Faced with the enthusiasm of the third prince Zhao Jing, Li Xiuyuan only responded perfunctorily. Although he was a prince, he was not worthy of awe in his eyes.
Because a prince from the Song Dynasty was locked up in his tiger plan.
Zhao Jing, however, said with undiminished enthusiasm: "Master Li's painting skills are so superb. Today, the rich man is asking for a painting, and it must be Master Li. Can you please invite Master Li to paint another one, so that my father can take a look at this?"
How miraculous is Zhang Sengyao's ability to add the finishing touch? What if Mr. Li's painting skills were buried?
If it’s gone, then this is a loss for the Song Dynasty.”
"My paintings are not worth mentioning."
Li Xiuyuan said: "If you give paintings that are close to ghosts and gods to the officials, it will ruin the atmosphere of the court. The first-class magic skills will easily make people above the court hate the princes. I rely on this to make the officials happy. I'm afraid."
He wants to be called a monster who brings disaster to the country and the people. It is not appropriate for both emotions and reason, so
The painting just now is enough to entertain everyone, but it is really not suitable to be shown in front of others."
"Young Master Li, what you said is wrong. If this kind of painting skills cannot be seen by my father and known to the world, it will be a pity in the literary world. Please don't shirk it, Mr. Li. I sincerely ask for it."
You are a treasure." Zhao Jingdao.
Li Xiuyuan pondered for a moment and said: "My paintings cannot be put on the stage, and I cannot convince all the scholars, lest people think that I rely on magic and illusion to achieve the first place. I can send a painting to the third prince in private. As for
Third Prince, you, the daughter of a prince, should be chosen among these paintings.
Only in this way can we convince the public and convince people."
"If the third prince agrees, I will paint a painting immediately. If the third prince insists on asking for a thousand pieces of gold, I will not accept it."
After saying that, he gave a salute and his tone was very serious.
After he accepted the offer of a thousand dollars for painting, he was bound by fame and wealth, which was just the result he didn't want to see.
If you send a painting privately, it won't affect anything.
"This, this" Zhao Jing looked hesitant, a little hesitant.
In fact, because of Li Xiuyuan's identity, he would pay a lot of money for even his paintings, let alone his paintings that can connect the gods. He didn't expect that the temptation of fame and fortune could not move him. It seems that this thing can't be done.
If you are so impatient, you have to calm down slowly.
"Since Mr. Li has said this, what can I not agree with? Let me just follow Mr. Li's words. As long as I can get Mr. Li's paintings, I will agree to any conditions." Zhao Jingke said politely.
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Li Xiuyuan smiled: "I wonder what painting the Third Prince is looking for? Is it a picture of landscapes, birds and animals, or a picture of the four seasons?"
Zhao Jingdao: "Mr. Li, your paintings are able to communicate with the gods, which is rare in the world. In the past, Zhang Sengyao painted the finishing touch. Today, the Japanese prince boldly asked Mr. Li for a picture of a dragon traveling in the nine heavens to present to his father."
"Draw a dragon?" Li Xiuyuan's eyes moved slightly.
Although it is not taboo for the prince to ask for a dragon picture, he also takes this opportunity to reveal his ambition.
I also want to try my best to leap forward and transform into a true dragon emperor.
Li Xiuyuan pretended not to know, and said with a smile: "Although it is not difficult to draw the dragon traveling in the nine heavens, it is difficult to put the finishing touches. If the eyes are drawn, the real dragon will break free from the picture and rush into the sky and fly across the sky. At that time, I will be here."
It can't be called back because dragons cannot be restrained. Zhang Sengyao's dragon has
The eyes can break free from the stone wall and cannot be trapped, let alone a thin piece of rice paper."
Zhao Jingdao: "Can we not draw the eyes first?"
"Of course it's okay, but if the dragon has no eyes, is it still a dragon?" Li Xiuyuan said: "Why don't you paint something else, such as a tiger and leopard, a white deer, a golden rooster, etc."
The implication is that whether you, Zhao Jing, can become a dragon, it would be good to be a prince, peaceful and wealthy.
"Although there are many auspicious beasts in the world, there is no auspicious beast as good as the real dragon. Let's ask Mr. Li to draw it." Zhao Jing thought for a while and decided to draw a dragon.
This is not a question of painting, but a question of his determination.
If he didn't even have the determination to seek a true dragon picture, then how could Zhao Jing have the face to recruit and win over Li Xiuyuan?
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Since the third prince insists on asking for a painting, let's paint a dragon."
After saying that, he turned around and walked over, spreading out the rice paper and already holding the ink pen in his hand.
"I am grinding ink for Mr. Zhao." Zhao Jing hurriedly walked over and polished ink for him.
Li Xiuyuan did not refuse, but immediately painted with ink. In an instant, there were many clouds on the painting, as if it was clearing after the rain, the sun was shining down, and everything was bathed in the light, and it was shocking.
Yes, the clouds drawn in his hand are not dead, but shaking.
, just like real clouds floating in the mid-air, moving slowly.
"It's moving, it's moving, the clouds are moving, it's really amazing." Zhang Bangchang exclaimed, and the small notebook in his hand was not idle, and he wrote down such strange things in it.
The nearby scholars even opened their eyes with envy and admiration.
I wish I could have this kind of skill for myself.
It's a pity that even if Li Xiuyuan painted in public, he wouldn't be able to learn a single thing from watching.
With the same technique, others can make the clouds sway, the breeze blows, and the sun shines down. But in your own hands, the clouds are still clouds, the wind is gone, and they still look lifeless. There is nothing magical about it.
I can’t learn, I can’t learn.
The scholars sighed with great regret.
After Li Xiuyuan finished painting the sky, he painted the real dragon. As he sketched with ink, the dragon scales appeared, and in a blink of an eye, a real dragon flying through the clouds appeared on the paper.
"This dragon is alive. Look, look, this dragon is flying through the clouds, and its body is about to fly over." A scholar next to him exclaimed.
Among the clouds, the real dragon body swims, sometimes revealing its vigorous body, sometimes revealing its sharp dragon claws.
It's just that the dragon's head is not complete, so we can't see the dragon's expression.
But it is conceivable that if this dragon is extraordinary after painting, it will definitely shock the whole audience and make countless scholars marvel.
It has not yet obtained its form, but it has already obtained its spirit.
"I have been studying painting for ten years in vain. Only now do I know the essence of this painting process. It turns out that painting skills that reach a certain level can really turn dead objects into living things and channel spirits. I used to doubt the achievements of the ancients.
It’s so stupid.”
"Isn't it? I once heard that someone painted a cluster of peach blossoms in spring, which actually attracted bees to stay and butterflies to stand. At that time, I thought this was ridiculous, but now it seems that someone else's painting skills have become spiritual, so he painted
The flowers are fragrant, and the birds are singing. I hate that I, a frog in the well, can't see it.
It's such a long day, and I missed the opportunity to meet that master."
"Today I can see the finishing touch of this masterpiece, and I will have no regrets in this life."
Seeing the dragon on the rice paper gradually taking shape, the scholars watching were amazed and sighed, and some could not help but shed tears of excitement.
It's hard to believe this kind of thing without seeing it with your own eyes, but once you see it with your own eyes, it makes people even more crazy about it.
Such a painting is worth not only a thousand gold pieces, but even ten thousand gold pieces.
"Hush, hurry up, everyone, be quiet, the Dragon Chief has come out." Someone hissed.
Immediately, the place became quiet.
No one dared to disturb him, and those who were close immediately held their breath. If there were scholars outside who looked around and shouted questions, they would immediately be killed by the eyes of others, and then they would obediently shut up and remain silent.
This is the birth of a legend.
Today, Li Xiuyuan's painting of a real dragon on the banks of the Long Yin Lake will surely leave a name for generations to come, just like Wang Xizhi wrote the preface to Orchid Pavilion after drinking, and Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty wrote the song "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes".
And they may not appear in the story, but future generations will definitely be proud of seeing such a legend in this life.
When scholars hundreds of years later visit Longyin Lake and talk about today's story, future generations will be proud to point to the lakeside and say to those scholars: My grandfather saw Li Xiuyuan here back then.
Draw a picture of a real dragon.
A few moments.
The dragon head painting is 90% complete, leaving only a pair of dragon eyes empty.
As soon as the painting stops, the magic stops.
Clouds are still clouds, dragons are still dragons, they don't move at all.
This is a shortcoming, and the things that are short of something cannot penetrate the spirit.
"Why, why don't you draw anymore? Sir, please continue to draw. This dragon is about to be finished."
When some people saw that the painting had stopped painting at the end, they felt even more anxious and anxious. They only regretted that they did not have such ability, otherwise they would have rushed to grab the pen to continue.
"I can't paint anymore. If I finish painting the dragon's eyes, the dragon will really tear open the painting with its fangs and claws and fly out from inside. Wouldn't it be a pity that the painting will be destroyed and the real dragon will fly away?"
"You must not draw any more. Back then, someone didn't believe Zhang Sengyao and asked him to draw dragon eyes. As a result, four dragons flew away and two dragons flew away. Now Mr. Li only drew one dragon. If it flies away, where will it go?"
Go look for it?”
"Yeah, I can't draw."
Scholars would not do what mediocre people do. Taking advantage of Zhang Sengyao's experience, they not only did not ask Li Xiuyuan to paint eyes, but stopped him and asked him not to paint eyes.
This shows that they are convinced that Li Xiuyuan's paintings can communicate with gods.
I am very sure in my heart that once this painting is completed, the dragon will fly away.
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "The eyes still have to be painted, and I thought of a good idea when I was painting before. I don't have to worry about the dragon flying away, and I don't have to worry about the eyes being incomplete."
After saying that, he started writing again.
But he saw this real dragon shuttle among the clouds, not glaring at the world with its teeth and claws, but its eyelids drooping, actually falling into a drowsy sleep with its eyes closed.
But even so, the eyes were painted on.
The real dragon coils around the sky, the clouds and mist are lingering in the breath, the rays of light are shining, and the faint sound of wind and thunder can be heard.
"Oh my God, this dragon is sleeping soundly. I heard it snoring." Someone almost bit his tongue and almost jumped up in shock.
Those who are close can even hear the real dragon breathing clouds and mist, spitting out rays of light, and making sounds like wind and thunder. It is really like a real dragon sleeping in front of you.