The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 82 I Lost (Thanks to "Sakura, Sakura" for being the leader of this book)
Draw a dragon?Hearing this, Qu Chuchen was taken aback.

It should be noted that in many paintings, this type is not common.Just because the vast majority of people have never seen a real dragon, including him.

But Ji Pingan has seen it.

Not only have I seen it, but I also slaughtered one with my own hands, and dug up the demon core...or, according to his evil taste, cut the "Dragon Ball" out.

Just like comparing skills, his fingering is not better than Zhong Tongjun's, and his painting method is not better than Qu Chuchen's.

The long time has given him plenty of time, but no matter Li Yang or the national teacher, they only regard skills as tools or games.

His strength lies in the artistic conception.

So when Gao Mingjing commented on his rough technique in Anxianglou, he didn't refute it, because in Ji Ping'an's view, those things were not important at all.

"Okay." Qu Chuchen smiled, raised his finger and pointed at the pen and ink in the courtyard: "Please."

His tone and demeanor are full of strong self-confidence.

Confidence comes from strength, as well as the momentum of overlooking everything brought about by the continuous accumulation of victories.

Ji Pingan said "En", and glanced across the courtyard, choosing a table that looked pleasing to the eye.

There are drawing paper and other tools of various sizes on the side.

The young painter who led the way reminded:
"You can choose the prepared paint, or you can mix it yourself."

Without hesitation, Ji Pingan took a few ink materials that looked similar.

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't choose a brush that is easy to thicken and smear, and I am going to change to a more time-saving style.

When the two were preparing, the rest of the courtyard tacitly distanced themselves and watched from afar.

When many painters are concentrating on creating, they are very taboo to be watched by others, which will affect the state of immersion.

In order to be fair, at most a brief glance in the middle will not be stared at the whole time.

Just seeing Ji Ping'an's casual behavior, the gods Hongru who acted as the "referee" on the background board looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.

For a good painting, there is already a difference between high and low in the ink mixing stage. Although this young man did not make a big mistake, it feels as if he is in a hurry to finish the painting and leave.

After all... a little frizzy.

"Start." An old man announced.

The courtyard door was closed with a "boom", blocking the noise and sight outside.Only when the painting is finished will it be reopened.

Standing by the case, Qu Chuchen held his sleeve with one hand and dipped his hand in ink, thinking about the composition in his mind.

Turning his head to look at his opponent habitually, he froze for a while.

I saw the young man in the bamboo hat with a pen hanging on his wrist, but he closed his eyes.

……

hundreds of years ago.

East China Sea.

"Wow—"

In the vast ocean, there was a sudden surge.A giant deep blue whale that is as huge as a mountain and condensed by tens of millions of tons of sea water is galloping through the waves, and the momentum passing by is astonishing
And on top of the giant whale, a figure in a scholar's robe stood with his hands behind his back.

A faint starlight shrouded his body, as if he was exiled from an immortal.

His eyes fell in the distance, and there was an undercurrent in the sea, chasing after him.

Suddenly, the surface of the sea exploded with a "bang", and gray sea water splashed in all directions.

A dragon roar.

A huge body covered in pale gray scales, similar to dragons in mythology but with many differences, lifted out of the sea. When it rose, thousands of hectares of sea water rustled down along the sides of the dragon.

Just looking closely, the dragon's body was mottled and damaged, the scales were cracked, and blood flowed horizontally, dyeing the sea red.

The Canglong King broke through the water, hovered in the air, breathless, and shouted at the national teacher who was riding a giant whale and dressed as a teacher:
"Are you really going to kill them all?"

Great Zhou Guoshi stood facing the wind, with a smile on his mouth:

"It's just reciprocity. Since you set up ambush for me back then, you should think about today."

Canglong King yelled: "You have injured me so far, are you still not satisfied?"

The national teacher sighed softly and said:
"If you get hit, just call back; if you make a mistake, you just need to apologize. What's the point of practicing?"

Then, he smiled and said:
"Although you are just a fake dragon, I heard that the demon pill is also very good, you can feed it to dogs. How about exposing this matter as an apology."

The Canglong King was extremely angry, his eyes were full of storms, and he roared:
"It's too much to bully the dragon."

Then, crimson light shone from the gap in its huge dragon body, and it raised its head and sucked towards the sky.

The entire sea area was shrouded in dark clouds, the sky was dark, thunder loomed in the clouds, and the sea surface boiled.

The smile on the national teacher's face disappeared, he snorted coldly, raised his left hand with five fingers, and scratched towards the sea.

The eight water jets lifted up and swirled to seal the demon dragon's retreat.

Spread the five fingers of the right hand, and grab the sky.

The golden spider web-like thunder gathered in the sky towards his palm, weaving into a pure golden short spear.

"go with!"

The national teacher threw the "short spear", and a brilliant golden light was like a shooting star, illuminating the dark sea, and then engulfed the seriously injured Canglong King.

In a short time, blood flowers were falling all over the sky.

On that day, a rain of blood fell in the East China Sea.

……

In the Green Apricot Garden.

Ji Pingan opened his eyes, and the ink pen in his hand fell on the center of the white paper, smearing a pale gray, just like the sea in his memory.

With a twist of the wrist, the nib of the pen was pressed on the drawing paper, and the barrel of the pen was pushed and pulled with fingers, and with a "chick", a line was drawn out, just like the dragon in memory.

He outlines the lines, paints the colors, and fills in the details like a snake.

Suddenly thought: Is this considered sketching?
So fast... Qu Chuchen was a little surprised, but soon turned around, and also splashed ink and pen.

For a moment, the entire Green Apricot Garden fell into silence, only the slight sound of ink brushes rubbing against drawing paper continued.

……

Outside the courtyard across a door, a large group of scholars looked back and discussed what kind of theme this round would be.

"I bet on landscapes, flowers and birds." A young scholar said, "This is the most common."

Another scholar holding a folding fan shook his head: "No, wouldn't it smell amazing? It's probably a picture of a lady."

Someone next to him said, "What is there to guess? Anyway, it is Wat Chuchen who wins."

The large group of scholars fell silent.

One by one, the mood is down, yeah.No matter what subject matter, technique, style...Wat Chuchen wins.

When the atmosphere was gloomy, suddenly a carriage in the distance drove up quickly and stopped nearby.

A fat white scholar lifted the hem of his robe, jumped out of the car excitedly, and shouted to the classmates in the crowd:

"Brother Li, Brother Han, great joy."

The two scholars who guessed the question before turned their heads and looked around, wondering:

"Having been bullied like this by Molin, how can there be any happy event?"

The scholar's face flushed with excitement, and he danced and said:

"Win! Just now, on the other side of the Baidi Qintai, someone beat Mr. Zhong Tong with a song "Time". Now there are huge crowds of people there, and it is extremely lively. I managed to squeeze out."

what?
Baidi won that match?
As soon as the words fell, the surrounding people showed astonishment, and flocked to him, surrounded the scholar in the center, and asked questions in one go.

When I probably understand the process, I am both happy and suspicious.

I don't know if it's true or not.After all, it is too bizarre, which makes people instinctively question the authenticity.

Immediately, some scholars called their friends and accompanied them, and rushed to Baidi in a hurry.The two gamblers were about to leave, but they were stopped by their classmates:
"That 'Mr. He' has already left, and I can't see anything in the past. Eh... Speaking of which, why is the gate of the Green Apricot Garden closed again? Could it be someone challenged him?"

The scholar holding a folding fan said "en", his heart had already flown to Baidi, and he said casually:

"A young man wearing a bamboo hat came here not long ago."

Bamboo hat?The sensitive nerve of the fat white scholar who reported the letter was touched, and he subconsciously asked:
"What clothes are you wearing? How tall are you?"

After his classmate finished describing the general characteristics, he froze in place, a crazy idea came to his mind, and he felt that it was too outrageous.

……

Bai Causeway.

Although Ji Ping'an had already left, the number of people who came after hearing the news continued unabated.

When Gao Mingjing arrived nearby by car, he could only see dense crowds of people, those on the outside squeezed in, and those on the inside squeezed out.

"Master Gao." Suddenly, Mr. Zhong Tong and several musicians rushed over from the crowd.

With shame on her bookish face, she lowered her head and said:

"I lost."

Gao Mingjing furrowed his brows and said in relief:
"I know what happened, so I don't need to blame myself. It's just that I don't know that there are such people in the capital of God."

Zhong Tongjun thought for a while and said, "Perhaps they came from another place."

Out of town...Gao Mingjing couldn't be sure, so he pondered and said, "Martial arts performance is all about exchanging skills, so don't take it too seriously. You don't have to stay here, just let those traffickers watch it, get in the car."

The people have been oppressed for several days, and now they finally won a game, and the words are not very pleasant.

Mr. Zhong Tong said "En", lifted his long skirt, and took the carriage.

Practitioners are not burdened by ordinary people, and do not shy away from restraints such as men and women riding in the same car.

"Are you going back to the post house now?" asked the disciple who was driving.

Gao Mingjing pondered for a while, and said, "Go to the Green Apricot Garden."

If the opponent is just a high-ranking folk, it's fine, but if it's not a coincidence, but related to the imperial court, will the rest of the arena also welcome strong opponents?

The odds are slim.But he decided to go anyway.

……

In the Green Apricot Garden.

All the hustle and bustle of the outside world are blocked by thick gates, and the atmosphere in the courtyard is quiet and peaceful, in stark contrast to the boiling Baidi.

Painting is not like playing the piano, no matter how rough the brushwork is, it will always take more time.

Of course, after all, it was a fight, and it was impossible to spend a few days thinking about writing, so the referees were used to drinking tea, reading, and even having a snack during this time.

But today's challengers are a little different.

In the past, people, including the chief painter of the palace, were very cautious in writing and kept improving, but this strange young man who even wore a bamboo hat when painting did not hesitate for a moment from the moment he wrote.

As if you don't need to think about it, you are already in your chest.

But when you think about it, it's not surprising.

It must have been tempered in my heart before coming here. Of course, the writing is as good as it is, but it is a pity that the gap in absolute strength cannot be erased by this.

On the contrary, the faster Ji Pingan wrote, the more hopeless the referees became.

Just as he yawned for the first "chief referee", he raised his hand to call the servant to bring refreshments.

Suddenly, Ji Ping'an's pen stopped.

Gently put it on the pen hill aside, raised his head, and said calmly: "I'm done."

The courtyard was silent.

This is the end?you are too fast...

Hearing this, no matter how many Confucian scholars, or the painters scattered around, their expressions were strange.

I thought:

Regardless of how the painting is, at least in terms of speed, it won.

It's a pity... speed is not the key in this item.

Qu Chuchen was stunned for a moment, picked up the pen and glanced at his half-finished painting, shook his head and smiled, and put down the pen too.

He rubbed his wrist, ready to appreciate the finished product of the other party.

"Who's going to take a look?" Seeing this scene, the white-bearded old man who acted as the "chief referee" asked in the referee's seat.

"Let me go," a thin old man stood up from the edge of the table, and said with a smile:

"Just sitting for a long time, exercise your muscles and bones."

During the conversation, I didn't have any expectations. After all, such a short period of time, and it is such a complicated and difficult category of real dragons... But, at this juncture, daring to compete with Mo Lin... courage is commendable.

The thin old man walked over slowly, already thinking in his mind, no matter how poor the young man's painting is, he will always find some angles and praise and encourage him.

Those who dare to fight cannot be chilled.

He smiled and nodded at Ji Pingan, then walked to the desk and looked down.

Then, under the eyes of everyone, the smile on the old man's face disappeared, as if he had been immobilized, he maintained a posture of lightly stroking his beard, but his face was visibly pale and he stood still.

"Old Master Zhou?" Someone called softly, but they didn't realize it.

On the referee's seat, another middle-aged man with a square face frowned, stepped up out of curiosity, walked to the old man, and looked down.

Then...he also stopped moving.

"This..." The remaining few Hongru looked at each other in blank dismay.

Finally, the leader of the old man with white beard got up, looked at Qu Chuchen who was curious, and raised his hand:

"You and I watch it together?"

Qu Chuchen nodded, and the old and the young, full of curiosity, walked to the case at the same time and looked down.

Then, the pupils of Fengshen's handsome young artist genius suddenly constricted!
"boom--"

In his mind, there seemed to be a raging sea roaring and thunder gushing.The whole mind is pulled into the world in the painting.

The salty sea breeze and splashing water droplets are immersive.

The vastness of heaven and earth, the insignificance of human beings.

He raised his head, and suddenly saw a blue dragon roaring and struggling in the raging sea, as if it was fighting against a brilliant golden light in the distance.

When the huge body cracked and collapsed.As if aware of the gaze, he turned his head to look, and opened a pair of blank and dead pupils.

Qu Chuchen suddenly came back to his senses, escaped from the artistic conception of the picture scroll, breathed slightly, and gave birth to an unconcealable emotion.

He looked again, only to find that the sea had turned into blue ink, the blue dragon had become raised lines on the paper, and the magnificent golden wheel was just a cloud of smudges in the corner of the scroll.

"This..." Qu Chuchen finally understood why the old men stood still. As mortals, it was even more difficult for them to resist the artistic conception of the scroll.

But, why can't I resist as a painter of Mo Lin?Nearly losing your mind?

"Can I rate it?"

Suddenly, Ji Ping'an's voice sounded, bringing several Hongru back to reality.

Feeling the real fear, the thin old man subconsciously pulled off a beard.

The middle-aged man with a square face let out a deep breath, and then looked at the picture scroll with simple lines, wondering and uncertain.

The eyes of the white-bearded old man regained focus, and Fang remembered that he was in the arena, and his face flushed with excitement.

Qu Chuchen was silent for a moment, looked at the painting in front of him with simple lines, but every stroke was vivid on the paper, and then looked at his unfinished one.

Said: "I lost."

In the green apricot orchard, you can hear needles falling.

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