Volume 1: The King's Son Chapter 5: Not confident...
The art of painting?
Wang Bing's eyes couldn't help shrinking. He swore that he had not heard wrongly. What Wang Ai said just now was indeed "Danqing" and not "Shentu"...
According to his father Wang Zhongshu, the art of painting is divided into two major branches, and Shentu is just one of them.
This means...
"What are you daydreaming about, silly boy!"
Wang Ai laughed and scolded: "The unique skill that Grandpa has taught you is enough for you to learn for a lifetime!"
"Nothing, Master!"
Although he was somewhat happy when he learned that the old man was willing to pass on the art of painting, he did not know if he still had the confidence to continue painting.
"I'm just worried about whether I have the confidence to draw well..." Wang Bing said hesitantly.
"I think you are quite talented!"
Wang Ai took out a half-finished painting by Wang Bing from his coat pocket and said, "If the brushwork on this painting is not by someone with more than ten years of experience, then it can only be called genius!"
"And there are geniuses! Wu Daozi from the Danqing School is one such person."
Wang Ai looked at Wang Bing and said, "That Wu Daozi who was called the Saint of Painting by later generations, the one who 'painted the Jialing River for 300 miles a day', wow! How many people in the entire Danqing Sect can do that now?"
"Okay, I won't put any more pressure on you! Come with me!"
Wang Ai brought Wang Bing to the study and said, "Although 'Shen Tu' and 'Secret Painting' have the same origin, they specialize in different areas, such as subject matter and techniques!"
After saying that, Wang Ai put his crutches aside, took out a wolf-hair brush that was covered in gold and inlaid with white jade from somewhere, and began to teach Wang Bing the art of painting.
…
It’s not that Wang doesn’t know Chinese painting. He knows a lot of basic knowledge. After all, it’s something that has been passed down by our ancestors for thousands of years.
Therefore, the grandfather and grandson learn very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, time came to 2003.
On this day, when Wang Ai was sitting next to Wang Bing and watching Wang Bing sketch an image of the Three Pure Ones on rice paper stroke by stroke, he shook his head.
"Alright! Let's stop here for today. Your hands are starting to shake..."
After Wang Ai put the teacup in his hand on the table, he leaned on his cane and walked step by step to Wang Bing's side. After looking at Wang Bing's work, he asked, "Bing'er, Grandpa has always been curious, why are you always so unconfident about yourself?"
"I've observed you several times, and I've noticed that every time you draw, you have a lot of ideas..."
“When painting, you need to pay attention to your whole body, concentrate your spirit, and get rid of all distractions! Your strokes will be natural and natural.”
"Sorry, Grandpa!" Wang Bing bowed his head and admitted his mistake.
“You…”
Wang Ai shook his head. Logically speaking, his great-grandson had a talent for painting and learned techniques very quickly. Sometimes he could even figure out some things without being taught deliberately.
But the biggest problem is that you are unable to perfectly display what you have mastered, which is outrageous.
"Forget it, you've been sketching for such a long time today, you must be tired..."
Wang Ai looked at the dripping rain outside the house and said, "You should go back and rest first!"
"yes!"
After putting away his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, Wang Bing was ready to leave Wang Ai's study, but when he just walked to the door, he bumped head-on into Wang's butler, Uncle Dong.
"Sorry, Mr. Wang! Is the old man in there?" Uncle Dong asked nervously after being grabbed by Wang Bing.
"Yes! The master is in the room."
Wang Bing noticed Uncle Dong's panic, but didn't say much.
He was still too young, and it was not his turn to interfere in family affairs.
So Wang Bing made way to let Uncle Dong come in first.
"Grandpa, something happened!" said Uncle Dong.
"Don't panic!"
Wang Ai gently put down the teacup and said, "If you have something to say, please tell me slowly!"
"Something happened in the northwest!"
Uncle Dong adjusted his breathing and said word by word: "Just now..."
Northwest, where the northwest of Sichuan and Qinghai meet.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A short figure was walking through the jungle in the rain, and dozens of people were following him!
"Yang Lie! Your Tang Sect's Danxi is fake!"
One of the old men with a crew cut complained, "Didn't you tell me that Zhang Huaiyi was poisoned by the elixir? How come he's still alive and kicking?"
The old man with long white hair who was chasing in front was also full of anger at the moment. He said unhappily: "Du, use your rotten brain. This big-eared thief is the founder of the Qi Body Origin School!"
To be honest, this was the first time that Yang Lie failed in all these years. He never expected that Zhang Huaiyi could still be alive and well even though he had been poisoned by the elixir.
Seeing the group of people chasing into the jungle, Yang Lie felt something was wrong and threw out three poison needles!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The three poisonous needles drew three black lights in the rain and shot towards Zhang Huaiyi in the front like meteors.
As if noticing the danger coming from behind, Zhang Huaiyi glanced back slightly, and three earthworm-like electric currents appeared on the palm of his right hand...
Just as the poison needle was about to pierce Zhang Huaiyi, suddenly the three electric currents that were originally as small as earthworms turned into three dazzling lightning bolts, whistling towards the poison needle.
laugh!
The next moment, the three black streams of light were suddenly swallowed up by the three dazzling white lights.
"Damn it! It's the Thunder Method from the Tianshi Mansion again!"
The old man from the Natural Gate spat and said, "Old Li, it's now!"
Boom!
There was a loud bang, and a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the upper right of Zhang Huaiyi. Before everyone could see who it was, a large ball of Qi condensed on the right hand of the black shadow and smashed towards Zhang Huaiyi fiercely .
Seeing that the punch was about to hit Zhang Huaiyi, Zhang Huaiyi seemed to have anticipated it. Suddenly, two golden Qi forces like arms appeared behind him and hit the black shadow fiercely.
boom!
There was a loud bang, and the deafening sound instantly brought with it a shock wave that spread in all directions...
"Did you finish it?"
The people who were chasing also stopped at this time, some stood on the ground, and some stood on tall branches.
Everyone was staring at the huge cloud of smoke, with extremely solemn expressions on their faces.
"Kill him? Don't be ridiculous! If it was so easy to kill this big-eared thief, why would we have to make such a huge sacrifice decades ago!" Yang Lie spat.
There is nothing wrong with what he said. Many old men nodded. When they first became sworn brothers, how many of them are left now?
Now what?
All these sects combined only sent out a dozen or so veterans. Just imagine how high the casualty rate is.
call!
A strong air pressure suddenly burst out from the smoke, and with the help of the rain, it quickly dispersed the smoke ...
At this moment, Zhang Huaiyi held the Adam's apple of the old man surnamed Li with his right hand, looked at the old guys surrounding him and said, "Haha, it seems that my trip here has really attracted quite a few people..."
