Li Muyang looked at Chu Ning with a smile. "It's really difficult. If I find a princess to be my servant, should I ask her to wash my clothes, cook or massage my shoulders? Or should I ask her to perform a striptease for me — — But I heard that princesses don't know how to do anything, they most likely can't do anything? If that's the case, I would suffer a great loss. "
"Li Muyang — —" Chu Ning leaned her head in front of Li Muyang, a warm and charming smile on her face, but the words she said were filled with murderous intent. "I will definitely kill you."
"There are many people who want to kill me, who do you think you are?" Li Muyang also smiled, but the hostility in his heart was rapidly rising.
For some reason, he hated it when people talk to him in an overbearing manner, and even more hated when people talk to him with words like 'kill' and 'die'.
He always felt that he was the most proud and noble existence, the powerful and invincible Dragon King, but these insignificant humans dared to use such a tone to talk to him — —
Li Muyang hurriedly composed himself.
What a terrible experience. He often substituted himself as the Dragon King and was easily affected by the old man's arrogant attitude that looked down on the world, that he was number one in the world and did not put anyone in his eyes. Even in the face of the Princess of West Wind, it was difficult for him to restrain his domineering attitude that made him look like an idiot, and then said some very inappropriate and infuriating words.
It's all the Dragon King's fault!
"You'll know in the future — —" Chu Ning patted Li Muyang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I'm number one."
"Number three?"
Chu Ning no longer argued with Li Muyang, but walked over to the painting table, picked up a Xuanzhou brush, dipped it in ink, and began to draw the painting in her mind.
In the process of arguing with Li Muyang, she had already drawn up a draft in her mind.
She had studied painting for many years, and had drawn peach blossoms countless times. Every spring when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, she would organize some of the children of noble families to go for an outing in the peach orchard in the suburbs to drink wine and paint. She was very experienced in both surveying and drawing.
She only needed to show the best painting she had ever drawn in front of everyone, and she would definitely be able to convince Li Muyang, a country bumpkin who had never seen much of the world.
This time, Chu Ning was admiring a painting she had made before, "The Boy Contending in Spring", which was an award-winning work at a garden party and had received comments and praise from many famous masters in Tiandu. According to the opinions of the court painters, he made some minor changes to the original foundation.
With a wave of Chu Ning's arm, the brush and ink began to spread, and large patches of pink peach orchards began to appear on the pure white paper. The peach blossoms were bewitching and blazing, and they covered the corners of the rice paper, causing one to have the feeling that this peach blossom garden was boundless and vast.
Under the peach tree, young boys and girls were having fun in groups of three to five. The most eye-catching thing was, a snow-white boy holding a freshly picked peach blossom in his hand ran towards the crowd, while two other boys waved branches and chased after him — —
Because she had a well-thought-out plan, Chu Ning's drawing speed was extremely fast and her brush strokes were extremely dense. In just a moment, the paper in front of her was filled with the scenery and people.
This was Chu Ning's deliberate action.
Not only did she want to draw better than Li Muyang, but she also wanted to draw faster than Li Muyang.
She wanted to crush and defeat Li Muyang, so that he would not have any room to fight back.
As Chu Ning's brush strokes fell like rain, Li Muyang was still in the midst of thinking.
He paced back and forth in front of the painting table, the spread out paper was still snow-white, without a single drop of ink.
"Sister Wang, would Li Muyang not know how to draw at all?" Lin Canghai looked at Li Muyang, who was deep in thought, and couldn't help but worry.
Qiandu shook her head. "Muyang classmate's words are sharp and exaggerated, but he is very methodical. Since he is willing to accept other people's challenge, it proves that he has foreseen all kinds of possibilities. Perhaps he is thinking about the theme of the work. "
Lin Canghai's mouth widened into a smile. "You trust him."
"He is indeed trustworthy." Qiandu said.
"I always feel there's a story between you two. As if you've known each other before. "Lin Canghai said in a very small voice.
Qiandu smiled, but did not answer.
Chu Ning's work was about to be completed, but Li Muyang had not yet begun to draw. Therefore, almost half of the students of the Institute of Art had gathered around Chu Ning's painting table.
There was not a single soul around Li Muyang, occasionally someone cast a glance over, only to find that Li Muyang was still pacing back and forth, with an uninspired look on his face. Then they quickly withdrew their line of sight and concentrated on admiring the masterpiece of West Wind Princess Chu Ning.
After all, beautiful women are always more popular. This was the case everywhere.
"The brush strokes are complicated, the lines are tight and continuous, this is Gu Sanjue's iron line drawing technique — —"
"Gu Sanjue is the ancestor of Teacher Gu, people call him the three masters: the master of painting, the master of literature and the master of infatuation — — Chu Ning has the charm of the Gu family's iron line drawing technique, Teacher Gu most likely also has extra points — —"
"The Princess of West Wind lives up to her reputation, I'm afraid she has already locked onto the battle — —"
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Gu Huangwu also stood to the side, admiring Chu Ning's painting. Every time he saw something wonderful, he would lift his gourd and gulp down a mouthful of wine.
Before he could finish looking at the painting, he had already drunk the entire gourd of wine.
"Teacher Gu, what do you think of Chu Ning's work?" Song Tinyun asked aloud. He had been standing next to Gu Huangwu all this time, seeing Gu Huangwu constantly drinking, he knew that he liked Chu Ning's painting. In order to help Chu Ning become famous, and also to let everyone know Chu Ning's position in Teacher Gu's heart, he took the initiative to ask.
If Teacher Gu praised Chu Ning in public, then Chu Ning's reputation would immediately spread far and wide, and she would immediately become one of the leaders of the younger generation.
"Not bad." Gu Huangwu said aloud.
Song Tinyun was a little anxious. Just a 'not bad' was too perfunctory, he needed Gu Huangwu's exact words of praise. In that case, it would be easier to fabricate a story and spread the news.
"Student is stupid, can't tell the good from the bad. May I ask Teacher Gu to point out the right path for us. "Song Tinyun asked again.
Gu Huangwu poured himself another mouthful of strong wine, and was not stingy with his words of praise. "Use of the brush like a silkworm spitting out silk, spring clouds floating in the sky, flowing water flowing on the ground, natural and smooth."
Gu Huangwu then pointed to the several children chasing each other. "The scenery is good to paint, but the meaning is hard to find. The essence of this painting lies in the several children chasing each other. The several peach blossoms in their hands are more vivid than the peach blossoms in the garden, and more representative of the spring when hundreds of flowers are in full bloom — — Painting the dragon's eyes, falling leaves signify autumn. This painting is wonderful. "
"I see." Song Tinyun's line of sight followed the direction of Gu Huangwu's finger, nodding repeatedly. "I didn't understand before, but after listening to Teacher Gu's advice, the several children have a lifelike feeling. Cute and lively, vividly on paper. "
Song Tinyun knew that his goal had been achieved.
'Use of the brush like a silkworm spitting out silk, spring clouds floating in the sky, flowing water flowing on the ground, natural and smooth'. Just based on these words of evaluation, Chu Ning had already squeezed into the ranks of the divine continent's top painters.
He pondered in his mind to let the Song family spread the news. The Song family was known as the kingdom's library, and the mansion was full of talented people. Let them arrange today's competition into a wonderful and exciting story, and Chu Ning's name would immediately spread throughout the kingdom. In that case, Chu Ning would certainly be very grateful to him, right? Even the West Wind Royal Family would be happy to see their Princess become an admirable master painter.
"To observe a painting, you have to look with your eyes and appreciate it with your heart. But, after you've seen it many times, look at the feeling at first glance. Look at the atmosphere, artistic conception, and style at first glance. There are ten realms of painting, the first realm is the realm of illusion. The person or peach blossoms in front of you, all have a half illusion and half reality side. Illusion and reality, between illusion and reality. How to deal with the illusion, how to present the reality. Only when this is well dealt with, can the work truly enter the grade. There are countless people in the divine continent who have this realm. "
"The second realm is the realm outside the painting. A good work not only reflects the scene presented by the painting, but also can make people's imagination roam freely and have a profound impact. The realm inside the painting can be described, but the meaning outside the painting is difficult to find. There are thousands of people in the divine continent who have entered this realm. "
"The third realm is the realm of clumsy and ugly. Beauty and ugliness, skillful and clumsy, how to define? I say 'great skill appears to be clumsy'. Some beauty is ugly, some ugliness is beautiful. Excessive skill leads to clumsiness, great clumsiness is skillful. There are less than one hundred people in the divine continent who have entered this realm. "
"The fourth realm of painting is the realm of loneliness, water does not flow, flowers do not bloom. The spring wind does not blow, the winter snow does not melt. The whole world is deathly silent. This scene is the most sorrowful. There are only dozens of people in the divine continent who have entered this realm. "
Hearing Gu Huangwu commenting on Chu Ning's painting and talking about the ten realms of painting, countless students gathered around, listening attentively, and some people took out a pen and paper to take notes.
Even Li Muyang's only two hardcore supporters, Qiandu and Lin Canghai, were attracted by Gu Huangwu's narration. They abandoned Li Muyang and crowded over to the crowd. They wanted to hear what the ten realms of painting Master Gu was talking about.
After Gu Huangwu finished talking about the realm of loneliness, as though he was quite lonely, he lifted the gourd and began to pour wine.
"Teacher Gu, what is the fifth realm?" Someone asked anxiously.
"The fifth realm is the realm of desolation. Zeng Gong said: I am desolation, now I am even happier. It is the natural solution to being unrestrained. And as an aesthetic concept, 'desolation', it refers to the unrestrained spirit, the bleak and elegant atmosphere, light and carefree, and surpassing all order. Poets known as desolation include Tao Yuanming, Meng Haoran, Wang Wei, Wei Yingwu and other famous masters. Painters also include Ni Yunlin, Huang Gongwang, Dong Qichang and other state teachers. They leisurely roam the mountains and forests, free and happy. They call themselves mountain people, I prefer to call them immortals. "
"They are all admirable figures." Someone said with a sigh.
"My painting is done." Li Muyang shouted excitedly.
When he turned around, he found that there was no one around him.
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