If he is determined to practice Danqing, Ye Junsheng's daily kung fu has one more content, and he will share some time. However, he was well distributed and arranged in an orderly manner, and it did not have much impact.

More than ten days later, the pen Danqing gradually sprouted a charm, and it looked like it.

In order to paint better, Ye Junsheng took time out of time from time to time to go out in the wild to collect wind - these are all necessary activities, reading thousands of books and walking thousands of miles. The same is true for painting, with a greater emphasis on life practice. After all, if you can't even figure out the appearance of the leaves and the outline of the beast by relying only on imagination, how can you make a good picture?

In the past, nerds worked behind closed doors, basically copying, and although they were perfect in terms of skills, they were full of craftsmanship and lack of agility, and the value of the things drawn was not high.

As a human being in two lives, Ye Junsheng is very experienced, and naturally knows how to make up for the shortcomings.

Moreover, when he was in the wilderness and there was no one around, he could also summon flying swords from time to time, cast spells such as earth and water escape, and practice cultivation on the spot, which would be of great benefit to his cultivation.

There is cultivation in the body, which is completely different from the scholar's talent, and the physical advantage is fed back, which is reflected in the calligraphy Danqing, and can always show some unusual posture and movements. When others draw with one pen, then there are three, or even five pens between the fingers at the same time, and several lines go hand in hand, which is enough to show all kinds of skills to the fullest.

Ye Junsheng's character is not the kind of person who is complacent, conformist, and brave in innovation - of course, this innovation is more for the current era, in the next life, many things have actually been played badly, or have been realized by stunts on the screen.

There are no stunts in this world, not afraid, there is a way.

In fact, from a certain point of view, Taoism is often more rebellious than stunts. No matter how realistic the stunt is, it's always fake. The Tao is different, turning iron into gold, blowing a breath, can really make the branches bloom.

This kind of magical means is still very far away for Ye Junsheng at present, but some skills in the emergence stage, just take out a star and a half, and use it in calligraphy Danqing, it is still more than enough.

For example, if you use the Xuanhuang stubborn stone of heaven and earth to seal the calligraphy, you can make an ordinary character become a magic tool, and the strokes will give birth to the spirit and move people's hearts.

Anyway, with a strength base, countless variables can naturally evolve, which greatly saves time. It takes several hours, or even days, for others to paint a painting, but Ye Junsheng can do it in half a cup of tea, and it can also ensure that the pen is vigorous and not a graffiti work.

As a warlock, even if you can't show off in normal times, you can use some unknown means to improve efficiency appropriately, and it is just right.

So, in the next few months, Ye Junsheng spent a lot of time studying the problem of painting techniques, and finally developed a set of practical solutions.

Time flies, autumn is deep.

Ye Jun was born out of the city to paint maple leaves.

Walk to no man's land, sacrifice the flying sword, and cast the earth to escape and hurry. It didn't take long to rush to the foot of Guyun Peak, come out, and walk leisurely with a book on his back. From the outside, it looks no different from a study tour.

There is a maple forest at the north foot of Guyun Peak, the maple tree is continuous, and it is rendered red in autumn, it is a large area, and it is very good-looking.

When the season comes, there are often literati and visitors who come to watch it, hoping to arouse interest and make excellent works.

Ye Junsheng looked left and right, and saw many traces of literati. Especially in the pavilion built in the forest, there are many rioters gathered in twos and threes. or cook wine around the hearth, or stand and point. Poetry and lyrics roll out. Singing harmony with each other, bursting into applause from time to time.

Ye Junsheng was alone, but he seemed a little lonely.

The surrounding environment was too noisy, so he didn't stop all the way and went straight into the depths of the forest. The inside is not as wild as the primeval forest, because it belongs to the scenic spot, and it is paved with a winding stone path. At the edge of the path, pavilions are erected at intervals.

This pavilion is quite rudimentary, with three pillars erected and the canopy covered with thatch. Although it is a little simpler, it is not ambiguous at all to protect it from the sun and rain.

Deep in the maple forest, it is relatively quiet.

Ye Junsheng chose an unmanned pavilion, walked in, put down the book, took out the four treasures of the study room one by one, and spread them out on the stone table in the middle of the pavilion.

As soon as the thoughts were brewed, I began to draw maple leaves.

Look around and take a closer look. It didn't take long to know the movements and attitudes of many maple leaves, and immediately splashed ink.

But when he saw him holding a pen in both hands, one long and one short, one large and one small, one left and one right, he flicked and flew at the same time, and the ink fell like raindrops on the white paper.

However, in the time of half a pillar of incense, a "Maple Evening Picture" was completed.

At this speed, I'm afraid that no one will believe it.

With a gentle blow on the paper, the ink dries out and begins to examine. Overall, there is a certain level, but the distance requirements are still unsatisfactory.

Ye Junsheng stretched out his hand and rubbed it, rubbed it into a ball, and threw it directly on the ground.

Keep writing...... If I painted five paintings in a row, I did not meet the ideal standard. In fact, if these paintings are sold on the market, they may be able to sell for a hundred and ten yuan. If it were the poor days that were stretched thin before, Ye Junsheng would definitely have sold them.

It's just that at present, life problems are worry-free, and the requirements for the quality of works are rising. On the other hand, it is about developing an attitude and principle of "excellence", which is a very important part of the reputation of the business sign.

It's like the book saints who can sell a word for such a high price if they write all day long. Write a dozen or even dozens of paintings every day, and if you sell them, won't the wealth you can get rival the rich?

The problem is that the formula for calculating it is not calculated this way. Moreover, when people become famous, people's ideological realms are naturally different, and the requirements are also different.

Only in this way can we go to a higher level.

After a few paintings were unsatisfactory, Ye Junsheng simply collected the pen and ink, put it back in the book, and began to transfer the place, preparing to look elsewhere.

After he left, about half an hour, a group of scholars poured into the forest. All of them are neat and dignified in robes, with free and easy hair bands, and gold fans in their hands.

There are seven or eight scholars in this group. The first two, obviously the core, are at the forefront. Everyone else is like the stars and the moon, hugging around them.

Those two, one of them, was Guo Nanming.

"Brother Xuehai, the name of this mountain is 'Guyun Peak', according to legend, the mountain is thousands of feet high in ancient times, and it is named after the clouds. However, later, a sword immortal traveled here, and the flying sword slashed in, cutting off a section of the peak in plain water, before it became like this. ”

Guo Nanming took the initiative to introduce to the young people around him.

The young man was clearly not a local, and when he heard such a legend for the first time, his eyes flashed with curiosity. "Pop", the gold fan in the hand is opened, revealing a graceful landscape on the fan surface, and there is an inscription: The machine is full of apes, and the gods are leisurely.

But it is an aphorism from the Tang Dynasty Xu Hun, if it is pointed.

He smiled and said: "In the land of China, there is no shortage of legends since ancient times, and we scholars just follow the sage's will to 'sacrifice to the gods as if the gods are there'." But in the vastness of the world, where are the sword immortals?"

Guo Nanming echoed: "What Brother Xuehai said is extremely true. ”

This young man, surnamed Mei, with the word "Snow Sea", comes from Yangzhou Academy in the south of the Yangtze River, has a great background, and is one of the three famous talents in the south of the Yangtze River.

Throughout the ages, the Jiangnan capital has a flourishing literary style, outstanding people, and many amazing and brilliant people have emerged from generation to generation. It's not like the north, it's not green.

As the so-called Jiangnan is full of talents, they are full of talents, they are violet and red, competing for romance, and they are full of color.

On the Jizhou side, Ye Junsheng became famous with several masterpieces, and he won the championship in one fell swoop, and even won the title of "the first genius in the north". But in Jiangnan, such things dare not be imagined, and they will not happen. It's all because there are a lot of talents in the major state capitals over there, and there are too many people who are equal in strength. Since ancient times, "there is no first", and no one is convinced of others in their hearts.

Don't say anything else, even Guo Nanming is very unconvinced by Ye Junsheng now, he just wants to find a suitable time to win back a game.

At present, the most suitable time is undoubtedly the "World's First Talent" competition to be held in Yangzhou Academy next year. Because of the emperor's own imperial letter, it has risen from a non-governmental activity to an official activity. As long as he wins the championship, he will be recognized as the first talent in the world.

At that time, who will dare not be convinced?

Whoever is not convinced and wants to oppose it is to oppose the emperor's choice and seek death! But the crime of great rebellion will really cut off his head.

Before Guo Nanming traveled to study in Jiangnan, he got acquainted with Mei Xuehai, had similar temperaments, appreciated each other's talents, and became good friends.

Time has passed, but now it is Mei Xuehai who traveled north to study and came to Jizhou.

"If it weren't for the tight schedule, I would need to return to Yangzhou tomorrow, I really want to try it with that Ye Junsheng. He rushed to come, and he had the meaning of meeting Ye Junsheng for a while.

With time, Ye Junsheng's lyrics have slowly spread to the south of the Yangtze River, causing a lot of commotion.

At the same time, it also aroused the fighting spirit of the southern talents, and they wanted to compete for their strengths and weaknesses.

Guo Nanming said with a smile: "Brother Xuehai, why should you be in a hurry, when the talent competition comes, Ye Junsheng will also go." ”

Mei Xuehai said: "If it weren't for that, I would definitely find time to find him, so that this trip to the north would be in vain." Okay, then Jiangnan will meet again, and the male and female will distinguish themselves. I only hope that he can not only write words, but also have some level of calligraphy, otherwise it will be too boring. ”

He is also an extremely arrogant person, but compared to Guo Nanming's arrogance, he is more restrained.

"Hey, there's someone here throwing away a couple of scrap paintings. ”

When he came to the pavilion where Ye Junsheng was before, someone found the paper balls on the ground, opened them one by one, and watched.

Mei Xuehai took one, only glanced at it, and said with a smile: "This level is as straight as a child's pen, and it is unbearable." ”

With a wave of his hand, he threw the paper on the ground.

Guo Nanming said with a smile: "Brother Xuehai is known as 'poetry and painting', such a painting, of course, is not eye-catching...... Well, it's not early, let's go out. ”

The group walked away from the other side of the stone road, talking and laughing.

(To be continued)