Chapter 53: The Picture Scroll (Part II)
After a while, Ji Yuyong and Zhu Yang's painting scrolls were about to be completed, and a vision appeared in the sky.
Pieces of dark clouds flew in from afar, gathered into a ball, and floated over the Huanghua River.
After a while, the dark clouds gathered more and more, and the clouds became thicker and thicker, and lightning suddenly jumped out of the clouds, like snakes dancing wildly.
Many people in the Qingyang Academy noticed that the clouds were abnormal.
A master in the fang market observed the clouds and said, "Draw a ghost and a god, the sky is angry, and thunder falls." This is a painting robbery, it seems that there is a shocking picture scroll born over there, either at the level of the world or the town of the country, otherwise there would not be such a big movement. ”
When the people in the market heard the words of the master, they immediately rose into the air, intending to go over and have a look.
Lang Ting, Dong Gaojun, and Feng Heng were wandering around the Fang City, and when they heard the words of the master, they were curious, and they also flew over with the big team.
It's a pity that just after flying not far away, I saw a ring ruler flying out of the main hall of Qingyang School Palace, blocking everyone's way, and someone said: "Go back, don't disturb." ”
Those who were familiar with it knew that the voice transmitter was Shang Qu, the palace master of Qingyang Academy, but they didn't dare to say anything, turned around and flew back.
stopped everyone, the ring ruler did not fly back, but flew over Ji Yuyong and others, and released a light shield to cover everyone and the nearby mountains and forests, so as not to disturb Ji Yuyong and Zhu Yang in the game.
After a while, Ji Yuyong finished painting.
Gongliang looked down, the ink that fell was either a mountain or a stone, or a cloud or water, at will, as if it was created, drawing out clouds and mist, dyed into wind and rain, as if it was a miracle, looking down on the traces of ink stains, it can be described as a ghostly workmanship.
Gongliang looked at it hastily, raised his head, and looked at the scroll again, and couldn't help but gasp.
If you just look at that painting, it is a landscape with splashed ink. But if you drift away from the landscape and look down on the whole map, you will find that this is not a landscape, but a real dragon painting.
This dragon, with the deep pool as the eye, the stream as the sword, and the rocks, grass and trees as the scale and claw, is really wonderful.
After Ji Yuyong finished painting the landscape, he had to write the poem that Gongliang had just read on the scroll. But now Gongliang felt that the poem was not worthy of this real dragon landscape painting, so he hurriedly snatched Ji Yuyong's brush and whispered in his ear.
Ji Yuyong's eyes lit up, but the brush was taken away by him, and his mind was disturbed, but he couldn't paint a little, so he hurriedly shouted: "Bring the wine." ”
Gongliang hurriedly presented the wine lord.
At this moment, how did he feel like a shopkeeper, specially here to serve people.
After drinking Bajue again, Ji Yuyong felt that he had entered a state, so he threw down the wine jue, snatched the paintbrush in Gongliang's hand, dipped it in ink on the inkstone, and began to wave it on the scroll. I saw that he wrote with a spirit, and every word was like a swimming dragon, swallowing and spitting, floating and sinking, big and small, short and unpredictable.
Zi Chu glanced at it secretly, and when he saw the words on the scroll, he gasped.
Ji Yuyong wrote on the picture scroll: "The dragon can be big and small, it can rise and hide, the big will raise the clouds and spit out the fog, the small will hide the form, the rising will fly between the universe, and the hidden will lurk in the waves." Fang is deep in this spring, the dragon changes when the time comes, and the Jews have the ambition to cross the seas. Dragons are things, comparable to the heroes of the world. ”
Although it is only a short paragraph, it sets off the majestic momentum of the real dragon landscape painting, which makes people dare not look at it directly.
After Ji Yuyong finished writing, he took out a seal engraved with "Turtle Mountain Man" from his arms and stamped it, so far the real dragon landscape painting scroll was completed.
The electric snake, which was originally just flickering in the clouds, suddenly became tyrannical when he finished his painting scroll, and rushed down one after another.
In an instant, the silver snake pierced through the air, and the rumbling sound was endless.
It's just that before it fell, it was blocked by the Book of Heaven and couldn't come down.
Seeing that it could not be bombarded, the electric snake stopped coming down, and all gathered in the clouds, gathering more and more, and the originally small electric snake became thicker.
After Ji Yuyong finished painting, his mental and physical strength was exhausted, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Gongliang stuffed a pill into his mouth and helped him to the side to rest.
Zhu Yang made a stream of landscape paintings, because the materials are bright, so it looks very good. If Gongliang was worried that Ji Yuyong's True Dragon Landscape Painting Scroll would lose to him just now, he wouldn't be worried at all now.
After a while, Zhu Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, exhaled, and finally finished painting.
This landscape painting can be said to be his current pinnacle work, which he has never painted before, and now that he is finished, even he is satisfied.
After the two finished drawing, the ring ruler flying above put away the light mask and flew back.
The Book of Heaven floating above the Qingyang Academy Palace no longer blocked the electric snake scurrying in the clouds, let it come down.
Every time a stunning work appears, it has to go through a thunderstorm. In the words of Gongliang, it is to recharge and open the light, that is, to awaken the soul in the painting.
Seeing that the Book of Heaven was no longer blocked, the thunder tribulation that had been gathering momentum for a long time suddenly slashed down.
"Boom"
The silver snake pierced through the air and bombarded the two picture scrolls, and the scattered electric light danced on the picture scrolls, frightening Gongliang and the others to hide far away. The real dragon landscape map was hit by an electric snake, but nothing happened, and the original dim ink body was brightened up. Zhu Yang's landscape map of a stream was originally brightly colored, but under the lightning strike, the color was slightly darkened.
One after another, the real dragon landscape scroll became brighter and brighter.
Suddenly, an ink dragon sprang out of the painting and pounced on the electric snake dancing wildly in the clouds.
Looking up, I saw the black dragon chasing the electric snake and biting, but it swallowed up the thunder and lightning in the clouds in a moment.
Without thunder and lightning, the dark clouds hanging over the Huanghua River gradually dispersed, and the ink dragon also flew down, burrowed into the picture scroll, and restored to the real dragon landscape painting.
Zhu Yang's Yixi landscape painting scroll failed to produce the soul of the painting, and the bright colors on it became dull under the repeated bombardment of the electric snake. But fortunately, the colorful mountain contains a little aura, which is also a great luck in misfortune.
With this aura, his landscape painting is not wasted, and after he goes back, he slowly nourishes it with his own true qi, and it is not difficult to become a picture scroll at the level of a town and a country.
Ji Yuyong, who was originally paralyzed on the ground, refined the elixir given by Gongliang, and became energetic again.
At this time, when he saw that the thunder tribulation had dispersed, he jumped up, intending to get the jade pendant he had won.
Suddenly, an old man with a gray beard appeared in front of the long table.
The old man looked down at the real dragon landscape painting scroll, and exclaimed: "What a splashed ink landscape painting, what a real dragon picture scroll." After speaking, he suddenly turned to Ji Yuyong and asked: "Little guy, I am a brother, and the world calls me the 'painting saint'." In this eastern land, there are very few people who say that painting is better than the old man, and you are willing to learn painting from me. ”
When Ji Yuyong heard his words, he felt dizzy.
Anyone who learns to paint doesn't know the name of the "painting saint" Boff, and now he wants to take himself as an apprentice, it's like a dream.
How could he not agree to such a good thing, Ji Yuyong had to open his mouth to respond.
Suddenly, an old man with a gray beard appeared next to Bofu, he seemed to know the painting saint, and when he heard his words, he said angrily: "What's so good about painting, learn calligraphy from me." Look at his wild grass, as long as he exercises a little, he can be the first in the world. In your hands, you are not afraid to bury it. ”
The painter blew his beard and glared: "It's okay to follow you?" Look at the disciples you taught, one by one, crooked melons and cracked dates, none of them can write a hand-me-down article, and you dare to mention it." ”
"Who said that?"
The new old man jumped angrily and said: "I don't know how many disciples are amazingly talented, and there are many people who have been promoted to the Great Confucian, which is like you, there is no disciple who has achieved the position of Great Confucian." ”
"That's better than not having a single disciple of you to write a hand-me-down article, and there are quite a few of my disciples who have made a hand-me-down picture. ”
"Is that what you taught? You all entered the door halfway, and you dared to say it, and you were not afraid of losing face. ”
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Two old men who don't know how old they were quarreled in front of Gongliang and others, they didn't know what to do, and the scene was embarrassing for a while.
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