Woof Woof Woof — —
The dog crouched at his feet, barking incessantly at Li Muyang.
As it barked, its body grew fainter and fainter, until it completely disappeared.
After all, it was just an illusion, and did not really drag the dog into reality.
Li Muyang cast his gaze over to the painting, only to find that the dog by the stream had disappeared. That part of the painting was empty, as if a painter had left a bad blank space.
Even at the Peach Blossom Dock, he had witnessed with his own eyes how Gu Huangwu was able to make the peach blossoms bloom with a wisp of spring breeze, but when the dog appeared in front of him, Li Muyang was still dumbfounded, unable to contain his emotions.
Even if he saw such a scene a hundred times, he would still be amazed.
Immortals can 'turn stone into gold', while a brilliant painter can bring the scenery in the painting to life with a touch of ink — — No matter what, the latter is more pretentious.
"Teacher Gu, this is — —" Li Muyang looked at Gu Huangwu with a face full of excitement, asking aloud.
"There is true meaning in the painting, what is the true meaning of your painting?" Gu Huangwu interrupted Li Muyang's words, asking aloud.
Li Muyang finally sobered up, tidied up his mind, but did not say a word.
After pondering for a moment, he said: "Words are the voice of the heart, painting is the mirror."
"Wonderful." Gu Huangwu finally gave affirmation to Li Muyang's answer. "Say what's in the heart is the words, paint what people feel is the mirror. What people think in their heart is what they paint. It can't be fake. "
Li Muyang chuckled foolishly. It seemed that he had passed the test and was about to be accepted as a disciple by Teacher Gu.
"Say it, don't feel embarrassed, I will seriously consider it — —" Li Muyang thought to himself.
"What do you mean?"
Li Muyang was taken aback for a moment. "Meaning?"
Why does this teacher not follow common sense at all, if you ask too many questions you may scare away your disciple.
"The meaning of true meaning."
Li Muyang thought for a longer time this time. "Meaning? The theme that the painter wants to express? "
"It can be meaning, meaning, it can also be explained with will and spirit — —" Gu Huangwu placed the brush in his hand on the platform, saying aloud: "Have you heard the story of the divine brush Ma Liang?"
Li Muyang held back his laughter and said, "Teacher Gu, everyone knows this story."
In ancient times, there was a painter named Ma Liang. His parents died young, and he made a living by gathering firewood and cutting grass. He liked to learn how to draw since he was young, but he didn't even have a brush. One day, he walked past the entrance of a school and saw the county magistrate in the yamen drawing with a brush. He unconsciously walked in and said to the advisor, "I really want to learn how to paint. Can you lend me a brush?"
The county magistrate glared at him and spat on his face, scolding, "A poor child wants to hold a brush and learn painting? Dream on. "With that, he chased him out of the door. Ma Liang was an ambitious child. He said, "I don't believe it. Why can't poor children learn how to draw?" From then on, he made up his mind to learn painting and practiced hard every day. When he went to the mountains to gather firewood, he broke off a branch and drew birds on the sand. When he went to the river to cut grass, he dipped a grass root in the river water and drew fish on the shore stones. In the evening, when he returned home, he took a piece of charcoal and drew the things he drew during the day one by one on the walls of his cave. Without a brush, he still learned to draw.
Year after year, Ma Liang never stopped learning painting for a single day. The four walls of his cave house were covered with layers upon layers of paintings, all of them were paintings of different colors. Of course, his progress was also very fast. The birds he drew almost could not chirp and the fish he drew almost could not swim. One time, he drew a little hen at the entrance of the village, and eagles circled above the village all day long. One time, he drew a black-haired wolf behind the mountain, scaring the cows and sheep away from grazing behind the mountain.
Later, Ma Liang's reputation grew, the county magistrate heard the news and sent people to seize his divine brush. In the end, Ma Liang drew a crane soaring into the sky, drawing a sail and stirring up the wind. Everything he drew could come true. The loser youngster eventually became a winner in life and was praised by the world.
When Li Muyang was a child, whenever his body was in pain and it was difficult for him to sleep, mother Luo Chi and father Li Yan would take turns to keep watch and tell him stories one after another until his body temperature dropped and he slowly fell asleep — — At that time, his parents would tell him this story countless times.
Li Muyang, like other children, always asked the same question at the end of the story: Where did Ma Liang go in the end?
His parents stammered, unable to clearly answer this question. They only said that he went to a faraway place and painted for those in need.
"I really miss father, mother and Li Shinian — —" Li Muyang thought to himself.
However, it was just a myth, a legend. It was an untrue story.
But Teacher Gu asked him this question at this time, what did he mean?
"Have you ever thought that Ma Liang didn't obtain Grandpa Whitebeard's magical brush at all, but because he had a dream and entered the Dao with painting and broke through the realm with his intent. That's why he had the ability to turn stone into gold?"
Li Muyang's face was filled with astonishment. "Teacher Gu, that — — is just a legend."
"Who told you it's a legend?"
"Everyone says so."
Gu Huangwu sneered. "There are many ignorant people in the world. Ma Liang is a master of ink, a strong person who can travel across the starry sky. The world only focused on him dreaming that Grandpa White Beard gave him a divine brush, but did not see him going up the mountain to gather firewood, drawing birds with branches, cutting birds in the river and drawing fish with grass roots — — Years of painstaking cultivation, breaking through the Dao overnight, are there not a lot of geniuses like him? "
"Li Qiubai and Du Ruofu both entered the Dao through poetry, when they created a good poem that was praised throughout the ages, there was a heavenly phenomenon that lingered on people's lips for hundreds of miles — — They are actually the same kind of people as Ma Liang. It's just that everyone's breakthrough point is different. "
Li Muyang was dumbstruck like a wooden chicken. Although he found it hard to believe what Teacher Gu said, it was hard to believe that the protagonist of the folk story Ma Liang was a master of painting, able to enter the Dao through painting and eventually become a strong person of Starry Sky — —
However, for some reason, he faintly felt that what he said was very reasonable.
Besides, Li Qiubai and Du Ruofu indeed entered the Dao through poetry, and then broke through the realm through poetry, breaking through the nine heavens in one night, becoming strong people of Starry Sky that the world looks up to.
This was a real precedent!
"Your painting already has true meaning, of course, this true meaning only refers to meaning, meaning." Gu Huangwu was very satisfied with Li Muyang's performance. He thought he could not suppress this brat. "Today, I will teach you the method of will and qi. Enter the Dao through painting, break through the realm with will. Become a strong person of Starry Sky like Ma Liang, Li Qiubai and Du Ruofu — — "
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