Tang Ming was about to drink tea while waiting for the opportunity to talk to Guigu Xuanyi about taking him to the palace, when he heard Yun Wei here suddenly mention his name, glanced at the painting casually, and said casually.

"I don't understand. ”

What kind of answer is this, just say I don't understand?

"Don't understand? Tang Gongzi is afraid that he is joking, he can sit here today, but he is a person who has some understanding of calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, if he can't understand it, then it is even inappropriate. Lin Xuan smiled and said mercilessly.

Du Lao also looked at Tang Ming here, and then at Lin Xuan, and read something from the conversation between the two.

Then he smiled and said: "Tang Gongzi is joking, I have never seen Master Mi Qing soft, you are a person with yourself, please say it." ”

Yun Wei sneered: "Teacher Du said that he laughed, where can this kid let Master Mi Qing take a look at it, if you want me to say, it's just luck to answer a question about Master Mi Qing correctly." But in fact, he didn't know anything about calligraphy and painting. ”

Guigu Xuanyi's face changed slightly: "Yun Wei, when Elder Du is talking, do you have the right to interject?"

Yun Wei was startled, took two steps back, and stammered: "This, this, the disciple doesn't dare." The eyes were up and down, and the constant friction of the soles of his feet on the ground was obviously panicked to the extreme.

Tang Ming looked Du Lao up and down, and looked at Yun Wei and Lin Xuan.

pondered in his heart: "This person should be the emperor, if you say that you meet the emperor, this person is not more effective than Guigu Xuanyi." ”

Thinking of this, a smile rose at the corner of Tang Ming's mouth, and then his gaze fell on Yun Wei's body: "It seems that you seem to be right, I have no way to judge this scroll?"

But it was Lin Xuan who answered: "Isn't it?" His eyes rolled upward, and the so-called banter was vividly interpreted!

Tang Ming shook his head, pointed his finger downward, and there was a thick sense of disappointment in his tone: "It's not that I don't say it, but the painting on the ground is really too bad." No, maybe it's better to use the word rotten!"

"Bad?"

Listening to these two words, the eyelids of everyone present jumped fiercely.

Who painted this painting?

Emperor, that is the most powerful writer in the entire imperial capital, but what is this Tang Gongzi saying, bad.

If the paintings painted by Du Lao are all poor works, is there still a master of calligraphy and painting in the imperial capital?

Even Guigu Xuanyi's face darkened, although the level of Tang Ming's refining weapon is really interesting, but in the world of calligraphy and painting, the current Du Lao is the authority, so blatantly questioning an authoritative painting, what does that mean?

The two guards behind Du Lao suddenly burst out with a momentum as heavy as a mountain, and there was even a cold killing intent spreading out in their eyes.

"Boy, you are presumptuous!" The aura on the two of them burst out, and they turned out to be monks in the realm of human beings, and the guards around the emperor were probably at this level.

While the two were talking, they were about to go up and take Tang Ming down, but they were stopped by Du Lao reaching out.

Du Lao's face is also not good-looking, but as the so-called learning is endless, what if this young man has any special views on paintings?

"Tang Gongzi, since you said that my paintings are bad, then you are telling me what is the difference in my paintings!" Du Lao's voice was very flat, and anyone could hear Du Lao's emotional changes.

Rao is clay people have three points of earthiness, not to mention that Du Laogui is the emperor.

I'm afraid that if Tang Ming can't say a reason today, he will really not be able to end up today, even Guigu Xuanyi can't stop Du Lao's anger.

"Hey. Tang Ming sighed, got up from his seat, and walked to the front of Du Lao's painting without hurrying.

I want to be a glorious soldier, upright, glorious, but Tang Ming's upright posture fell on Lin Xuan, and in the eyes of Yun Xuan, he was like a lucky prisoner, decaying, and ending.

Xia Guluan's eyes fell on Tang Ming's body, but he couldn't help but have a little worried look, although this guy is hateful, but he hasn't done anything hurtful, if he is punished because of a word, it really outweighs the loss.

What's more, that punishment is not an ordinary punishment, insulting the emperor for no reason, if it is confirmed, it is a big crime to kill the head.

Then I'm going to say it. Tang Ming cleared his throat.

His eyes became fierce at this moment: "Let's talk about the composition first, the name of your painting is called Spring Breeze Ten Miles, but the painting is a small bridge and flowing water, green trees, although the composition is perfect, but there are some things that should be in spring." ”

"What should there be?" Du Lao looked at his painting and couldn't help but ask.

Tang Ming nodded: "Vitality, it is obviously ten miles of spring breeze, but it lacks the process of the growth of all things, just painted a simple landscape painting, let me ask, where is this spring breeze ten miles?"

"This!" Du Lao was a little speechless for a while, and what Tang Ming said really had some truth.

"Crooked!" Lin Xuan said coldly: "The so-called Spring Breeze Ten Miles is just the name I just brought by the way, this is not the name that Du Lao gave to this painting, let alone the artistic conception depicted in this painting." ”

Tang Ming sneered, and before he knew it, his eyes had been dyed with a hint of gold.

The analysis of this painting has been clearly sketched out in my mind.

"Okay, then let's not talk about composition and artistic conception, but simply talk about your painting method. Tang Ming continued.

"How to draw?" Is it possible to see the technique of painting just from a painting?

You must know that Yun Wei completely witnessed the process of his painting just now, so he said his painting method and painting routine.

But this Tang Gongzi just came, relying on the finished painting, look at the technique?

"It's a little too whimsical. Mi Qing made such a conclusion to Tang Ming in his heart.

"In terms of technique, I have to compliment you, Du Lao. Your technique is really complicated, there are thirteen kinds of techniques, it is really dazzling. ”

The eyes of Du Lao and several calligraphy and painting masters shrank for a moment, and they did use thirteen techniques, but how could this Tang Gongzi know that he was obviously not here just now, could it be that he really recognized the technique by virtue of a painting?

"Yes, it is true that thirteen techniques are used, so what's wrong with that. Du Lao asked.

Recognizing his painting technique can only show that the young man has a good eye, and this is not enough to justify the young man insulting his own paintings.

"Of course there is a problem, thirteen techniques, may I ask you are painting, or are you performing?"

"You Long's technique of painting the stone is a little cold, but it is painted with a softer and shallow second technique on the grass and trees next to the stone, which gives people an extremely heavy visual impact between the two, which was originally good, but later, you used the technique of Laishui to draw the flowing water under the bridge. ”

"Then draw the stone bridge ...... in a realistic way"

"There are thirteen kinds of techniques, and I put together a painting, this painting, it looks like it has been polluted in some way, people are not like people, ghosts are not ghosts. Tang Ming lashed out mercilessly.

Every time he said a technique, Du Lao's eyes would change a few points, and finally there were thirteen techniques, and after all of them were said, Du Lao's face became extremely exciting.

Thirteen techniques, it was said word for word, what kind of joke is this, is this kid still human?

"This, how did you see it?" Du Lao's eyes when he looked at Tang Ming had unconsciously become respectful,

can see his painting technique so easily, and I think that this kid's attainments in calligraphy and painting in front of me are not below me.

"It's very simple, looking at the lines on the painting, and the ink holding, especially this kind of water painting without ink, it is easier to distinguish. ”

Du Lao looked at the teacup in his hand, and unconsciously cracked a gap. Some of them asked fimentedly, "How so?"

"Time!" Tang Ming squatted down, pointed the traces of the painting with his finger and continued: "With the passage of time, the moisture on the ground will inevitably dry up, but the place where the blunt pen is thicker, there is more ink, it is easy to see the points of the blunt pen, and distinguish them. ”

"Gollum!" Du Lao swallowed.

Tang Gongzi said this very easily, very easily, but in fact it is not, it is necessary to know all the painting techniques very well.

And generally such a process requires years of precipitation, just like him, it took nearly fifty years to precipitate today's achievements, and what about the kid in front of him?

It looks like he's only twenty years old, no, maybe not even twenty years old, and he can comprehend these things at that age.

"Could it be that this is the legendary genius?"

Du Lao's face changed for a moment, and he let out a long breath before putting down the teacup in his hand.

But the teacup had just been placed on top of the low table, and the teacup was "click!" and turned into a pile of debris, and the tea in it dripped down the table onto Du Lao's thigh, but the latter did nothing.

The whole scene became tense with the changes on Du Lao's table.

After being silent for a long time, I saw Du Lao open his mouth and said: "Yes, it's really a hero out of a young man, Tang Gongzi, you are so young that you have such calligraphy and painting attainments, the family teacher must be a contemporary great writer, and please ask the name of the family teacher." ”

Tang Ming shook his head with a smile, and said incomprehensibly: "The family teacher is just an idle cloud and wild crane, he has already retired to the rivers and lakes, and he is alone in the mountains, drinking tea, painting and painting, and practicing, and his name has long been forgotten." ”

Du Lao nodded sincerely, if he can teach a disciple with such attainments, then the master must be a master outside the world.