The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 64 Painting Can't Save the World

This sentence was also a bit abrupt, but maybe because more people came to ask in the past two days, it didn't appear to be abrupt.

If it wasn't for the person in front of him's appearance and temperament, Mu Yaoyao wouldn't even bother to lift her eyelids.

Ever since Ji Ping'an painted a painting to relieve boredom yesterday, and was favored by the guests at the next table and asked to buy it, the number of people seeking paintings has gradually increased.

Not surprisingly, the "Anxiang" teahouse is elegantly furnished and located in a remote location. Most of the people who come to drink tea are literati and refined scholars, and their appreciation level is certain.

Mu Yaoyao was surprised at first, but she didn't know much about painting, so she didn't make too much fuss. She just thought that Ji Ping'an was better than ordinary people. After all... those paintings don't look like the real thing.

Probably not too well drawn.

People who don't know how to paint evaluate "good or bad", that is, it looks like or doesn't look like.

What's more, he didn't recognize that the white-haired man walking suddenly in front of him was a master of Daoism in the current world.

"It's me." Ji Ping'an looked indifferent, and his tone was calm, "What advice do you have from the guest?"

Seeing his demeanor, Gao Mingjing admired him a lot:

Sure enough... only a young man with such a magnanimity fit his imagination, but he was a little too young, which surprised him.

I thought that "Young Master" was at least close to thirty, but it seems that he is barely a weak crown?

It is a piece of rough jade.

The great painter made a silent evaluation in his heart, with a smile on his face, and looked at Sammei on the table, and said modestly:

"I don't dare to give advice, but I saw the young master's handwriting by chance outside, and I was quite amazed. I happened to have been immersed in painting for many years, so I came to have a look. At your age, you can have such a handwriting, although the technique is rough and simple. But it’s rare, I dare to ask who is the young master’s teacher of painting? How long have you studied?”

Ji Pingan thought for a while, and smiled gently: "Teach from hundreds of schools, as for the time... from childhood."

Well, "childhood" refers to 1000 years ago, so it shouldn't be a lie.

When he was still in Liyang in the past, he was born in a wealthy family. Since he was a child, his master taught the six arts of gentlemen, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which laid the foundation, but he only knew it roughly.

I really have some experience in painting. It was when I met the young "Painting Saint" Zhang Sengyao in the past, and I learned a few skills secretly... Later, I formed my own school by practicing occasionally.

So, it is barely regarded as a student of the "Painting Saint"?
Of course you can't say this, and Ji Pingan thinks back to the years when Zhang Sengyao followed him as a younger brother, thinking that the painting saint still calls himself "big brother", so he can't mess up his seniority.

Learned from hundreds of schools... Gao Mingjing didn't know what he was thinking, and became more and more surprised.

In the popular context, "teaching from a hundred schools of thought" is a synonym for "self-study", which means that the painter does not have a clear teacher, but imitates the paintings of ancient and modern sages and learns.

"No wonder." Gao Mingjing was stunned, and sat down opposite him, thinking that it's no wonder he couldn't see which lineage this style of painting came from.

Ji Pingan raised his eyebrows and said, "No wonder?"

Relying on his status, Gao Mingjing said with a smile, "The art of painting is profound, if you want to improve, you must seek a famous teacher."

Ji Pingan smiled: "It seems that the guest still has advice. Well, just now you said that my technique is rough? It's not good to pretend that you didn't hear it."

Gao Mingjing was very interested, and asked, "Isn't it?"

Ji Pingan thought for a while, and suddenly said: "It's too ancient, it can't be done, it's too simple to disperse, and it's too simple to disperse, but the law is established."

Gao Mingjing raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean by your words?"

While gently washing the brush, Ji Pingan looked at the heavy smeared Hanmei with dry brushwork on the table, and said with emotion:

"The combination of brush and ink is for integration; if there is no separation between the two, it is chaos. Who would give up a painting to eliminate chaos? Painting on mountains will make it spiritual, painting on water will move it, painting on forest will give birth to it, Painting is easy for people. The gathering of ink, the separation of Myanmar and cotton, the hand of breaking chaos, passing on to the past and present, forming a family of its own. All wise people know it."

As soon as this remark came out, Gao Mingjing's eyes became brighter, and he became more interested, and suddenly asked:
"The Master of the Great Zhou once wrote a poem, 'Plucking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely appearing (xian) Nanshan', what do you think?"

Ji Pingan shook his head and said: "I see the mountain because of picking chrysanthemums, and I can understand the environment and meaning. This sentence is the most wonderful. In recent years, the folk books are all written as 'Wang Nanshan', so this article has no air."

Gao Mingjing sat up slightly, the admiration in his eyes could not be concealed, he pondered for a while, and asked:
"Why do mountains, rivers and land suddenly exist?"

Ji Pingan glanced at him: "Why are there mountains, rivers and lands suddenly? If a painter can realize this, there will be endless hills and valleys."

boom……

Gao Mingjing was silent for a moment as if thunder exploded in his mind.

After a while, the great painter let out a deep breath, and laughed at himself: "I don't want you to have a deep understanding of calligraphy and painting, but Gao is so abrupt."

Next to him, Mu Yaoyao was sitting on a small stool eating pastries with a dazed expression on her face.

Her cheeks were bulging like a small hamster, and she was still holding candied melons and fruits in her hands. Her big eyes moved between the two of them, and her eyes were full of confusion.

What are you talking about?
Why can't I understand at all?

She suddenly doubted her IQ a little bit. It was clear that the two of them were talking well just now, but suddenly they picked up the words, which she couldn't understand at all.

But Mu Yaoyao also has her own wisdom, although she can't understand the words, she can see the result from her expression.

So... it was this guest surnamed Gao who criticized the big brother's painting for being too ugly, and gave the big brother back?

Tsk...the cultured people hate people so much, they can't even understand it.

Mu Yaoyao was so amazed that she ate even more deliciously.

However, Gao Mingjing's next words made her almost choke, her eyes widened.

Only Gao Mingjing said suddenly: "It's a pity that you are so talented and trapped in this city of God. Would you like to go back to Molin with Gao to practice?"

Merlin!

This person is Brother Merlin?
Wait...he claims his surname is "Gao"...and has white hair... Could it be that he is the monk Molin who was rumored to be a guest in the city of God recently?A big shot on the same level as Jianhou?
The pastry in Mu Yaoyao's hand slapped onto her skirt, she was surprised by her reasoning, but also felt extremely weird.

what is this?Was Mo Lin poaching Qin Tianjian?

It's fine if the water courtyard comes to poach people, why do outsiders also come?

She's getting a little angry.

Gao Mingjing didn't pay attention to the girl's gaffe. With his eyesight, he could naturally see the specialness of this couple, but it's not important.

At such a young age, he has such a profound insight into painting.Throwing it anywhere other than Molin would make him so heartbroken that it would be hard to breathe.

Gao Mingjing is also very confident, no matter what the other party's family background is, Mo Lin has enough confidence to take him away.

Well... Luo Huaizhu and Yu Yu are exceptions, but he is sure that the appearance of the person in front of him is definitely not in this category.That being the case, why hesitate?
Feeling the fiery gaze of the other party, Ji Pingan had a strange expression on his face, shook his head and said, "No."

Gao Mingjing was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to reject him so simply, he even suspected that the other party didn't understand his origin and identity, so he simply showed his cards and said:

"You should have heard of Mo Lin's name, I am the great painter Mo Lin..."

Ji Pingan didn't bother to talk to him: "Say it, don't go."

Gao Mingjing was stunned: "Why?"

Ji Pingan thought for a while, and the past suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said something inexplicable:
"Because...painting can't save the world."

The words fall.

Mu Yaoyao could clearly see that the face of the famous Mo Lin painter suddenly changed, as if hearing some kind of taboo.

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Note: This chapter quotes ancient texts, the first and second paragraphs are from Shi Tao's "Painting Quotations"; the poetic commentary is from Su Dongpo's "Poems on Tao Yuanming's Drinking";

In addition, when checking the information, I saw that Su Shi brought back some small stones from the Penglai Pavilion in the East China Sea, and wrote a poem saying: "I will return with this stone, and I have the East China Sea in my sleeve"... Mr. Su Shi pretended to be there. It is the ancients, admire.

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