Qin Yong and Li Xiuyuan had a dispute with each other.
Although Li Xiuyuan deliberately used Zhang Bangchang's hand to destroy his painting, it was also because he deceived Gao Fan first and used despicable means to influence Gao Fan to paint the second painting.
He will not tolerate such villainous behavior.
Since Qin Yong's methods are despicable, Li Xiuyuan does not intend to treat him as a gentleman.
He destroyed Gao Fan's paintings, and Li Xiuyuan destroyed his paintings.
Of course, the purpose is not to prevent Qin Yong from taking the lead, but to give Gao Fan a fair chance to compete. In order to get this opportunity, he is willing to guarantee a thousand gold coins. As long as Qin Yong beats Gao Fan, he will give a thousand gold coins to him and apologize in public.
Apologize.
If you can't win, then of course there is no need to say anything.
Moreover, Li Xiuyuan also believed that Qin Yong had a guilty conscience and must be inferior to Gao Fan, otherwise he would not have used such means to influence Gao Fan to paint.
"A few of them are scholars. They will be the mainstays of the Song Dynasty in the future. I don't know why they are arguing with each other. Can you tell me about it? Maybe I can give some comments." At this time, the third prince heard the argument here.
Zhao Jing came over accompanied by guards and entourage.
"Third Prince?"
"I've met the third prince."
Several people saluted in unison.
At this time, Qin Yongdao said: "Third Prince, I'm just a little angry. A good painting was ruined by the two of them. I'm afraid I can't dedicate it to you, Third Prince." After saying this, he shook his head and sighed.
Li Xiuyuan said: "Although his paintings are good, they are not worth thousands of gold and can make today's officials pass by. There are several days here where his painting skills are better than his, but he cannot show them due to time constraints. If three
If the prince can tolerate it for half an hour, he will probably see something better than this one.
To paint better paintings, I wonder if the third prince can extend his time by half an hour?"
Zhao Jing smiled and said: "It turns out that it was just for this matter. Extending it for half an hour is not a problem, but seeing that this friend is so handsome and looks down on Qin Yong's painting, I guess he must be a person with real talent and learning. I don't know about you.
What do you think about calligraphy and painting?"
Qin Yong heard the words and said: "The third prince's words are reasonable. If you can make a better painting than me, then I will be convinced. Even if the painting just now was not trampled, I will tear it up myself. But if you are my brother,
I can’t draw a more vivid painting than the picture below of birds singing on an empty mountain.
, that is jealousy, deliberately destroying someone's picture, you should pay me a thousand gold."
Li Xiuyuan's eyes moved slightly. He just wanted to give Gao Fan a fair opportunity to paint, but he didn't expect that Qin Yong would point the finger at himself.
The third prince on the side was also interested in Qin Yong. After all, he was a famous talent in the capital and was a Jinshi, so he was worth winning over. He nodded and said, "Qin Yong's words are good, but I don't know if this friend can not be stingy with his painting skills?
Let me, the prince, have a look and see if there are people in this world who are more skilled in painting than Qin Yong.
What does a good painting look like? When the time comes, I will also ask Master Zhu to comment on it, and there won’t be any bias."
"This is terrible." Zhang Bangchang on the side almost couldn't help but cover his face with his sleeves.
Now something happened.
Originally he was dissatisfied and wanted to take revenge on Qin Yong so that Gao Fan could have a chance to catch up, but things turned out to be like this.
Brother Li is in trouble now, he doesn't know how to paint.
Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan laughed, and then said: "I wonder what kind of painting the Third Prince and Brother Qin think is a good painting? Is it like this picture of birds singing in an empty mountain that was destroyed? I don't think so.
, this painting is tacky and not considered a good painting. Why do people admire Wang Xizhi's calligraphy? Because his calligraphy has charm, no tackiness, and no craftsmanship. His calligraphy and painting are spiritual, so they are naturally sought after by the world."
"What do you think?" Qin Yong said with a cold face.
After all, if people say that my paintings are tacky, I will definitely feel bad.
"The expressiveness of calligraphy and painting only reaches the level of a master, and it is worthy of being passed down for thousands of years. However, the truly top paintings in the world are not expressive of the spirit, but the communication of the spirit. If painting can communicate with the spirit, that is the highest level of painting skills." Li Xiuyuan said: "If
Zhang Sengyao's paintings have reached the level of supernatural beings. It is said that he has
What do you think of the finishing touch?"
"It's a ridiculous point of view, the finishing touch, it's just an unofficial legend, and you actually take it seriously." Qin Yong sneered.
Li Xiuyuan said: "Legend? I don't think so, because my paintings can communicate with gods. I'm just afraid of being regarded as evil by others. My magic is top-notch, so I never use it in front of others. And if you don't know something, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
I have a collection of Zhang Sengyao's words. He can indeed communicate with the gods, but
It’s because paintings can communicate with gods that they have not been passed down to future generations.”
"Painting can communicate with the gods. This is the first time I have heard such interesting remarks. Young man, what do you mean by saying that your paintings can communicate with the gods?" At this time, Zhu Qian and Master Zhu came over and heard Li Xiuyuan's words.
The remarks seemed a little curious.
Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "If you paint to communicate with the gods, you will come to life. If you paint birds, they can fly, and if you paint fish, they can swim. This is how they communicate with the gods."
"Can the things painted become real? This is the first time that this prince has heard that if a Taoist performs magic to change things, I would believe it. However, it has never happened before that a scholar can make a painting into a living thing.
Ah." Third Prince Zhao Jing couldn't help laughing.
I thought that this person was a little out of his mind and that he was exaggerating and was completely unreasonable.
Qin Yong was not willing to listen to his nonsense at this moment, so he said loudly: "Since you said that your paintings can communicate with gods, then try painting a painting that communicates with gods. If your paintings can really come to life, I will show the painting in my hand in front of everyone.
Eat the picture of birds singing on an empty mountain and put it in your stomach."
His words were heard by many scholars nearby, and they couldn't help but look around.
"What? Paintings can communicate with the gods, and the objects in the paintings can come to life. How is this possible? Who is making such nonsense?"
"I don't know him. He must be a scholar who is new to the capital. But it would be too incredible for the things in the painting to come to life."
"As expected of a scholar, bragging is so unique."
Some of the spectators were surprised, some were making fun of it, and they all talked about it. They thought it was really interesting that the third prince's daughter, seeking a painting, would encounter such a thing.
Li Xiuyuan didn't say much, just smiled slightly, walked to a painting table, and after a casual look, an ink pen appeared in his hand. This pen was like being made of jade, crystal clear, with vaguely colorful lights shining.
But soon, the light disappeared and the magic disappeared. Looking at it again, it was just an ordinary brush.
This pen was given to him by an immortal when he was in Tianmu Mountain.
The pen is not an ordinary pen, it is the concentration of talent in painting. The immortal has been painting for hundreds of years, and his painting has become a spiritual power. The ink pen transformed from his talent can instantly make anyone who is not proficient in painting become a painter.
The master of.
He pondered for a moment and immediately painted with ink. Three black butterflies immediately appeared on a piece of white rice paper.
"The painting is done." Li Xiuyuan said.
People around him walked over and took a look, and Qin Yong couldn't help but laugh immediately: "It's just three butterflies, does this count as a painting?"
"I'm just showing off my painting skills. I don't really want to finish a painting. You don't have the time to wait for me to finish a painting, right? And whether the painting is good or bad must be judged by Master Zhu, not
It won’t work if someone says no.”
Li Xiuyuan said, and then handed the painting to Master Zhu.
"Do you even need to look at this? You said your paintings can communicate with gods, but why don't you see that they can communicate with gods? You said that your painting skills are very high, but in the end you only drew three butterflies. Even a twelve-year-old child can do this.
What's so difficult about painting Lai? How dare you comment on Master Zhu? Don't you have any sense of shame?"
Qin Yongdao.
After Zhu Qian took the painting, he looked at it carefully, and then his brows furrowed.
The three black butterflies on the white paper seem simple, but in fact they have extraordinary charm. It is not complicated to talk about a few strokes, but it is endlessly memorable and you will never tire of it.
"This painting has acquired the charm. Even if it is not spiritual, it is worse than any other painting here. Even this painting skill puts me to shame." Zhu Qian said.
"What?" Qin Yong did not expect that Zhu Qian would have such an attitude and say something shameful when faced with several butterflies in the painting.
This rating is too high.
Zhao Jing, who was on the side, said: "I am stupid and don't know what is good about this painting. Can I ask Mr. Zhu to give me some advice?"
"This is not how you look at the painting. It's like holding it in your hand and shaking it slightly." Zhu Qian handed the painting to Zhao Jing.
Zhao Jing looked puzzled after taking it, and tried to shake the rice paper in his hand slightly.
The next moment, his eyes widened with an incredible look on his face.
However, the drawing paper trembled slightly, and the three black butterflies on it seemed to come to life, vibrating their wings and flying, chasing and playing with each other.