Chapter 7: A Painting that Is so Realistic that It Makes One Think of It, Lighting a Green Lamp on the Path of Spiritual Practice

Lin Zhuifeng's personality has always been carefree, and everyone in the Lin family is used to it, but with her roar. .

For a time, all the painters in Tianbo Waterside Pavilion looked up in astonishment with strange expressions on their faces.

What kind of tiger-wolf talk is this? !

Is there such a thing as humiliating someone?

Master Liu Qingyan's face turned red, and the hand holding the pen was trembling.

Lin Qingyin was also howled by the howl. She recovered from the shock of Anle's painting and quickly glared at Lin Zhuifeng.

"Master Liu, don't be angry, this girl is talking nonsense."

Lin Qingyin apologized softly.

Liu Qingyan's expression softened a lot now, but his lips were still trembling. His paintings were admired by countless courtesans, and this was the first time that he was evaluated in this way.

Like shit? This woman is so vulgar!

Anle also came back to his senses at this time, looking at Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng beside him, clasping his fists and bowing.

"Keep painting, your painting will be really good!"

Lin Zhuifeng became excited at this time and urged Anle to continue painting.

Of course she knew she said the wrong thing, but...does it matter?

Then Liu Qingyan gets angry when she's angry. What's wrong with her telling the truth?

Lin Zhuifeng's status in the Lin Mansion is different. Although she is said to be a maid and has no father or mother since she was a child, she was admitted to the Lin Mansion because of her talent for cultivation. She grew up with several young masters and her ninth sister, and was regarded as a maid by the ladies. She was born and practiced together, and her status was very high. No one regarded her as a maid.

This also gave Lin Zhuifeng a lot of confidence. Of course, the greater confidence was her cultivation and the fire stick in her hand.

Lin Qingyin also ignored Liu Qingyan, because she also believed that Anle was better when it came to paintings.

She looked at Anle with shining eyes, a look of surprise in her eyes.

Anle's painting is so real.

If it weren't for the black and white colors, Lin Qingyin would almost think like Lin Zhuifeng that Mrs. Hua was pinned in the painting.

Especially that look in Lin Qingyin's eyes that I remember deeply!

During those days when the uncle went off to war, the eyes of the eldest lady were like this, full of sadness and melancholy. Her eyes expressed all the worries and sadness of sending her husband off to war.

But at this moment, this look, vivid on the paper, evoked Lin Qingyin's memory.

"The painting is really good."

Lin Qingyin murmured softly.

In the distance, Liu Qingyan felt that these words were beating him repeatedly, and his face became increasingly ugly.

However, he really didn't believe that Anle, a young painter who used charcoal blocks to paint, could surpass the fine brushwork he had been immersed in for decades.

"This painter was originally invited by Miss Lin, so Miss Lin naturally spoke for him."

Liu Qingyan snorted coldly, but started painting the painting in his hand more seriously.

Anle also immersed himself in painting again. The most important thing in realistic sketching is truth, that is, image. The form must be like, and the spirit must be like.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. Once the outline is in place, the highlights, lines, etc. are mastered, the charm will be there. Basically, it can be said that it is a black and white photo.

Pick up a steamed bun and use it as an eraser to erase excess lines, rub it gently with your fingertips, and the lines will be rubbed open to form a gradient of light color.

An Le took a step back and took his mind away from the scene of observing the energy of the years. He was actually a little tired, but there was excitement in his eyes.

In this life, this is his most proud work.

On the paper, Mrs. Hua is sitting on the imperial chair, dressed in rich clothes, holding tea in the palm of her hand, her eyebrows are full of sadness, her eyes seem to have a story, looking at each other, she seems to vaguely see the ancient road under the deep rain, The back of a man riding a horse and playing the flute as he slowly leaves.

The painting is outlined with lines and is not cluttered. It is even clear enough to capture a teardrop hanging on the eyelashes that is about to stop talking.

Madam Hua didn't know when she had appeared behind Anle.

The lady looked at the painting blankly.

The self in this painting reminded her of her melancholy self during the time when she was bidding farewell to her husband.

"This is me..."

Mrs. Hua whispered.

After a long time, Mrs. Hua withdrew her eyes and took a deep look at Anle. How could this young painter seem to have seen herself in extreme sadness when she said goodbye to her husband?

But this is obviously impossible.

Judging from this young man's age, he might not have been reincarnated yet at that time.

In other words, the boy found this emotion between her eyebrows and painted it?

"This kind of painting can be fake and real. It's very rare and not bad."

Mrs. Hua did not hesitate to praise.

As soon as this compliment came out, Tianbo Waterside Pavilion was in an uproar, and many painters showed disbelief on their faces. If Mrs. Hua could praise her, then this painting must be good.

Many painters walked out from behind the case and moved behind Anle, their eyes falling on the painting.

Seeing this, all the painters were silent.

Because...this painting looks so similar!

It is almost a real person printed on paper, this style has never been seen before.

Many painters shook their heads and sighed, feeling ashamed.

The Lin Mansion invited painters this time to paint paintings for the young men who were about to go on an expedition. The purpose was to leave behind scrolls that could be taken out to see and miss the people in the future. What they wanted was a portrait and a photo.

Anle's paintings achieve this perfectly. In comparison, many painters feel that their paintings are incomparable.

Master Liu Qingyan finally finished the painting.

He walked over unbelievingly and his eyes fell on An Le's painting.

At this sight, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Like other painters, after a long silence, Master Liu silently rolled up his masterpiece.

"Painting with a brush is my traditional painting method of Da Zhao."

Master Liu said stubbornly.

"You old man, are you the most stubborn person? Painting is just painting on paper, right? Who said you have to use a brush?" Lin Zhuifeng was not used to his bad habits, so he started to criticize him directly.

Master Liu paused, and when he saw Lin Zhuifeng, he thought of what the girl said before that his paintings were like shit.

"It's just a strange and tricky skill, not worthy of being in a refined hall."

Master Liu was full of dissatisfaction, and snorted with a flick of his sleeves.

Then, he said goodbye to Madam Hua, who glanced at Master Liu indifferently. When other painters saw that Master Liu was leaving, they followed him one after another. Madam Hua did not try to stop him, and asked the servants to give the painters travel expenses and send them away from the Lin Mansion.

After a while, all the painters left the Tianbo Waterside Terrace, and everyone knew who the final candidate was.

Anle's lifelike painting made them self-aware.

Of course, many self-righteous painters do not admit that Anle's paintings are good. It's just that Anle used unconventional methods to meet the requirements of the Lin Mansion.

As Master Liu said, it is still orthodox to paint with a brush to convince the public.

"What is your name, sir?" Madam Hua looked at Anle and said gently.

"I am Anle, a native of Chongzhou, and I came to Lin'an to participate in the Spring Examination." Anle bowed and introduced himself.

Upon hearing this, Madam Hua was surprised: "So he is a young scholar. No wonder his painting skills are so superb. The people in the paintings seem to be alive."

"Mr. An, in this case, I may have to trouble you to paint for the young masters of my Lin Mansion."

An Le clasped his fists: "I will do my best."

Madam Hua continued to appreciate the painting and said softly: "This painting is very good. I like it very much. Please give it to me. I can give Mr. An a gift in return."

"This is not the labor fee for painting for the young masters. It is an exchange between me and Mr. An."

An Le was stunned when he heard this: "Madam Hua, there is no need to do this. This painting was originally painted for you. If you like it, please accept it."

Madam Hua waved her hand: "Mr. An, don't be hypocritical. I will not accept benefits for nothing. This is the rule of the Lin Mansion."

"Silver and gold can be raised. I think this painting is worth it."

An Le's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was no longer hypocritical.

He thought for a moment, clasped his fists again, and said solemnly: "Madam Hua, I was lucky enough to start practicing yesterday, but because I missed the elementary education of practicing, I have no access to profound classics, and it is difficult for me to continue my practice in the future. Today, I dare to exchange this painting for a decent practice classic. If the painting is not worth the price, the labor cost of painting for the young masters in the future can also be included in it."

After Anle's words fell, everyone in Tianbo Waterside Pavilion was quite surprised.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin couldn't help but look at Anle. They didn't expect that this young man wanted to continue on the road of practice.

It is too late for Anle to complete the enlightenment of practice at this age. His future practice will be difficult and hopeless.

It is better to focus on learning and strive to try to get a second-class Jinshi in the imperial examination.

Madam Hua's eyes fell on Anle, and she could naturally capture Anle's weak and pitiful aura.

It is indeed the initial step to the enlightenment of practice.

However, Madam Hua suddenly remembered the moment when she looked at Anle and her calm soul jumped slightly.

This young man...

Madam Hua smiled gently, waved to Anle, and walked to the main hall of the waterside pavilion.

After sitting on the chair gracefully, Madam Hua also asked Anle to sit down and ordered someone to pour tea for Anle.

"How old is Mr. An now?"

"Do you know the realm of cultivation?"

Madam Hua took a sip of tea and asked softly.

Anle stroked the celadon teacup and said slowly: "I am already eighteen years old. Because I was buried in studying hard for the imperial examination, I missed the opportunity to practice elementary education and did not know the realm of cultivation in the world."

In the quiet Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, the young man's desire for the Tao was like weeds on the ground, which grew again in the spring breeze.

Madam Hua smiled softly when she heard this.

"In that case, I will light a green lamp for Mr. An's path of cultivation."

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