Royal Master Painter

Chapter 15

In Lin'an City, the prefect Lin Fan is the absolute authority, and his birthday banquet is naturally very lively, rich businessmen in the city have all presented big gifts, and these people have never even seen Lin Fan.

Lin Fan is a literati who pretends to be noble, and the people he associates with are all scholars who have read poetry and books, and he likes to talk about calligraphy, painting and poetry with others.

The guests at the banquet in the courtyard of the prefect's mansion chatted happily. Prefect Lin Fan was over fifty years old but still looked very young, with a tall and straight figure and short beard, and a bright smile on his face.

"Bo Yong, it's a sin for you to come here in person, a mere bitch."

Lin Fan raised his glass, and the person he could personally receive was not an ordinary person. Feng Boyong was the dean of Shanglin Academy.

"Old Lin, we are both young and we have known each other for almost half our lives. How can such a big event not happen, let alone you and I are in Lin'an City," Feng Boyong said with a smile.

"I heard that Lu Jing from Guzong Academy came to Shanglin Academy to discuss painting skills? What was the final result?" Lin Fan asked curiously.

"Lu Jing is the descendant of that old fellow Lu Lian. I was a little worried at first. After all, Lu Jing's talent is among the top three in Yunzhou. No one in Shanglin Academy can surpass him in Danqing except for Lingnu.

But it's strange to say that Lu Jing stayed in the city for two days and did not go to the academy but left a letter to leave. "Feng Boyong still doesn't know what's going on.
"Impossible, Wanxi has been staying at the mansion for the past few days and has not gone out." Lin Fan shook his head and denied this idea.

While the two were talking, Lin Wanxi walked in carrying a wooden box.

"Father, today is your fiftieth birthday. I know you like calligraphy and painting. This is a gift I specially prepared for you."

"Have a heart"

Lin Fan is very satisfied with his daughter, she is not only talented but also pure-hearted, almost impeccable except for a little willfulness.

"Old Feng, come and enjoy it together?"

When taking out the picture of Chunxuan from the wooden box, both of them saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"You drew this?"

The prefect and the dean of the academy are two big bosses of Lin Ancheng, one is Lin Wanxi's biological father, and the other is his teacher. They are very familiar with Lin Wanxi's painting skills and brushwork, but the brushwork in this painting is obviously a little different.

"Tell me how this painting is first." Lin Wanxi bought it off.

"Fanpin painting, and it is a very high-level fanpin painting, and its meaning is also very good." As the dean of the academy, Feng Boyong can naturally tell the grade at a glance.

"The strokes are neat and dignified, the shape is ingenious and varied, and the colors are also very quaint"

Lin Fan thought it was his daughter's painting, so he commented very satisfied, but soon his eyes became serious, and he pointed to a place on the trunk of the toon tree.

"Old Feng, look here, this stroke of seconds, the tip of the pen pushes against the trend and spreads out, producing white in the strokes, making this piece look vigorous and spicy"

"Danqing mainly has four major techniques: hooking, rubbing, dotting, and dyeing, and there are twelve kinds of rubbing methods, but this is the first time I have seen this kind of rubbing method." Feng Boyong was also a little surprised.

Originally, there were some deficiencies in this painting, some places where the brushwork was out of the way, and some places made very idiotic mistakes, but the more they looked at it, the more they were shocked.

It wouldn't be surprising if there was only this kind of texturing method, but after a closer look, the two found three unprecedented painting techniques and brushwork in the painting.

"Wanxi was definitely not drawn by you," Lin Fan directly concluded.

"Which master did this painting come from?" Feng Boyong asked.

"Ah... this... this is drawn by a teenager"

"Young man? Impossible"

When Lin Wanxi narrated the scene where he met Jiang Li in Lin'an City, there was only one thought in the two of them's minds, and that was a genius descended from heaven.

"What's the boy's name and where is he now?"

"I don't know, the thief ran away after asking for my money, and took all my paints with me."

Lin Wanxi complained that at first she wanted to teach Jiang Greed a lesson, but it seemed that he was the one who was humiliated in the end.

"He only wanted 600 taels of silver and a little paint?" Feng Boyong asked incredulously.

"That's right, this kid is too dark, that's all my cases this month"

"Black? Now all painters are looking for breakthroughs, and these two unprecedented cracking methods and one dyeing method are worth a lot of money to painters. Just 600 taels let you pick up a big bargain, which is also yours." Good luck," Feng Boyong said with emotion.

Because Jiang Greed sold it for 600 taels, he thought secretly that he had made a fortune. He was afraid that the buyer would come to him, and he would never have guessed that he would be the one who suffered in the end.

"Sir, are you saying that this painting is very good?"

"Wanxi, don't look at your peers in our Shanglin Academy, but your paintings are more than a point inferior to this boy's." Lin Fan said very pertinently.

"Finding this person is very important to me. Our Shanglin Academy is ranked last among the 23 places. Every year, this old man can't help but feel ashamed in the Wenfu University Examination.

This year, it is you who gave the old man face and sent a talent like Wanxi to me to make me look good, but if we can bring this painting boy to Shanglin Academy, maybe we can return to the top three! "Feng Boyong's expression was a little excited.

The prefect's mansion sent many servants to search for Jiang Li's whereabouts, but at the same time, there was another group of people.

When Jiang Greed returned, he just turned around and entered a small alley, and two people at the front and back blocked the entrance and exit of the alley.

"Our shopkeeper wants to see you," said one person.

"Your shopkeeper? Qian Tong?" The only shopkeeper Jiang Greed has known since coming to Lin'an City is Qian Tong.

"Don't ask too many questions and just follow us"

"What if I don't go?"

"Then don't blame us for being rude"

The four big Hans kept approaching Jiang Li. Although they were all tall and powerful, they were ordinary people and not cultivators. It was naturally difficult to deal with a painter.

When a person's hand was about to grab Jiang Lu's shoulder, Jiang Lu's body glowed green, and a slender branch protruded from the green to directly tie the arm.

I don’t know when Jiang Gu took out a picture scroll from the book tube. With his spiritual power, a willow tree penetrated the paper and grew out of thin air. In a blink of an eye, it was two or three feet high, green and rippling, full of luxuriant branches. Dance like a madman.

This is the first time Jiang Greed used the painting method to fight against the enemy. The willow painting spirit seems to be connected with him, and the willow tree will make corresponding moves when Jiang Greed thinks about it.

A branch was like a whip, and it lashed at the four people who were about to take him away.

"Danqing method is still very easy to use."

Jiang Gu was very satisfied. This was the lowest low-grade painting that he usually painted in practice. All the painting spirits of the paintings below the middle grade can only be used once, and the painting will be destroyed after use.

Seeing that the willow tree's luster was getting dimmer and gradually dissipating, Jiang Li got up and left. At the same time, the branches of the willow tree weaved flexibly in the air and turned into a cage, trapping all four of them in the middle and hanging in mid-air. No matter how much the four of them resisted, they couldn't break free. Jiang Li also maliciously manipulated Hualing to strip off the clothes of these people.

Not long after Jiang Gu left, Hualing, who had no spiritual support, collapsed into dots of ink, and the four of them fell from mid-air with a lot of paint on their faces.

Jiang Greed felt a little uneasy. He had offended not only the shopkeeper of Tongbao Pavilion, but also the daughter of the eunuch. Once these troubles came to him, he would be a little hard to deal with, so he might as well go out to avoid the limelight.

As for where to go, he has already made plans. There is still some time before the Gongsheng exam, and he plans to go to Shimen Mountain to find colored stones to make some better-looking paints.

After all, the quality of his current paints is too poor and the grade is too low, and the brushwork is okay, but the paints he wants to use for the exam are still a little worse.

(End of this chapter)