Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 698 Sleeping Dragon Picture

Facing the enthusiasm of the third prince Zhao Jing, Li Xiuyuan just put it off. Although he is a prince, he is not worthy of awe in his eyes.

Because there is a prince of the Great Song Kingdom imprisoned in his tiger picture.

However, Zhao Jing said enthusiastically: "Mr. Li's painting skills are so superb. Today, Mr. Li must be the one who is looking for a painting with a lot of money. Can you ask Mr. Li to do another painting, so that Father, look at this How miraculous is Zhang Sengyou's ability to draw the finishing touch? If Mr. Li's painting skills are buried
No, then this is the loss of the Song Dynasty. "

"My paintings are not worth mentioning."

Li Xiuyuan said: "Paintings that are close to ghosts and gods, if they are given to the officials, it will spoil the atmosphere of the court. The first-class spells will easily make people disgusted by the officials above the court. Relying on this to win the happiness of the officials, I am afraid It is not appropriate to be called a monster who will bring disaster to the country and the people.

The painting just now is enough to make everyone happy, it is really not suitable for displaying in front of people. "

"Mr. Li's words are wrong. If this level of painting skills can't be seen by the emperor and let the world know, it will be a pity in the literary world. Please don't shirk, Mr. Li. I sincerely beg You are a masterpiece." Zhao Jing said.

Li Xiuyuan pondered for a while and said: "My painting can't be put on the table, and I can't convince you gentlemen, so as not to make people think that I rely on magic and illusion to win the first place. I can send a painting to the third prince in private. Third prince, you daughter should be chosen among these paintings,
Only in this way can people be convinced, and people can be convinced. "

"If the third prince agrees, I will draw a picture immediately. If the third prince insists on asking for a thousand gold, I will not accept it."

After speaking, he gave a salute, and his tone was very serious.

He accepted this thousand dollars to beg for a painting, and he was bound by fame and fortune, which was just the result he didn't want to see.

It doesn't matter if you send a painting in private.

"This, this." Zhao Jing hesitated, a little hesitant.

In fact, because of Li Xiuyuan's status, even if his paintings are mediocre, he will ask for thousands of dollars, let alone his paintings can be magical. I didn't expect that such a temptation of fame and fortune could not impress him. It seems that this matter cannot If you are so impatient, you have to figure it out slowly.

"Since Mr. Li said so, then what is the prince not agreeing to? Just follow Mr. Li's words. As long as I can get Mr. Li's paintings, I will agree to any conditions." Zhao Jing said politely .

Li Xiuyuan smiled: "I don't know what painting the third prince is looking for? Is it a picture of mountains, waters, birds and animals, or a picture of four seasons?"

Zhao Jingdao: "Mr. Li, your paintings can be magical, which is rare in the world. In the past, Zhang Sengyou painted the finishing touch. Today, the prince boldly asks Mr. Li for a picture of the dragon roaming the nine heavens for his father."

"Drawing a dragon?" Li Xiuyuan's eyes moved slightly.

Although it is not a taboo for the prince to ask for a dragon picture, he also took this opportunity to reveal his ambition.

I also want to do my best to jump and become the real dragon emperor.

Li Xiuyuan pretended not to know, and said with a smile: "Although it is not difficult to draw a dragon roaming nine heavens, it is difficult to paint the dragon's eyes. If the eyes are painted, the real dragon will break free from the painting and rush to the sky, soaring in the sea. Can't call it back, because the dragon can't be restrained, Zhang Sengyou's dragon has

The eyes can break free from the stone wall and cannot be trapped, let alone a thin piece of rice paper. "

Zhao Jingdao: "Then can we not draw the eyes first?"

"Of course it's okay, but the dragon has no eyes, so is it still a dragon?" Li Xiuyuan said, "Why don't you paint something else, such as tigers and leopards, white deer, golden rooster and so on."

The implication is that you Zhao Jing can't be Jackie Chan, but if you are a prince, you will have peace and wealth.

"Although there are many auspicious beasts in the world, there are no auspicious beasts that can compare with real dragons. I invite Mr. Li to write." Zhao Jing thought for a while and decided to draw dragons.

This is not a question of pursuing painting, but a question of his determination.

If he doesn't even have the determination to ask for a real dragon map, then what face does Zhao Jing have to solicit Li Xiuyuan?

Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Since the third prince insists on drawing, let's draw a dragon."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked over, spreading out the rice paper, the ink pen in his hand was already in his hand.

"I grind ink for my husband." Zhao Jing hurriedly walked over to grind ink for him.

Li Xiuyuan didn't refuse when he saw this, but immediately painted with ink, and in an instant, there was a layer of clouds on top of the painting, as if the sun was shining after the rain, and everything was bathed in light, and it was shocking. Yes, the clouds drawn in his hands are not dead, but shaking
, like real clouds floating in mid-air, moving slowly.

"It's moving, it's moving, the clouds are moving, it's amazing." Zhang Bangchang exclaimed, and the small notebook in his hand was not idle, and recorded such anecdotes and strange things in it.

The scholars nearby opened their eyes even wider, envious and adored in their hearts.

Such skills can't wait to be owned by themselves.

It's a pity that even if Li Xiuyuan paints in public, he can't learn anything by watching.

With the same technique, other people's hands can make the clouds shake, the breeze blows, and the sun shines down, but in my own hands, the clouds are still clouds, the wind does not see the wind, and it still looks lifeless, without such magic.

Can't learn, can't learn.

The scholars felt extremely regretful in their hearts.

After Li Xiuyuan finished drawing the sky, he drew the real dragon. With the outline of his ink brush, the dragon scales appeared, and in a blink of an eye, a real dragon shuttled among the clouds appeared vividly on the paper.

"This dragon is alive, look, look, this dragon is moving through the clouds, and its body is about to fly over." A scholar next to him exclaimed.

In the clouds, the body of the real dragon swims, sometimes revealing its vigorous body and sometimes revealing its sharp dragon claws.

It's just that the dragon's head is not complete, and the dragon's expression cannot be seen.

But it is conceivable that if this dragon is extraordinary after painting, it must be able to shock the audience and amaze countless scholars.

Haven't got the form, already got the spirit.

"In vain I have studied painting for ten years, and only now do I know the essence of this painting. It turns out that painting skills that have reached a certain height can really turn dead things into living things, psychic. I used to doubt the achievements of the ancients. How stupid."

"Isn't it? I once heard that someone painted a cluster of peach blossoms in spring, which attracted bees to stay and butterflies to stand. Flowers have the fragrance of painting, and painted birds have birdsong. I only hate that I, a frog at the bottom of the well, can’t see it.
How wide it is to this day, I missed the opportunity to meet that expert. "

"I can see the finishing touch of the masterpiece today, and I will have no regrets in this life."

Seeing the dragon on the rice paper gradually take shape, the scholars who watched were amazed and moved, and some couldn't help but burst into tears.

It's hard to believe this kind of thing without seeing it with your own eyes, but it's even more crazy after seeing it with your own eyes.

Such a painting is not only worth a thousand gold, even ten thousand gold can't get it.

"Shh, hurry up, everyone, be quiet, the leader is coming out." Someone hissed.

Immediately, the presence instantly became quiet.

No one dared to disturb them, and those who were closer directly held their breath. If there were scholars looking around and shouting and asking, they would be killed by the eyes of others immediately, and then obediently shut up.

This is the birth of a legend.

Today, Li Xiuyuan's paintings of real dragons by the Longyin Lake will surely leave his name through the ages, just like Wang Xizhi wrote the preface to the Orchid Pavilion after drinking, and Tang Minghuang wrote the song of neon clothes and feather clothes.

And they may not appear in the story, but if they can see such a legend in this life, future generations must be proud of it.

Hundreds of years later, when scholars visit Longyin Lake and talk about today's stories, if future generations are here, they will be able to proudly point to the lakeside and say to those scholars: My grandfather saw Li Xiuyuan here. Draw a picture of a real dragon.

a while.

Ninety percent of the dragon head is finished, leaving only a pair of longan empty.

As soon as the painting stops, the miraculous also stops.

Clouds are still clouds, dragons are still dragons, nothing moves.

This is a lack, and things that are lacking cannot pass through the gods.

"Why, why don't you draw it? Sir, please continue to write, this dragon is about to be finished."

Some people saw that the painting stopped drawing in the end, and they felt even more like a cat scratching. They were extremely anxious, and only hated themselves for not having such skills, otherwise they would have rushed to grab the brush to continue.

"I can't draw any more. If I finish drawing the eyes of this dragon, the dragon will really tear up the painting with claws and claws and fly out. Wouldn't it be a pity that the painting will be destroyed and the real dragon will fly away?"

"Absolutely can't draw any more. Some people didn't believe in Zhang Sengyou back then and told him to draw the dragon's eyes. As a result, four dragons flew and two dragons flew. Now this Mr. Li only draws one. If it flies away, where will it be?" to find?"

"Yeah, I can't draw."

Scholars would not do such mediocre things. With Zhang Sengyou's lessons learned from the past, they not only refused to ask Li Xiuyuan to paint his eyes, but prevented him from asking him not to paint his eyes.

This shows that they are convinced that Li Xiuyuan's painting can be magical.

I am very sure in my heart that once the painting is completed, the dragon will fly away.

Li Xiuyuan smiled: "I still have to draw the eyes, but I thought of a good idea when I was painting before. I don't have to worry about the dragon flying away, and I don't have to worry about the eyes not being incomplete."

After speaking, he wrote again.

But I saw this real dragon shuttling through the clouds, not showing its teeth and claws, glaring at the world, but drooping its eyelids, closing its eyes and falling into a lethargic sleep.

But even so, the eyes were still painted.

The real dragon coils around the sky, the clouds and mists are lingering between breaths, the rays of light are everywhere, and there are faint sounds of wind and thunder, which can be heard endlessly.

"Oh my God, this dragon is sleeping soundly, I heard it snoring." Someone almost bit his tongue and almost jumped up in shock.

People who are close can even hear the real dragon breathing clouds, spewing rays of light, and making sounds like wind and thunder. It is really like a real dragon sleeping in front of your eyes.

(End of this chapter)