Painter

Chapter 181 Thirty: Zhili

The three figures slipped into the wind and snow outside the alley and disappeared, and the Binxiang Pavilion was still discussing the two who had left.The white parrot yelled "good poem" and flew around the bridge until Princess Lingbi called it back, and then it was punished with three glasses of wine. The piercing "good poem" was finally replaced by "too much to drink".

Among the silver plates in the jade pot, the painting is very obtrusive. The mountains, rivers, and markets are like the realm of the underworld. Men, women, old and young look like ghosts rather than people, making people afraid to look at them.Only the little lady in white in Fengchen General's Mansion was staring at the painting, remembering the ghost in the abandoned garden one night, and accidentally looked outside the Binxiang Pavilion, thinking, she really is a ghost painter.

Cui Mingyi of the Fuli Cui family looked at the poem and said: "Although Bai Weizhi has some talent, he has amazing words. This poem is good. I forced myself to add a line'Guanzhong cannibalism', and insisted that the words were not amazing. It looks very abrupt. Just like this Li Dan from Qingling in Lizhou...Although the painter is good, he likes to draw weird and terrifying images, just like articles about ghosts and strange things. It's a matter of attracting people's attention, but unfortunately, I used too much force."

Tang Qingchen glanced outside the Binxiang Pavilion, without showing the slightest displeasure, and said with a smile: "These two are indeed talented, regardless of poetry, Bai Weizhi's handprint crane script is really admirable, and the Qingling of Lizhou Li Dan has never shown his face before, but when I saw him today, he turned out to be good at painting, and I don't know who he studied under." He called the servant to put away the paintings and poems that he didn't take away, and turned to Princess Lingbi He saluted and said: "There are countless mediocre people in the world, but talented people are rare. Princess Wang Lingbi is magnanimous, so don't argue with them."

Those paintings and poems were clearly satirizing the banquet in Xinyuan. As the host, Tang Qingchen not only was not angry, but praised and defended these two people. In comparison, the two people who left the banquet were sensational clowns.

Princess Lingbi stretched her frowning eyebrows and smiled slightly, "Father is the son of heaven, but he never punished officials. Although these two are proud of their talents, I don't care about them. Speaking of which, it's getting hot in this pavilion. Blowing the cold wind is also good, everyone sober up, your poems should be more literary, Xueyi Niang."

The white parrot flew to the sound, the sound of reciting poems began, and the banquet continued.This banquet is just the beginning of the gathering.After Luo Tong wrote his poems, all the students talked about metaphysics and Taoism, and practiced Zen and meditated.

There are frequent masterpieces in the collection, and the paintings and poems are put away by the servants, and they are going to be sent to the Yushu Pavilion, where the consort of the Tang Dynasty specially collects paintings and calligraphy.Although Tang Qingchen showed his tolerance and resolved the embarrassing atmosphere at that time, he accepted the painting and poem, but after all, this work is a satire of the Tang family, and it will be dazzling wherever it is placed. If it is destroyed, it will inevitably damage his dignity.It is best to find a remote corner, so that this painting and poem will never see the light of day again, and let the silverfish eat it.

The servant passed through the west side of the pavilion, but was called to stop by Tang Xian. He took the painting and poem over, unfolded it and looked at it carefully. tight.Immortal Mo next to him twirled his beard, his brows raised higher and higher.

After looking at it for a while, Prince Tang didn't find anything wrong with it. He ordered his servants to take the painting away. He frowned and said, "Today's young people are really young and vigorous", then gradually relaxed his brows, shook his head and laughed a few times, and raised his glass. : "It reminds me of Pan Weng, don't stop drinking!"

Immortal Mo looked over the brocade collar on Tang Xian's shoulders, and saw the servant taking the painting scroll into the Yushu Pavilion from a distance. He was very curious about Li Dan who appeared suddenly, but he didn't want to cause embarrassment to his friends, so he just smiled slightly and raised his sleeves. toast.The liquor in the cup shakes, reflecting the spring scenery in the garden, full of greenery.

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Ant-like green foam floated on the liquor, reflecting the bamboo sign on the wall and the steam escaping from the cauldron.

The red paper pasted on the bamboo card marked the current prices of mutton and various wines and vegetables. It was piled up many layers, and the edges of the paper were all brand new. Obviously, the prices have changed frequently recently.

Although the green ant wine in this glass is cheaper than Lihuabai, it is sold for sixty yuan a tael.The two young men holding the wine, one in green robe and the other in white, raised their glasses to each other, and their movements were very light, without spilling a drop.On the table were two bowls of quinoa soup, on which lay three slices of mutton, as thin as a cicada's wing, a small dish of dried herring, and a dish of vinegared celery.This vinegar celery was not there, but the owner of the store recognized the Lingqiu crane who had recently gained fame, and gave it as an extra.

Bai Weizhi took a sip of the wine, pressed the chopsticks with his right hand, and was commenting on the students in the gathering.

"That Yuanqi Xuan has a lot of knowledge, but she has an evil nature. I can't see it through. As for the daughter of the general Fengchen, she is very gifted in martial arts. That Junzhu Xie Ningzhi, in this Xinyuan, the sword I am afraid that no one can defeat the law. As for Tang Qingchen, hehe."

"how?"

"Just a hypocrite."

"How about the others?"

"The others are not worth mentioning. This time Qianyuan Academy will accept 36 people. The first 12 people can be called bachelors, and the last 24 people. Although they can also learn supernatural powers, they can only serve as magistrates and extension teachers in Qianyuan Academy." Among the students in Xinyuan just now, except for Yuan Qixuan, Jiang Ruo, Xie Ningzhi, and Tang Qingchen, who were able to enter the top twelve, even if they were able to enter the Qianyuan Academy by virtue of their family background, they could only enter the Qianyuan Academy. In the last 24 places..."

Any position in the Qianyuan Academy is considered a fairy in the eyes of ordinary people, but Lingqiu Hezi obviously doesn't think much of it.But before he finished speaking, Bai Weizhi looked at the friend he had just met on the opposite side, and said hesitantly: "Although I haven't read your poems and articles, but with your paintings, you won't be unknown."

Li Chan chewed the wine-soaked dried herring, and explained: "I just arrived in Yujing, and there are some things that I can't get rid of, and I don't often communicate with people."

Bai Weizhi pondered for a while, and said: "Qianyuan Academy accepts students in a variety of ways, and the exams are very complicated. There are more than ten subjects in total, such as Daoism, Buddhism, martial arts, algebra, and wishing. It is also difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior. Practitioners in the Academy are not like practitioners of the two religions. They are detached from the world. They have supernatural powers and need to help the world as their own responsibility. Therefore, when recruiting people in the Academy, they pay special attention to moral character, and the so-called moral character is not overnight. It can be divided between..."

Li Chan spat out the fishbone, "No wonder they have to contribute poems and essays everywhere, and go to the assembly to raise their reputation."

Bai Weizhi was born in the Bai family of Lingqiu, and he was also a son of a famous county magistrate. He was good at Xuan Dao when he was young, and he could follow the Taoist priests of Lingqiu Shenxiao Temple to read a few words such as "invisible and nameless", "clear movement and stillness" and so on. scriptures.He often played with the white crane in Guanzhong. One day he flew over Lingqiu County with the crane in his arms. Although he was severely reprimanded by his family, he got the title of "He Zi".When he had not entered Yujing, people in Beijing discussed the matter of accepting apprentices in Qianyuan Academy, and when it came to whose descendants could enter the palace, they would talk about "Lingqiu Hezi".So even if he does his own way, he doesn't need to deliberately seek fame. Before the Frost's Fall, during the Candle Passing Ceremony, he had a whim and had a few debates with the mages who were preaching in the meeting, and he became famous in Yujing.

But this Lizhou Qingling Li Dan, who came from a poor family, if he wants to enter the Qianyuan Academy, he will probably be compared to others, Bai Weizhi said: "Even if you don't like to make money, brother, don't be too noble. Usually go out for a walk, discuss Taoism and practice Zen, which can not only reflect the practice, but also make more friends."

It is really intriguing that Lingqiu Hezi, who was praised by all the students for pretending to be noble, persuaded people not to be too noble in the mutton soup shop.The two talked about the recent natural disasters, man-made disasters and demons from Xinyuan Yaji.Then talking about the ghost picture, Li Chan said: "I saw Immortal Mo was there at the Gathering, and I heard that Immortal Mo recently acquired a section of purple pine from Huliang..."

Bai Weizhi said: "Recently, Immortal Mo has made six taels of purple jade light. Let's see that Xie Ningzhi, who showed a sword book in the gathering, is asking for ink from Immortal Mo. He cherishes ink like gold, and has never published his own works. This time he begged for ink, presumably he wanted to use Baomo to break the example of cherishing ink and become famous in one fell swoop for entering the palace. Speaking of which, I went to Xinyuan and wanted to ask for a piece of good ink, but I really couldn’t stay any longer, so I’m still here Comfortable." He said with a smile and raised his glass as a gesture.

Li Chan also toasted, drank half of the green ant wine, and regretted, "It's a pity that I didn't see the picture of "Xin Yuan Ya Ji"."

"It's not too pity, the "Xinyuan Yaji Tu" is just a stroke of the painter's letter." Bai Weizhi said, "You are from Lizhou, have you ever been to Xuandu? The "Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu" in the city is the holy product handed down from generation to generation."

"I have been to Xuandu." Li Chan glanced at the rim of the cup.

Bai Weizhi said: "Speaking of which, there were many major events in Xuandu this spring, not to mention the sage going west and Yu Yuan's demon attack. A disciple of the Qingque Palace entered the old imperial city and painted a painting in one day. Complete the "Wan Ling Dynasty Yuan Tu"."

"Oh?" Li Chan smiled, "I've heard about this too."

Bai Weizhi said: "It is said that this person's painting skills are not inferior to Xu Zhonghao's 'three hundred miles in the chest', and he is called the master of Ximoju. Unfortunately, the master of Ximoju was only a flash in the pan and disappeared without a trace. I would like to be disturbed by fame and fortune. I heard that the owner of Ximoju is not very old, but since he is a disciple of Qingque Palace, he probably won't come to Yujing because of the acceptance of Qianyuan Academy. Unfortunately, I still want to see Meet this man."

"It's not a pity." Li Chan smiled and toasted, "I'm also good at painting."

"You're not modest." Bai Weizhi laughed and raised his glass to drink.

Li Chan drank the wine in the glass, looked at the empty glass, thoughtful.

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Towards dusk, Xinyuan Yaji was still in session, and the wine in the mutton shop in Xishi had already been drunk.When they were slightly drunk, the two talked about monsters and the principles of cultivation. They talked for more than two hours, but they still couldn't get enough.Li Chan declined Bai Weizhi's invitation to have another drink at home, and the two exchanged addresses and said goodbye outside Xishi.

He rode a donkey back to the new garden in Guangzhaifang, where the monsters were playing leaf games.The demons are full of energy, it is inconvenient to go out, and they have nothing to do, so they can only pass the time by playing games.In the morning, Xu Da enthusiastically rehearsed for the monsters to serve wine and food. After almost an hour of turmoil, he felt bored, but Ya Qiantui would peck one's ass and knock that's head from time to time to correct the monsters' manners.

The cloth cover with the words "Cyclamen Mill" was placed behind the door.Girls in the boudoir have always admired the mirror polisher, and Tu Zhaoying is handsome. Even though the bronze mirror in the house is still shiny, the girls are happy to spend money on the handsome appearance of the gentleman who polished the mirror carefully, so Tu Zhaoying went out for the first time. It was a good harvest, earning three hundred dollars back.Not to mention, Tu Zhaoying is not only handsome, but also has a delicate mind like a woman. Most of the girls in his business do not want to patronize other misfits.

The little demon took the reins of the black donkey, Xu Da called out: "A Lang, A Lang is finally back, can we eat at the princess mansion of the son-in-law's house?"

Li Chan ignored Xu Da, walked towards the study after entering the door, and asked, "Where are the paintings brought from Xuandu?"

"Which ones?" Hong Yao asked.

"Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu." Li Chan walked into the study and paused, "The ones I copied this spring."

Hong Yao thought for a while, leaned over to search, and Li Chan joined in.

After a while, Hong Yao said: "Here!" He dragged out two rosewood official suitcases inlaid with Bogu pictures.

Li Chan breathed a sigh of relief, "I almost forgot this."

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In the early morning, a male pilgrim carrying two boxes welcomed a male pilgrim to the Daxiangguo Temple. The Zhike monk thought that the luxurious rosewood box contained incense offerings, but unexpectedly, the pilgrim carried the box to the Zhonglan Courtyard in the south of the temple.

In the courtyard, the boy was stunned for a long time when he saw the impressive young people at the gathering yesterday, unwilling to accept the two rosewood official suitcases.The young people talked for a while, and the boy saw that it was indeed filled with paintings, not any valuables, so he agreed to take it to Immortal Mo for a look, and then he took the box to the hospital.

Seeing Pan Gu who was writing with a pen in the courtyard, the boy put down the two boxes, "Mr. Pan, someone sent this."

Pan Gu put down his pen, and at a glance, he saw that there were moisture-proof and insect-repelling magic spells hidden in the bogu picture on the box, and the water mica and mother-of-pearl on the side of the box were very valuable, and he frowned.

"Who?"

"It's the one from yesterday, Li Dan from Qingling, Lizhou." The boy said carefully.

"Him?" Pan Gu was taken aback, he didn't expect that young man to visit yesterday, and he thought of the ghost picture yesterday, it was really good.

"The boxes are all paintings, not money." The boy added.

Pan Gu pondered for a while, then opened a box lid, and there were hundreds of paintings in the box.

The top picture of Fen Shui Qingniu looks a little familiar, and his expression is dignified. After a while, he showed surprise again.

He drove the boy out with a wave of his hand, closed the doors and windows tightly, took out the paintings in the room, spread them out one by one, and looked at them carefully.

(End of this chapter)