I am going to live forever in the world of mortals

Chapter 9 Sir, I have realized it!

Shen Pingchuan came from the Shen family in Gusu. Because his ancestors had been in business for several generations, now the Shen family's business has expanded widely, including rice, oil, tea, brocade fabrics, the four treasures of the study, and even pawnshops and banks.

This Fengyage is one of the properties under the Shen family.

Although Shen Pingchuan came from the Shen family, he was not interested in doing business. He liked reading and painting since he was a child, especially the way of painting.

The Shen family is well off, and they have found many good teachers from Dan Qingyi for him, and he has also shown extremely high talent, and he has learned [-]% of the skills of those teachers in the first year of his career.

But for some reason, he always felt that what he had learned was too rigid, as if something crucial was missing, or something stuck in his understanding of Dan Qingyi.

He once thought that those famous masters were hiding their clumsiness, and they kept a hand when teaching him. For this reason, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to ask famous masters for advice.

But it is a pity that the answers we get are all compliments such as "green out of blue" and "teaching can't be taught".

Thinking of Shen's old father being well-informed, he told his old father about his distress, and his old father did tell him that it was called 'shackle' or 'bottleneck'.

It is a phenomenon that occurs only when the understanding of a certain Tao reaches the threshold, just like a cup filled with water, if you want to continue to hold water, you have to expand the cup.

The old man of the Shen family had a very deep experience, and he also gave him some advice, saying that since he can't learn anything from those famous people, he might as well put down his dignity and go to the folks to try.

Shen Pingchuan didn't understand the meaning of the old father's words, even those famous scholars couldn't teach him anything, the folks are so reckless, what's there to try?

But for the love of Dan Qingyi, he still obeyed his old father's advice, put down his figure and went to the folks to seek advice from experts!
At first, some Confucian scholars would ridicule him as 'immoral' and 'disgraceful';
But as time went on, some Confucian scholars' ridicule towards him gradually turned into admiration. Every time they saw him "going out of the stall", people would watch him, and some even took the initiative to discuss it.

Although he didn't get anything for many days, his mentality changed from being impatient at the beginning, to gradually calming down, and then gradually changing to enjoying it...

Today, the rain was over and the weather was fine, and it coincided with the gathering. He also "came out of the stall" early, greeted the people he knew, and started painting on his own.

He didn't think that there would be that kind of expert who could give him advice, but after a few days at the stall, his morality really improved, so it was a worthwhile trip.

A piece of "Moon at the top of the moon" was finished, and before it was signed and stamped, the Confucian scholars who watched the excitement spread compliments such as "exquisite pen and ink", "exquisite painting", and other compliments.

Just as he was lamenting that there are no talented people in the countryside, a sudden voice came out from the crowd of compliments: "This painting has more than enough skill, but not enough energy, it's almost meaningless."

"..."

The compliments from the surrounding Confucian scholars suddenly fell silent, and they turned their eyes to the little Taoist priest who uttered wild words.

Shen Pingchuan raised his head, and also found that the speaker was a handsome little Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe and holding a dust whisk.

What a clean little Taoist!

At the first glance, he felt that the talking little Taoist priest was so clean, as if the dust of the world did not touch him, and standing with the group of Confucian scholars, he felt inexplicably a sense of being out of the world.

The steward of Fengyage Pavilion saw Xiaodao uttering wild words, saying that the paintings of Shaodong's house were almost meaningless, and immediately he snorted coldly and opened his mouth to protect the master: "Xiaodao is not very old, and his tone is really not young."

"Don't be rude!"

Shen Pingchuan glared at him, then cupped his hands at the little Taoist priest, and said apologetically, "Your servant is rude, but I still look at Daoist Chang Haihan."

"It's okay..."

"In Shen Pingchuan, didn't you ask Taoist priest Gao Ming?"

"Poverty Zhang Xiuyuan, be polite."

Seeing that his attitude was kind and kind, Zhang Xiuyuan also responded politely.

"I just heard what the Taoist priest said, Shen's painting is more than skillful, but not angry enough, but he doesn't know what it means?"

After Shen Pingchuan finished speaking, he also felt that his words were somewhat ambiguous, not like asking for advice, but like asking for responsibility, and hurriedly added: "Don't blame Daoist Zhang, Shen has been obsessed with Danqing for many years, and it's the first time I heard that there is not enough anger in the painting, so some Curious, nothing else."

"If you want to paint the moon, you can't just paint the moon."

Zhang Xiuyuan shook his head, handed the whisk in his hand to his junior sister, then walked to the desk, rolled up his cuffs and said with a smile: "Layman Shen, Pindao has also studied Dan Qing a little bit, can you allow Pindao to paint here?" How much do you want to add?"

"I can't ask for it!"

When Shen Pingchuan heard the phrase "If you want to draw the moon, you can't just draw the moon", he felt his heart tremble, his eyes lit up a little, and seeing that he wanted to add a few more strokes, he hurriedly made way sideways, put out A 'please' gesture.

"I hope the Taoist priest will not hesitate to enlighten me!"

"I don't dare to teach you, the painting skills of the poor Taoist are mediocre, and I hope Layman Shen don't blame the poor Taoist for making precious paintings."

Zhang Xiuyuan said politely, and immediately added a few lifelike villains to the painting of "Top of the Moon".

"Just now Pindao also said that if you want to paint the moon, you can't just paint the moon. That's too monotonous, and the painting lacks vitality."

"Since the theme is the moon, you can paint parting; you can paint joyous reunion; you can paint the wedding day is coming, and the beautiful woman is hard to meet; you can paint the meaning of telling someone, the autumn leaves fall; you can paint suddenly looking back, the lights are dim; you can also paint a toast to invite the moon, The shadows become three people; you can also paint thousands of miles to share the beautiful beauty, and there is nowhere to put the lovesickness."

Every time he said a word, he would outline one or two more lifelike little people in his pen. Some of the little people were saying goodbye under the moonlight, holding hands and looking at their tears; Missing; and the little man leaning on the railing alone, suddenly looking back...

Shen Pingchuan's mind was blank, and he stared blankly at the Taoist talking to himself, as if every word he said, every time he outlined a person on the painting, it was a brand new painting! !

How did he connect the 'month' with parting and reunion to hit people's hearts?

How did he connect the 'month' with loneliness to paint that kind of faint sadness?

How did he associate 'Yue' with Sishou without any sense of disobedience?
he is……

Shen Pingchuan looked at the hand trembling slightly, even his breathing became a little short, and he felt inexplicably in his heart that he could still draw like this!

After Zhang Xiuyuan finished his painting, the painting of "Twigs on the Moon" was no longer in shape. Because of too many additions, it could even be said to be messy.

But seeing Shen Pingchuan's enlightened expression, he knew that the matter was probably done.

Among the Confucian scholars who watched the excitement, some frowned as if they had realized something, while others wanted to reprimand the little Taoist priest for destroying precious paintings.

But Zhang Miaoshan only thought that his senior brother was really good.

"Sir, I understand! I understand!!"

Shen Pingchuan's face was blushing, and he looked at Zhang Xiuyuan with excitement and said, "I understand what Mr. said 'lack of vitality in the painting'!!"

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Zhang Xiuyuan frowned and put down the pen in his hand pretending to be surprised, and asked with a half-smile: "Do you really understand? Do you really understand?"

"..."

Shen Pingchuan's breathing was stagnant, and he bowed to salute as a disciple with a serious face, and replied: "Please teach me, sir! There will be a big thank you afterwards!"

Zhang Xiuyuan nodded slightly, and asked, "How to draw?"

"Wind... wind..."

Shen Pingchuan's face froze when he heard the words, and when he was thinking about how to answer, his hands were tightly clenched together, even though his knuckles were faintly turning white, he didn't know it.

"If you want to draw style, you can't just draw style..."

Zhang Xiuyuan said to himself: "You want to draw the curvature of the treetops and the ripples of the lake; you want to draw the sound of the leaves whirling and the path they fall to the ground; you want to draw where the clouds go, where the flying sand drifts, and where the cooking smoke is. Scatter; you want to draw the bells hanging from the eaves ringing, the light boats and bamboo rafts rippling with the waves, and the swings swaying gently..."

He said with a secretive smile, and asked meaningfully: "Do you have any ideas?"

Shen Pingchuan nodded excitedly, "Yes!!"

"Next~"

(End of this chapter)