Brother Prince's eyes made my heart tight, and he wanted to hit me on the head? remembered the cold and gloomy eyes when His Majesty specially confessed, damn, the father and son did not have a good bird. "The Concert Academy is dedicated to delivering news to His Majesty, such as the climate across the country, whether there are disasters or something." This is not a fool, it is just a half-truth.

"Really? Hehe...... Bereaved virtuous brother, I'm afraid this is not true, right? "Brother Prince's bewitching gaze, I don't know when my hand was on my wrist, the cold and greasy feeling made my scalp fried, like glass glue, very uncomfortable, I don't know how to answer.

"Mr. Fang, there is a special matter in the poor road today, I want to ask Mr. Fang to inquire about one or two, I don't know what Mr. Fang thinks?" The voice of Yuan Dashen's stick is like a heavenly sound, it is too timely to come, the cake seller, I love Sanqing Daozun. "Of course, of course, if the Taoist chief asks each other, how can there be disrespectful gifts below. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, please forgive the ministers for being rude. He got rid of this prince brother, glanced at Li Shu a few times, and said goodbye to the two emperors with Yuan Daochang.

"Today, I am fortunate to be rescued by the Taoist chief, otherwise, it will be really difficult to get out of the next place." Very moved, he arched his hand at the master on horseback.

"Hehe, how much effort to raise your hands has, poor Dao is said to be a look today, Your Majesty loves Brother Dao." Yuan Tiangang is also very good at sycophancy. "Where is it, in the next scholar, it is good to blow nonsense, there are many capable people and wise people in the world, and there are ......" blowing, blowing back and forth with this magic stick, and jointly praised Uncle Li's magnanimity and gentlemanly style.

After going out not far, saying goodbye to the Taoist, saying a fixed number, he will definitely go to Qingyang Palace, and all the further improvement of the Taijiquan Sutra will be discussed, so he got rid of the entanglement of Yuan Daochang, returned home, and just arrived at the gate of the house, there was a report from the family who came to lead the horse, and an official surnamed Yan came to me. I didn't expect that it was so crazy to engage in research and art work, and I didn't care about other people's schedules at all.

"Wechen has seen the Captain of the Horse." Master Yan sat in the hall, holding a tea bowl, his eyes were looking around, there was no trace of officialdom, and when he saw me coming, he quickly got up and saluted.

"Don't dare to be, please Lord Yan call me Fang Jun, call me a virtuous brother, this is the house, not the public court, it's better to be casual, don't be in those false courtesies, Lord Yan, please take a seat." In return, he invited the master to sit down and let the maid re-serve refreshments.

"Hehe, then Yan Mou is welcome, Yan Mou thinks that he should be older than Fang Gongzi."

"Naturally, the younger brother has only reached the crown ceremony this year, and he is sixteen years old."

Master Yan looked at me stunned for a long time, and sighed: "Yan is really ashamed, he has been teaching himself to paint for nearly 20 years, thinking that in the world, the portrait has reached the peak, I never thought that when I saw Fang Xiandi's handwriting and painting skills, Fang Jue has people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, only sixteen years old, it is really several times stronger than Yan back then." "Hearing this, it really made me blush, not to mention anything else, if I want to say that I have reached the national hand in painting, I am afraid that it can only be the ancients, in modern times, my words don't say that the national hand, the black hand is not counted.

blushing a little, he said to the real Yan Guoshou: "Brother Tai is really too humble, in fact, the virtuous brother just borrowed the method of realism to practice the art of painting, not the younger brother is talented, if this method Brother Yan can learn it, he will be able to go to the next level, and in the future, he will be able to become a generation of painting masters." ”――

"...... "Master Yan What is this doing, his lips trembled a little, and he stared at me in a daze, his eyes were very similar to the falcon that saw a fat rabbit. Hurriedly moved his butt back: "Brother Yan has something to say?" "Who's out there? Dodging, as soon as I raised my eyes, the person shrank away again, a very familiar figure.

With a smack, Master Yan stood up and pointed his finger at me very rudely. "Is that true? Brother Fang Xian is willing to teach this technique to Yan?! Very shocked expression and tone.

Damn, scared Lao Tzu, I thought something was wrong. He replied weakly: "Naturally." ”

"Teacher!" Master Yan was very excited, his legs trembled, and it seemed that there were signs of kneeling, Teacher? I was so frightened that my son hurriedly strode to the front of the goods and pulled up: "I said brother, what are you doing?" Didn't I say I would like to teach you this technique? Besides, I'm younger than you, and I'm afraid of losing my life when I call me a teacher, so sit down for a while. When the Chinese painting master's mood stabilized, I dared to let go of my hand and showed a smile that was not good-looking: "Brother Yan, if you are willing to practice this technique, I only have two conditions." ”

"Teacher, please speak! Students should obey. Master Yan stood up excitedly again. What kind of person, people who engage in art are like this, they are too neurotic, how can we be teachers, the first condition is that the nerves must be thick, the skin must be thick, and the mouth must be able to blow.

"First, you and I are of the same age, don't use this title again, it's really killing the younger brother, second, please also ask Brother Yan to pass on what you have learned to future generations, don't let these techniques not be passed on, if someone wants to learn in the future, please Brother Yan can teach each other selflessly, I don't know what Brother Yan means?" I don't like the ancient Chinese people's conservatism about technology, and many things are lost because they always want to keep things in their hands, and the result is ...... Master Yan stood stunned for a long time, and gritted his teeth slightly: "How dare the students disobey the teacher's order." ”

"Please, brother, if you really want to learn, please don't do it, just call me Junxian brother, otherwise, the little brother will be really angry." Although we have thick skin, we still know what it means to be honest.

"Then, Yan is better to be respectful than to obey his fate, if he is sent by Brother Junxian, Yan will be the only brother to obey."

As soon as the nonsense was over, Master Yan couldn't wait to ask me to teach him, no way, the artists are very fanatical, yes, let's accompany you to be fanatical for a while. Looking back at the maid standing on the side, he said, "Come on, go to the kitchen and get a big bowl and two turnips." There are also carbon strips and rice paper, and in addition, I will give my son two wooden planks, about two feet long and one and a half feet wide. Hurry up ......"

"What's the use of these things?" Master Yan blinked, very incomprehensible.

Showing his front teeth to this master of art who learned from me: "Don't worry, after a while, Brother Tai will naturally understand." ”

A large bowl was placed at the bottom, two large white radishes were shaped, and an oil lamp was lit on the side, giving the white radishes light and shade and shadow. Master Yan sat on the stool with his buttocks, holding the drawing board very awkwardly, and the rice paper was attached to the drawing board, and he fixed it with a small nail. Holding a carbon bar in his right hand, he stared at me with a blank eye.

He carefully taught this master of Chinese painting how to sketch still lifes, how to use the carbon strips in his hands and his eyes to measure the size and length of the still life, and to deal with the darkness and light as if he were a dark and bright place...... The clumsy Master Yan's stroke by stroke can satisfy my young and proud heart.

We also paint, always familiar with it, and soon, the appearance of the radish and the bowl has been shown from my pen, and under the pen of Master Yan, there is only a strangely shaped ellipse.

"Optimistic. Use this to measure the length of the still life you need, remember, you must be realistic, the radish is fat enough, you must not exaggerate again, you must first make the shape, use a few strokes to outline the shape of the radish first, and then depict it......"

"It turned out to be Yan ......" The old man's voice, when I turned around, I didn't see anyone, it's really strange.

For more than an hour, a very rough pineapple, with a carrot, appeared on the sweaty Master Yan's drawing board. "Brother Xian, I'm really ashamed of my brother......" Master Yan looked at the real thing with a red face, and compared my work with his, his expression and tone of shame. In fact, it's normal, don't say it's a radish painting, you just pull a so-called impressionist master who has never practiced sketching to draw an apple to try, and don't give you a whole mutant pig's head to blame "It doesn't matter, the road of a thousand miles begins with a single step, no one can fly if they can't walk, there is a way, as long as the kung fu is deep and the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, you must practice hard, there is always a saying, you must do it." The face, encouraging gaze and tone of my first division commander quickly lifted the spirit of the somewhat depressed Master Yan: "The words of the virtuous brother are really true, as long as the kung fu is deep and the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, the brother must be said to practice hard, and now it is getting late, and it is inconvenient for Yan to disturb the virtuous brother again, and he will visit the ...... again with the brazen face" It seems that the artist has no thoughts about whether he is thick-skinned or not, and he does not care about whether he will disturb the other party's work and rest time.

Well, there are some things we still need to remind this master. "Brother Yan said this, you learn from each other's painting skills, it is the luck of the younger brother, I don't know if Brother Yan can put pen to paper here and sign the name and the year." Picking up Yan Dao's primary school homework, he looked at him with eager eyes.

"What does this mean by Brother Xian, could it be that this is going to stay?" Master Yan was very unconfident in his masterpiece, and seemed to be very reluctant to take another look.

"Of course, this is the rigor of the art and the process of honing the technique. Every day, you can compare the previous one to find out what is lacking and improve it...... Do you know why I have been able to reach this level, little brother? It's the ...... of countless times of honing and strengthening of skills," I looked at Master Yan with a serious expression, spitting endlessly, and analyzed and answered Master Yan's questions as a division commander. If you don't sign it, even if you are poor in the future, you want to sell your paintings to make money, who will believe it? Think about the price at which Picasso's scratch paper can be sold for gold, Master Yan is also a national player, let's collect a hundred or ten sheets, and it will be money in the future, silver for white flowers, and gold for yellow and clear.

(To be continued)