Shen Pingchuan came from the Shen family in Gusu, because his ancestors had been in business for several generations, and now the Shen family's business has expanded extensively, such as rice, oil, tea, brocade fabrics, the four treasures of the study, and even pawnshops and money houses.

This style Accord is one of the industries of the Shen family.

Although Shen Pingchuan is from the Shen family, he is not interested in business, and he likes to read and paint since he was a child, especially the way of Danqing.

The Shen family has a solid family background, and has found many famous teachers for him, and he has also shown a very high talent, and he has learned the skills of those teachers in the year of the crown.

But for some reason, he always felt that what he learned was too stereotypical, as if something important was missing, and as if something was stuck in his understanding of Danqing.

He once thought that those famous masters were clumsy and kept a hand when teaching himself, so he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to consult famous masters.

But unfortunately, the answers I got were all compliments like 'blue out of blue' and 'there is nothing to teach'.

Thinking that the old father of the Shen family was well-informed, he told his old father about this distress, and his old father did tell him that it was called 'shackles' or 'bottlenecks'.

It is a phenomenon that occurs only when the understanding of a certain path reaches a threshold, just like a cup full of water, and if you want to continue to fill water, you have to expand the cup.

The old father of the Shen family has a lot of experience, and he also gave him some advice, saying that since he can't learn anything from those famous people, he might as well put down his body and go to the people to try it again.

Shen Pingchuan didn't understand the meaning of his old father's words, even those famous masters couldn't teach him anything, the people were reckless, what was there to try?

But for Danqing's love, he still followed his old father's advice, put down his body and went to the people to seek advice!

At first, some Confucian scholars would ridicule him for being 'immoral' and 'insulting';

But as time went by, some Confucian scholars' ridicule of him slowly turned into admiration, and every time they saw his 'stall', there would be onlookers, and some would even take the initiative to come forward to discuss one or two.

Although he didn't get anything for many days, his mentality gradually changed from impatience at the beginning, to peace, and then gradually transformed into enjoyment...

Today, after the rain and the sky was fine, and it coincided with the rally, he also 'went out of the stall' early, greeted the acquaintances and started painting by himself.

He doesn't think that there will be the kind of master who can guide him, but after being out of the stall for many days, his heart has indeed risen, and it is not worth the trip.

After painting a 'moon tip', before the money was stamped, the Confucian scholars who watched the excitement around the neighborhood came out with compliments such as 'the pen is fine and the ink is wonderful', and the 'Danqing is wonderful'.

Just when he was secretly lamenting that there were no superior people in the countryside, a staggering voice suddenly came from the compliments: "This painting is more than skillful, but not enough angry, and it is a little bit meaningless." ”

“……”

The compliments of the surrounding Confucian scholars suddenly fell silent, and their eyes looked at the little Taoist priest who was talking wildly.

Shen Pingchuan raised his head and also found that it was a handsome little Taoist priest wearing a cyan Taoist robe and holding a dustwhisk in his hand.

What a clean little Taoist!

At first glance, he felt that the little Taoist priest who spoke was so clean, as if the dust in the world did not touch his body, and standing with the group of Confucian scholars, he inexplicably had a sense of standing out from the crowd.

The steward of Feng Yage saw a small mouth and said that the painting of the young owner was almost meaningful, and he snorted coldly at the moment to protect the master: "Xiaodao is not very old, and his tone is really not small." ”

"Don't be rude!"

Shen Pingchuan glared at him, then arched his hand at the little Taoist priest, and said apologetically: "The subordinate is rude, and he also looks at the Taoist Haihan." ”

"It's okay..."

"In Xia Shen Pingchuan, didn't you ask the Taoist chief for his name?"

"Poor Zhang Xiuyuan, polite."

Zhang Xiuyuan saw that his attitude was kind and not fake, and he also politely returned the courtesy.

"I just heard what the Taoist said, Shen has more than enough painting skills, but he is not angry enough, but he doesn't know what he means?"

After Shen Pingchuan finished speaking, he also felt that his words were a little ambiguous, not like asking for advice, but like accountability, and hurriedly added: "Don't blame Daochang Zhang, Shen has been obsessed with Danqing for many years, and it is the first time that he has heard that the painting is not angry enough, so he is a little curious, and he has no other intentions." ”

"If you want to draw the moon, you can't just draw the moon."

Zhang Xiuyuan shook his head, handed over the dust in his hand to the junior sister beside him, and then walked to the desk, rolled up his cuffs and said with a smile: "Shen Jushi, Poor Dao has also studied Danqing a little, can you allow Poor Dao to add a few strokes to this painting?" ”

"I can't ask for it!"

When Shen Pingchuan heard the sentence 'If you want to draw the moon, you can't just draw the moon', he felt his heart tremble, his eyes lit up a little, and when he saw that he wanted to add a few strokes, he hurriedly turned sideways to give up his position and made a gesture of 'please'.

"I hope that the Taoist will not hesitate to give advice!"

"I don't dare to teach him, the poor road painting skills are average, and I hope that Shen Jushi will not blame the poor road for practicing treasure paintings."

Zhang Xiuyuan said politely, and then took the pen to add a few vivid villains to the painting of "the tip of the moon".

"Fang Cai Poor Dao also said that if you want to draw the moon, you can't just draw the moon. It's too monotonous, and there's no life in the painting. ”

"The theme is the month, and you can draw a parting; Painting Gatherings; The best time to paint can be painted, and it is difficult to make an appointment with a beautiful woman; You can paint the meaning of oil with whom to say, autumn wind and falling leaves; You can look back suddenly, and the lights are dim; You can also draw a toast to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a trio; You can also draw a thousand miles of Chanjuan, and there is nowhere to put lovesickness. ”

Every time he said a word, he sketched one or two more vivid villains, some of whom parted under the moonlight, holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes; There are pairs of villains gathering on the stone bridge, hugging each other to express their sorrows; There are also little people leaning on the railing alone, looking back suddenly......

Shen Pingchuan's head was blank, and he looked at the Taoist priest talking to himself in a daze, as if every word he said and every person he sketched on the painting was a brand new painting!!

How did he associate the 'moon' with parting and reunion?

How did he associate the 'moon' with loneliness and paint that faint melancholy?

How did he associate the 'moon' with his sorrow without any sense of disobedience?

He is......

Shen Pingchuan looked at the painting and trembled slightly, his breathing was a little short, and he inexplicably felt in his heart that he could still paint like this!

After Zhang Xiuyuan finished painting, the 'moon tip' in his pen was no longer in shape, because there were too many additions, and it could even be said to be messy.

But seeing Shen Pingchuan's enlightened expression, he knew that most of this was done.

Among the Confucian scholars who watched the excitement around, some of them frowned as if they had realized, and some of them wanted to open their mouths to reprimand this little Taoist priest for practicing treasure paintings.

And Zhang Miaoshan only thinks that his senior brother is really powerful.

"Sir, I see! I get it!! ”

Shen Pingchuan's face was flushed, and he looked at Zhang Xiuyuan with excitement and said, "I understand what Mr. said 'lack of life in the painting'!" ”

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Zhang Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows and pretended to be surprised, put down the pen in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Really understand?" Got it? ”

“……”

Shen Pingchuan's breath stagnated, and he bowed to the disciple salute with a straight face, and responded: "Please also teach me, sir!" There will be great thanks afterwards! ”

Zhang Xiuyuan bowed his head slightly and asked, "How to draw the style?" ”

"The wind... Wind ......"

Shen Pingchuan's face stiffened when he heard this, and when he was thinking about how to answer, his hands were clenched tightly, and he didn't know that his knuckles were faintly white.

"If you want to paint the wind, you can't just paint the wind..."

Zhang Xiuyuan said to himself: "You have to draw the curvature of the treetops and the ripples of the lake; You have to draw the sound of the leaves and the path it takes to land; You have to draw where the clouds go, where the sand flies, where the smoke goes; You have to draw the bells hanging by the eaves, the light boats and the rafts rippling with the waves, the swings swaying gently..."

He smiled secretly, and asked meaningfully, "Do you have an idea?" ”

Shen Pingchuan nodded excitedly, "Yes!" ”

"Next~"