Chapter 1212 (1/2)
”Change a piece of rice paper!”
Sun Mo said, ”at least 18 feet long! A foot and a half wide
”Ah?”
The king of Qi was stunned at first, then he became excited. Sun Mo wanted to make a large rice paper. Otherwise, why did he want such a large rice paper?
”Go! Go
The king of Qi urged.
”Sunmo, it's almost OK.”
Li xiuhao was heartbroken and advised that this kind of famous painting should be put in Tang Guocai. Now it should be cheaper.
”Just a picture!”
It doesn't matter to sun Mo, he's just returning the favor.
People in the society, always involves the sophistication of the world. Sun Mo himself does not need the friendship of the king of Qi, but the cucurbit children do.
If one day they commit a crime in the state of Qi or want to seek refuge, sun Mo hopes that the king of Qi can take care of them in his own face.
Soon, the brush, ink, paper and inkstone are ready. Sun Mo stands in front of the table, closes his eyes and begins to brew his emotions.
To say that the most famous traditional Chinese painting of the florist must be Zhang Zeduan's Riverside painting at Qingming Festival, which simply integrates the customs of the Song Dynasty into one painting volume.
Sun Mo has seen this famous painting, but he won't copy it. Instead, he plans to draw a picture of the wind and the moon on the golden ridge.
This is the most familiar and emotional city for him.
Sun Mo vomited out a mouthful of turbid Qi, picked up his pen and dipped it in ink and began to write!
First of all, a swallow goes back to spring in autumn, pecks at the spring mud, and builds its new nest under the eaves of a farmhouse.
When the door opened, a boy ran out with a fish basket. Not far away, there was a river, and there were farmers washing clothes on both sides of the river!
Looking along the current, there are more people. The sounds of peddlers, captors and jugglers seem to break through the paper and enter the ears of people clearly.
This is because each character's expression is different and meticulous.
Sun Mo's traditional Chinese painting techniques, including figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects, as well as mountains and rivers, are all master level, so he can fully convey their emotions through facial expressions and characters' expressions.
Sun Mo is getting better.
On the high stage, no one spoke any more. They were all appreciating sun Mo's painting skills. Seeing one person, one thing, one plant and one tree growing out of sun Mo's pen, they felt very comfortable.
This actually involves a kind of psychology, just like watching some decompression videos, you can't tell the reason, but you just feel relaxed and comfortable.
Sun Mo originally wanted to draw the life of the common people in Jinling and draw a picture of the prosperity of the country and the people. After all, this is a gift for people, so it's natural to ask for good luck.
It's just that when the famous prostitute Hua Kui opens the door to welcome the guests, sun Mo can't help but put more effort into the figure and face of the famous prostitute.
Before he came to Jinling, he retired from the army. Fortunately, he got out of a deep field. He heard that he had done the whole work. But Sun Mo had no actual combat experience, and he didn't know whether it was like this.
In a word, Shentian will not be able to see it in the future.
There are many temples in Jinling, 480 temples and many houses with misty rain. Compared with them, the brothels and flower houses are no less.
Sun Mo drew them all. There were attics along the Qinhuai River, Xiangfang in the prosperous place, and boats floating on the lake
In addition, there are some farmers with deep alleys and small paths, who do some business of half hidden doors. For low-end customers.
Sun Mo drew all the women he had seen in his mind, and they were extremely exquisite, ranging from finger movements to clothes.
Not to mention, when these actresses put on all kinds of costumes of the Tang Dynasty, they still have a special style.
”Oh, I don't want to draw clothes any more.”
Sun Mo regretted that, with a flash of light in his mind, he drew a silhouette of a woman bathing in a window on the second floor.
She seemed to have forgotten to close the window before, but now she comes to remedy it.
A desire to say but also ashamed of the meaning of the paper.
At this point, sun Mo has already painted. He is walking away with the dragon and the snake. The inspiration in his mind is just like a spring.
Since there are things falling from the second floor, Pan Jinlian's arrangement is that, naturally, there should be a fight to kill XiMenqing in Wu Erlang's Lion House. However, this is a glorious and prosperous time. It should not be too bloody and obscure.
By the way, if there are scholars, then the romance of the west chamber can not be lacked!
High gate courtyard, pavilions and pavilions, maid let the wind, Miss rendezvous, lover walk along the wall!
Probably because of too much investment, so the wonderful pen and flower scene, broke out again.
However, they are not attracted by the women's eyes.
This Isn't that beautiful?
No, it can't be said to be good-looking, but an indescribable temperament!
There are so many women, as many as dozens of them, and none of them has the same appearance, and all of them are more than seven points.”Beautiful! Want it
When sun Mo finished painting, the king of Qi asked him what happened to these women.
It has to be said that this product has the potential of being dizzy.
When others saw the painting, they simply thought that these figures were beautiful. At most, they were used as casting materials. The king of Qi wanted people.
Sun Mo had already spent three hours. Because it was getting dark, the king of Qi ordered the eunuchs to light the butter lamps to make the whole platform bright.
Not everyone likes painting. Xia Taikang, for example, left the scene on the ground of physical discomfort.
He returned to the hotel, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw a man in a colored robe standing in front of the window, hands behind his back, looking in the direction of Victory Square.
”Teacher!”
Xia Taikang quickly saluted, some doubts in his heart, the teacher's whereabouts, has always been mysterious, once appeared, there must be something to tell himself.
”Li Ziqi's star sea, you help me get it back!”
Black robe teacher orders.
”Well?”
Xia Taikang frowned. The teacher has seen so many good things that he has always wanted nothing. But why Li Ziqi's painting this time?
Is it true that she painted better than the teacher's?
Yes, Xia Taikang cheated. After he drew half of it, he felt that he could not make a famous painting. So he asked the teacher to come and paint for him with his body.
Therefore, this sentence of black robe also represents that he thinks he is inferior to Li Ziqi.
”Li Ziqi's paintings, beyond this era, you can't understand, very normal!”
Black robe teacher explained.
Xia Taikang's face suddenly became bad. He knew the teacher's standard and crushed all the famous teachers present today. Therefore, it means that in the eyes of the teacher, Li Ziqi is incomparably excellent.
”The end of parents is the starting point of children. If you lose to Li Ziqi, I don't blame you. His teacher's position is too high.”
Black robed teacher sighed.
”You're not as good as sunmo?”
Xia Taikang curls his mouth.
”If you mean vision, then I'm not as good as him!”
Xia Taikang was shocked by this famous black robed teacher's words. Did he know how proud this teacher was. In his eyes, all saints were nothing but pigs and dogs!
”Well, remember to get back Li Ziqi's paintings at all costs!”
After the famous black robed master gave his orders, he suddenly disappeared in front of the window, as if he had never appeared before.
Xia Taikang did not dare to disobey his teacher, so he had to go back to Victory Square and find the king of Qi.
Although the king of Qi was not very old, he worked too much every night and didn't know how to control himself. So he was out of health. After watching for two hours, he had to go back to a tent set up in the square.
When Xia Taikang came to meet him, he found that Wan Kangcheng, vice principal of the black and white school palace, was also there.
”Ten thousand teachers, how about this matter again?”
The king of Qi was not interested in Li Ziqi's paintings, but when Wan Kangcheng wanted to, he began to think carefully again.
”Your Majesty, Li Ziqi's paintings are meaningless to you. Only when they are put in the black and white school can they be sublimated!”
Wan Kangcheng explained patiently.