Liaozhai Great Sage

Such skills can't wait to be owned by themselves.

It's a pity that even if Li Xiuyuan paints in public, he can't learn anything by watching.

With the same technique, other people's hands can make the clouds shake, the breeze blows, and the sun shines down, but in my own hands, the clouds are still clouds, the wind does not see the wind, and it still looks lifeless, without such magic.

Can't learn, can't learn.

The scholars felt extremely regretful in their hearts.

After Li Xiuyuan finished drawing the sky, he drew the real dragon. With the outline of his ink brush, the dragon scales appeared, and in a blink of an eye, a real dragon shuttled among the clouds appeared vividly on the paper.

"This dragon is alive, look, look, this dragon is moving through the clouds, and its body is about to fly over." A scholar next to him exclaimed.

In the clouds, the body of the real dragon swims, sometimes revealing its vigorous body and sometimes revealing its sharp dragon claws.

It's just that the dragon's head is not complete, and the dragon's expression cannot be seen.

But it is conceivable that if this dragon is extraordinary after painting, it must be able to shock the audience and amaze countless scholars.

Haven't got the form, already got the spirit.

"In vain I have studied painting for ten years, and only now do I know the essence of this painting. It turns out that painting skills that have reached a certain height can really turn dead things into living things, psychic. I used to doubt the achievements of the ancients. How stupid."

"Isn't it? I once heard that someone painted a cluster of peach blossoms in spring, which attracted bees to stay and butterflies to stand. The flowers are fragrant, the birds are singing, I only hate that I, a frog at the bottom of the well, can't see how vast the sky is, and I missed the opportunity to meet that expert."

"I can see the finishing touch of the masterpiece today, and I will have no regrets in this life."

Seeing the dragon on the rice paper gradually take shape, the scholars who watched were amazed and moved, and some couldn't help but burst into tears.

It's hard to believe this kind of thing without seeing it with your own eyes, but it's even more crazy after seeing it with your own eyes.

Such a painting is not only worth a thousand gold, even ten thousand gold can't get it.

"Shh, hurry up, everyone, be quiet, the leader is coming out." Someone hissed.

Immediately, the presence instantly became quiet.

No one dared to disturb them, and those who were closer directly held their breath. If there were scholars looking around and shouting and asking, they would be killed by the eyes of others immediately, and then obediently shut up.

This is the birth of a legend.

Today, Li Xiuyuan's paintings of real dragons by the Longyin Lake will surely leave his name through the ages, just like Wang Xizhi wrote the preface to the Orchid Pavilion after drinking, and Tang Minghuang wrote the song of neon clothes and feather clothes.

And they may not appear in the story, but if they can see such a legend in this life, future generations must be proud of it.

Hundreds of years later, when scholars visit Longyin Lake and talk about today's stories, if future generations are here, they will be able to proudly point to the lakeside and say to those scholars: My grandfather saw Li Xiuyuan here. Draw a picture of a real dragon.

a while.

Ninety percent of the dragon head is finished, leaving only a pair of longan empty.

As soon as the painting stops, the miraculous also stops.

Clouds are still clouds, dragons are still dragons, nothing moves.

This is a lack, and things that are lacking cannot pass through the gods.

"Why, why don't you draw it? Sir, please continue to write, this dragon is about to be finished."

Some people saw that the painting stopped drawing in the end, and they felt even more like a cat scratching. They were extremely anxious, and only hated themselves for not having such skills, otherwise they would have rushed to grab the brush to continue.

"I can't draw any more. If I finish drawing the eyes of this dragon, the dragon will really tear up the painting with claws and claws and fly out. Wouldn't it be a pity that the painting will be destroyed and the real dragon will fly away?"

"Absolutely can't draw any more. Some people didn't believe in Zhang Sengyou back then and told him to draw the dragon's eyes. As a result, four dragons flew and two dragons flew. Now this Mr. Li only draws one. If it flies away, where will it be?" to find?"

"Yeah, I can't draw."

Scholars would not do such mediocre things. With Zhang Sengyou's lessons learned from the past, they not only refused to ask Li Xiuyuan to paint his eyes, but prevented him from asking him not to paint his eyes.

This shows that they are convinced that Li Xiuyuan's painting can be magical.

I am very sure in my heart that once the painting is completed, the dragon will fly away.

Li Xiuyuan smiled: "I still have to draw the eyes, but I thought of a good idea when I was painting before. I don't have to worry about the dragon flying away, and I don't have to worry about the eyes not being incomplete."

After speaking, he wrote again.

But I saw this real dragon shuttling through the clouds, not showing its teeth and claws, glaring at the world, but drooping its eyelids, closing its eyes and falling into a lethargic sleep.

But even so, the eyes were still painted.

The real dragon coils around the sky, the clouds and mists are lingering between breaths, the rays of light are everywhere, and there are faint sounds of wind and thunder, which can be heard endlessly.

"Oh my God, this dragon is sleeping soundly, I heard it snoring." Someone almost bit his tongue and almost jumped up in shock.

People who are close can even hear the real dragon breathing clouds, spewing rays of light, and making sounds like wind and thunder. It is really like a real dragon sleeping in front of your eyes.

Chapter 699 The Great Fire in the Capital City

People in the capital love to watch the excitement, especially among scholars.

The news that Li Xiuyuan painted a picture of a real dragon on the painting table by the lake does not need to be disseminated intentionally. I don't feel right about the poems anymore, so I just came here to have a look.

And when they arrived, they realized that there were already three floors inside and three floors outside.

After a little more questioning, it was all about Li Xiuyuan's ability to communicate with the gods.

The powerful and wealthy businessmen asked everywhere, expressing their willingness to pay a lot of money for a painting, and hoped that Li Xiuyuan would be willing to paint a picture.

Some people are also discussing who is Li Xiuyuan in the capital?

However, after some discussion, someone also revealed Li Xiuyuan's identity. They knew that he was the governor of Yangzhou, and he was going to Beijing to report on his duties. They also knew that he was the one who put an end to the Nine Mountain King's Rebellion last year.

But at this moment, Li Xiuyuan didn't know this.

He just dried the ink after finishing the painting of the sleeping dragon, and gave it to Zhao Jing: "Third Prince, the painting of the real dragon has already been drawn, but it should be more appropriate to call it the painting of the sleeping dragon. It shows that although the real dragon is sleeping soundly, it is already supernatural after all, if it is accidentally woken up that day, the sleeping dragon may run the risk of getting away."

"It's so? Then I have to keep it carefully." Zhao Jing said in shock.

Zhu Qian who was on the side sighed with Fuxu; "Painting can be magical, and the false can become real. This old man is finally an eye-opener today. It is no regret to be able to see such painting skills in this life."

"Master Zhu's words are serious. It's just a little skill for entertainment. It's nothing." Li Xiuyuan shook his head slightly.

What good is his painting good?

It can neither govern the country, nor clean up the world. It is really just a picture. Even if the painting can be magical, the things drawn are always inferior to the real ones. If you draw a dragon, you can really become a real dragon. If not, then the real dragon in this world is worthless.

Zhu Qian shook his head slightly and said: "This level of skill has surpassed that of Zhang Sengyou, Yan Liben, Wu Daozi... Now those calligraphy and painting masters have passed away, and you are the only one at present. Once your reputation spreads, you will be The number one painter in the Song Dynasty is enough to establish a sect and leave a name in history for future generations to praise."