The upper taste made a number of families shoot over, put it under the palace bowl, and shoot it, but they can't hit. Shuo praised himself and said: 'The minister tastes easy, please shoot it.' 'Don't say yarrow hexagram and say: 'The minister thinks that the dragon has no horns, and it is said that it is a snake with feet, and it is a lizard that is not guarding the palace.' He said, 'Good.' 'Give ten horses. Repeat the envoy to shoot other things, even in the middle, and give silk.

——"Hanshu: The Biography of Dongfang Shuo"

"Jun Hao, why should you be serious. Everyone is just chatting casually as gossip, to be honest, what is his Chu Feng's painting skills, whether he can be admitted to the art academy, what does it matter to us? ”

The person who was called "Jun Hao" by Xu Qing was surnamed He, He Junhao, his father was the left counselor doctor of Menxia Province, and he also had a certain weight in speaking in the court.

He Junhao's words were a little frivolous, as if the scientific examination of the Academy of Painting was stable and unsuspenseful, and if ordinary people heard it, they would inevitably scoff at it. But Xu Qing understands his temperament, not to mention other things, just in matters like calligraphy and painting, this He Junhao has always been the best.

Moreover, this kind of intransigence is not completely rampant. He is indeed a recognized prodigy-like figure in the calligraphy and painting circles of Jingshi, and he has been associated with people in the calligraphy and painting circle since he was a child, whether it is pen power or reputation, he is much higher than Xiao Ting, let alone compared to Chu Feng.

"No matter how prosperous and rich the land of Jiangnan is, in the final analysis, compared to Tokyo City, it is just a small place, and the famous people there are not worth mentioning at all. Wan Yan has prepared a pen and paper on the top of the mountain, I will reveal his truth in a while, and the two of you should not block it for a while. He Junhao said lightly.

Xu Qing sighed slightly in his heart, but he was indeed curious about Chu Feng's painting skills, so he smiled: "This is also something that a few of us are happy to see, where is there any reason to stop it?" ”

"That's good." He Junhao nodded slightly. Looking at Chu Feng's back, his gaze was slightly cold.

Chu Fengshang didn't know about the various arrangements laid out for him here, and he still talked and laughed and climbed to the top with everyone. After arriving at the top of the mountain, the body sweated lightly, and a gust of mountain wind blew, cool and refreshing, and the pine wind continued. It can really be said that "the weather is clear, and the wind is smooth".

The top of the mountain is a flat and open land, not very big, more than ten meters in length and width, there is a boulder in the middle, and there are three big characters of "Wangdu Mountain" written on it with cinnabar list. And in the place next to these three words, there are also a lot of old poems, and they don't forget to write "so-and-so came here for a visit" and so on. As soon as the Chinese people arrived at the scenic spots, they began to paint and depict, **** here.

This was a very normal thing for the ancients. There are no photos of future generations, and after returning home, I can't tell the villagers where I have been, and I can't come up with real evidence. If anyone doubts, he glares and says, "I left a poem and a note on such and such a stone in such and such a place." That poem is on the right hand side of Li Bai's handwriting, if you don't believe it, you can go and see it yourself."

Come to think of it, similar conversations. It happens from time to time in this day and age.

Even if it is not in some scenic place, the mood that should be expressed must always be expressed.

So. Song Jiang raised anti-poems in Xunyang Tower; Fang Hongjian in "The Siege" was bored, and he wrote some words on the wall of the inn room.

If the Chinese people do not have this habit, many famous poems will not be handed down. However, such an act will indeed cause damage to places of interest. It's actually hard to argue whether it's good or bad. (Of course, in this day and age.) There are many ways to keep a memory, and occasionally if you want to be lyrical, you can directly post a Weibo or circle of friends. Lettering is a thing that must not be done again, after all, everyone is the master of "Ercao's body and fame". Even if you really leave your name, there will probably be no other 'benefits' other than being scolded by future generations. ）

"It's cool and refreshing, but it's not shaded. The wine, tea, and food are all prepared on the other side, so come with me. ”

Xiao Ting smiled and led everyone over, everyone followed and looked, and sure enough, half of the hill turned around was a pavilion with eaves and corners, and there was a shade on the side of the pavilion, which looked cool.

At this time, the wine and food utensils in the shade of the forest had been prepared, and only a few servants were left busy, and the futons and incense cases were all available. Xiao Ting said with a smile: "Let's also learn from the Wei and Jin Dynasty celebrities, and the wind and water flow gracefully." The servants have also prepared pitchers, shooters, and double land, everyone has a little rest, and then they have their own places to play, haha. ”

Everyone was amazed when they heard this, and Xu Qing said with a smile: "It's worthy of ten thousand words, everything is so thoughtful." You have to ask the servant to write me a list, and next time I am the host, I will also learn from you. ”

"It's all trifles." Xiao Ting responded with a smile, and turned around to tell the servants about this matter.

This type of gathering was the first time Chu Feng had participated. I've heard of terms like pitching pots and shooting over, and similar scenes have appeared in ancient paintings, but I have never really seen all kinds of real objects with my own eyes, so I can't help but be a little curious.

Li Shangyin has a poem that says, "Divide Cao to shoot the wax lamp red", this kind of thing is a bit interesting, and it is more mysterious, and it is related to divination. To put it simply, it is to hide something under a bowl, bowl, etc., and then let people guess what is hidden inside.

As for how to guess, some people use the I Ching gossip to calculate, some people use the six-style refutation, all kinds of algorithms are different, and there is no difference between who goes up and who goes down. It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, it's a good cat if it can catch mice. With a simple hexagram calculation, you can guess what the hidden objects are, which is almost completely impossible in the eyes of later generations, and some people even think that the ancients have made a trick.

The game of "pitching pots" is relatively simpler and more like a sport. An empty flask is placed in the middle of the feast, and the person playing with the pitcher holds a short feather arrow in his hand, stands in a set place, and throws the feather arrow into the flask as much as possible. Although it is a game of moving the body, it is naturally far from the real bow archery.

It's just that the fashion of the Song Dynasty was to emphasize literature over martial arts, and this level of physical activity was already the limit that scholars and literati could accept.

As for backgammon, there are also backgammons called backgammon in later generations, and the Song people mostly call it "playing backgammon", which is indeed similar to chess. But the rules also need to rely on the dice, and the luck component is also very important. There are many people who still play this game in later generations, and the Japanese version is more complete.

Everyone talked and laughed during the banquet, and each played and laughed in groups, and some people chanted leisurely and wrote poems and lyrics, which was really lively and elegant.

Chu Feng tried the pitcher and Shuanglu. Sure enough, I thought it was very interesting. It's just that when I get to shoot here, I become a blind man riding a blind horse, and I can't figure it out at all.

Xu Qing and Chu Feng divided Cao together, that is, they were in a group of two, and they took turns guessing with the other two, and whoever guessed it would win in the same group. The duo guessed two rounds, and seeing that Chu Feng was so bad, Xu Qing couldn't help laughing and said, "Chu Langjun hasn't played this?" ”

Chu Feng also had nothing to deny. Nodding and smiling: "We rural people, we haven't studied Zhou Yi's technique, so we really can't guess it." ”

"That's fine, I'm pretty much done." Xu Qing took three coppers in his hand, sprinkled them casually, looked at them anyway, nodded and said in a low voice, "I approved it three times." Once pointing to the east, the east is wood. If you want to come there, it should be related to wood. That's why I guessed it was a wooden comb, but it was denied. You guessed a handkerchief, which is naturally wrong. The other party guessed twice, respectively, a brush and a paperweight, which seems to be inseparable from the word 'wood'......"

Chu Feng heard it in a fog, and he didn't understand that Xu Qing could guess all kinds of things by shaking the hexagram. I had to go along with it at will.

Seeing this, Xu Qing smiled and said: "Don't believe it, my second hexagram is a Xun hexagram, which is related to the wind." Let me say one, right and wrong. ”

After laughing, Xu Qing got up. He said to the temporary central officer: "I guess it's a fan, how about it?" ”

The central official smiled and nodded, "Zimo is shooting!" Sure enough, there is a bit of skill! ”

After that, I called the altar and saw that there was indeed a fan inside.

"Haha!" Xu Qing looked at Chu Feng and laughed, "What do you think?" ”

Chu Feng really admired it from the bottom of his heart this time, and praised him: "Brother Xu is really amazing!" I can't figure out what's going on at all, Brother Xu has already guessed something! ”

"Haha, you're just playing for the first time, you don't know how to do it, I'll teach you slowly in the future. Look at this one, there is wood and wind, and there is such a thing as a fan, the wooden one can send wind into the arms, what can it be if it is not a fan! ”

Chu Feng nodded in admiration.

After that, everyone played a few more games, and Xu Qing really lost less and won more, and it seems that he is also a master. After five rounds, Xu Qing won four of them, and everyone thought that he had won too much, and it was really boring to win or lose without contact, so they laughed and drove him away.

Chu Feng couldn't survive alone, so he was immediately defeated, and changed Cao with a smile.

He Junhao had been watching from the sidelines, and when he saw Chu Feng coming out of the shooting bureau, he immediately took a few steps forward and said lightly: "Brother Chu, is there Yaxing painting?" ”

Chu Feng was slightly stunned, and when he saw that the expression of the person in front of him showed a bit of coldness and contempt, he probably knew the reason in his heart. At this time, he glanced at Xu Qing beside him, and Xu Qing immediately smiled naturally: "I can't make a fuss about you people talking about poetry and painting, you are free, I'll go and make it convenient." ”

With that, he immediately turned around and left.

"Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all ready, Brother Chu doesn't mind painting ink, right?" He Junhao glanced at Xu Qing lightly, and his tone was indifferent, "Just take the scenery in front of you as the theme, each make a sketch and appreciate each other, how about it?" ”

Xiao Ting was fighting with people on the side, and at this time, he had already seen the conversation here from a distance, He Junhao's almost provocative posture, everyone could see it clearly, and Xiao Ting could naturally see it.

He had already heard Xu Qing relay He Junhao's thoughts, but he felt that it didn't matter at all, but he was happy to see it happen.

Everyone is a person who wants to be admitted to the painting academy in the golden autumn, and they all want to find out the foundation of each other, and Xiao Ting is naturally the same. In fact, he specially invited He Junhao to travel with him today, and he had the meaning of "borrowing a knife to kill someone" in his heart. With the intimacy of his family and Mr. Wen Duan, since he had already made the attitude of coming to apologize and corporal Lixian before, it was really wrong to take the initiative to provoke again.

If the provocative one wins, it is called "victory without force". If you lose, of course, it will be even more humiliating. Of course, in Xiao Ting's view, the possibility of the latter situation is naturally extremely small. He once asked Chu Feng, and heard that he had only studied under Cheng Yuan for a few months, and the previous calligraphy and painting were all family heirlooms and his own thoughts. He Chu Feng is not from a family of calligraphy and painting, so how high can his ability be?

But for Chu Feng's painting skills, curiosity is there after all. Nowadays, it is really the best thing to be able to find out one or two by the hands of others.

So Xiao Ting smiled slightly, took the dice and threw it casually, and rolled out a six. He thought about it for a moment, and walked a few steps to Shuanglu in front of him, as if he had never heard of the things around him.

"Since Brother He was invited, Chu Feng naturally has no reason to shirk. It's just that Chu Feng's painting skills are ugly, and if he is embarrassed for a while, I hope Brother He won't care too much. Chu Feng responded with a smile.

This kind of thing has nothing to do with him, whether he wins or loses, in fact, it does not have much impact on him personally. In this place in Tokyo City, he Chu Feng himself is a nameless person, in fact, there is nothing to be ashamed to talk about. And to be honest, even if it's really embarrassing, Chu Feng won't particularly care about it.

In the matter of fame, although Mr. Wen Duan hoped that he could reach a certain height before the scientific examination, Chu Feng really didn't know how to win it. This kind of ignorance, on the one hand, is because he really can't, and on the other hand, it is actually because he looks down on him.

Once people value something, they will inevitably become slaves to it. Chu Feng felt that he had surrendered to calligraphy and painting, and it was enough to surrender to one thing for the rest of his life.

"Brother Chu is really refreshing, please." When He Junhao heard Chu Feng's answer, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth raised an angle.

Naturally, some servants stepped forward to grind ink and lay paper, and some people who had nothing to do also came over, chatting and laughing with wine cups, and joining in the fun.

The paperweight is flat, the ink tank is complete, and there are more than a dozen brushes of various colors hanging on the pen holder.

He Junhao was so confident that he almost didn't want to even look at Chu Feng more, at this time, he stood in the wind, raised his pen and waved his pen, he was chic and casual, and he even showed a bit of the spirit of independence in the world.

Chu Feng looked at his posture, and couldn't help but admire, smiled slightly, and also picked a center wolf.

He is not in a hurry to put down the pen, first layout, and then put down the pen, which is his habit of painting.

He looked at the scenery in front of him, and all kinds of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign paintings passed through in his mind...... "Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest", "Han Xizai's Night Banquet", "Ming Emperor Xingshu", and even various Western oil paintings, "Lunch on the Grass", "Tuileri Garden Concert", ...... Countless pictures rose and fell from his mind, and Chu Feng knew that for him, his advantage was here.

Others can be talented and can work hard enough. But no matter how good others are in these aspects, it is his vision that cannot be compared.

Chu Feng was not in a hurry or impatient, he learned from each picture scroll, and finally sketched out a picture in his chest.

So he smiled slightly, dipped in ink, and put down the pen.

"Chu Langjun, someone came to you, saying that there was an urgent matter." (To be continued.) )