Freelance Artist

ps: Regarding the couplets, some of them are indeed turned upside down. It is mainly for the plot service. It is like a guest from heaven. If the protagonist is not reading it out, it will be a bit meaningless. So everyone can understand that the couplets of Blue Star are in the same direction. Let's be honest, the rules should be looser. Quantum mechanics can't be used to explain parallel time and space.

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The poem becomes instantaneous.

Almost all eyes were fixed on the last two lines of Lin Zhibai's poem, so much so that everyone's focus even temporarily shifted from the miraculous calligraphy.

When you are drunk, you don’t know what the sky is like!

A boat full of clear dreams fills the galaxy!

Lin Zhibai uses dreamlike brushstrokes to outline a dream that makes people fall into despair just thinking about it. It is as if the protagonist in the poem is not parking a boat in Dongting Lake, but rowing on the Milky Way. All he saw was a starry world.

【What a nice view! 】

[This poem is so amazing! 】

[After being drunk, I forgot that the stars in the water were just reflections. In my clear dream, I was lying on the Milky Way...]

[This artistic conception is absolutely beautiful! 】

【I was really shocked by this poem! 】

[The last two lines of the poem are absolutely killing me! 】

[On the ship before, the richest man did not have the monk Zhi Rong Doushi. Sure enough, he just wanted to keep a low profile and save face for the other party. 】

【yes. 】

[If the richest man on the boat had taken out this poem, Shang Zhirong’s poem would have seemed much more mediocre. 】

Studio.

Both those who knew poetry and those who didn’t knew poetry were shocked!

This is the most charming part of Chinese, which is really hard to compare with other languages.

But a few numbers can outline the situations and images that make people yearn for it.

Compared with the noise in the live broadcast room, the East Pavilion was completely silent at the moment. The literati gathered around were stunned. Looking at the poem written by Lin Zhibai, three words inexplicably flashed in their hearts:

Martial Law!

Lin Zhibai, who came from Qinzhou, was young and carefree. He was just a single-handed man, but his literary talents overshadowed dozens of literati in Qizhou. What is this if not a dragon crossing the river?

But let’s not talk about where we came from.

This poem is so beautiful. It’s so beautiful that no one even bothers with the technique of the poem. They just feel that every word in the last two sentences is natural and just right. Not to mention that Lin Zhibai’s handwriting is so good. This Against the background of the two beauties, both the works of Xia Xinyi, the most talented woman in Qizhou, and Shang Zhirong's masterpiece that has been recognized by everyone will inevitably look overshadowed!

"What a poem!"

"He can be called the leader of this round!"

"I admire Mr. Lin's talent!"

"This round of questions came out of the blue. I believe that even if Mr. Lin has a draft in mind, he will definitely spend very little time. He can create such a poem in a short period of time. This is the only time in my life that I have seen it!"

"write like an angel!"

"Writing and poetry are two great things!"

To say that he must be an older scholar and stable.

He speaks in a polite manner and praises his level of proficiency, unlike some people in the live broadcast room, or the Three Musketeers of Qizhou Literary Circle, who talk about "what the hell are they really good at".

"You guys are overly complimentary."

Lin Zhibai bowed his hand humbly. On someone else's territory, he couldn't be too aggressive, otherwise he would look like he was just here to cause trouble. Besides, the literati friends in Qizhou were very friendly.

"Brother Lin really saved my face on the ship before."

Shang Zhirong said quietly, no matter how good his poem was, it could not compare with Lin Zhibai's poem, and even the poem left by Xia Xinyi was outclassed.

However, it can also be seen from this:

Lin Zhibai was not a pushy person, but because of Lin Zhibai's status and his reputation as the most talented person in Qinzhou, there would always be people pushing him to take action.

"Brother Shang, there is no need to belittle yourself."

Lin Zhibai comforted him and said, "Let's go to the third level."

Having passed the couplet and poetry exams, Lin Zhibai was already mentally prepared as he didn't know what kind of difficulties were waiting for him in the third level.

…

But what Lin Zhibai didn't know was.

When he went to the third level.

There are already many people in Tiantianju, and among them, sitting in the most important position are the two leaders of Qizhou literary circles.

Hu Wei.

Shi Yun.

The two were chatting at the moment.

Hu Wei smiled and said: "I heard that Xinyi wrote a good poem when she just passed the second level. How about reading it and listening to it?"

"That little girl has made a fool of herself."

Xia Xinyi's position was not far from the two literary leaders. She smiled slightly and then said: "Looking up to the sky from Pinghu..."

Everyone listened, their eyes showing appreciation.

Especially some male literati of the right age have eyes filled with admiration.

As for Xia Xinyi, although she is slim, fair-skinned, and pretty, she is inferior to those female celebrities and even female Internet celebrities.

But I couldn't resist Xia Xinyi's intellectual temperament.

What's more, she is recognized by Qizhou as "the most talented woman of the young generation".

And whether men in the literary world admit it or not, the aura of "the most talented woman" does give them a desire to conquer Xia Xinyi.

"Good poem."

Regarding Xia Xinyi's work, Shi Yun also expressed his approval and said with a smile: "I'm afraid the leader in the second round is Xinyi. The reward is quite good."

"Not always."

Hu Wei smiled and said: "Old Shi, don't you know who I invited here today? If he is here, Xinyi's poem may not come out on top."

"who?"

Shi Yun was stunned for a moment.

An expectant voice came from the side: "Of course it's Qinzhou's number one couplet master, the legendary king of duels Lin Zhibai. I left an interesting couplet for him in the first level. I hope he can match it. If not, It’s very boring to go there…”

"What couplet?"

Hu Wei and Shi Yun were both curious, and the topic was no longer entangled in whether Xia Xinyi's poem could become the leader of the second round.

However, Xia Xinyi's eyes flickered slightly.

Lin Zhibai...

The most talented person in Qinzhou?

He is truly a young talent that makes people curious.

The person who just spoke was none other than Li Bai, the first person in Qizhou couplets. He cupped his hands with the two literary leaders and said with a smile: "My first couplet is as big as the people in the Buddhist temple, and the Buddha in the temple is bigger than people."

"Come backwards?"

Shi Yun frowned and said: "Your design is too complicated. It's hard for people to have ideas in a short time. Do you have a second link yourself..."

"certainly."

Li Bai said loudly: "My second line is [people come to the exchange, and people come to the exchange]."

Poof!

Xia Xinyi said helplessly: "Uncle Li is following this idea, can't I also do it for someone [who comes to inspect the institute, and who comes to inspect it]?"

"It's okay."

Li Bai's eyes lit up after repeating it, "So Xinyi, you are a talented woman. You were able to follow my train of thought immediately and come up with such a sentence."

"There's no beauty in it."

Hu Wei made a criticism, and then after thinking about it for a while, he said in a deep voice: "It is better to say [the pavilion is full of fragrant flowers, and the pavilion is full of fragrant flowers]."

"good."

Shi Yun's interest was also aroused. After pondering for a moment, he said, "How about [Guests staying in the hall, guests staying in the middle hall]?"

"good!"

Li Bai smiled and said: "You two are worthy of being the leaders of our Qizhou literary world."

Of course he was joking about his couplet. What he really prepared was [birds fly to the nest in the forest, birds fly to the nest in the forest], but there was no need to read it out again. He was more curious about what Lin Zhibai would do if the other party This is not true, the so-called top couplet master in Qinzhou is nothing more than this.

At this moment.

Someone is coming.

When Li Bai saw the other party, his eyes lit up and he shouted: "Xiao Lu, how is the situation? Lin Zhibai is here, right? Does he have any ideas for that couplet?"

"some."

The man named Xiao Lu laughed and said: "Mr. Lin was not only right, but his second line also received applause from the whole room!"

"The whole house applauds?"

Li Bowen: "What is he right about?"

All the literati present immediately looked at this young man. Even Hu Wei and Shi Yun were aroused to be curious. Xiao Lu suddenly felt pressure and did not dare to show off. He quickly said: "Mr. Lin is right, it is natural to live in a guest place. It’s a guest from heaven.”

A natural home for guests?

A visitor from heaven?

The literati present were shocked.

The two leading figures in the literary world of Qizhou can get this couplet right, and Xia Xinyi can barely get it right, but in terms of appropriateness and occasion, Lin Zhibai's second couplet should be the best!

"That's right!"

Li Bai couldn't help but praise loudly: "The second couplet that Mr. Hu and Mr. Shi just paired was actually very good. Xinyi's one barely passed the test, but the most perfect one is Lin Zhibai's second couplet. Such a good one is actually a guest from heaven." , it seems that the other party is a very arrogant young man."

The "arrogance" in Li Bai's words has no derogatory connotation.

Because Li Bai believes that capable young people have the right to be arrogant. He was also very crazy when he was young. When he is not crazy when he is young, when will he be crazy?

"It's really good."

Hu Wei was not angry because Li Bai said that this second line was better than his own. Instead, he smiled and said to Shi Yun:

"Now do you still think that the leader of the second round will be Xinyi?"

"certainly."

Shi Yundao said: "Xinyi's poem is of good quality. In addition, the level of couplets cannot be confused with poetry. Otherwise, the best poet in Qizhou should be Li Bai."

"Old Shi, please don't bury me."

Li Bai said with a smile: "I'm not bad at writing poetry, but I just naturally love couplets more."

"that……"

Later, Xiao Lu seemed to be hesitant to speak. Xia Xinyi, who had been silent next to her, discovered that she took the initiative and said, "That Mr. Lin should have passed the second round, right?"

"Exactly."

Xiao Lu scratched his head and said, "Moreover, Mr. Lin's second round of poems also received applause from the audience. Many people at the scene thought that poem was the leader..."

"What poem?"

Shi Yun was a little shocked. He obviously didn't know as much about Lin Zhibai as Hu Wei did.

Xiao Lu said: "That poem was very well written, I couldn't help but write it down. The west wind blew the waves in the old Dongting Pavilion, and Mr. Xiang's hair became white all night long. After he was drunk, he didn't know that the sky was on the water, and the boat was full of clear dreams that overwhelmed the stars. "

hiss.

There was a gasp of air at the scene.

There was just a whisper.

"This Mr. Lin has great talent and is worthy of being the most talented person in Qinzhou."

"It should be said that he is indeed a ruthless person who has the ability to single-handedly destroy the Qinzhou Poetry Conference."

"My friends in Qinzhou mentioned him and said that he is extraordinary. Today I have finally seen it."

"It's really awesome."

"This poem is worthy of being the leader."

And Xia Xinyi was also reciting this poem in her heart, feeling a little dazed.

Was it created on the spot?

The content of the contact poem looks very much like it was written by Lin Zhibai on the spur of the moment.

After all, there was wine before crossing the river, so it was reasonable for him to board the boat while drunk. The local wine in Qizhou had a strong stamina, and the people in Qinzhou were not used to drinking it.

"You are indeed better than me."

Xia Xinyi thought this, but there was not much frustration on her face.

Hu Wei pondered: "When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars..."

Shi Yun murmured: "The Mr. Lin you invited, Old Hu, is not easy. After passing the first two of the three levels, he crushed everyone."

"The first two levels?"

Hu Wei laughed and said: "The first two levels are actually okay. I'm just afraid that the third level will be the most terrifying time for him."

"Why?"

"Because Mr. Lin's calligraphy is unparalleled in the world."

"Then why don't we go and greet him?"

"Okay! Let's go and greet him, and also see his unparalleled calligraphy!"

…

When he reached the third level, Lin Zhibai turned around and took a look and found that only the Three Musketeers were left beside him, and the others did not follow.

Lin Zhibai: "Where are they?"

Jiang Shourang: "We're fighting in the back."

Lin Zhibai: "What?"

Song Xingliang: "They are competing for the poem you just wrote."

Lin Zhibai: "That's just what I wrote casually."

Jiang Shourang: "That's what I say, but they think it's very collectible."

Lin Zhibai: "..."

Although Lin Zhibai's calligraphy is very good, the poem he just wrote was really casual. He just wrote the handwriting clearly so that everyone can understand it.

Definitely not a calligraphy work.

Naturally, there is nothing worth fighting for.

Shang Zhirong sighed: "It seems that Brother Lin doesn't know enough about himself."

For a top calligrapher like Lin Zhibai, even if he writes something casually, some people will regard it as a treasure.

When Shang Zhirong finished speaking, someone who was passing the third level turned around and said, "Whose voice is so familiar to me? It turns out it's you three. If you want to pass the third level this year, you have to leave a set of words." Or paint.”

"Calligraphy and painting?"

Lin Zhibai didn't expect that the third level would be like this.

I thought there would be some special questions in this level.

Shang Zhirong smiled, "It seems that Brother Guan Lin is going to come out on top again. Who can compete with you in terms of calligraphy?"

“Calligraphy is not challenging.”

Lin Zhibai smiled and decided to deepen the outside world's impression of his painting skills, "I'll paint."

"draw?"

The Three Musketeers were stunned. They only knew that Lin Zhibai's calligraphy was invincible and they had seen the second level, but they didn't know that he could also draw.

"Ink painting."

Lin Zhibai asked the staff to prepare paint for him.

Because the pursuit of efficiency is the pursuit of success, most people choose to display calligraphy, and few people choose painting like Lin Zhibai.

Um?

Lin Zhibai was thinking this way, but unexpectedly discovered that besides himself, Song Xingliang, one of the Three Musketeers, also chose painting.

Seeing the curiosity on Lin Zhibai's face, Shang Zhirong explained: "Brother Lin doesn't know something. Although Lao Song's poetry level is average, he is one of the best young painters in Qizhou."

"Master of Painting!"

Song Xingliang emphasized from the side.

Jiang Shourang curled his lips and said, "You are not yet up to the level of a master."

Lin Zhibai smiled, and then began to think about what to draw. Although he chose painting, Lin Zhibai did not want to make it too complicated and draw something too complicated. After thinking about it briefly, Lin Zhibai made a decision:

"shrimp."

Qi Baishi is the best at painting shrimps.

Lin Zhibai will use his painting skills that have been greatly improved by the system today to imitate the skill of old man Qi Baishi in painting shrimps. You must know that Lin Zhibai's painting skills have reached an astonishing 80 points!

System judgment:

This is a master level painting!

Don't forget that the full level is only 100 points.

Therefore, the current Lin Zhibai, not to mention surpassing Qi Baishi's ability to draw shrimps, can at least imitate 80% to 90% without any problem.

After the staff is ready.

Lin Zhibai officially started writing.

Dip in the pen and ink, hang your wrist slightly, and wave the brush.

[Why doesn’t the richest man write? 】

[Maybe it’s because calligraphy is really not challenging. 】

[Can he draw? 】

[Of course, otherwise why would you choose to paint? 】

[I remember that the richest man once did a sketch on the show. 】

[If you can sketch from life, your basic skills should be pretty good. 】

[Haha, the richest man may be afraid that if he writes another word, it will cause a fight. 】

[I want to grab it on the spot, handwritten by the world’s number one calligraphy master, even though the poem is in regular script. 】

[Having studied calligraphy for more than thirty years, I can tell you that Lin Zhibai’s achievements in regular script are definitely not inferior to his running script! 】

Apparently.

Everyone was talking about the fact that Lin Zhibai had just written a poem, but the manuscript was snatched up by literati in Qizhou.

As for Lin Zhibai’s paintings...

Although everyone was impressed by Lin Zhibai's versatility, they didn't take it to heart.

In other words, although everyone believes that Lin Zhibai can paint, they do not think that his painting level can be compared with his calligraphy or even poetry.

It's not surprising that Lang Lang can play guitar.

But everyone definitely doesn't think that Lang Lang's guitar playing level is the same as that of the piano.

Although the camera was currently focused on Lin Zhibai, his movements seemed very professional.

And on the side.

Song Xingliang was also painting ink paintings, and the theme he chose was "flowers".

Painting flowers with ink and wash is very simple, but it is difficult to stand out. However, Song Xingliang is obviously very skilled, and he can sketch out the charm in a short time.

"I am impressed by Lao Song's painting skills."

Jiang Shourang sighed while watching, but it didn't affect Song Xingliang's performance at all. He was attentive and extremely serious at the moment, not as playful as before.

"Why are they here?"

Shang Zhirong, who was next to him, looked forward. It turned out that the literati who had already arrived at Tiantianju were coming over, led by Hu Wei and Shi Yun.

"Mr. Hu!"

"Old Shi!"

The literati around said hello one after another, and were also wondering why these people came here.

Until Hu Wei smiled and said, "Lin knows where Mr. Bai Lin is. We are here to watch a calligraphy performance."

"There it is."

Jiang Shourang quickly pointed to Lin Zhibai, who was concentrating in the corner.

Only then did the literati here realize that these big guys came here for Lin Zhibai.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, this Qinzhou's most talented person was so good that he could even get the big guys in Qizhou's literary world to come out to greet him!

Is that Lin Zhibai?

Looking at the back, he looks very young.

Shi Yun wanted to go over and take a look, but Hu Wei waved his hand and said, "Let's not disturb him from his calligraphy creation for now. We can see it soon."

"It's not calligraphy."

Shang Zhirong said: "Brother Lin...well, Mr. Lin chose painting for this level."

Hearing that the two big guys were calling Mr. Lin Zhibai, Shang Zhirong was really embarrassed to continue calling him "Brother Lin".

"painting?"

Hu Wei was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "It seems that I won't be so lucky today."

"Some, some."

Jiang Shourang quickly promoted: "Teachers, how about taking a look at this painting of Lao Song?"

Song Xingliang had almost finished the painting. He was so focused that he didn't realize there were so many people coming. He was startled when he raised his head and stammered to say hello: "Mr. Hu...Old Shi...teachers..."

"Let me see."

Shi Yun stepped forward to take a look, nodded with satisfaction and said: "I have to say that Xingliang's paintings are getting closer and closer to his father's level. He may be expected to enter the realm of a master within ten years!"

"real or fake?"

Jiang Shourang was speechless and said: "We only have a few painting masters in Qizhou..."

Shi Yun said: "You still don't believe my judgment? No matter how many painting masters there are in Qizhou, the youngest painting master in Qizhou in the future will definitely be Song Xingliang from the Three Musketeers like you!"

"Of course I believe what you say. After all, you are a master of painting."

Jiang Shourang smiled and murmured in a low voice: "I'm just a little surprised that Old Song is so cool that he has the posture of a master..."

"What did you say?"

Shi Yun seemed to vaguely hear it.

Jiang Shourang coughed and said, "No...no...nothing..."

He was afraid that Shi Yun would dig deeper, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Mr. Lin seems to have finished painting. Everyone knows that his calligraphy is exquisite, but I don't know what his painting level is...Mr. Lin!"

Someone called me?

Lin Zhibai was just like Song Xingliang just now. Because he was so absorbed in painting, he didn't even know that there were many people coming behind him.

Turned.

I don’t know anyone.

But these people know themselves.

One of the old men with some gray hair said: "Mr. Xiaolin, I am Hu Wei. We have communicated online."

I call you Mr. Xiaolin because...

Lin Zhibai is really too young.

He was so young that Hu Wei called him Mr. Lin, as if he was calling him old.

"Senior Hu."

Lin Zhibai didn't know how to address him, so he simply called him senior. He remembered that this person was the one who said on the Internet that he was the most talented person in Qinzhou.

"My name is Shi Yun."

Shi Yun, who was next to him, said, "Jiang Shourang is my nephew... It seems like you are quite familiar with each other?"

"yes."

Lin Zhibai greeted again: "I've seen Senior Shi, who are you?"

Shi Yun smiled lightly and said: "Of course I am here to welcome you. After all, you are a guest from Qinzhou. Of course, I also want to see your calligraphy. Lao Hu has always said that you are the best calligraphy master in the world... I have never I miss you but you chose to paint.”

"Just painting for fun."

Lin Zhibai smiled and said, "I'm sorry to bother you all, I went here specially, but I let everyone down."

"What's wrong with being disappointed?"

Shi Yun waved his hands and said: "We, Qizhou literary experts, take the lead. We have heard about the couplets and poems you wrote earlier. It is indeed worthy of everyone to come out to welcome this trip. As for the third level, you deliberately chose painting. It should be I just don’t want to be in the limelight anymore. Actually, you don’t have to, just show yourself to your heart’s content. I don’t want to play the trick of being a literati who looks down on me and will destroy everything I show in Lin Feng.”

Lin Zhibai nodded.

Suddenly there was a whisper from the side.

It turned out that Song Xingliang had walked up to Lin Zhibai at some point and picked up the ink painting he had just painted...