Legend of Ling Tian

Before Ling Tian came to the table, he leaned over slightly, looked at the unfinished painting, sighed slightly, and said, "The girl has already perfected all external painting skills, there is no need to ask for further improvement."

"External painting skills?" The woman was terrified, stood up and said, "Is there any inner skills? Please give me some pointers." Beside, the beautiful woman also looked at Ling Tian's eyes without blinking, with splendor flashes.

Finally, it was my turn to plagiarize and fool people! Fifteen years, not easy! Ling Tian felt slightly excited. On the face, he remained calm, and said: "The painting skills are like mountains, and the paintings are like the sea. Mountains can climb to the top, and the sea is endless. The girl's painting skills are already high mountains, but the painting ideas are, hehehe... "Ling Tian chuckled.

There was a gleam in the woman's eyes, and she looked very happy. The voice is also more polite: "Please give me some advice, my lord." I have never heard of Huayi, but today I heard the young man mention it suddenly, it is obvious that there is something wrong with it. The woman has been studying painting for many years, now hearing Ling Tian's words, she suddenly felt that a new world had appeared before her eyes, but it was hazy and she couldn't touch it. It seems that one finger can pierce it, but it is always lacking the strength of that finger.

Ling Tian stretched out his hand and said, "Miss, please take a look." The woman followed her and saw the willow branches fluttering and the green water slightly wrinkled, thinking that it was different from before.

Seeing her puzzled eyes, Ling Tian couldn't help but smile, and said, "Miss, look at the painting in front of you again, is there any difference from the scene in front of you?"

The woman didn't look down at the painting this time, she looked at Ling Tian and said, "That's right, the scene in my painting is similar to the scene in front of me, but they are far apart."

Ling Tian laughed and said, "This is where the problem lies."

As she spoke, she took the pen that had been left in the woman's hand with one hand, and the woman tactfully stepped aside from the jade case.

Ling Tian stood upright, with one hand behind his back, the other hand holding the pen, his body slightly bent forward, writing like flying, and in an instant, several willows dancing with the wind had already appeared on the paper. When finishing the painting, when Wei Wei took a look at the painting again, even the fish in the water became happy, as if they could jump out of the painting at any time.

In an instant, this ordinary painting seemed to be endowed with a soul suddenly, and it came alive immediately.

All four of them watched helplessly, but they didn't find any mystery in it at all. I just feel that his writing is no different from his own, just a little faster, but why is the picture he draws so far apart?

Ling Tian gently put the pen and inkstone on it, raised his head and said with a smile, "You're making a fool of yourself."

The four of them were shocked! Looking at Ling Tian seemed to see a monster, and the eyes of the two girls were full of fanaticism and admiration. The eyes of the two old women also showed a little more respect.

With just a few strokes, in an instant, it is possible to turn ordinary people into masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. There is such a person in the world!

Such a shocking painting technique, why have I never heard of it before? People with such painting skills should have been famous for a long time, but this young man in front of him has never heard of it!

The girl who painted the painting bowed deeply, and said in admiration: "The young master is talented, and the young lady admires her so much! Just a few strokes, but it has the finishing touch. The young lady has been studying painting for several years, and has never seen such a superb painting as the young master." Painting skills. It’s amazing. I don’t know if you can... ". Having said that, his eyes suddenly darkened. Obviously thought that the other party is obviously a prince, how can he be his teacher as the other party? The words of wanting to apprentice suddenly reached his lips and swallowed them back.

Of course Ling Tian could understand what she meant, but he kept his composure, pointed at the paintings above, and said: "If the girl doesn't mind talking too much, then I will talk absurdly."

The eyes of the two women suddenly lit up, and they looked at him in surprise.

Ling Tian pointed with a blank hand, and said: "Two girls, please look, here the willows are supporting the wind, and the clear water is blowing waves. The reason why this scene is intoxicating is because of the wind blowing. As the saying goes, 'willow branches grow from west to east, this is not a painting. Liu Shi's style of painting', but the dynamics of still life such as painting willows, clouds, and water waves are all based on the artistic conception of wind."

"Willow branches grow from west to east, this is not the style of painting willows!" The painting girl muttered these two sentences in her mouth, as if she had understood something, her eyes became brighter and brighter. I just feel that every word the other party says has a different meaning from the ordinary, and can bring new shocks to me. I can't help but think: It would be a blessing in my life to have this person as my teacher! It's a pity that the other party is a prince. It seems that this idea can only be buried deep in my heart.

Ling Tian made a pointing gesture, and continued: "The so-called splashing ink is not afraid of simplicity, and fine brushwork is not tired of complexity, that's why..."

The painting girl couldn't help asking: "Excuse me, my lord, what is splashed ink? What is fine brushwork?"

Well!

Ling Tian couldn't help being startled. Only then did I realize that what I said was carried away, and I even forgot that there is no traditional Chinese painting in this era.

In desperation, he said: "If the knowledge is high, the writing will be weak, and if the mind is high, the brush will be reduced. A painter should focus on the brush first, and everywhere he does not have the brush. This is called the brush is not well thought out. Before painting, don't rush to start writing. Well, the so-called brush has not been moved, the chest has been painted. Naturally writing is like a god." Feeling unable to explain, I had to make another paragraph, diverted the attention of these women to one side, and barely covered up the past.

The young girl was full of admiration, and praised: "The words of the young master, the true meaning of the painting is expressed in one sentence, and its thought-provoking is like a drum at dusk and a bell in the morning. Enlightenment. It opened the eyes of the little girl and benefited a lot. Please accept the gift from the little girl!" He said, bending his waist deeply.

However, Ling Tian noticed that when she was speaking, she paused, "For Bing...uh...for the little girl", there is a big problem with this sentence! It is expected that the word "ice" and the word she did not say are her names.

Ling Tian chuckled, and said: "Miss, you don't have to be polite, I also express my feelings. It's rare to see a girl like this in the painting, so I couldn't help but say a few more words, don't blame the girl."

The woman smiled and said: "Young master is too modest. The little girl has nothing but admiration and gratitude for you."

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