"The art of Danqing, since ancient times, our ancestors recorded everything with pictures, until the word ancestor Cangjie realized the words from the painting, and the record is a change. But the heaven and earth are natural, ghostly and wonderful, gorgeous and colorful, or the river is surging, or the wall is standing thousands of miles, or the grass is new, or the dead branches and old trees, which cannot be described by words, but Danqing can be presented!

"Come on, put pen and ink on paper and inkstone!"

With Steward Liu's command, there were servants rushing out, and after a while, dozens of desks were set up, and there were fine rice paper, paperweights, brushes, ink, pen holders, pen curtains, plates, pen washes, pen hangings, and cinnabar and green cheeks and other toning things.

After the slaves retreated, Steward Liu stepped forward again, pointed to a stick of incense that had just been lit and said: "The time for painting this time is two quarters of an hour, and the time for this incense to burn out will come, as for the thing painted, it is the lotus pond under the moon, okay, now please invite all the sons to the stage!"

As soon as Steward Liu's words fell, he saw eighteen talented men in green shirts who were quite confident in painting leaving their seats and walking towards the desk! Looking at his life and dress, most of them were rich and noble children, and only three of them were from poor families, which made Zhang Xuan have to sigh at the difficulty of being a poor scholar.

"Fortunately, it is the Dayong Dynasty that has passed through the imperial examination, if it is a dynasty like the Wei and Jin Dynasties, wouldn't it never have a bright day? Thank you Yang Guang!"

"What's the matter, Brother Zhong Ying doesn't go up and try it?" Zhang Xuan watched Guo Huai get up, but he didn't take two steps before he retreated again, and said in surprise.

"Hehe, you can see it again!" Hearing this, Guo Huai shook his head and smiled bitterly, pointing to the stage.

The three of them looked at it and found that of the eighteen people who had just walked halfway and had not yet sat down, fifteen of them walked back with dejected faces, and there were only three people left on the field in an instant!

"This?" was a surprise to the three of them.

Among them, Zhang Xuan is the most, and the three people are the three children of the poor family: "This, when did the children of the poor family become so strong? It makes people lose even the heart to win!"

"Huh!" Guo Huai seemed to have expected it, there was no surprise on his face, and he pointed to a weak-crowned tall and thin young man among the three and said: "This person's name is Wu Feng, the word comes from the east, likes to paint, is less poor, often paints in the fluffy and gravel land, when he was eight years old, he met the painting saint Wu Daozi, in vain, he practiced for ten years, and a year ago he went out of the customs, and he was defeated by the world's top ten painting masters, and was rated as 'the one who can surpass, for the east to the ear', but this person loves to paint and is not a difficult person to get along with, even if he loses to the ten people in his hands, he is also happy and convinced! Hey, I wanted to show my strengths in this game, but I didn't expect him to come too!"

In fact, it's no wonder that Guo Huai didn't notice that this Wu Feng is worthy of having the word "idiot" in his name, not to mention sitting alone in a corner, it was Zhang Xuan who unlocked the Zhenlong chess game, and he just glanced at it in surprise, but when Wei Lingxue played the famous song "Guangling San" before, he listened to it and was fascinated, maybe this is the so-called artistic resonance?

"Painting Saint Wu Daozi?" Sun Tzu Chu exclaimed.

This Wu Daozi is the first person in the world to paint the Tao, good at Buddhism, gods and ghosts, people, landscapes, birds and beasts, plants and trees, pavilions, etc., especially good at Buddhism, characters, good at mural creation. This year is 120 years old, after five dynasties, the legend of his painting trees swaying, painting birds chirping, painting people blinking, skills are almost Tao, respected by the world as the saint of painting, that is, the current emperor wants to let him paint a painting also have to make an appointment in advance!

"I see, I studied under the painting saint, I was not a weak crown at a young age, and I lost all the top ten masters in the world, no wonder you don't even have the courage to compete, this is simply a demon!" Wang Fatzi patted Guo Huai's shoulder and sighed.

"Demon?" Guo Huai looked at Wang Fatzi with some confusion, but Wang Fatzi looked at Zhang Xuan.

"It's too much beyond ordinary people, it's beyond the reach of ordinary people, I call it a demon!" Zhang Xuan touched his nose and explained with a wry smile.

This is a new term that I have brought with me.

"Young master, that person is so powerful, there are two scholars!" the little girl pulled Zhang Xuan's sleeve and pointed to the front.

"Huh?" The four of them looked ahead in surprise, and saw that the two people left behind did not choose their own seats, but one helped Wu Feng polish the ink, and the other helped him spread rice paper, and they beat their hands, with admiration and respect!

No wonder the little girl said that he had two scholars, isn't this kind of work done by scholars?

So, at this time, there was a strange scene in the open space of the square, with more than 20 desks, but only one person really painted!

"Hey, why don't you see our erudite Brother Zhang Wenbo!" A curious voice sounded, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Zhang Xuan followed the sound and saw that Ma Wencai was standing up and looking around, but he could see that the afterglow of his eyes never left him.

"Well, it's up to you to produce any more moths!"

"Zhang Xuan of Wei County is here, I don't know what Brother Ma has to say?" Zhang Xuan stood up and replied, and bit the horse character very hard!

The angry Ma Wencai's face flashed, and it took a while to calm down and say: "Brother Zhang has a dream all his life, first there are thousands of famous songs Guangling San, and then he breaks the thousand-year-old chess game Holy Emperor Zhenlong, presumably he is also proficient in painting, Brother Wu is inevitably a little lonely when painting on it alone, Brother Zhang might as well come up and open our eyes?"

Such a simple method of agitation, Zhang Xuan will naturally not be tricked, if it is a sketch, Zhang Xuan can also give it a try, but with a brush to paint, Zhang Xuan said that it knows itself, he does not know it!

"This Ma Wencai is also dizzy, such a clumsy trick has been used!" Puzzled in his heart, Zhang Xuan didn't show it at all on his face, but just smiled unhurriedly and said: "The younger brother's family is poor, and he even practices calligraphy on the ground, but he can't afford the cost of painting, so he can't do it at all." By the way, Brother Ma was born in a family, and he is already a master on the piano road, so presumably this painting path must be good, why don't you ask Brother Ma to go up and accompany him?"

"Hehe, Brother Zhang said that he laughed, although he knew a little bit about it, he didn't dare to go up and offer ugliness, unlike Brother Zhang, who could not only dream of poetry, but also dream of piano music and ......"

"Ah, Brother Wu has already started, the so-called chess watching is silent, the angler has nothing to say, Brother Ma, let's sit down and watch quietly!" Of course, Zhang Xuan knew what he wanted to say, but he was not interested in entanglement with him, so he unceremoniously interrupted him, and sat down after speaking, and Ma Wencai's face was red and blue!

At this time, Zhang Xuan's attention was all on Wu Feng, but he didn't notice that Ma Wencai's face was calm after sitting down, and he was still unhurried to empty his clothes.

A good Wu Feng, really worthy of the painting saint, defeated the famous painting idiot, I saw that he first closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and then moved his pen to wave, a few strokes, the lotus flowers have been outlined, some of the buds are waiting to be released, some of the flowers are blooming, and some of the flowers are Xie Liupeng.

After a few strokes, the lotus leaves also appeared, and with a flick of the wrist, a puddle of wrinkled lotus ponds in the breeze had begun to take shape.

Then splash ink horizontally and vertically, the octagonal pavilion of the eaves connected by a white jade bridge is located on it, and a round of full moon shines on the top, and the water surface is sparkling.

A quarter of an hour later, a black-and-white picture of a lotus pond under the moon appeared on the paper.

Wu Feng nodded with satisfaction after looking at it, and then kept moving, coloring one by one, after a while, the lotus flower got its powder, the lotus leaf got its green, the jade bridge got its white, the bright moon was bright, the breeze blew, and the white yarn swayed!

As Wu Feng's last stroke fell, Zhang Xuan, who was immersed in his consciousness, could feel the flow of the wind and smell the fragrance of lotus flowers, as if he was really walking on the bank of the lotus pond under the moonlight, and couldn't help but shout: "Okay, what a picture of the moonlight of the lotus pond!"

"Hmm, Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, yes, it's called Moonlight on the Lotus Pond!" Hearing this, Wu Feng first paused, muttered twice, and then picked up the brush again and wrote:

Moonlight on the lotus pond, Mid-Autumn Festival in the fifteenth year of Tiande, made in the Weifu Poetry Society

At this time, there is still a piece of incense to be finished!