Painter

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Retouching ([-])

Li Chan's actions made all the painters feel uncomfortable.Although the young man had a humble attitude at first, he never participated in the discussion. In the end, he stopped the old painter from scraping the paint, left a word, and walked along the palace wall to look at the painting alone, obviously not paying attention to people.

But no one stopped Li Chan, they just looked at Cao Yun.

Cao Yun folded his hands behind his back, groaning silently.Li Chan is an unpredictable person for him, but he can think of Xu Yingqiu, Su Xiang and others in the Yunni Club who praised the "Cat Playing Candle Picture" that day. He held the Fufu head and said, "Then just wait .”

Liu Jianxuan smiled at the painters: "Since Director Cao said it, let him come back to take charge of the overall situation." It drew a reply of "it's okay" and "happy to be free".

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Li Chan walked along the palace wall from south to north, observing the murals on the altar all the way, from the green cow and the resident bird, to all kinds of dragons and beasts, ostriches, ligers, elephants and leopards. The faster he looked, the smoother his steps became.

Li Chengzhou's painting skills are superb, and the painting styles of various schools are harmoniously blended under his hands.In fact, Li Chan's painting skills, when it comes to moving the mind to determine the quality, can also be understood by analogy, and he is familiar with the painting styles of various schools. In terms of "technique", it is not inferior to Wanling Dynasty Yuan Tu, but when it comes to Taoism, he does not know how many levels he has lost. .

During the 31-mile round trip of Miyagi, Li Chan set off from the East Palace and observed the murals on the walls all the way, oblivious to the changes in the outside world.He passed by the north of the East Palace, the Jiangxuexuan glazed flower bed, known as a grand sight in Xuandu, and he didn't cast his eyes.Begonia and Taipinghua fell to his feet, and they were crushed to pieces by the soles of his boots, and the steps did not stop.

The sundial climbed on the stone plate in front of the Taiji Palace for a week, the sun was gradually swallowed by the tail of the owl on the roof of the palace, and then the cold moon appeared at the corner of the eaves.

Unable to hold back, Cao Yun sent three guards to block Li Chan's footsteps at dusk.The chief of the palace, who was eager to restore the murals, hoped that Li Chan could come up with some practical solutions, instead of making a fuss like he is now.Even if he wants to observe the painting of Wanling Chaoyuan and get familiar with Li Chengzhou's brushstrokes, in a blink of an eye, all the painters have spent a whole day with him in vain.

It was less than ten days before the sage went west.

Li Chan just stopped to salute the three guards, and said with a smile: "Quick strokes can't draw a beautiful picture, and impatient embroidering can't make peony flowers. Please tell Mr. Cao. Since you have entrusted the matter to me, you will do it for me." Make it more convenient."

After the three guards reported, Cao Yun frowned for a long time, but he didn't stop Li Chan after all. However, behind the figure walking around the wall, there were three more guards following far away.

For a martial artist whose blood energy has been trained to an extremely high level, it is not difficult to sleep without rest for several days. After the moon set and the sun rose, the three guards changed shifts, and only Li Chan was still watching the painting.

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The pot of wine on Deyue Tower was quickly finished, and the guards brought all kinds of dishes to the top of the building.The dishes that were kept hot by the warming plate quickly became cold again in the bitter spring breeze at the height.Han Ke has been with Lu Zijing on the roof for three days, but Lu Zijing has no intention of leaving.

The bronze mirror in Lu Zijing's hand has been polished to a clear surface, and every detail of the morning sun and sunset, as well as the rolling clouds and soothing clouds, can be seen clearly.He held the bronze mirror and sat at the table. In the mirror, the young man was walking under the palace wall.Three days passed and he was coming to an end
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Cao Yun had always been looking forward to that young artist with a mysterious background, but after three days, his patience was exhausted.The discussion among the painters on the restoration of the Cangbi painting gradually came to fruition. The painters drew sketches on paper, asked each other to complement each other, and finally agreed on the final restoration plan.

In the early morning, an altar of Mengzhang Shenjun was set up in the East Palace. Lingzhu opened the altar to offer sacrifices, and put six paintings into the cauldron. In the end, all five paintings were burned, except for the painting of Cangzhang painted by Liu Jianpan. stayed.

Beside the altar, Cao Yun looked at Liu Jianpan's Cangbi picture, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.Even if the six skilled old painters are not as good as a painter, but with the efforts of all, they are not too far behind.This picture of the gray bird has been revised several times, and it is not far from the picture in his memory.So Liu Jianyan was asked to lead the painting, and the painters assisted, and the general affairs in the palace set up a wooden platform, and prepared to start repairing the painting of Cangbi from above.

At this time, a figure came from the south along the east wall and shouted: "Wait!"

On the wooden platform, Liu Jianpan was waiting for the people below to bring up the pottery cups filled with paint.

Under the wooden platform, all the painters looked at each other, and Li Sijian looked at Cao Yun suspiciously, "Director Cao?"

Cao Yun watched Li Chan approaching, made a circle gesture, and said in a low voice, "He walked around the Xunning Palace, and he must have finished."

While speaking, Li Chan approached, and smiled at everyone, "It seems that you are getting impatient."

"Not so much." The old painter from Hanlin Academy of Painting smiled, "I just didn't expect you to still be there, but it's also just right now that Jian Yan has already made a sketch, so you don't need to bother to preside over it."

The old painter had a sting in his smile, but Li Chan did not argue, but said to Liu Jianyan on the stage: "Can you give me a chance, sir?"

Liu Jianpan hesitated and said, "What are you going to do?"

Li Chan turned to Cao Yun who was next to him and said, "I also ask Director Cao to order someone to prepare paper."

Cao Yun looked at Liu Jianpan on the wooden platform, hesitated for a moment, then raised his chin to the people around him, motioning him to follow suit.The guard quickly brought a stack of papers from the altar, Li Chan didn't say anything, took a few sheets of paper and spread them on the floor, ignored the painter's doubts, picked up the brush and dipped in the ink, and began to draw.

First Qing Niu and Fu Ji Niao, then Sui Si, Xuan Hu, Wagging Tail, and Dun Yu.Draw six divine birds and beasts on a piece of paper, and the paper will be exhausted when the seventh one is drawn.

Cao Yun came to his senses in a flash, and hastily shouted a continuation of the paper. Seeing that the person holding the paper was still in a daze, he grabbed it and spread a piece of hemp paper to the side.

Li Chan swiped his brush and ink, the drawing paper on the altar was not enough, and someone went to the warehouse to get paper again.

The expressions of the painters were gradually astonished and even shocked, and they saw that the sheets of paper were connected one after another, starting from the picture of Cangbi, going from south to north, a picture of Wanling Dynasty and Yuan Dynasty that was exactly the same as the picture on the wall.

The young painter was so absorbed in painting that he lowered his head and never raised his head to look at the palace wall.

"Xunning Palace returns to 82 miles..." Liu Jianjian whispered, "How much can he remember?"

Li Sijian's throat twitched, seeing that Li Chan had drawn more than a thousand mural beasts, "I can't...remember them all, can I?"

Two hours passed, and the expressions of all the painters changed from shock to frustration, to envy, and finally, only admiration and emotion remained.

The paper on the ground was covered in a vast expanse of whiteness, and Cao Yun had nowhere to stay. He looked at the painters and murmured, "This scene is like a dream."

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At dusk, Han Ke stood beside the clouds and looked down at the East Palace under the rosy clouds. For a moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was here to guard Lu Zijing.

Inside the building, Lu Zijing held up the bronze mirror.The mirror surface was clear, and the young man who was concentrating on painting painted all the spirits on the picture stroke by stroke. The last stroke was put away, and it was about to fall, but it hovered on the paper.

The mural circles around so far, and among all the spirits, only the picture of Cangbi is missing.

Lu Zijing looked at the pen that had not fallen for a long time, and after more than ten breaths, he suddenly looked away, no longer looked at the bronze mirror, and turned his head to glance at the Sunning Palace.

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In the sea of ​​paper and ink beasts, Li Chan raised her head knowingly and looked at Zhu Qiang.

The blurred blue marks washed away by the rain on the wall gradually became thicker and floating.

The magical birds and beasts on the side folded their wings, raised their heads, raised their feet, and flicked their tails...

All come alive.

(End of this chapter)