Royal Master Painter

Chapter 118 Yan Liliu

Unlike the other students in the outer house who worked harder than the students in the inner house, Jiang Li was just dawdling, sleeping until he naturally woke up in the middle of the noon.

Yawning and walking into Danqing Garden, he found a corner and leaned back very naturally, then closed his eyes. Since he came to Wenfu, he didn't seem to get enough sleep.

His sleep quality has deteriorated a lot since graduation, and now he seems to have regained the feeling he had when he was in school.

In other people's eyes, Jiang Li is a waste of youth, but in Jiang Li's own eyes, he is nostalgic.

The feeling of wasting time can't be expressed by a simple word.

Danqingyuan has two direct lectures, He Qingzhi is in charge of teaching cultivation methods, and today this one is in charge of teaching painting skills.

"I often use ox hair to paint mountains and rocks in Wenfu"

This teaching also made a demonstration.

"The brushwork is also dominated by the center, thirsty for light ink, and rubbed layer by layer."

"The advantage of Niu Mao Cun is that dense short strokes are layered to express the lushness and lushness of the mountain."

"But I met a young man in Lin'an City, his method of painting mountains and rocks is different from all the methods of Wenfu.

The young man called this painting method a small axe, and the direction of the brush is changed to a side edge. When the pen is written, the head is heavy and the tail is light, showing the rigidity of the mountain and rock.

It also evolved from a small axe to a big axe. When painting, the pen is lying on its side like an axe. The shape is a flat head and a pointed tail. The pen is heavy and fast to express the composition of the rock.”

Originally, Jiang Li was dozing off, but when he heard this, he opened his eyes. These two methods of chapping were not created by the painters of Yuling Continent, but he brought them here himself.

When he saw this new teaching, he was shocked, and he turned his head and left without hesitation.

"That sacrificial student, you came the latest, why did you leave the earliest? Is this the reason for learning painting?"

Jiang Li didn't expect that this teaching was actually Yan Liliu who sold finger paintings in Lin'an City!

Yan Liliu hated young people wasting their time and wasting their talents the most, but when he saw this person's back, he felt very familiar.

"Wait, don't run..." Yan Liliu hurriedly shouted as if he had thought of something.

Why run slowly, I have to go fast!

"Practice yourself, I have something to do now"

Yan Liliu left Danqingyuan Shesheng who was full of doubts. No one knew what was going on.

"Master, master..."

Seeing Yan Liliu shouting while running, Jiang Li was afraid of attracting more people, so he could only stand where he was.

"Master, do you know that I have been looking for you in Lin'an City for a long time?"

Yan Liliu's face was full of excitement, completely disregarding his age and status, he was not ashamed to ask the question so that the teacher was afraid.

"Yan Jiaoxi, do you know that I have been hiding from you in Lin'an City for a long time?" Jiang Greed said helplessly.

"Hiding? Why are you hiding from me? I just want to teach you how to draw."

"Don't call me Master, you can call me Jiang Greed"

"Regardless of your cultivation level and painting skills alone, you are enough to be my teacher. Isn't it too presumptuous to call you by your name directly? The so-called masters come first..."

"Stop, stop, now you are a teacher, I am a student, or a student in a foreign house"

Jiang Greed wanted to emphasize that the two had different identities, but Yan Liliu thought that Jiang Greed wanted to switch identities with him.

"If you teach, I can give up my life"

"Master Yan, please forgive me."

"You heard it in Danqingyuan just now, although my painting skills are not bad, but they have reached the upper limit of what I can comprehend.

I want to broaden the way of painting. Since 20 years ago, I have been trying to change the style, but my talent is limited, and I have always been outside the threshold for finger painting.

When I met you in Lin'an City, a few words made me suddenly enlightened! "

Jiang Li could tell that Yan Liliu was a person who was obsessed with painting skills.

"Yan Jiaoxi, my understanding of finger painting is also very limited. I am willing to share it with you at any time, but can you stop calling me Master and just call me by my name?"

"Fine"

Yan Liliu finally agreed.

"Finger painting, with the giant brush as the big brush, the middle finger of the index finger as the medium brush, and the little finger of the ring finger as the thin brush, according to the opportunity, with the air, the ancient style, surpassing Hengqi, like Guan Chengjun. , made by hand, compared with ordinary paintings, it is more interesting." This is Jiang Li's own summary of finger painting.

"So the way of finger painting can go through?"

Yan Liliu had wondered countless times whether he had walked into a dead end, and wanted to find an expert to point him out, but even if Lu Daoxuan was not proficient in this way, the entire Xuan Kingdom knew better than him in finger painting, and only one who knew better than him To the young Jiang Li.

"can!"

After Jiang Greed gave an affirmative answer, Yan Liliu's eyes lit up.

"Finger painting techniques such as pointing, hooking, rubbing, splashing ink, etc. There are many kinds of pointing methods, such as pointing with fingertips, pointing with fingers, and pointing with fingers. There is more ink but light pointing, less ink but heavy pointing, one touch can not be repeated. "

"In a word, finger painting has a peculiar way of using the brush, which has the beauty that brush and ink can't reach.

Like a student, Yan Liliu memorized everything Jiang Li said, and kept imitating it with his hands.

Jiang Tan saw that Old Yantou was a little fascinated, and he left quietly without disturbing him.

The reason why he knows about finger painting is because when he was learning painting, his teacher told him about this painting method, which is considered a wonderful work in Danqing.

Jiang Greed is also limited to some theoretical knowledge, and has never practiced it himself.

Now there are practitioners, Jiang Li is not stingy to teach his theory to Yan Liliu.

Every time I saw Yan Liliujiang greedy, I was a little panicked, so I simply skipped the old man's class. Anyway, what he lacks now is the practice method, not the painting skills.

Unable to go to Danqingyuan to attend classes, Jiang Greed could only become a street runner, wandering around the Wenfu.

When passing by Fuyuan by accident, I heard the sound of endorsement coming from inside.

Although the students in the other houses have no rights, they have the freedom to choose the courses they like to attend in the three gardens.

In order to avoid Yan Liliu, Jiang Li felt that it would be a good choice for him to visit Fuyuan.

After all, in addition to his good paintings, he also memorized those famous poems through the ages. It would be a pity if he didn't use them.

The scenery of Fuyuan is much worse than that of Danqingyuan. There are all stone tablets in Fuyuan, and each stone tablet is engraved with excellent chapters left by previous students of Fuyuan.

Jiang Gu took a look, and found that besides Fu and poems, the writing of these Fu can only be regarded as okay, and it is much worse than Li Du and Han Liu's classics handed down from generation to generation.

The husband of Fuyuan, Zhou Mengde, is an old man with a rigid face and the strictest instructor in the entire Wenfu. He is dressed in a gray cloth robe that has been washed and is somewhat whitish. He sits on a chair and holds a scroll.

As long as the sound of reciting keeps on, he doesn't care about these students.

"Mr. Zhou, it has been nearly half a month since we came to Fuyuan, and we recite these steles every day, even our throats are dry. Is it true that doing Fusheng's daily homework is memorizing?"

Some people were slightly dissatisfied in their tone. They originally thought that life in Wenfu would be very colorful, but they didn't expect it to be so boring.

In the Wen Mansion, unlike the Confucian Mansion, the identity hierarchy is deliberately strengthened, so people here are more free, and debates with the husband often happen in court.

After Zhou Mengde finished listening, he put down the book in his hand and straightened his face.

(End of this chapter)