Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen: Dao can communicate with God
The boy in green took half of Zhang Yutang's painting and returned to Suiyuan Center angrily.
"Sir, I'm back. The so-called Saint Master and Disciple had a false reputation. He knew that I was going to send a battle invitation, so he avoided seeing me. In the end, he was forced by my words and had to accept the battle invitation. In the end, he didn't show up. He was obviously not
I take you seriously, young master."
"oh."
In the middle of Suiyuan, Fang Ruyu is dressed in casual clothes, sitting there quietly, with a calm momentum, like a towering Cangshan, like a vast Qingming. She is holding a pen and concentrating on painting a painting, which is a painting of pine and crane.
In the New Year picture, the pine trees are dripping green, the old branches are strong, and a crane spreads its wings and is about to fly, as high as the blue sky.
When the boy in green saw the young master painting, he stood aside and did not dare to say anything. Fang Ruyu was most afraid of anyone disturbing her while she was painting.
I remember one time, there was a new boy who, because he didn't know Fang Ruyu's habit, accidentally broke in when Fang Ruyu was painting and disturbed Fang Ruyu's thoughts, so he was beaten half to death by Fang Ruyu until he was finally beaten.
Only when he was tired could he spare his life.
"Shh!"
After finishing the last stroke, Fang Ruyu gently blew the ink on the tip of the pen, admired the painting she had just completed, and said:
"This is last year, when I was on the Snowy Mountains, I happened to see a pine tree, covering the sky and splitting the clouds, with old branches like dragons. At that time, a snow-white crane happened to fly by. The scenery was ethereal and wonderful. Now that I think about it, I still remember it.
It’s like it’s right in front of you.”
Turning around, looking at the boy in green, he smiled slightly:
"Qingyi, look at this painting, how do you like it?"
Qing Yi stepped forward, looked at it carefully, and then said:
"Young Master's painting is as natural as the moment he writes it. It has reached the pinnacle of painting. There is no one in the world who can paint better than Young Master."
Fang Ruyu smiled faintly:
"Qingyi, don't say that. Young Master's painting has not yet reached the highest level. I heard from my former master that only by not following established methods and finding new ways can one become a great master. I just followed what my master said and walked step by step.
That’s how we achieved today.”
This was the first time Qing Yi heard that the young master's paintings had not yet reached the highest level, and he was a little surprised:
"Young Master is now a master of painting. As soon as a painting is published, everyone rushes to buy it and is proud to get the Young Master's painting. Isn't this the highest state?"
Fang Ruyu said:
"This is not the highest level yet. I read in ancient books that painters from ancient times were able to draw living creatures. Legend has it that a painter once met an old man spinning yarn. The old man was poor and could not afford an oil lamp.
The artist then drew a picture of a sky full of stars and moon for the old man. When night comes, the moonlight and stars shine like daylight, and the old man can spin yarn by the moonlight and starlight."
"Haha, it's hard for me to believe that such painting skills really exist. Can such painting skills be considered painting? Maybe only gods can do it."
"Let's not talk about this, let's talk about what happened this time. You went to the Holy Master's Mansion and didn't see the Holy Master himself, so he didn't leave any reply?"
Qing Yi said:
"There was indeed a reply. He asked me to bring half of the painting, and he said that he would definitely come to Suiyuanju at noon tomorrow to ask for advice from the young master."
"Master, when the time comes, you must humiliate him severely and vent your anger on Qing Yi's behalf."
"Don't say more."
Fang Ruyu smiled:
"I didn't expect that the Holy Master would actually give me a painting. He must think very highly of himself. He plans to continue painting a complete painting tomorrow and defeat me in one fell swoop."
"It's just that I don't need to see half of your painting. I will paint whatever you paint at noon tomorrow, so that you will be convinced that you have lost."
Qing Yi said:
"Sir, don't you want to take a look at this painting?"
Fang Ruyu shook his head and said:
"Why bother to look at it? You'll know it's inferior at first glance. Just put it away and wait till noon tomorrow to see how high it is."
…
The next day, when the sky was slightly bright, Zhang Yutang got up and practiced continuously all day long.
Nourishing Yang, practicing swordsmanship, and drawing talismans are the same as before.
After dinner, Zhang Yutang said:
"Let's go to Suiyuanju and meet the world's best painting saint for a while to see what abilities he has and whether he can be called a saint."
"Yes, sir."
Li Yong, Abao, and Xu Jiaorong were all a little excited, and followed Zhang Yutang towards Suiyuanju.
Along the way, the people in Qiantang cheered excitedly after seeing Zhang Yutang:
"Come on Mr. Zhang, we must defeat that so-called painting saint."
"When we arrive at our territory in Qiantang, we have to coil up even if we are a dragon, and we have to lie down even if we are a tiger."
"The Holy Master's golden voice is unparalleled in the world."
…
Pedestrians cleared the way for Zhang Yutang, crowded up from behind, and walked together in the direction of Suiyuanju.
"Sir, Zhang Yutang is here."
The boy, who had been paying attention to the movement outside, trotted into Fang Ruyu's room.
Fang Ruyu was sitting on a stool in the room, closing her eyes and concentrating. After hearing the words, she stood up and said:
"Take that half of the painting and let's go meet the Holy Master for a while."
Qing Yi followed behind him, holding half of the painting made by Zhang Yutang, and walked towards the center of the hall where Sui Yuanju lived.
After finding a large table, Fang Ruyu sat down firmly and looked towards Suiyuan Juwai with bright eyes, waiting for Zhang Yutang.
"I'm Zhang Yutang."
Stepping into Suiyuanju, Zhang Yutang saw Fang Ruyu sitting in the middle. Fang Ruyu raised her head and looked at Zhang Yutang. Their eyes met in the air, without giving in, as if sparks were blazing.
Fang Ruyu stood up slowly:
"Below is Ruyu, Holy Master please!"
Zhang Yutang walked to the opposite side of the table and said with a smile:
"I can only write some poems and articles, but I am really very proficient in painting. Brother Fang has invited me several times, but I can only risk my life to accompany you and have a discussion with Brother Fang."
Fang Ruyu said:
"The name of the Holy Master is spread all over the world. A gentleman knows all the six arts. How can you say that he only has a rough grasp of painting? I have also learned painting skills for several years and would like to ask the Holy Master for some advice."
Waving his hand:
"Qingyi, hang up half of the painting that the Holy Master asked you to bring yesterday, and ask the Holy Master to complete this unique painting."
"Yes, sir."
Qing Yi led the two boys forward and slowly opened the half of the painting. A five-clawed dragon soared into the clouds and mist, roaring upwards, like a living creature, majestic.
But the only drawback is that this five-clawed dragon has no eyes.
Fang Ruyu glanced at it and snorted in her heart:
"The dragon has not yet been painted with eyes. It seems that you are here today just for the eyes. No matter what, this painting is beautiful, but it lacks a kind of spiritual temperament. Even if the eyes are added, what will happen."
"Today I will also make a picture of the Five Dragons. I must make sure that the title of this Holy Master changes hands."
Looking at the half-opened painting, Zhang Yutang smiled slightly:
"I wanted to finish this painting yesterday, but I was interrupted halfway and only finished half of it. I will finish the painting today and ask Brother Fang for advice."
Fang Ruyu smiled:
"It just so happens that today I also want to make a picture of the Five Dragons. How about this? Let's make a bet. If I win by luck, I can also ask the Holy Master to take the name of this Holy Master. After all, the Holy Master is one of the saints of literature and Taoism.
The teacher is a role model for scholars all over the world. You can’t be called a holy teacher just by writing a few poems. Such a holy teacher is too worthless.”
"Of course, if I am not the opponent of the Holy Master, I really have no face and call myself a Painting Saint."
A cold light flashed in Zhang Yutang's eyes, then disappeared, with a smile on his face:
"No matter what, I am not qualified to be a Holy Master in the first place. I am just praised by the Emperor and praised by the people. Besides, I am not a Holy Master based on some poems. Poems are just a flash of inspiration and nothing.
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"What I rely on is nothing more than an article. The way of heaven makes up for the damage and makes up for the deficiency. The way of man damages and makes up for the deficiency. It's just the way of heaven and man."
"The way of heaven and man?"
Fang Ruyu was shocked when she heard the words. The more she chewed on these two sentences, the more she felt that the meaning in them was unfathomable, and her eyes sparkled:
"The Holy Master's understanding of principles is as good as jade. Today we will only talk about painting and nothing else."
At this point, Fang Ruyu actually lost her momentum.
"Since the Holy Master has already completed half of the painting, Ruyu will be bold and make a picture of the Five Dragons first, and ask the Holy Master to comment on it."
He stood up and said to the children behind him:
"Served with pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Yes, sir."
Four boys, one grinding ink and the other holding an inkstone, two pulled out a banner and stood in front of the public, allowing the nearby scholars to watch.
Walking to the banner, Fang Ruyu meditated for a moment, then swung her pen vigorously, and a picture of five dragons appeared on the paper. The pen power was deep and powerful, and it penetrated the back of the paper.
On the banner, five divine dragons appeared and appeared in the sea of clouds. Some relaxed their sharp claws, some breathed clouds and mist, some twin dragons played with pearls, and some soared in the sea of clouds, lifelike and like living creatures.
Zhang Yutang looked at it and couldn't help but admire:
"The technique is close to the Tao, and the Tao can communicate with the spirit. This is a painting technique that is almost close to the Tao, and it is so wonderful that it is extremely wonderful."
Walking closer, he shook his head again and sighed:
"It's a pity that one step can lead to a thousand miles."
Fang Ruyu was deeply satisfied with the Five Dragons painting that she had made on the spot. In every aspect, it had almost reached the pinnacle of her life's skills. Under the pressure of the Saint Master's reputation, her potential had been released.
However, looking at Zhang Yutang shaking his head, Fang Ruyu felt unhappy, but she still said calmly:
"Please ask the Holy Master for advice."
The boys hung the Five Dragons picture aside, then pulled the boy half of Zhang Yutang's picture and stepped forward.
Zhang Yutang didn't care about this. He was proficient in the art of drawing talismans and had already reached the realm of ghosts and gods with two strokes. During the dance, the Taoist rhyme circulated and he had already passed the Taoist realm.
The talismans, talismans, and talismans are also drawn. If these scholars want to compete with Zhang Yutang in painting, they are simply trying to do the same thing.
After taking a look at the Five Dragons painting, Zhang Yutang smiled, walked to the unfinished half of the painting, clicked his eyes, and finished it with one wave.
The five-clawed golden dragon that originally looked up to the sky and roared now had eyes. Clouds and mist suddenly appeared above the banner. With a long roar and dragon roar, and with a soaring sound, the five-clawed golden dragon flew out of the banner and danced for nine days.
The dragon is alive!
Looking at the five-clawed golden dragon flying away, Fang Ruyu's face turned pale, she plopped down on the chair, and said nothing for a long time.
Zhang Yutang smiled slightly:
"Concession!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to become a registered member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)