Chapter six hundred and eighty-fifth true and false difficult to distinguish
The objects in the painting actually come alive.
Such unbelievable things really happened before my eyes, or I saw them with my own eyes, there was nothing false about them.
For a moment, everyone present was silent.
"What's wrong with those people? Why are they silent? Could it be that they've seen a ghost?"
"It's alive, it's alive." A scholar said excitedly: "Didn't you see that the butterfly in that brother's painting came to life? I saw it with my own eyes. The butterfly flew out of the painting. It turned out that
The finishing touch is true. There really are such magical painting skills in the world.
Today is really an eye-opener, a real eye-opener.”
"Drawing a living thing?" The man was shocked.
"Master Zhu, Third Prince, how can it be false when there are so many scholars watching by the Longyin Lake." The scholar was still very excited.
After a moment of shock, everyone gradually came back to their senses.
"This, is this really something that came out of the painting?" Zhao Jing pointed at the scroll and said with an unbelievable look.
"It is an unheard-of thing that paintings can communicate with the gods. Is it possible that Zhang Sengyao's finishing touches really exist?" Master Zhu also murmured to himself.
He read the books of sages and sages and thought that some unofficial legends were just fiction and false. But now it seems that this may not be the case.
The ancients did not deceive future generations, but later generations were too paranoid and unwilling to believe it.
Li Xiuyuan said: "The butterflies have flown out. Does it mean that the third prince still doesn't believe it?"
"This is a trick. Illusion is top-notch. I have seen Taoists perform illusions. It is similar to this. It does not mean that your paintings can be psychic and have the finishing touch. Maybe you have just learned a few blind tricks. With the help of painting
Chance casts an illusion and deceives our eyes." This
At that time, a scholar shouted:
When everyone heard this, many people were immediately surprised.
Qin Yong woke up immediately and said hurriedly: "Yes, it is an illusion. Third Prince, Master Zhu, this is an illusion performed by this person. It is not real. Please don't be deceived by his illusion. Such methods
Many Taoists and even people who perform tricks can do it, but it is not considered a clever method.
, he just used the finishing touch of allusions to make us believe it.”
"It's an illusion." Zhao Jing's eyes moved: "But it is indeed possible."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "I've said it before, it's not that I don't paint, but that my painting is close to magic, and my Taoism is first-rate. It is easy to be misunderstood, so I have never shown such skills in front of others, of course.
If you want to think it's an illusion, then it's an illusion. I don't even paint.
It’s just to compete for the top spot, just to make a few people believe that my painting skills surpass this Qin Yong, Mr. Qin.”
"His paintings are not as good as mine, so he is not qualified to win the first place. The painting of birds singing in the empty mountain is worth thousands of gold, but it is nothing more than empty words. I wonder what the Third Prince and Master Zhu think?"
Zhu Qian pondered for a while, nodded and said: "Your calligraphy and painting skills are much better than Qin Yong's. If we compare, he really can't win the first place."
As soon as these words came out, Qin Yong's figure swayed and his face turned a little pale.
Zhao Jing did not return directly, but said: "If your painting is a magic spell, it doesn't count. It only counts if it is real."
"Yes, yes, that's the truth. Your paintings are transformed by magic. How can it count?" Qin Yong seemed to have seized a chance and nodded hurriedly.
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "First, are you that important to Mr. Qin? Although fame and fortune are very important, you should not use abnormal means to fight for fame. Since the third prince, you said that my paintings are just magic.
It's changed, so I don't know how to count it as not being cast.
Where are the spells?”
Zhao Jing was a little embarrassed to answer this question.
Looking at the three butterflies flying around Li Xiuyuan, they have not disappeared for a long time. They don't look like illusions.
Maybe this person really has the finishing touch.
If that's the case, it really can't be a problem for him.
"Qin Yong, Qin Yong, it's not that this prince doesn't take care of you, but this scholar who appeared out of nowhere is so amazing that his paintings can really communicate with the gods." Zhao Jing sighed in his heart.
Then, his eyes moved slightly and he said with a smile: "I don't have enough knowledge to think of a good solution. I wonder if you have any good suggestions, old master?"
Zhu Qian touched the short beard on his chin, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said: "What do you think is the most difficult thing to paint?"
"Nature is human. Human beings have thousands of postures and expressions. Human beings are the hardest to remember." Li Xiuyuan said.
"What is the easiest thing to draw?" Zhu Qian asked.
"It's ghosts and ghosts. Because people have never seen ghosts, gods and ghosts, so they can draw whatever they want." Li Xiuyuan said.
Zhu Qian said: "Since your painting can communicate with the gods, why not try it by painting someone."
"I'm afraid of being considered a first-class magician." Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Why paint if it's useless?"
"How can you prove yourself without painting?" Zhu Qian said.
"Those who believe in it have it, but those who don't believe it don't have it," Li Xiuyuan said.
Zhu Qian shook his head slightly and said no more.
He couldn't completely believe that Li Xiuyuan's paintings could really reach the gods, and he couldn't help but believe it.
"Third prince, I don't have a good plan. It is true that if you believe it, there will be something, and if you don't believe it, there will be nothing. It is difficult to explain. But if we talk about superiority, it is obvious that this young master is superior in skill, and Qin Yong is far behind." Zhu Qian said.
Qin Yong said: "Since it is fake, Wan Sheng's paintings may not be much inferior to his."
Li Xiuyuan turned to look at him and said: "Master Qin, do you know that you are disgusting? You keep saying that other people's paintings are fake, so what is true? Is what you say true?
I don’t think so, but if that’s the case, then I’m going to give you a painting.”
After saying that, he immediately turned around and prepared a huge piece of rice paper and spread it on the ground.
Immediately, the pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and the ink was splashed into a painting.
His speed was very fast, and the prototype of a painting was ready in just a moment.
is a person.
"He is painting a portrait of someone." someone exclaimed in surprise.
"How come you can draw so fast? Look, the body has been painted, the clothes have also been painted, and I am now painting the face."
"With this kind of skill, even if you don't know how to draw, it's still close to the Tao. This is not a painting skill that should be possessed by mortals,"
Li Xiuyuan didn't say anything and just continued to paint on his own.
The ink pen in his hand embodies all the talents of an immortal. At this moment, the talent belongs to him, and he has the ability of that immortal to draw, which is naturally extraordinary.
And he can ignore other people's doubts.
But with Qin Yong's villainous behavior, his doubts cannot fall on deaf ears.
He likes to describe the truth as false, so Li Xiuyuan will let him know what it feels like to regard the truth as false.
After a while.
Li Xiuyuan stood while writing, and a portrait appeared on the paper.
The appearance of the man in the painting turned out to be Qin Yong.
The appearance and expression are consistent and lifelike, making people suspect that it is a real person lying on the ground.
"This, is this a portrait of Qin Yong?" someone else exclaimed.
"The image is really like it. This painting is as if it was born from the same mother's womb, except that the colors are slightly different."
"Qin Jinshi, your paintings are indeed inferior to others. There is no room for argument. Just by relying on this skill, this person is much better than you."
Everyone commented with admiration and praise.
Some people even bluntly said that Qin Yong is not as good as Li Xiuyuan's paintings.
Qin Yong felt weak after hearing this, his hands and feet broke out in cold sweat, and he did not dare to refute.
He could argue with the three butterflies before, but as soon as this portrait came out, the verdict was clear.
But what Li Xiuyuan had to do was not just that. He finally painted Qin Yong's eyes in the painting.
Immediately, my whole person became spiritual.
"What are you still doing lying on the ground? Brother Qin, why don't you get up quickly? Let me give you a hand." Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand towards the rice paper and said.
An unimaginable scene happened.
The Qin Yong in the painting actually reached out and grabbed Li Xiuyuan, and then he helped him up.
"Thank you so much, my benefactor, Xiaosheng was able to come out of the painting." Qin Yong in the painting bowed his hands gratefully.
"Oh my god, two, two Qin Yong, am I dazzled?"
"No, that's right. These are two Qin Yongs. They have exactly the same appearance and posture. It's impossible to tell them apart."
"The finishing touch is real, it's real, a big living person really appears."
The scholars here suddenly exploded at this moment. Although the three butterflies came to life before, they were shocked but not like this, but now that a living person stood in front of them, they had to believe it.
"Who are you to dare to impersonate me?" Qin Yong pointed at him in shame.
In the painting, Qin Yong said angrily: "I am Qin Yong, who are you?"
"It's ridiculous. I am Qin Yong. How dare you, a fake person, pretend to be me and ask for a beating." Qin Yong was furious and threw the penholder at the side.
"Hateful, you dare to hit me. Did you know that I was a Jinshi?" In the painting, Qin Yong also angrily picked up an ink pen and hit him.
For a moment, the two people were fighting together and tearing at each other.
"Quickly tell these two people to stop." The third prince Zhao Jing said immediately after he came to his senses.
Immediately, the guard on the side woke up and hurriedly pulled the two people away.
But after pulling away, everyone began to feel confused.
Which of the two is the real Qin Yong, and who came out of the painting?