Even when she arrived at her new residence, Su Yi did not neglect her military career, and she had been reciting military history books in the training ground in the morning; because she had not gone to buy vegetables for the time being, Su Yi had a simple meal, and in the afternoon she practiced her sword skills in the training ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After dinner, Xiang Congliu arrived on time, and Su Yi got into his carriage and rushed to the west of the city.

"Master Thorn Shi, you said earlier that you wanted to draw a face for me, what is the principle, painting can change appearance?" Su Yi asked curiously.

"'Lifelike' is the ability of high-level painting skills, which can make the painted things vivid, whether you look at them or use them, they are not much different from real things, and the painted faces can also be fake, and you will understand when you reach the destination. ”

Su Yi nodded and didn't ask any more.

It took about a quarter of an hour to reach the destination.

Su Yi got out of the car and immediately sighed that the state city was so big, if it was placed in the county seat, the carriage would be enough to travel around the city in a quarter of an hour.

Xiang Congliu took Su Yi into an alley and came to the door of a private house, and just as he wanted to knock on the door, Su Yi heard a crazy laugh from the courtyard.

"Hahahaha! Look, look! I finally drew the imaginary dragon turtle tyrant! I am indeed a genius!"

Hearing this crazy man's roar, Su Yi's face was strange, and Xiang Congliu shook his head rarely.

"He's a madman, but he's really good at drawing, and you don't have to mind too much. The item is justified from the outlet.

Su Yi bowed her head to express her understanding, artists are always crazy.

Then Xiang Congliu knocked on the door, waited for a long time but did not respond, his expression seemed to be a little impatient, he raised his legs, and kicked the door directly.

Su Yi hurriedly followed, and when she entered the hospital, she saw that this small mansion was full of picture scrolls and waste paper, and an unkempt and unkempt middle-aged man came into view, whose clothes were stained with ink and paint, and was crawling on the desk, teasing a vivid ink dragon turtle.

"Brother Chang, I brought Su Shichou, and according to the agreement, you can paint a face for him. Xiang Congliu said expressionlessly.

"Ah, what agreement, what agreement?" the middle-aged man surnamed Chang didn't even raise his head.

Xiang Congliu immediately slashed the dragon head turtle with a sword.

I saw the latter collapse with a pop, and the originally vivid figure immediately turned into a pool of ink, staining the paper on the table black.

"Ahhhh

The middle-aged man surnamed Chang yelled hysterically, but when he raised his head and saw Xiang Congliu's face, his expression was slightly stunned, and he immediately turned his head away, let out a cold snort, and swallowed the anger in his belly.

"Do you want me to let you go down to accompany it?" Xiang Congliu pressed the hilt of his sword again.

"Hmph, your attitude of begging people to do things is really bad! I'm a master, do you know a master? Hey, boy, call master!"

"Master Chang. ”

Su Yi bowed respectfully, no matter what, being able to draw such a chaotic beast is enough to show the other party's painting level.

Hearing this, Master Chang was stunned, and the madness in his eyes seemed to dissipate most of it.

"It's a polite guy, unlike someone, who has known each other for decades and will always be that kind of cold and cold......"

Master Chang glanced at Xiang Congliu pointedly, but the latter was unmoved, and slowly said, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up." ”

"Who are you and I? I'm a master, isn't it worth losing my value to be called around like this?" Master Chang looked at Su Yi again and said, "Hey, boy, follow this." ”

Master Chang threw a scroll at random, Su Yi hurriedly took it, spread it out two feet, and looked at it, it turned out to be a landscape painting.

"If you want to ask me to paint a face, I can say that I will evaluate my painting, and if it is good, I will paint it for you, and if it is bad, I will not paint it no matter how much money it has. Master Chang crossed his arms and said with a rebellious expression.

Su Yi looked at Xiang Congliu blankly, and the latter shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, as if to say: This guy is this virtue.

Su Yi was helpless in her heart, so she had to say: "Then let Xiaosheng observe and appreciate it." ”

Then Su Yi opened the scroll, spread it on the table, took a closer look, and admired it in her heart.

The painting shows a mountain range, winding into the distance, a waterfall over the boulder, down the mountain, flying thousands of feet; misty clouds, covering the mountainside, making the whole picture appear hazy and dreamlike; the waterfall falls to the foot of the mountain, stirring up the pure white of snowflakes, flying like clouds, turning into a trickle, running and flowing in the cracks of the stones; there are several peach blossom trees on the shore, just when the spring flowers are blooming, the flowers are full of flowers, and the peach blossoms compete for beauty, as if a firework is ignited.

If you look closer, you can still hear the chirping of birds in the trees and the turbulence of the waterfall.

Su Yi looked at it for a long time, and felt fascinated, as if she had already been in this high mountain and flowing water, and even faintly smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms.

In an instant, the spring cold warms up, driving the yin back to the yang.

"How is it?" Master Chang tilted his head and stared at Su Yi's side face.

Seeing this painting, Xiaosheng seemed to be immersive, so he commented on it with 20 words, if there is anything inappropriate, please also have a lot of Haihan. ”

After that, Su Yi pondered for a while, and said:

Looking at the mountains from afar,

Hear the water silently.

Spring flowers are still there,

People are not surprised when they come.

Su Yi's speech was very slow, but as early as when he read the first sentence, Xiang Congliu and Master Chang's eyes lit up together.

This poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei is a combination of movement and static, the whole poem does not have a single word, but it vividly describes the realism and expressiveness of this painting; when I first heard this poem, the majestic mountains, lively water, bright flowers and singing birds, all kinds of scenes jumped in front of me, and the two of them actually fell into the reverie of painting sound and color.

When Su Yi finished reading, the two came back to their senses, only to realize that what they saw in front of them was just a static painting.

Looking at the mountains from afar, the mountains are tall and the trees are luxuriant, the peaks and peaks are abrupt, people look at it from afar, and always feel blurred, but the distant mountains in this painting are full of spring color, the emerald color is boundless, and the straight people linger and forget to return, indulge in it; this kind of quiet state can only be tasted by people with calm hearts, and impetuous people can not appreciate the beauty of this sentence in any case.

Listen to the water silently, the water is turbulent, gurgling and rushing, a vivid scene, but close to listen, but can not hear the sound of flowing water, instantly from the movement into the quiet, quiet people seem to be attracted by this scene, how to say, at this time silent is better than sound!

The flowers are still in the spring, the flowers bloom in the spring, the fireworks are ignited, and the beauty is extreme, but they quietly wither after the spring is gone, making people regret that the sadness is like a tide, and the beauty is nowhere to be left, and the flowers in the painting will never wither.

When people approach the birds chirping on the branches, the latter will always be frightened and fly away, which can only be seen from a distance and cannot be blasphemed, which makes people feel sorry, but the birds in the painting will not fly away.

There is no praise in the whole poem, only the painting is compared with reality, but more than any praise, the painting highlights the form and spirit of this painting, as if adding life to everything in this painting, and the two of them can't help but be amazed.

"This poem seems to contain a kind of regret that is 'visible but unattainable', and it seems to contain a dream that is 'obtainable', there is no eternal beauty, but there are eternal paintings. Xiang Congliu clapped his hands and sighed.

"Poetry is like a picture, a painting is like a poem, and a painting is beautiful, and poetry is more beautiful." ”

After Master Chang finished speaking, he raised his head to the sky, his eyes were slightly red, as if he was choking a touch of moving tears, and at this moment there was no madness in his eyes, as if his mind had already soared to the clouds, sublimated for it.

Countless people have touted how beautiful and valuable his paintings are, but what he wants is the evaluation of this kind of blending of scenes!

After reading this poem, Su Yi carefully observed the paintings on the table, and sighed with emotion.

Suddenly, the scroll rose out of thin air, and every mountain peak, every tributary, even every tree and stone on it seemed to come to life, and after just two breaths, the scene in the painting was vividly displayed before the eyes of the three of them.

"This ......" Su Yi was surprised, looked at Xiang Congliu, and found that the latter's face was also blank, but Master Chang pinched his chin and made a thoughtful gesture.

The miniature landscape in front of her is so real, Su Yi can clearly feel that the sound of the water in it is crisp and pleasant, and the birdsong is tactful and melodious, and it is by no means an illusion. A gust of wind blows, and the branches of the trees on the mountain peaks and river banks sway and rustle, and the clouds and mist curl on the mountainside, and two lines of geese fly by, babbling in unison, as if to stop the clouds.

This vision was not spectacular, but it was beautiful, exquisite to the extreme, and Su Yi was deeply intoxicated.

"Hey, this wild goose ......" Xiang Congliu raised his eyebrows, opening up the ability to reach the end of the world, which was even more amazing.

Seeing this, Su Yi also took a closer look and found that these two lines of wild geese turned out to be every word of the poem he had read earlier.

This vision lasted for more than thirty breaths, and then the rising mountain peaks and all the lifelike things returned to the picture scroll, but at this time, there were two lines of small characters in the blank space of the picture scroll, which was exactly "The mountains are colored from afar, and the water is silent from near." The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. "Four sentences.

The glyphs of these 20 characters are vast and ancient, as if they want to be integrated with the painting, and they seem so harmonious, adding a touch of poetry to the painting.

"Okay!" Master Chang finally couldn't help but applaud, "This landscape was painted when I was young, and it did not add the effect of 'lifelike', but you relied on this poem to make this landscape picture from a 'dead painting' to a 'living painting', which shows the wonder of this comment, and this painting is simply a match made in heaven." ”

Xiang Congliu also smiled and agreed.

"Then can Master Chang paint Xiaosheng's face?" asked Su Yi cautiously.

"Come in with me. Master Chang turned around and went back to the house.

Su Yi looked at Xiang Congliu, who nodded slightly, and Su Yi followed into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, Master Chang immediately asked Su Yi to sit on a high chair, and without talking nonsense, he brought a bowl of paint like water, dipped it with a pen, and wiped it on Su Yi's face.

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(ps: I wrote to the head, send a chapter in the middle of the night, ask for a recommendation vote, hehe~) (To be continued.) )