Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 694 Black Butterfly
Qin Yong and Li Xiuyuan had a dispute with each other.

Although Li Xiuyuan deliberately used Zhang Bangchang's hand to destroy his painting, it was also because he first defrauded and destroyed Gao Fan's painting, and also used despicable means to influence Gao Fan's second painting.

He will not tolerate such a villain's behavior.

Since Qin Yong's methods are despicable, then Li Xiuyuan doesn't intend to be a gentleman with him.

He destroyed Gao Fan's paintings, and Li Xiuyuan destroyed his paintings.

Of course, the purpose is not to make it impossible for Qin Yong to win the top spot, but to give Gao Fan a fair chance to compete. In order to get this opportunity, he is willing to guarantee a thousand gold. Apologize.

If you can't win, then naturally you don't need to say anything.

Moreover, Li Xiuyuan also believed that this Qin Yong had a guilty conscience and must be inferior to Gao Fan, otherwise he would not use such means to influence Gao Fan's painting.

"A few of you are scholars, the mainstay of the Song Dynasty in the future. I don't know why things are arguing with each other. Can you talk to this prince? Maybe I can give a few comments." At this time, the third prince who heard the dispute here Zhao Jing came over accompanied by his guards and entourage.

"Third Prince?"

"I have seen the third prince."

Several people saluted in unison.

At this time Qin Yongdao: "Going back to the third prince, I really can't be angry, but a good painting was destroyed by the two of them, I'm afraid I can't dedicate it to you, the third prince." After speaking, he shook his head and sighed.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Although his paintings are good, they are still not worth thousands of gold, and let today's officials pass by. There are several days here where his painting skills are better than him, but because of the limited time, he can't show it. If it is three If the prince can be tolerant for half an hour, I think he can see something better than this one.

To paint better paintings, I wonder if the third prince can extend the time for half an hour? "

Zhao Jing smiled and said: "It turned out that it was for this matter, and it would not be a problem to extend it by half an hour, but seeing that this friend is so heroic, he seems to look down on Qin Yong's painting, so I think he must be a person with real talent and learning, I don't know you What is your opinion on calligraphy and painting?"

Qin Yong heard the words and said: "The third prince's words are justified. If you can make a better picture than me, then I will be convinced. Even if the painting just now is not trampled, I will tear it up personally. Can't draw a more vivid picture than the picture of birds singing in the empty mountain just now

, That's jealousy, intentionally destroying people's pictures, and you should pay me a thousand gold. "

Li Xiuyuan's eyes moved slightly, he just wanted to seek a fair opportunity for Gao Fan to paint, but Qin Yong unexpectedly pointed the finger at himself.

The third prince on the side also had a heart for Qin Yong, after all, he is a well-known talent in the capital, and he was born as a Jinshi, so he was worth wooing, so he nodded and said, "Qin Yong's words are good, but I wonder if this friend can not be stingy with his painting skills? Let this prince take a look at his vision and see who in this world is more skilled than Qin Yong in painting.

What does a good painting look like?At that time, my prince will also ask Mrs. Zhu to comment, and there will be no bias. "

"This is terrible." Zhang Bangchang on the side almost couldn't help covering his face with his sleeves.

Now something went wrong.

Originally, he was dissatisfied and wanted to take revenge on Qin Yong so that Gao Fan could catch up, but things turned out like this.

Brother Li is going to be unlucky now, he doesn't know how to paint.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan laughed, and then said: "I don't know what kind of painting the third prince and this brother Qin think is a good painting? Is it like this destroyed picture of birds singing in the empty mountain? I don't think so." , this painting is vulgar, so it is not considered a good painting. Why do people in the world admire Wang Xizhi's copybooks?

?Because his copybooks are full of verve, not vulgar, nor ingenious, and the calligraphy and painting are magical, they are naturally sought after by the world. "

"Then what do you see?" Qin Yong asked coldly.

After all, it must be hard for me to be told that my paintings are vulgar.

"Calligraphy and painting have only reached the level of a master, and they are worth passing down for thousands of years, but the truly top-notch paintings in the world are not lifelike, but psychic. Painting can be psychic, and that is the highest level of painting skills." Li Xiuyuan said: "If Zhang Sengyou's paintings have already reached the level of gods. It is rumored that he has
What do you think is the finishing touch? "

"A ridiculous point of view, the finishing touch, it's just an unofficial legend, and you actually take it seriously." Qin Yong sneered.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Legend? I don't think so, because my paintings can be magical, but I'm afraid of being regarded as crooked by others, and my spells are top-notch, so I have never used them in front of people. And what you don't know doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I have a collection of Zhang Sengyou's words, and they can indeed reach the gods, but
It is because the painting can communicate with the gods that it will not be handed down to future generations. "

"Paintings can psychic, this is the first time I have heard such an interesting statement, Xiaosheng, what do you mean your paintings can psychic?" At this time Zhu Qian, Master Zhu came over and heard Li Xiuyuan's words The remarks seemed a little curious.

Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "Painting can be psychic, it will come to life, painting birds can fly, painting fish can swim, this is psychic."

"The painted things can become real? This is the first time this prince heard that if a Taoist uses illusion to change, this prince really believes it, but it is unprecedented for a scholar to make a painting into a living thing." Ah." Third Prince Zhao Jing couldn't help laughing.

I thought this person was a little out of his mind, and he was talking too much, which was completely irrelevant.

Qin Yong didn't want to listen to his nonsense at this moment, so he said loudly: "Since you said that your painting can psychic, then try to draw a psychic painting, if your painting can really come alive, I will put this in my hand in front of everyone. Eat a picture of birds singing in an empty mountain."

His words were heard by many scholars nearby, and they couldn't help but look around.

"What? Paintings can be magical, and the things in the paintings can still come to life. How is this possible? Who is talking nonsense?"

"I don't know him, he's a scholar who just came to the capital, but it's too unbelievable that the thing in the painting came to life."

"As expected of a scholar, bragging is so different."

Some of the spectators were surprised, some made fun of them, and they talked a lot, thinking that it was really interesting that the third prince's daughter was seeking a painting to encounter such a thing.

Li Xiuyuan didn't say much, just smiled slightly, and walked to a painting table, casually, a ink pen appeared in his hand, this pen was made like emerald, crystal clear, faintly shining with seven colors of light.

But soon, the light disappeared, and the magic disappeared, and it looked like an ordinary writing brush.

This pen was given to him by a fairy when he was in Tianmu Mountain.

The pen is not an ordinary pen, it is the condensed talent of painting. The fairy has been painting for hundreds of years, and the painting has become magical. The ink pen made by his talent can make anyone who is not proficient in painting instantly become a painting. master.

He pondered for a while, and immediately painted with ink, and immediately there were three black butterflies on a piece of white rice paper.

"The painting is finished." Li Xiuyuan said.

People around walked over and took a look, and immediately Qin Yong couldn't help but chuckle; "Just three butterflies, is this considered a painting?"

"I'm just showing off my painting skills. I don't really want to finish a painting. You don't have the time to wait for me to finish a painting, do you? And whether the painting is good or bad, I have to let Master Zhu comment, not If someone says no, it won’t work.”

Li Xiu walked away, and then handed the painting to Master Zhu.

"It's worth looking at? You said that your paintings can be magical, but why not? You said that your drawing skills are very high, but in the end you only drew three butterflies. This thing can be drawn by a 12-year-old boy." If there is any difficulty, don’t you dare to comment on Old Master Zhu, don’t you have any sense of shame?”

Qin Yongdao.

After Zhu Qian took the painting, he looked at it seriously, and then frowned.

The three black butterflies on the white paper seem simple, but in fact they have extraordinary charm. It is not complicated to talk about a few strokes, but it makes people have endless aftertaste and never tires of watching it.

"This painting has acquired the charm, even if it is not magical, it is worse than any painting here. This level of painting skills even makes me feel ashamed." Zhu Qian said.

"What?" Qin Yong didn't expect Zhu Qian to have such an attitude, and to say something that he was ashamed of when facing a few butterflies in the painting.

This evaluation is too high.

Zhao Jing who was on the side said: "My prince is dull, I don't know what is so good about this painting, can I ask Mr. Zhu for advice?"

"This is not how you look at the painting, but you hold it in your hand and look at it slightly shaking." Zhu Qian saw the painting and handed it to Zhao Jing.

After Zhao Jing took it, with doubts on his face, he tried to shake the rice paper in his hand slightly.

The next moment, he opened his eyes wide, with an incredulous look on his face.

However, the drawing paper was trembling slightly, and the three black butterflies on it seemed to come alive, vibrating their wings and flying, chasing and playing with each other.

(End of this chapter)