I Become A Saint By Studying

"Eight Horses Picture?"

When Lin Yi heard this name, he immediately thought of the mural hanging on the wall of his hometown in his previous life, which happened to be "The Picture of Eight Horses" by Xu Beihong.

wrong!

The so-called "Eight Horses" by Xu Beihong is actually a fake painting. Xu Beihong never painted Eight Horses. In fact, Xu Beihong, a master of landscape painting in his previous life, only painted "Six Horses" and "Running Horses".

‘It just so happens that I have seen the real painting of the Six Steeds in a museum, and I have also copied it...and I thought that most of the current methods can be carried over! '

Lin Yi thought so in his heart.

Copying paintings is different from carrying poems. There is no way to recite them. You can only remember every detail in your mind, and then draw them again.

It is very difficult.

"Okay, I accept your challenge!" Lin Yi nodded in agreement.

"it is good!"

"Have courage!"

"Prince Dayan, you impress this old man. Your poems and articles are well written, but this painting... I think you still lack some firepower!"

"Please go to the drawing room!"

The elders of the Jiang family praised Lin Yi's courage very much. This disciple of the Jiang family happens to be best at drawing horses.

Very ancestral style.

Jiang Erhe didn't say anything more at this time, and took Lin Yi to a studio.

"His Royal Highness, you can paint with peace of mind. If you need to study ink, it doesn't matter whether it's a woman or a man...it's fine!" Jiang Erhe said.

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Thank you, Patriarch Jiang, I can do it myself."

"That's good, Jiang will step back first!" Jiang Erhe then stepped back and gently closed the door.

Outside the studio, everyone in the Jiang family did not leave, waiting for Lin Yi and Jiang's Tianjiao's painting to be completed.

If the Jiang family wins, then Jiang Hao's limelight will definitely surpass Jiang Qinghe's, and he will become the rookie arrogance of all schools of thought, and his reputation will shake the world.

No one is looking forward to this moment.

...

in the studio.

Lin Yi studies ink and lays out paper for painting. Landscape painting is not very easy to copy. This involves the focus of brush and ink, and the effects presented by light and thick are completely different.

Just like oil painting toning, this is all technology work.

Fortunately, Lin Yi does not need to copy it completely, because there is no Six Horses of Master Xu Beihong in this world, he only needs to copy the charm to be considered a success.

It doesn't have to be the same in every detail.

Lin Yi was influenced by everything in the studio, even if he didn't have the idea of ​​painting at this time, he couldn't help splashing ink.

"I don't know how different Master Xu's picture of six horses is from this Jiang family ancestor..." Lin Yi thought to himself.

He still has a lot of confidence in winning the Jiang family's descendants.

After all, even the painting of the Seven Sages Enlightenment is so fake that it is fake, how could the painting of the Six Horses be so bad?

But can the younger generation of the Jiang family do it?

In addition to the charm and the occasion, the painting also needs talent. He is a third rank Confucian, blessed with awe-inspiring righteousness, his talent and background will not be inferior to a fifth rank's virtue, right?

Lin Yi's writing speed is very fast, and the righteousness is condensed at the tip of the brush. The horse in the painting has a halo flowing, as if it really came to life.

soon.

Lin Yi finished the painting, gently put down the fine brush, dried the ink, and looked at the picture of six horses with excellent details and charm, he was very satisfied.

Lin Yi then unfolded Divine Sense, and found that the Jiang family genius hadn't finished yet, so he was not in a hurry to go out.

He put the painting scroll into the Primordial Spirit Naring, and began to look at the studio.

Suddenly, he thought of a problem, that is, entering the spiritual realm in the place of Saint's enlightenment, there is a great probability of talking to the saint.

"Understanding the origins of various schools of thought will certainly be of great help in attracting them... Try it?"

Lin Yi was a little tempted, and thought about trying it out when he had nothing to do.

He sat cross-legged on a chair in the studio, and in Divine Sense, the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams figure appeared behind Yuanshen, and he was highly concentrated.

Then a faint sense of lightness came over, and Lin Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

He found that he was not in the studio at the moment, but came to the spiritual realm, a mysterious world that only the primordial spirit can enter.

"The spiritual domain is related to the rules of Wen Dao, and it is also related to Saint's enlightenment..."

"After Saint's enlightenment, during the process of metamorphosis of the primordial spirit, many literary rules will be integrated, and this part of the literary rules will remain in the field of enlightenment, and entering the spiritual realm from the field of enlightenment will have a great probability of entering the long river of history , and talk to the Sage.”

Lin Yi looked around the spiritual realm where he was. The scene around him was changing, and there were many pictures presented, as if there were maps for him to choose from.

In the picture is a period of dusty history being staged.

"How can we be sure that the picture is the historical node where the ancestors of the Jiang family became enlightened?" Lin Yi was a little overwhelmed.

But at this moment.

As his thoughts rose, a whirling vortex appeared in front of Yuanshen. In the vortex was a picture. In a dilapidated house, a decadent middle-aged man with a thin face and sunken eyes was lying flat on the bed. ...

"This person is somewhat similar to Patriarch Jiang..."

Lin Yi did not expect that the historical node belonging to the ancestors of the Jiang family would be presented directly in front of him.

"Go in!"

Without any hesitation, Lin Yi directly entered the long river of history.

...

In the dark passage of the long river of history, time flies by, like light and shadow.

Bunches of fireworks over time wiped out brilliant brilliance and turned into a shuttle channel spanning time and space, colorful.

In the passageway where the primordial spirit straddled, Lin Yi saw countless phantoms of Saint in a trance.

He guessed that this must be the strong man who dominated an era, leaving an indelible mark in the long river of time.

At the very least, he is also a sub-sage powerhouse.

In the past, those who entered the Xiansheng Enlightenment Daoist Temple felt a huge pressure in the face of those stalwart Saint phantoms.

But now I don't feel anything.

It's like...we're all alike.

...

Thousands of years ago.

The city of painting is not yet called a city of painting. Jiang Liuer, a poor and down-to-earth middle-aged scholar, has devoted himself to painting for half his life, but he has never achieved much.

He makes a living by buying paintings, but compared with others, his paintings have no advantage. First of all, he is not famous.

In this era when buying paintings depends on fame, his paintings are bought by ordinary people with arty style and low price.

But the little money for selling paintings is not enough for him to practice.

Jiang Liu'er lay on the bed, desperate for the future.

boom!

At this moment, the dilapidated gate of the courtyard was violently kicked open by a group of people.

"Jiang Liuer, pay back the money!"

A young man in Confucian shirts with a folding fan swaggered in with a few scholar followers to collect debts.

Jiang Liu'er's face suddenly looked as if he had swallowed thousands of piles of fly droppings, it was ugly as hell...

"Hey, let's die!"

He sighed, stood up and walked out of the room, with a smile on his face immediately: "Brother Ma..."

"Who the hell is your brother, you can be a daddy uncle now, the time is up today, should you pay back the money you owe me? I heard that you sold a few paintings these days, you must have some money on you! "

The young man in Confucian shirt stretched out his hand and asked Jiang Liu'er for money.

"Brother Ma... Uncle's money is very tight recently, can you give me a few more days? How about I make a few paintings, which can be regarded as repayment?"

Jiang Liu'er said in a low voice.

"I f*ck... Just your shit painting, it's not even a calligraphy, it's worth money? Can it be worth a piece of money!" Jiang Liu'er cursed directly, spitting all over the place.