Ling Tian came to the table and bent over slightly. Looking at the unfinished painting, he sighed and said, "Miss, you have already perfected all the external painting techniques. There's no need to improve further."
"External painting techniques?" The lady was shocked. She stood up and said, "Are there still internal techniques? Please guide me, Young Master. " By the side, the beautiful lady also stared at Ling Tian's eyes without blinking as a strange light flashed in her eyes.
It was finally his turn to plagiarize and fool others! It had been fifteen years. It had not been easy! Ling Tian felt a little excited in his heart. However, his expression did not change. He said, "Your painting skills are like the mountains, and your painting intent is like the sea. The mountains can be climbed, and the sea is boundless. Miss, your painting skills are already very high. However, your painting intent is, hahaha … "Ling Tian laughed softly.
The lady's eyes flashed. She seemed to be very happy. Her tone was even more polite. "Please guide me, Young Master." She had never heard of painting intent. Hearing the young man suddenly mention it today, it was obviously a different world. The lady had been studying painting for many years. When she heard Ling Tian's words, she suddenly felt as if a new world had appeared in front of her. However, it was hazy and she could not touch it. It was as if she could point it out with a finger. However, she always lacked the power of that finger.
Ling Tian reached out his hand and said, "Miss, please take a look." The lady looked over. She saw the willow branches fluttering and the green water slightly wrinkled. She did not feel any difference from before.
Seeing her puzzled expression, Ling Tian could not help but smile. He said, "Miss, look at the painting in front of you again. Is there any difference between the scene in front of you and the scene in front of you?"
The lady did not look down at the painting this time. She looked at Ling Tian and said, "Yes, although the scene in my painting and the scene in front of you are similar in shape, the difference is like heaven and earth."
Ling Tian laughed and said, "This is where the problem lies."
As he spoke, he took the brush from the woman's hand. The woman tactfully moved away from the jade table.
Ling Tian stood upright with one hand behind his back and the other holding a brush. His body was slightly bent forward, and his brush was flying. In an instant, a few willows that danced in the wind had already appeared on the paper. When he put away the brush, he moved it slightly. When he looked at the painting again, even the fish in the water seemed to be carefree, as if they could jump out of the painting at any time.
In the blink of an eye, this ordinary painting seemed to have been given a soul and came alive.
The four of them stared blankly at the side, but they did not discover anything profound about it. He felt that his strokes were no different from his own, just a little faster. But why was the difference between the two of them so great?
Ling Tian gently placed the brush on the inkstone and looked up with a smile. "I've made a fool of myself."
The four of them were shocked! The way they looked at Ling Tian was as if they were looking at a monster. The eyes of the two girls were filled with fanaticism and worship. A hint of respect appeared in the eyes of the two old women.
With just a few strokes, he was able to turn an ordinary painting into a masterpiece. There was actually such a person in the world!
Why had they never heard of such shocking painting skills before? People with such painting skills should have long been famous, but this young man in front of them had never been heard of!
The girl who was painting bowed deeply and said with admiration, "Young Master is so talented, this little girl admires you greatly! Just a few strokes just now, but it was wonderful to add the finishing touch. This little girl has practiced painting for many years, but I have never seen such superb painting skills like Young Master. I'm amazed. I wonder if Young Master can … " Speaking until here, her eyes suddenly darkened. She obviously thought that the other party was obviously a prince. With his status, how could he be her teacher? The words of wanting to be apprenticed to him were immediately swallowed back down her throat.
Ling Tian of course understood her meaning, but did not show it. He pointed at the painting and said, "If Miss doesn't mind me talking too much, this one will make a fallacy."
The eyes of the two girls suddenly lit up and looked at him with surprise.
Ling Tian pointed at the painting and said, "Miss, please take a look. Here, the willows are swaying in the wind, and the clear water ripples. The reason why this scene is so intoxicating is because of the wind. As the saying goes, 'Willow branches rise in the west, leaves rise in the east. This is not painting a willow, but painting a style'. Painting willows, clouds, and water ripples, all of these still movements, all of them are based on the concept of wind. "
"Willow branches rise in the west, leaves rise in the east. This is not painting a willow, but painting a style!" The girl who was painting muttered these two sentences in a low voice. As if she understood something, her eyes became brighter and brighter. She only felt that every sentence the other party said had a different meaning, and could bring new shock to her. She could not help but think: If I could have this person as my teacher, it would be the fortune of my life! Unfortunately, the other party was a prince. It seemed that this thought could only be buried deep in her heart.
Ling Tian made a gesture of pointing at the mountains and rivers and continued, "As the saying goes, splashing ink is not afraid of simplicity, and fine brushwork is not tired of complexity. This is why …"
The girl who was painting could not help but ask, "Young Master, what is splashing ink? What is fine brushwork? "
Uh!
Ling Tian could not help but be stunned. Only then did he realize that he had been too complacent. He had even forgotten that there was no difference between traditional painting and fine brushwork in this era.
Helplessly, he said, "If one's knowledge is high, one's writing will be light. If one's intent is high, one's brushwork will be low. A painter's intent is the brushwork first. Before painting, it is best not to be in a hurry to start. As the saying goes, before the brush has moved, the painting in your heart has already been completed. Naturally, the brush will be like the help of the gods. " Realizing that he could not explain, he could only say something else to divert the attention of these girls, barely covering it up.
The young girl's face was full of admiration as she praised, "Young Master's words speak the true essence of painting in a single sentence. The thought-provoking aspects are like the evening drum and morning bell. To Bing … uh … to this young girl, it is like pouring wisdom into my head. It has opened my eyes and I have benefited a lot. Please accept this little girl's bow! "As she said that, she bowed deeply.
Ling Tian noticed that when she was speaking, she paused for a moment. "To Bing … uh … to this little girl", there was a big problem with this sentence! He guessed that the word "Bing" and the word she did not say out was her name.
Ling Tian laughed and said, "Miss, you don't have to be so polite. This one was also inspired. It is rare to see someone like you in painting, so I could not help but say a few more words. Miss, please don't blame me."
The girl smiled and said, "Young Master is too modest. This little girl only has respect and gratitude for Young Master. "
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