the North
The Star Dynasty inside? How can they not be as big as you said? Liar! Do you think I am a little girl who is easy to bully?"
Shen Zhimo pointed to the east and said: "It is far, far away in that direction, so far away that it is unimaginable. I don't know when or what month I will be able to return to my hometown. If Emperor Taizong had worked harder hundreds of years ago, maybe the people of the Tang Dynasty
Iron hoofs will trample every corner of the Senian Empire." Although he knew that this was another completely different world, he felt in his heart that this world was connected to his original world.
"Okay, I'm too lazy to argue with your baseless stories. Tell me how to make that brush. I want to see you draw." Zhiluo Tilin didn't believe what he said at all.
"Are you really interested? It's just that it's more troublesome to do." Shen Zhimo drew a simple sketch and said: "Choose good wool and soak it in lime water to remove the grease. The wool will be very soft and has strong ink absorption, which is convenient for painting.
It will be more convenient.”
Zhiro Tilin whispered: "Why does it look like a brush? I'm going to find Troy. He loves to delve into weird things. If there's any other paper, I'll find a way to get it for you."
Shen Zhimo just thought that the little girl liked to play and let her go. He waved and said: "Okay, I look forward to your success."
As soon as Zhiluo Tilin stepped out of the room, she suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked: "By the way, brother, what kind of paint do you use for painting? Do you still use oil painting?"
"Do you have cinnabar, vermilion, silver vermilion, stone yellow, realgar, azurite, stone green, clam powder, mud gold, mud silver, cyanine, garcinia, and rouge?"
Zhi Luo Tilin looked puzzled and helpless: "I've never heard of it. How could it be possible... I'll think of a way, and by then you will definitely paint a work that is even more outstanding than the legendary portrait of the Queen!"
Early the next morning, the little girl came to offer the treasure with the world's first writing brush. Troy and several idle members of the Dark Sunflower Club followed behind, each carrying something in their hands. In order to prevent Rotilin's identity from being revealed
Leaking it would bring unnecessary trouble. Shen Zhimo had sternly warned Saxon to keep it secret, so no one else knew about it. They only treated her as a very beautiful and lovely little sister and doted on her. Everyone in the Dark Sunflower Club except Shen Zhimo treated her as one.
baby.
As expected, the brush was made almost like a brush. After being dipped in water, the tip of the brush was very flat, making it difficult to draw detailed patterns. Troy saw a look of hesitation on the boss's face and explained: "The wool collected from goats has been dried overnight.
Processing, I made more than 20 pieces, please accept the effect."
Sunflower Club member A presented a stack of paper and said: "This is white food packaging paper produced by the Durnhold County Paper Mill. It is more flexible and absorbent. Do you think it is suitable?"
Member B of the Sunflower Club took out a big box and said: "This is gouache paint prepared by the palace painter. It does not contain oil and has eighteen main colors. After magic blending and deep processing, it is made into a paste. Just mix water.
We have conducted experiments on food packaging paper. The color will not cause any error, and I believe it can meet the requirements of Lord Saga."
Zhiro Tilin was full of expectations, like a proud princess, waiting for praise for doing good things. She looked at him with her lips pursed, her face glowing with joy, she was pure and cute, making a lot of men salivate.
, if it weren’t for the boss’s presence
People gathered around, vying for favor and flattery.
Shen Zhimo banged the table and said angrily: "Are you slaves who specialize in running errands or are you members of the Sunflower Club who uphold justice? You are idle all day long. Your duty is to kill people and save the people from dire straits. You are not following this little girl.
Spin around!" The sunlight drifted to the extremely aggrieved Zhiluo Tilin, and then said: "Okay, since I just brought it, forget it. The quality of the wrapping paper is not bad, but the size is too small. I will try the gouache paint later.
Effect."
Zhi Luotilin burst into laughter and said: "I know you can only teach people. Troy and his people have done so much work in one night. Not only did you work hard for your participation in Madam's flower viewing party, how can I not praise you enough?"
Sentence?"
Trim the brush to make it more in line with your imagination. Sit down and sit with your left hand on the desk, pointing your index finger upward, pressing with your thumb and pressing in with your middle finger. This is a very standard posture for holding a brush. Everyone can't help but open their eyes: "
What is he going to do?"
Shen Zhimo squeezed out a tube of vermilion paint, mixed it with water, dipped it in with a pen and applied it on the paper. It was not much different from rice paper. He couldn't help but feel confident. He looked at the size of the paper. It was 0.8 meters long and 0.00 points wide.
Six meters is basically enough. He looked dazed for a moment and said with a smile: "Make me a cup of Tieguanyin."
"What is Tieguanyin...?"
"Oh, oh, just make a cup of coffee." Shen Zhimo calmed down, slowly mixed the water, and mixed the appropriate color, as leisurely as an old man basking in the afternoon sun. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
Zhiro Tilin pulled up a chair and sat next to it, holding her chin in her hand and looking at him with a smile.
With a "click" sound, a drop of ink fell on the paper and splashed out, staining a perfectly white piece of paper. This is a huge mistake when painting. People who have practiced will not make such mistakes. Everyone said Shen Zhimo
In fact, he is not very good, it is just a bluff. Seeing him make a fool of himself, I want to laugh but dare not.
Shen Zhimo was neither impatient nor impatient. He dragged the pen with a big stroke and then wiped it out. Several uneven and irregular curves instantly appeared on the paper. This is very different from everyone's common sense of painting. It can be said that it is quite different from others.
The children's painting skills were even worse. Zhi Luo Tilin secretly observed everyone and found that everyone had a look of sarcasm on their faces. They were about to blurt out cheers but could not say a word. The situation was very embarrassing.
Simon pushed the door in and asked with a smile: "What are everyone doing? Hey, what are you doing, boss?" Troy immediately stopped him from talking nonsense and whispered: "Damn it, are you going to die, boss?"
I’m painting, and I’m not brushing anything.”
Shen Zhimo turned a blind eye to them and continued to write. All he saw was that the ink dots on the paper were messy, with strokes here and there, completely out of order, and really poor. He moved very fast, with his gestures wide open and closed, undulating vertically and horizontally, but his posture was
It is extremely graceful, like fingertips dancing on the paper.
He brushed and brushed, connected a few dots in the right corner, and then dragged out a misty filament. Under his hand, the picture became clearer and clearer. He threw away the brush, picked up a new pen and dipped it in a light red color.
One hand was never free, and he even held two pens with both hands at the same time. He was able to use both pens without making any mistakes. It was as if Fan Kuan was possessed, and Tang Yin was personally here, touching here and there, dark green, bright yellow, purple red, gray white.
It slowly emerged, and gradually, everyone's expressions changed.
There is a large blank area on the left, and on the right there are towering green mountains, boundless rivers, clusters of flowers, lakes and mountains, and sparkling water. A brightly colored "Spring Outing" appears on the paper. Shen Zhimo wrote: "Visitors come and go in front of the pavilion regardless of whether they are old or young in spring.
Falling Flowers. Painted by Shen Zhimo in the midsummer of the Jiashu Year." He snorted, threw the pen on the table, and said arrogantly: "Those portraits of the Queen are bullshit to me. I dare not say that this painting is the best in the world, but it is
That’s almost it.”
Zhi Luo Tilin exclaimed: "You can finish it so quickly?" She rushed to the front to watch. Traditional style landscape painting and Western oil painting each have their own merits, and there is no difference between them. However, everyone has been used to oil paintings since childhood, and suddenly seeing this
Seeing things of another style is like eating Western food for the first time and stepping into a new world. Everything is so fresh and exciting, and you can imagine the shock in your heart. The little girl thought for a long time but couldn't think of anything.
The words of praise are just looked at so stupidly.
Although it goes against everyone's common sense and is not as real and concrete as an oil painting, when you look at the "Spring Outing" scroll, it is so vibrant and full of spring, with little flowers falling and mountains and rivers rushing towards you, especially the last line of the poem.
It doesn't matter, but it blends so perfectly with the painting itself. If you look at it carefully, you will feel like you are walking in the warm spring, and you can't bear to look away anymore.