Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 506: Painting and calligraphy is a must
The wind from the river brought a slight coolness.
In Linjiang Palace, the atmosphere is a bit subtle.
According to the conscience, this "Early Spring Outing Picture" is an excellent painting, and the theme is also very good. For those scholars who are inspired to benefit the people and make life for the people, this painting is very warning And the meaning of spurring.
But who is there?
They are all top-notch nobles, they are the kind who pay a lot of money when they lie at home and don't produce. They may sympathize with these servants, but how to use them!
Zheng Qingfang didn't even think about probating them. He was very satisfied that he could squeeze some money out of them, build water conservancy projects, build bridges and pave roads, and feed back the civilians.
The second famous painting is unfolded. It is a girl!
In early spring, apricot blossoms rained!
On the outskirts of the city, in the lush greenery, a cardamom girl wearing a yellow spring shirt, holding a large banana leaf in both hands, put it on her head, and then squatted by the gurgling stream, watching the ants moving in the rain!
It was!
Gah!
A frog is noisy, leaping high, and jumping on the banana leaf. The girl's beautiful big eyes rolled up and she wanted to probe her hand to catch it.
The whole picture scroll, because of this catch, seems to come alive!
"Haha!"
Many people couldn't help laughing at the moment they saw the picture scroll, and their nervousness also instantly slowed down, as if they were part of the spring rain.
The girl is cute, cute, and her eyes are full of innocence. Just one glance makes people feel uncomfortable.
"I have seen this picture!"
An old man stroked his beard and said something.
"Yes, I have also seen it. It was last year. Zheng Xiang asked the butler to bring it. I really wanted to stay!"
"I heard that the girl in the painting has disappeared. Zheng Sang had this painting in order to find her!"
"Huh? Why do I think this girl is a bit familiar?"
The guests talked a lot.
Gu Xiuxun looked at Sun Mo in amazement. She had seen Sun Mo paint "Early Spring Outing". She thought it was a coincidence, but she didn't expect him to be truly unparalleled.
She knew about Lu Zhiruo's disappearance, so no one except Sun Mo could draw such a vivid papaya girl.
An Xinhui looked at Lu Zhiruo subconsciously, and compared it with the **** the picture scroll. Although it was not exactly the same, the charm and temperament were the same person.
Then An Xinhui's expression was shocked, and she looked at Sun Mo.
"Oh, the girl in the painting, is this a girl from Zhongzhou Academy?"
Qi Muen screamed and suddenly realized.
Lu Zhiruo said just now that he wanted to donate more than one hundred taels, so someone looked at her a few times, and among them was Qi Muen. He reacted right now.
Everyone turned their heads, compared them, and found that they looked very similar.
"Zheng Sang, is this the girl?"
Qi Muen asked.
"Huh?"
Lu Zhiruo was dumbfounded, and stared at the picture scroll blankly: "How come I look familiar, is it me?"
"Haha!"
Looking at the cute papaya mother, many people can't help but laugh.
"Master Miao, among all of you present, your painting skills should be the highest. Would you please comment?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
Qi Muen didn't know if it was an illusion. He seemed to have heard Zheng Qingfang teasing Miao Mu.
Miao Mu raised his chin slightly, and glanced at Sun Mo arrogantly. Did you see it? Even Zheng Sang praises me so much!
Huh, sit down with me and discuss painting? Are you worthy?
You are a brother!
When Miao Mu's gaze turned to the painting again, he showed a look of serious appreciation, and he was about to show his true ability.
"This painting should be completed in a quarter of an hour, or even less time!"
Miao Miao speaks.
"Huh? No? You can draw a famous painting in a quarter of an hour?"
Fang Lun raised his hand and was shocked: "The so-called famous paintings shouldn't be meticulously crafted?"
"The realm of a wonderful pen grows flowers. It depends on the feeling. Of course, the longer you draw, the easier this feeling will come. It's like archery. After shooting a few arrows, it feels like, how do you shoot an arrow? How come!"
Miao Mu found an easy-to-understand analogy.
"Master Miao is really amazing, this painting was indeed completed in a quarter of an hour!"
After Zheng Qingfang said these words, many people began to marvel.
"A famous painting can be completed in a quarter of an hour. This master must have extraordinary painting skills!"
Qi Muen was shocked and looked at the corner of the scroll, trying to find the inscription, but found that there was none.
Others are also exclaiming, Gu Xiuxun and An Xinhui are staring at Sun Mo, looking at his expression, yes, he painted it.
"The composition of this painting is very simple, and there is no far-reaching artistic conception. It is purely the master’s interest and the painting, but don’t look simple, it shows the master’s care, love, And love these emotions are perfectly presented."
Miao Mu sighed: "This "Spring Rain Picture" gives people the greatest feeling of cleanness, innocence, and no impurities."
"Eh? Did the teacher like me so much?"
Lu Zhiruo was stunned and looked at Sun Mo. She felt that she was too stupid and poorly qualified. Compared with Li Ziqi and Ying Baiwu, the teacher must like them more, but now it seems that she has misunderstood the teacher. Up?
Sun Mo chuckled lightly and rubbed Papaya Niang's head.
"Hee hee!"
Lu Zhiruo's eyebrows were open and smiling, and he instantly threw away those chaotic thoughts, whatever it is, in my heart, I am the teacher's favorite baby!
Li Ziqi curled the corners of his lips, and suddenly envy rose in his heart. I really want the teacher to draw me a picture!
You don’t need a famous painting, as long as the teacher painted it.
Sun Mo curled his lips, no wonder Miao Mu was so arrogant, he did have the strength to be proud.
"To appreciate this kind of famous painting, you don't need to think too much, and you can't think too much, just enjoy the beauty!"
Miao Mu made a summary and gave a thumbs up: "This master, really great!"
Everyone looked at the picture scroll again.
On the verdant green banana leaves, there are crystal clear raindrops sliding down, dark ants crawling in a mess, and the smell of soil emanating from the wet soil, as if it is coming on, making people feel like a picture. Can feel it.
Indeed, looking at this famous painting, the chaotic emotions of the guests will quickly calm down, faster than some incense bath tea.
"Wang Ye, what do you think?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
Li Ziqi's face is already very difficult to read, the painting is good, but because of this painting, he thinks of his son who died tragically.
Although it is an unbelievable thing, no, even a dog in the prince's mansion is not your turn to deal with.
"Haha, good painting!"
Li Ziqi praised, but in his heart, he has decided that when there is a chance, he must kidnap this girl from the Zhongzhou Academy and sell her to the most remote country, so that you will never see each other.
"Zheng Sang, I don't know which master made this painting?"
Miao Mu was curious, because he found that this famous painting was not signed, so he could only ask.
"Gandalf!"
Introduced by Zheng Qingfang.
"Who? Who is Gandalf who wrote "Journey to the West"?"
"I didn't expect it to be a famous painter?"
"Tsk, painting and calligraphy? It turned out to be a painting and calligraphy?"
The guests were shocked.
Qi Muen was also taken aback when he heard the name, then subconsciously looked at Lu Zhiruo, and then followed her gaze to find Sun Mo.
"This girl really worships Sun Mo!"
Qi Muen muttered, always feeling that this famous painting has something to do with Sun Mo.
"Oh, what are you surprised? Didn't you see it just now? The signature of the "Early Spring Outing" is also Master Gandalf!"
An old man is speechless, he is really a vulgar person, he doesn't even appreciate paintings, he just pretends to be arty.
"..."
The guests were speechless. Who was taking care of the inscription just now? They were thinking about how to avoid donations. After all, it doesn't matter who painted the famous paintings compared to money.
"Zheng Sang, this famous painting, I don't know if we can cut love?"
Qi Muen struggled for a while, but still begged. After all, he is also a painter, so he didn't want to miss it after seeing it.
"Qi Mingma, you are killing me!"
Zhang Hanfu refused.
"Uncle Zheng, since you can get two famous paintings by Gandalf, you must be familiar with him, can you help me introduce them?"
The Qi Luma stepped back and sought second place.
With his status, he has no chance to develop his career, so he started to engage in art and become a literary man.
"How about I will tell you after I have asked Master Gandalf's opinion?"
Zheng Qingfang did not randomly agree.
"Then please!"
After Qi Muen bowed his hands, he became excited again: "Isn't there another famous painting? Get it out quickly!"
"This third picture, is it the finale, right?"
Fang Lun guessed.
"You have just appreciated Master Miao’s Tripitaka, which is highly rated. Now I also have one. Please comment."
Following Zheng Qingfang's words, the big man unfolded the picture scroll, and a picture of "Three Tibet Traveling to the West" showed everyone in front of them. For a moment, the whole Linjiang Palace was silent.
When everyone looked at this picture scroll, all the words were gone, and all their minds were attracted by Sanzang's determined face.
Is the Miao Mu's tripartite bad?
Very good, it is a rare good product, but there is no harm if there is no comparison. Compared with this one, that is the younger brother!
Strictly speaking, the famous painting Zheng Qingfang produced is a portrait at best. It is simple to die, but the simpler it is, the more likely it is to resonate.
The people present, especially the old people, couldn't help but sigh. The years are merciless, and the youth is gradually passing away. Who doesn't want to live longer?
To tell you the truth, most people at this age can get by, but after seeing this famous painting, their spirits suddenly become refreshed.
"Haha, wonderful! Great!"
An old man laughed, stroked his beard, and stared at the trip to the west: "The old man has long wanted to go to the north and take in the magnificent scenery of the desert, but he was worried that he would die on the road for a long time!" /
"Funny! Sad! Sigh!"
"I am not dead, but my heart is dead!"
After the old man finished speaking, he suddenly bowed his hand to Zheng Qingfang: "Ge Er Zheng, my brother's family, I beg you!"
After the old man finished speaking, he laughed and left at a bold step. His ambition was ignited by this famous painting. He is going to accomplish the ambition he set when he was young!
"Huh? Father, father, you can't go!"
A middle-aged man is in a hurry and wants to chase it out. The family can have its current status, thanks to his father's remaining power and connections. If he dies outside, the influence of the family will be greatly reduced.
"Xiao Zhang, don't chase, let him go!"
Zheng Qingfang persuaded that the two have known each other for a long time, but since entering the court as an official, Lao Zhang has never called himself Zheng Geer, and now he is called by this again, which shows that his heart has returned to that year.
"Calm down! Calm down!"
Fang Taishou kept admonishing himself not to do stupid things. He now has an impulse to resign from his office and complete the ideal of traveling through famous mountains and rivers he established when he was young.
"This is the power of famous paintings!"
Qi Muen sighed.
At this moment, the entire hall is immersed in an inexplicable atmosphere.
In the past year or so, "Journey to the West" has been very popular. It can be said that even the illiterate people in the market have heard it from storytellers.
At the craziest time, let alone the entire teahouse and wine shop in Jinling, even the simple tea shops in the suburbs, there are young girls with red teeth singing Journey to the West.
Because everyone has read Journey to the West, their feelings are particularly strong when they see this picture of the Trip to the West.
The San Zang in the painting no longer wears a gorgeous robes, no longer looks like a white-faced monk, he is a dusty man, holding a white horse stained with mud, holding a nine-ring tin rod, facing the miasma beast. The trek.
The color of this painting is not gorgeous, even because of the use of gray tones, at first glance, there is a sense of depression and struggle, which makes people very uncomfortable.
But this feeling of discomfort, after the viewer looked at San Zang, it all melted like ice and snow in the sun.
San Zang's eyes, firm and unyielding, seem to have penetrated the mist and looked towards the western sky!
The steps of Sanzang, calm and clean, seem to be able to overcome a thousand calamities and overcome all obstacles.
The expression of San Zang reveals his no regrets and persistence in retrieving the Scriptures. When I go to the west, no matter how difficult and remote the journey is, I absolutely retreat.
That kind of will, showing through the picture, rushes toward the face.
In life, it is trouble and trouble!
Who is alive and hasn't been upset yet?
Sometimes I really feel so tired, so just let it go, but when they see this famous painting, they have a strong sense of war in their hearts!
"I feel like I am thirty years younger again!"
Li Zixing laughed.
Facing the rise of Zhongzhou Academy~IndoMTL.com~ Am I worried? Got some tension? Don't be afraid, I can definitely turn it into my pocket in my lifetime!
And the throne...
Li Zixing's eyes flickered, he bit his lip, and the chair. Who said I would never have a chance to sit down?
An Xinhui is a tough-minded person. After retreating from the artistic conception of a famous painting, he looked at the inscription, and then was stunned.
"Gandalf?"
Why is this guy again? But it is right to think about it, Journey to the West is the work of Gandalf, and his painting for this book is also the meaning of the title.
Don't know why, An Xinhui looked at Sun Mo directly, and then blinked.
Sun Mo shrugged helplessly, and then he heard the system prompt.
Ding!
From An Xinhui's favorability degree +1000, respect (11000/100000).