The young duke continued to stare at Fang Yun, but Fang Yun did not look at the son of the Sangfroid Prince who was wrapped in medicine.
Although Jingguo and Jia Country did not border each other, there were some conflicts between the two countries, but they were not serious.
The disciple beside the master painter Ruan Ling glanced at the young duke unhappily. If the young duke did not say anything, Ruan Ling could definitely escape unscathed.
However, the young duke had exposed Ruan Ling's purpose for coming here. If Ruan Ling pointed out Fang Yun's mistakes, then his reputation would definitely soar. If he could not point out Fang Yun's mistakes, then Ruan Ling would not have the face to see anyone when he returned to his country.
Ruan Ling's hair and beard were all white. He smiled faintly and said, "The art of painting is vast and boundless. It does not differentiate between the old and the new. It only judges the heroes based on their skills. Fang Zhenguo has surpassed the Lingyan Pavilion and is the number one genius of all time. Old Man cannot compare to him. As for today's lecture, it will be the same as usual. Regardless of success or failure, we will only talk about gains and losses. I came here to listen with the heart of a student and to pick up lost things as a comrade. As for the words of others, they are not reliable. "
Everyone nodded. This was the magnanimity of a master of the third level. Even if he helped the Lei family go against Fang Yun, he was not as desperate as the young duke. However, he still showed his ability. The last two words "picking up lost things" revealed the pride of a master of the third level of painting.
If Ruan Ling continued to be humble and put on an act, then he would be despised by everyone.
Hearing that Ruan Ling was so cunning, the young duke's eyes flashed and he said again, "You and Jia Country …"
Everyone was stunned. The young duke was just trying to sow discord, but this time he was about to curse.
"Scram!"
The chancellor shouted and waved his sleeves. The young duke's mouth was sealed by a gust of wind. Then, he flew backward from the stone steps and out of the courtyard wall made of trees. He flew more than a thousand feet and landed heavily on the ground.
"Crack …"
The sound of bones breaking exploded in the young duke's body.
"Pfft …" The young duke spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was filled with annoyance. None of the chancellors were easy to deal with. The chancellor was the chancellor's confidant. He would not allow anyone who offended Fang Yun to be arrogant. The young duke closed his eyes and fainted.
There was silence in Yuexi Courtyard.
Fang Yun coughed softly. "Now that I've finished talking about the Dao of Zither and the Dao of Calligraphy, let's move on to the third lecture, the Dao of Painting, which is also the most important topic of today's lecture. The content of the third lecture was about the texturing method. The Texturing Technique has already sprouted in the Human Clan, but no one has paid much attention to it. However, after some in-depth research, I have come to a conclusion. The future of Dharma. This was the future of landscape painting! Formless Technique, Not Landscape! "
Many people sucked in a breath of cold air. Fang Yun had been teaching in a modest and gentlemanly manner, choosing his words carefully. However, his words had gone beyond the scope of arrogance.
However, with the previous lesson, everyone suppressed their suspicions and quietly looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun gave a signal, and someone immediately went to set up the drawing board and spread out the paper. It was fixed on the drawing board so that the audience could see it easily.
Fang Yun dipped the brush in the ink and said, "I used to study in Jiang District's Academy of Arts. The person who taught me painting was Mr. Xiao Yi. Although he taught me fine brushwork, freehand brushwork was unique. He used a rare technique called 'ink breaking'. Now, I will use the ink breaking technique to quickly draw a simple landscape. "
Then, Fang Yun picked up his brush and began to paint using the Ink Breaking Technique.
Although Xiao Yi used the ink breaking technique in the landscape, his knowledge of the technique was far inferior to Fang Yun's. Fang Yun waved the brush and splashed the ink. It did not take long for him to draw a landscape of Ji County. Then, he explained the various techniques of the ink breaking technique.
The ink breaking technique had long appeared in the Human Clan. It had not formed a system and was still in the process of development. Not many people paid attention to it. However, after Fang Yun used the ink breaking technique to draw, he explained it in detail. Then, he explained the technique from a deeper level, which immediately caused a commotion.
A large number of famous painters listened while writing. They wrote down what they did not understand or wanted to ask on the paper and passed it to the front.
Ruan Ling's disciple was intoxicated by the lecture. When he suddenly heard something he did not understand, he was about to write it down and pass it to the front to ask questions. However, the moment he put the brush down, his body trembled and he woke up abruptly. He quickly retracted the brush.
He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead as he secretly observed his teacher. He and his teacher had been asked by the Lei family to attack Fang Yun. However, not only did he not find Fang Yun's flaws, but he also had to ask for advice. If he was ten years younger, he would definitely be spanked by his teacher.
Seeing that Ruan Ling was so focused on Fang Yun's lecture that she did not notice what was happening around her, his disciple breathed a sigh of relief.
'I'm here to pick a fight, not to learn!' Ruan Ling's disciple thought to himself.
Fang Yun was well-prepared. He explained the profound in simple terms. Even those who did not have a deep understanding of painting were fascinated by his lecture. Their hearts itched unbearably, and they could not wait to step onto the path of painting.
Fang Yun first explained the Art of Breaking Ink. It was to respect the development of painting. After that, Fang Yun remained silent. He mobilized his talent and used the unprecedented "Axe Cutting Technique" in Saint Origin World to paint Mount Tai.
At first, the crowd did not think much of it. However, as he painted, Fang Yun's brush was like boulders colliding with each other. When he raised his brush, it was like a rolling boulder. They saw vigorous and powerful ink marks appear on the painting. They were irregular and winding. The mountains in the painting were like they were cut by knives and axes. The sturdy texture and sharp edges of Mount Tai were fully displayed, forming an unprecedented image of majesty.
Under the influence of talent and the first level of painting, the Mount Tai in the crowd's eyes actually slowly rose, as if it was going to break out of the paper.
A second level painter stood up abruptly and could not help but exclaim, "This … first level ink painting and second level painting! No wonder he could surpass Qi Ting! "
"He's not holding a brush in his hand, but an axe. He's cutting the boulders on Mount Tai! I'm definitely not mistaken. I can even hear the sound of the axe cutting the boulders! "
"Although this technique is just beginning to show its brilliance, it's already showing signs of establishing a sect!"
A grand scholar who was proficient in painting was facing Fang Yun. A part of the painting was blocked by Fang Yun's body. He frowned. Suddenly, a white cloud appeared under his feet and carried him up to the sky. He could clearly see Fang Yun's brush and ink splashing.
Not long after, Fang Yun finished painting the main peak of Mount Tai with the Axe Cutting Technique. He turned around and was stunned. He saw many grand scholars who had a meteoric rise in their careers floating in the sky. There were also a few former top scholars from Hanlin Academy.
Those who had a meteoric rise in their careers realized that they had lost their composure. They coughed and landed back on the ground.
Following that, Fang Yun began to teach the Axe Cutting Technique. He taught this technique that opened a new chapter in Chinese landscape painting.
As he listened, Ruan Ling's disciple could not help but reach for the brush again. He wanted to write down his doubts, but this time, he quickly stopped him. He sneaked a glance at his teacher and found that his teacher was the same as before. He heaved a sigh of relief.
However, he only heaved a sigh of relief halfway before he swallowed it back down. Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at the sky in shock.
White flowers appeared in the sky and slowly fell.
"A deluge of heavenly flowers …" Ruan Ling's disciple squeezed out four words from his throat. He felt that it was so difficult to speak. Even his throat seemed to be torn by the sound of these four words.
Tens of thousands of people raised their heads together. The sky was filled with white flowers falling.
One of Minister Zuo's disciples could not help but shout, "Isn't this a phenomenon that will definitely appear when Half-saint preaches? Even a great scholar's preaching is rare. How can Fang Yun, a high scholar's preaching cause a deluge of heavenly flowers! These flowers must have been blown here by the wind! It must be! "
No one refuted his words because even Tong Sheng knew. A deluge of heavenly flowers. Not to mention the ability to change winter into spring, even the wind, rain, and thunder did not dare to get close. Even if a tornado appeared, it would not be able to move a single petal.
A petal fell on a person's forehead. That person's entire body felt comfortable. Then, he could not help but shout, "I understand! I understand! I know what is known as breaking Ink Mountain and I also know what is known as Axe Chop Method! Thank you Teacher Fang! "
This thirty year old high scholar half knelt down in front of Fang Yun.
"Quick, quick, quick! Don't let the heavenly flowers run away! Quickly catch them! There are benefits! "
"Don't fight with me!"
Yuexi Courtyard was orderly. However, outside, it was a mess. No matter if it was male or female, old or young. Everyone began to fight for the heavenly flowers.
Yang Yuhuan stood far away. There were no falling flowers nearby. She was anxious. She saw the little fox smile and wave its hand towards the sky. A large mass of flowers flew over and fell onto Yang Yuhuan and Nunu, merging into their bodies.
"Ying, ying … …" The little fox happily called out.
Yang Yuhuan was also filled with joy. She found that not only did she understand Fang Yun's painting technique, she even had a breakthrough in the zither dao.
The people nearby saw this scene and quickly ran away. They stayed far away from this person and fox. This was simply drinking the heavenly flowers like water. It was too exaggerated.
Fang Yun continued to lecture. The heavenly flowers continued to fall. There were far more flowers than people. Yuexi Courtyard quickly calmed down.
After a while, someone angrily said, "Nonsense. I also got the flowers. How can I not understand anything? Liar! "
Everyone was stunned. An old high scholar sneered, "Idiot! You don't respect Fang Yun, you don't respect the painting path. You have evil intentions. It's already good that the flowers didn't smash you to death. You still want to understand? Even if the heavens are blind, they won't give you the heavenly flowers! "
Everyone loudly laughed.
That person silently lowered his head. Suddenly, he slowly knelt on the ground.
The surrounding people stopped laughing.
Another flower fell on his head. It quickly disappeared. Then, an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.
"Listening to this lecture is like bathing in the spring wind. Thank you, Teacher Fang! Today, I will break off relations with the Left Minister! "This person knelt on the ground and bowed.
The young duke opened his eyes in a daze. A cold smile appeared on his face. Even if he didn't anger Ruan Ling, it was enough to make the two of them … …
"This … …" He saw the dense white flowers in the sky.
"Heavenly … … flower … … chaos … … pu … …" The young duke lay on the ground. Blood spurted out of his mouth like a fountain.
Kacha! Kacha!
The sound of the literary gall shattering and the literary palace shattering spread in all directions.
The young duke's eyes rolled back and he fainted again.
In the end, he still didn't understand. He had invited three masters of the third realm to make things difficult for Fang Yun. Not only did they not succeed, but there were also heavenly flowers.
In Yuexi Courtyard, Ruan Ling's disciple gritted his teeth and held his brush again. Although he was sent by the Lei family, he was still a human scholar. If he missed this opportunity to ask questions, he didn't know how long it would be before he had another chance. Whether or not he could enter the third realm of painting was very likely to depend on this!
"Even if I get scolded by the teacher, I still have to ask questions!" He made up his mind and looked at Ruan Ling.
Ruan Ling was holding a brush and writing on the paper in front of her. "Old Man, there's something you don't understand … …"
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