Utagawa, Tezuka and Miyazaki, the three Fuso painters have always admired the art world of the Celestial Empire, which is also due to cultural genes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The common aesthetic taste of the information has made Wajima the country in the world where the interest in ink painting can be best understood.

Du Yuan was the most unknown among them, and the attention of the audience was attracted by Zhou Fang and Tang Yin, who was sleeping soundly. This young man of later generations subconsciously pressed the pen box in his arms, wondering in his heart, should I tell Mr. Zhou Zhonglang - Wu Daozi's soul is here?

He hesitated, holding back his thoughts for a moment. There are many people talking, especially since these two compatriots and sages are from the underworld, if the impermanence of the Lingbei Mansion knows that Lao Wu's wandering soul is drifting outside, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

At that moment, the five sober people reorganized the banquet and began to drink to each other, except for the drunk Tang Bohu, everyone drank very happily.

Utagawa Kunifang sighed while he was drinking, "I think, this so-called 'Writing Ceremony' doesn't need to be compared." The Celestial Empire team is strong, and we will lose if there is any Mr. Zhou. ”

Zhou Fang lived in the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty before his death, and has been working in the underworld since his death, and he has seen one or two works of ukiyo-e, but he does not know about Utagawa and others. Out of humility, he waved his hand again and again, "It is difficult to distinguish between art and inferiority, because the judging criteria cannot be unified." If you forcibly rank seats, it will definitely be subjective. ”

Tezuka agreed, "Yes, the judge's preference determines the final result, and it's really hard to say now." As a local demon venerable, the white tomb grandmother may be more accustomed to ukiyo-e. ”

"Isn't ukiyo-e printmaking?" Du Yuanqi said, "Could it be that there is still a wood carving on the spot......?"

"Not really. Jun Miyazaki helped him clear his doubts, "There are also many hand-painted works by masters, among which those that are biased towards folk interest will be converted to woodblocks, because the sales are good." But the mass-produced one is not as aura as the original after all. ”

Utagawa Kuniyoshi struck his knee with a folding fan, "Of course! The lines of the prints are printed and pressed, lacking the elasticity of the pen, and the strength of the lines is not divided into beginning and end." The painting is still a painting, but the spirituality is greatly reduced. ”

Tezuka Sasashi applauded, "Good, that's the reason." The reason why art is precious lies in its accident and uniqueness. If it is replaced by mass production, it just kills this shining point. When an artist creates works on the same subject at different stages, he will also add different perceptions from different periods. But mass production can't be done, ten years ago and ten years later, as long as the same plate is used, the printed will be the same......"

Zhou Fang thought so, and simply confided in his heart, "The form of printmaking also originated in the Celestial Empire, and it was first used to print the Bunsen paintings in Buddhist scriptures. Fuso's ukiyo-e, I know a thing or two, in which the engraving prints rely on the screen layered overprint color, lack of shade of dry and wet blending effect, and the line is the same as the dull line, the color has also lost its aura, which is not enough. ”

Du Yuan felt that he was a little unkind as a representative of the Celestial Empire, and added with a smile, "But the special decorative effect of ukiyo-e is indeed wonderful. The contrasting colors that have greatly reduced the purity and brightness are put together to create a vivid and harmonious color, without losing the fun!"

Ge Chuan heard that this little brother was regaining face for the Fuso art world, and he shouted hehe, casting a grateful gaze.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the hallway, and the heels of shoes clattered on the wooden floor, which seemed to be very heavy. The people of the Celestial Empire and Fusang here are all wearing cloth shoes or clogs, and they will never be able to make such a movement.

"It's leather shoes, and there are nails under them. Du Yuan got up and muttered, walked to the door and opened a crack, and looked out curiously.

But seeing that the demon maid Momiji Hunt led three more people in, he was directly invited into the private room at the end of the corridor.

Du Yuan retracted his head, turned around and glared, "The Western team is here, and it's all white." I don't recognize...... But it looks familiar?"

Zhou Fang was very curious, "What does it look like?" Let's listen to it, maybe it's also a character borrowed from the underworld. Maybe you know me well......"

"The first one is a red-haired ghost, with a golden beard and hair, a large mustache with curls, and a nose that is not small. ”

Zhou Fang squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "Pass, next." ”

"The second one had brown and gray hair, and was a thin old man, with a curly beard, and a nose smaller than the one before, but bigger than us. He is the one who wears leather shoelaces and iron palms. ”

“...... This one too, the next one. Zhou Fang gave up again, "Xiao Du, the characteristics you described are very common, how can Western ghosts have small noses." The others laughed good-naturedly.

Du Yuan scratched his neck embarrassedly, "The last one is tall, with white beard and beard, and his hair and beard are three feet long together - like a great magician in a movie." ”

Zhou Fang was stunned for a moment, the cup in his hand tilted to the side, and spilled half a glass of wine. He was unconscious, and muttered, "It's broken......"

"What?" the others asked in unison.

Zhou Fang's face was expressionless, "Nine times out of ten, this guy is Leonardo da Vinci." ”

Du Yuan was struck by lightning, he only felt numb all over his body, and stood at the door speechless. I was surprised and delighted, my forehead was a mother's grin, Leonardo da Vinci! Yes, it must be him. Just looked familiar, because his sketch self-portrait was widely circulated all over the world.

It's been here today, and I've earned it. No, you have to go over and ask for an autograph first!

"I'm going to find out, and I'll get back to you. He slammed the door and flashed out.

The two old men, Jun Miyazaki and Satoshi Tezuka, sat on the tatami mats and shivered, not afraid, but excited.

After a long time, the two looked at each other and smiled, and held their cold hands together.

"Is this a dream? Leonardo da Vincie—" Tezuka sighed.

"Even though I am defeated, I am still glorious. "Miyazaki has already started to throw in the towel. "Shall we come over and say hi too? I happened to bring a business card ......?"

Only Utagawa Kuniyoshi was a native of the Edo period, and he did not know the name of Leonardo da Vinci. He looked at Zhou Fang and asked, "Who are you talking about? This person is very powerful, isn't he?"

Zhou Fang came to his senses, put the cup in the tray, and dusted off the residue on his hand. “...... Pretty impressive. You know, I've never been interested in Western painting, because their painting technique is too focused on depicting light and shadow, and lacks essence. If Eastern art is poetry, then Western art is redundant fiction. But this person is different, although the techniques he uses are not much different from the others, but he can always directly lock the soul of the depicted person through appearances. Let the viewer feel as if they are living in the same room as the person in the painting...... It's almost magical!"

Listening to his introduction, Utagawa was depressed, "...... Yes, it's a tough game. This is the only one in the Western team, not to mention the other two!

Zhou Fang didn't seem to have a bottom, he looked down at Tang Yin, a drunk man who was dripping from sleep, and then thought about Du Yuan, who was young Meng Lang, and shook his head slightly.

After a while, Du Yuan smiled and turned around, closed the door and sat down, showing everyone what he had gained. At the hem of his shirt was written a string of extremely oblique Latin letters, Leonardoser Pierovinci.

He said triumphantly, "Full name, do you see—Leonardo??" Advance?? Del piero?? Reach?? Finch. His old man usually omits his middle name, but today he made an exception and signed a full version!"

Tezuka pulled the corner of his clothes and admired it carefully, envious and jealous. "Yes, yes, what's the smell of sushi?"

"Oh, I was in such a hurry, I dipped my finger in the soy sauce skewer temporarily. Du Yuan's mouth smiled crookedly, "I decided not to wash this dress, and I turned around and framed it in the frame." ”

Utagawa stretched out his head and asked, "Toussaint, what are the other two?"

Du Yuan pursed his lips, "People are very arrogant, and they ignore me." Only Old Man Finch is approachable. ”

The rest sighed for a while, all of them regretted, and each dispelled the idea of inviting the other party to talk in the same room......

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It's night, and the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

The aroma of sake fills the sky over the Kyoto Imperial Palace. The snoring in this side hall is like thunder, full of cross-generational resonance that is rare in the history of human art.

Until noon the next day, the sun rises in the middle of the sky.

The garden in front of the Imperial Pond Court is lively, and dozens of palace maids put up lanterns to decorate the garden in five colors.

In terms of physical strength, Du Yuan is the best among this group of people, he doesn't lack sleep at all, he just meditates and nourishes all night. At the moment, I was attracted by the sound of frolicking outside, and came to the garden to see the freshness.

He sat on a rockery and looked out at the terrain.

Suddenly, he felt an undetectable fluctuation of mana, faintly floating up from under him. That feeling is a little familiar, and it seems to be somewhat close to the state of the Heaven Filling Stone when it tore through the space.

He secretly wondered in his heart, could it be that there was a mending heaven hidden in this palace? If so, then it would be here. What kind of white tomb grandma, you can't beat it, you can't fight it. What is the family of Iris Shigezaburo, if you can't save it, you can't save it, those are all side quests.

Only this mending stone is the mission of Danyuan, maintaining the trust of Danlao. Once discovered, there is no reason to miss it.

Suddenly, an acquaintance walked over, and from a distance, it was a sharp-toothed Momiji Hunting. But seeing that she had a bundle of scrolls under her armpit, she walked all the way to the courtyard, threw it on the ground with a bang, and said to Yan Xiluo, who was commanding the palace maid's arrangement, "Grandma said, the top ten local painters you found in the world are all mediocre talents, and she didn't fancy any of them." We're all dismissed—" she said, a gloating look on her face.

Yan Xiluo was embarrassed and said in surprise, "Ten people were sent away at once? I don't believe it, I'm going to ask my grandmother in person......"

"Hmph, believe it or not. "Momiji Kari turned around and left," Grandma also said, nine people are enough. Writing a picture book is not a cherry blossom viewing meeting, and it is not about the more people, the better. Just let Utagawa Kuniyoshi, Toshu Sai write music and that representative of Miyazaki Fuso. ”

Yan Xiluo was still unconvinced, "Where is Grandma now?"

"If you don't believe it, ask yourself!" her old man is ...... in the dungeon" As if realizing the gaffe, Momiji looked around vigilantly, and stopped the topic and walked away.

Du Yuan shrank and hid under the rockery, and couldn't stop beating the drum in his heart - the underground palace? He had been to this palace twice, but he didn't know that there was a underground palace. Thinking of this, he subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of Zichen Palace, the majestic building was still there at the moment, and it had not been scorched.

Time is really a wonderful thing - Du Yuan didn't have time to think about it, and secretly used his divine sense to lock on to Yan Xiluo, and deliberately followed it......