Royal Master Painter

Chapter 243
Before Wenfu and his party returned, Qingdu had already spread the news that they won the championship this time.

In particular, Jiang Li has won the title of No. 800 in the only Eight Mansions in the Wen Mansion for nearly 1 years. This is an achievement that Li Yelang and Zhang Dian did not achieve back then.

The sale of Jiang Li's paintings in Minglou caused a sensation in Qingdu for a while, and many people who sought paintings broke through the threshold of Minglou.

At the beginning, Fu Yueming was also a little puzzled. Jiang Li's paintings, strokes and colors are very good, but the grade is a bit too low. Basically, they are all middle-grade masterpieces, and they are all paintings that cannot enter the high school of Qingdu. .

After all, how could those painters in the Sunshine Realm study the paintings of a painter in the Xuanling Realm, who is still an unknown painter, especially if the painter is a student from the Wenfu Waishe.

If you let other people know, I'm afraid it will cause a joke.

But it's different now, these rich and powerful families who he can't even get in usually put down their pride to come to such a slightly shabby studio like him.

Fu Yueming saw a hunchbacked old painter reading the paintings hanging on the wall one by one, glanced at a dozen or so paintings, and then went to other places.

Paintings of this level can fool ordinary people, but they won't catch their eyes at all.

Fu Yueming was shocked when he saw the old painter. This is a well-known old painter in Qingdu, Zhong Qingli, the strong man of Qianyuan Mirror, hurriedly bowed to salute, and then supported the old man's arm.

"Master Zhong, why are you here?"

"Boy from the Fu family, don't you sell Jiang Li's paintings here? I can't find any of them. Don't tell the old man that the shit on the wall is just that," Zhong Qingli asked.

"Most of the paintings that Jiang Li put for sale at my place have already been sold. In addition, he went out to practice for a long time, and he went to the Goose Lake Club, so he has no time to paint again," Fu Yueming replied respectfully.

"No more? You won't let the old man make a trip for nothing, right?" Zhong Qingli patted Fu Yueming's arm.

"To tell you the truth, more and more people come to buy Jiang Lian's paintings recently, what's going on?"

"You don't know? This Jiang Greed defeated the peerless genius Yan Youqin of the Confucian Mansion at the Goose Lake meeting and became the number one in the Eight Mansions."

"what?"

Fu Yueming was stunned for a moment, and then his expression was complicated. He has been busy with chores for a while, and he has no time to listen to those rumors in the market. He just knows that this time Wenfu not only won the first prize, but also won the title of No. [-] in the Eight Prefectures, which made the whole Qingdu boil. .

It's just who this person is, Fu Yueming never thought it would be Jiang Greed!

"The old man has given up his old face, are you going to let me go back empty-handed?"

After Zhong Qingli learned that Jiang Li had become the number one in the eight prefectures, he immediately inquired about him. Wenfu Danqingyuan taught Yan Liliu to ask for advice, and then chose to retreat.

His own situation is the same as Yan Liliu's. He has been trapped in the current realm for too many years. Limited by his talent, Dan Qing has never been able to make a big breakthrough along the way, so he desperately wants to get some inspiration from Jiang Li's paintings.

Zhong Qingli's status is very high, even those eunuchs are just equal to him, it is really hard for Fu Yueming to refuse his request.

"Old painter, I still have a copy of Jiang Li's painting, but..."

Seeing that Fu Yueming was in a dilemma, Zhong Qingli thought it was a matter of price, so he said.

"Don't worry, I don't dare to say anything else, I have accumulated a lot of property over the years."

"You misunderstood, I can give you this painting for free, but there are actually some minor problems with this painting..."

As Fu Yueming said, he took out a scroll from a cabinet. The paper was a little shriveled and wrinkled. Zhong Qingli smelled it, and it smelled like wine!
"Painter Jiang made a picture of the Three Rivers and Dragons during the final exam at Shanglin Academy in Lin'an City, but it was lost later. At that time, Jiang Li and I were drinking, and I wanted to repaint it on a whim.

However, when painting, painter Jiang was [-]% drunk, and the wine was spilled on the scroll, so he didn't finish it."

"So it's a fragment?" Zhong Qingli asked.

"kindness"

“Better than nothing”

When Zhong Qingli opened it, a turbulent river seemed to surge out of the screen, majestic and magnificent, just like the water of a big river coming from the sky.

Coupled with the smell of alcohol on the paper, the water in the painting is as mellow as wine.

The imposing strokes of this painting have even reached the height of a high-quality painting, but limited by the spiritual power of the painter, it can only be within the range of a medium-quality painting.

What makes Zhong Qingli even more amazed is the painting technique. Wenfu has three methods of painting water, outlining, rendering, and leaving blank, and is good at expressing static. When expressing dynamics, the technique is a bit single.

But Jiang Li's fragmentary scroll is ingenious, using wave patterns to highlight the surging water of the three rivers, using more center and smooth fronts, and using light, flexible, and crisp brushstrokes to make the water come alive on the paper.

As a brilliant painter, Zhong Qingli could tell that Jiang Greed was already ahead of old guys like them in terms of technique alone, the difference was only in cultivation.

"It's no wonder that Yan Liliu will call him his teacher"

Zhong Qingli rolled up the painting, and put it in the book tube as a treasure. He never thought that one day, with his level of cultivation, he would study the painting skills of a painter in the Xuanling Realm.

"10 taels, not less than one tael"

Fu Yueming wanted to give it to him free of charge. If Zhong Qingli could help him in the future, his journey would be much easier, but Zhong Qingli had to give money no matter what.

"You have a good relationship with Jiang Lu?"

"I'm selling all his paintings!"

"I want to invite you to a banquet with Jiang Greed, look..."

"The old painter invited me kindly, and I will definitely pass it on to Jiang Greed."

Fu Yueming also knows that Jiang Li is no longer what it used to be. He is number one in the Eight Mansions, and Wen Mansion has not had such a talent in 800 years.

After Zhong Qingli left, there was still an endless stream of people seeking paintings, and some even put down 6 to [-] taels just for a mid-quality painting by Jiang Li.

In the past, Jiang Li's painting was only a few thousand taels at most.

Not only the paintings, Jiang Li's poems also set off a wave in Qingdu.

Other painters who used painting spirits as their mounts were afraid that their painting spirits would not be chic enough and imposing, but Jiang Li seemed to be unusual. He most often rode a thin old donkey, and there were poems to prove it.

"After walking all over the deep rock to find the way back, the fairy capital is still in Bixu.

Unlimited tourists stay on horses, but madmen ride donkeys backwards.

On the wall chart, the morning glow in the sky and the Han Dynasty, and the shadows falling in the Qingdu are still shining in the evening.

The only one person who has been born for thousands of years, is pitiful when he climbs the Jinlanqiu Market"

Jiang Li's inscription praising swords at the Ehu meeting, as well as those inscription poems, were also made into a collection of poems.

The domineering ones are like "candle dragons live in the cold gate, and the light shines brightly. Why can't the sun and moon shine like this, only the north wind roars from the sky."

The unrestrained person is like "Three cups poured into the throat, the meaning is high, the breeze is swept and the legs are shaken.

It was originally a fire on the forehead, but poured wine on the stomach.

Kouzi cellar, jade ice burnt, raise a glass and drink alone in Qingjiao.

Who is drunk when the stars are not allowed? A pot of heart and soul invites the moon!"

A libertine is like "I am originally a Shanshuilang in the Qing Dynasty, and the heaven taught me to be lazy and insane.

Once awarded Yuzhifeng coupons, tired to stay in the cloud to borrow the moon seal.

Thousands of poems, thousands of wines.Almost once looked at King Hou.

The Jade Tower and the Golden Tower return lazily, and the plum blossoms are inserted to intoxicate the setting sun"

From these poems, those who have never met Jiang Li, YY in their minds and then pieced together a chic, unrestrained, unparalleled gifted scholar and beautiful woman.

(End of this chapter)