Chapter 96 Introducing Paintings to Daokan Junshan
Zhang Sui couldn't help having a headache when he saw Mr. Qi staring at him with eager eyes.
Zhang Sui himself knew how talented he was in this area. When he and his fat two-dimensional colleague were boringly learning to draw these things, the fat man mentioned several times that he was very talented in painting.
Zhang Sui didn't care. After all, for Zhang Sui at that time, painting was not a living thing, it was just a small interest.
Mr. Qi looked at Zhang Sui and said: "Since the second young master has such talent in calligraphy and painting, it would be a pity to waste it in vain. If the young master is interested, there is no need to worry about the title of master and apprentice. I am willing to teach the young master everything I have learned in my life."
, you can also introduce several masters of calligraphy and painting that I know to you, what do you think, Second Young Master?"
Zhang Sui looked at the expectant old man, and to be honest, he felt a little moved in his heart. It seems that no matter where in the world, people of our nation really spare no effort to pass on knowledge without any selfish motives. We even worry about Zhang Sui.
So even if he didn't want to become a disciple, he was given a proper solution.
Zhang Sui stood up, bowed and said, "Mr. Qi, I appreciate your kindness. But I really have a lot of things that I have to do now, and I don't have that much energy to learn calligraphy and painting."
Seeing the light in Mr. Qi's eyes slowly dimming, Zhang Sui added: "But I have some experience in calligraphy and painting that I can share with you. I wonder if you are interested?"
When Mr. Qi heard Zhang Sui's refusal, he was already a little cold. When he heard Zhang Sui said that he wanted to share his experience, he was slightly refreshed. He said: "Calligraphy and painting are all about communication. If you have any ideas, please let us know."
Let’s discuss it.”
Although Zhang Sui only knows some comics drawing techniques, his outstanding career as a librarian was not for nothing.
In his spare time, he can be said to be well-read. Although his practical skills in calligraphy and painting are average, his theoretical knowledge can intimidate people.
The painting techniques of ink painting in this world have developed to an extremely mature stage. Zhang Sui did not say anything about these aspects. The key point was to present some modern Western painting techniques in front of Mr. Qi.
Although art is something that has different faces, there are some ways of presenting beauty that can resonate with both the East and the West.
At first, Mr. Qi only listened to Zhang Sui's introduction with the intention of discussing it, but as Zhang Sui gradually showed the Western painting techniques step by step from the basic to the in-depth, Mr. Qi's face became more and more solemn.
At the end, when Zhang Sui finished talking about some of the creative methods of Western oil paintings in his memory, Zhang Sui had basically finished talking about some of the inventory in his stomach. Zhang Sui pursed his lips, looked around quietly, and saw that there was no tea on the table.
Just give up.
At this time, Mr. Qi had completely fallen into the various painting techniques and methods described by Zhang Sui. He was stunned and motionless.
Zhang Sui was not in a hurry and began to look around at the paintings and calligraphy on the easel.
For half an hour, Mr. Qi remained motionless. Zhang Sui became impatient and was about to get up and wake up Mr. Qi.
Suddenly, Zhang Sui was shocked and swallowed the words that were on his lips. Because he actually felt a trace of spiritual power in the void slowly entering Mr. Qi's body, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and the amount was getting bigger and bigger.
The more.
Fang Xiong also felt something strange and slowly came to Zhang Sui's side. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Sui stopped him.
Mr. Qi, who was sitting opposite Zhang Sui, suddenly opened his eyes, with a flash of light in his eyes. He grabbed a charcoal pen on the table, pulled out a piece of white paper, and swung the charcoal pen in his hand.
During the tea cup time, a goshawk jumped on the paper. The goshawk on the paper has the charm of ink and wash, and the three-dimensionality of Western painting. The brushwork is delicate and powerful.
A trace of spiritual power in Mr. Qi's body naturally merged into the painting.
A sharp eagle whistle sounded in everyone's ears, and the shadow of a goshawk burst out of the paper, broke through the roof, and went straight into the sky!
Everyone looked up at the hole in the roof, stunned.
Mr. Qi was the first to react, walked around the big wooden table, came to Zhang Sui, and bowed deeply!
Zhang Sui, who was sighing at the hole in the roof, came to his senses and quickly turned sideways to receive only half a salute.
Mr. Qi sighed: "Thank you very much, Second Young Master, for your generous advice, which allowed me to break through my own painting skills and enter a new world!"
Zhang Sui smiled and said: "Congratulations to Mr. Qi for stepping into the door of spiritual practice and entering the Tao through painting. Your future is boundless!"
Mr. Qi saw that Zhang Sui didn't have much reaction to the strange situation just now. At this time, he also realized that Zhang Sui might be the legendary spiritual practitioner. No wonder he was willing to learn the art of calligraphy and painting.
At this time, Mr. Qi himself also entered the door of spiritual practice, and some insights about calligraphy and painting kept flashing in his mind.
Zhang Sui smiled and said: "It's time for you to step into the door of spiritual practice and understand the art of calligraphy and painting."
Mr. Qi said: "Second Young Master, what do you say?"
Zhang Suidao said: "The world here has undergone great changes. All kinds of monsters and demons have appeared in the world, and various legendary cultivation methods have gradually appeared in the world.
Mr. Meng, who is a scholar of ethnic studies, has understood the way of literary sage. Looking at the entire spiritual world, there are only a handful of people who are at the current level of spiritual practice.
Today, Mr. Meng and I are discussing the establishment of Junshan Academy, inviting practitioners to promote various cultivation methods among the human race, so as to enhance the strength of the human race and prepare for the future catastrophe of the human race between heaven and earth.
At this time, Mr. Qi entered Taoism through painting and stepped into the door of spiritual practice. It is suitable for him to enter the academy and serve as a calligrapher and painter. He is really destined to Junshan Academy!"
Hearing this, Mr. Qi sighed: "At the beginning of spring this year, I was drinking and chatting with Mr. Meng. I didn't expect so many changes to have happened in just a few months. Don't worry, Second Young Master, after the establishment of Junshan Academy, I will definitely live up to my expectations."
As requested, I am admitted to the hospital to teach calligraphy and painting to thank you for your kindness today!"
Zhang Sui waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Sir, he has accumulated a lot of experience. I just inspired him with some superficial insights. Besides, he has been in my Zhang family library for many years. We are also a family, so there is no need to be so polite!"
Mr. Qi laughed and said: "Second Young Master's change is really unbelievable. I didn't believe what Mr. Zhang said before. Now it seems that the absurdity in those years was just the Young Master's attempt to deceive others!"
Zhang Sui thought to himself, why bring this up again? But it was hard to argue, so he had to smile and acquiesce.
At this moment, the phantom of the goshawk that flew out of the wing screamed again, swooped down from the breach, flew to Mr. Qi's shoulder, and stood on top of it.
Look forward to the appearance, the eagle is lofty and the tiger is watching!
Mr. Qi gently stroked the goshawk's wings, and the tentacles felt hard, as if they were real. Looking at the pictures on the paper, there were only faint outlines at this time.
Mr. Qi's heart moved and he pointed at the painting on the table. The goshawk on his shoulder rubbed Mr. Qi's hair bun with its head, turning into a stream of light and blending into the painting. The goshawk pattern on the paper was immediately clear and lifelike.
Zhang Sui looked at it in amazement. This was just an animal painting. If it were a human being, Zhang Sui thought about the scene. It would be quite beautiful!
Zhang Sui saw Mr. Qi taking out paper and pen again and preparing to draw. Knowing that he had just acquired these abilities and was eager to explore, he did not stay any longer.
Zhang Sui stood up and said goodbye to Mr. Qi, saying: "Sir, please take your time to think about it here. I will take my leave first. When the academy is established, I will definitely come and invite you to participate in the grand event."
Mr. Qi nodded and said: "I will definitely accept the invitation of the young master!"
Zhang Sui nodded and left with Fang Xiong. Mr. Qi, holding a paintbrush, sent them all the way out of the bookstore door before returning to the wing.
Zhang Sui sat on the carriage and sighed: "Mr. Qi's hand has mastered Taoism through painting. If you practice Taoism at a high level, I don't know how many strange abilities you can have!"
Fang Xiong said on the carriage shaft: "I wonder if the gold and silver painted by Mr. Qi can become real?"
Zhang Sui said speechlessly: "Is this all you can think of about Mr. Qi's abilities?"
Fang Xiong said: "The main reason is that we don't have much gold and silver on hand. Seeing that Mr. Qi can turn the imaginary into reality, we have some ideas."
Zhang Suidao said: "Ten thousand taels were all spent so quickly?"
Fang Xiong stretched out his finger and told Zhang Sui about the expenses one by one, detailing everything.
Zhang Sui had a headache and kept saying: "Stop, stop, stop! No need to say any more, I will see my elder brother in a few days and ask him for some."
Zhang Sui secretly complained: "When I read the novel, I basically didn't worry about money at all, but when I came here, how could I be so short of money every three days? Now I have to chew on my brother! Failure!"
It was getting dark when we got home. When Aunt Liu saw the two people coming back, she and Xi Rou quickly prepared dinner.
During the dinner, Zhang Sui and Lao Lu talked about Fang Xiong’s cultivation issues. Lao Lu dismissed Fang Xiong’s problems with practicing the Golden Bell Iron Cloth Shirt and said, “I have also seen Lao Luo’s exercises.
The human body undergoes nine changes, so turning white is nothing. After you reach a higher level of cultivation in the future, you still don’t know what it can become!”
Zhang Sui listened to Lao Lu's tone and knew that he had a deep understanding of that technique, so he asked: "What is the effect of the nine turns you are talking about?"
Lao Lu looked at Aunt Liu and Xi Rou who were eating with their heads down at the table, and said in a low voice: "I heard from Lao Lu that after practicing this technique, the human body will undergo nine huge transformations. He called it the nine transformations.
Lao Luo's technique is not as simple as the name. The name of this technique is quite domineering. It's just that Lao Luo was afraid of causing trouble, so he gave him a bad name casually."
Zhang Sui was even more curious and asked: "What is the original name of the technique?"
Lao Lu whispered: "The original name of that technique is the Eight Desolations and Ten Earths, Heavenly Dragon and Nine Transformations Technique!"
Zhang Sui was speechless after hearing this. Isn't this too different from the name of Jinzhong Iron Cloth Shirt? But the name sounds very high-end.
Zhang Sui asked: "After practicing, will they really have the power that their ancestors said?"
Lao Lu smiled and said: "Who knows? There is no harm in practicing anyway. It took Lao Lu a lifetime of practice to learn some skills. In that battle, if he hadn't made some achievements in his skills, he wouldn't have lost an arm.
It’s a simple matter.”
Zhang Sui nodded when he heard this. He was very interested in what Lao Lu was practicing and asked: "Nobita said that the exercises you practice are not suitable for him. What exercises are you practicing?"
Lao Lu smiled and said nothing.
Zhang Sui saw that he didn't want to answer, so he didn't care. At this time, Fang Xiong, who was immersed in the dining table, had already swept away most of the food on the table. If he didn't eat it, there wouldn't be any left.
Zhang Sui quickly picked up his chopsticks and joined the fighting.
After dinner, Zhang Sui slowly returned to his courtyard holding a few maps brought back by Fang Xiong.
When passing by a jujube tree, as usual, I injected some spiritual power and a little bit of merit power into it.
There was no wind in the jujube tree, and it made a roaring sound as it returned to its room.
Zhang Sui spread out the map and looked at the situation in the Junshan area. This world map was drawn extremely finely, with mountains, rivers, peaks and basins all marked to a certain extent. It looked very convenient.
Zhang Sui used the art of knowing the earth, and the Junshan landform appeared in his mind, as if he was overlooking the heaven and earth from a high altitude.
Zhang Sui directly searched for a suitable place to establish a college in Junshan. The picture in his mind flashed, and then there was no response.
What's going on? Isn't it working? Zhang Sui said in his heart. Zhang Sui was a little flustered, and searched for places of wealth in his mind. Immediately, several marks appeared in Kunzhou City, and he searched for other Feng Shui places.
, still gave the identification quickly.
Zhang Sui was relieved. It seemed that it was not that the technique of recognizing the ground was not easy to use, but that it was possible that the place he was searching for was something that his current technique of recognizing the ground could not be searched.
It seems like it’s worth the money! Zhang Sui felt the power of the clear spirit in his body with some pain. Through his continuous practice of the art of guidance these days, he had accumulated a lot of the power of the clear spirit in his body, and it seemed that it was still there.
Can't stand it any longer.
Zhang Sui gritted his teeth and improved the art of ground awareness in his consciousness. In just a moment, Zhang Sui felt that his body was hollowed out and his legs were a little weak.
Zhang Sui sat down on the chair and relaxed for a while before feeling a little more comfortable. He cursed: "It's like emptying out every time. You're eating with the power of the spirit in your body!"
After waiting for a while, Zhang Sui used the art of knowing the ground again. This time, Zhang Sui felt that there was a significant difference. In fact, the range did not expand much, but he had a very transparent feeling.
Zhang Sui once again searched for a suitable place to build an academy, when a strange scene appeared in his mind.
I saw that the location of Junshan in my mind suddenly lit up with light spots. Those light spots were widely distributed on the aerial view of Junshan in my mind.
When no more light points appeared, Zhang Sui was surprised to find that there were a total of 108 light points, each of which was in a different position.
Suddenly, a line of light connected each light point, and they quickly connected together, forming a strange pattern.
This pattern looks like an animal, with a tiger's head and dragon's horns, and its four legs are flying away.
The more Zhang Sui looked at it, the more familiar it became. Isn't this the same look as Bai Ze in a picture of mythical beasts he once saw in that world?
Zhang Sui thought for a while, and if the college was built according to Bai Ze's graphics, it would really be suitable for the situation.
This Bai Ze is a knowledgeable mythical beast. It is recorded in the myth that there is an auspicious beast in Kunlun, which is all white as snow, can speak human language, and can understand the emotions of all things. Only saints can come out and follow the book.
It seems that there are still many things that can be considered in this art of knowing the earth when practicing Feng Shui.
Zhang Sui marked them one by one on a map based on the positions of the light spots in his mind. Finally, they were connected by lines, and what appeared in front of him was a vivid white zebra pattern.
The Baize figure on the map occupies a large area, but it mainly covers Junshan, and part of the Wei River is also within its scope.
After Zhang Sui marked the pattern, he breathed a sigh of relief. The Haikou that he and Mr. Meng had praised was completed. All that was left was to communicate with the family and divide the locations marked on the map. These are all trivial matters.
Big brother can take care of it without him having to worry too much.
Zhang Sui stood up, stretched out, relieved his body that was a little weak due to the lack of pure spiritual energy in his body, and opened the window next to the table.
Only then did Zhang Sui realize that snowflakes had begun to float in the sky at some point. The snowflakes slowly fell with the night wind, and the ground quickly turned white.
Zhang Sui stared blankly at the flying snowflakes outside the window. This must be the first heavy snowfall he saw after coming to this world.