The happy life of a prodigal

Master Wu heard Fang Xiu's words, the more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt, as if there was a breath in his chest, and he couldn't get it out.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was old and his mental strength was much stronger than when he was young, I'm afraid he would have spit out a mouthful of blood on Fang Xiu's face by now.

"General Fang, if you have free time, can you show me how this painting was done?"

After an unknown amount of time, Master Wu seemed to have made up his mind, and with a shy face, he asked.

In fact, just a second ago, he was still very disdainful towards Fang Xiu, but after seeing such a painting that almost reversed his outlook on life and values, his point of view has completely changed.

Although such a painting is not that delicate or exquisite, he has never seen the painting technique and composition method before.

Compared with the traditional painting method, this kind of painting method is more expensive than real ones.

He has been painting for so many years and has seen countless paintings, but he has never seen such a real painting.

Even the portrait painters he knows may not be able to reach the level of this general Fang, this is not just talk.

From this painting, it can be seen that Fang Xiu's painting skills are not advanced or proficient. The reason why he was able to draw such a picture is entirely because of his different painting techniques and composition skills.

If you can see with your own eyes how he drew such a painting, maybe you can learn a new painting method from it.

That's why he put down his posture and asked a person who was not well-known in the painter world and not worth mentioning to demonstrate how to paint.

Fang Xiu heard this, but didn't take it to heart.

His deskmate in high school was an art student, and his main focus was sketching.

At that time, there were no subjects, and his deskmate hadn't started the art test. When he was in class on weekdays, he would draw some simple sketches in the textbook when he was bored.

After Fang Xiu watched it, he followed him and learned a little bit. Although he was not as good as those art students who majored in painting, he was much smarter than ordinary people.

It is said to be clever, but in fact it is able to see the past. Others can see it at a glance, and they can know that this person... has practiced!

"I'm free now, but why should I draw for you?"

With an indifferent expression on his face, Fang Xiu raised his eyes and glanced at Master Wu.

When Master Wu heard this, he was slightly startled, with a bitter expression on his face, thought for a while, and said, "If General Fang is willing to paint, I am willing to pay 1000 taels of silver to buy this painting, how about it?"

For him, money is just something outside of him.

Now in the palace, it is even more so, let alone 1000 taels of silver, even 1 taels of silver...

He still can't get 1 taels of silver, but if he is willing to sell the scraps he drew before and earn 1 taels of silver, it is not particularly difficult.

Fang Xiu frowned when he heard '1000 taels of silver'.

Just such a sketch, put it in later generations, give it away to others for free, and if others don't want it, even if they reluctantly accept it, it will just be treated as garbage and thrown away.

This bad old man is willing to spend 1000 taels of silver to buy it?

Fang Xiu has seen this master Wu's painting just now, and it is indeed profound in artistic conception. Even if it is placed in later generations, it is worth a thousand gold, not to mention that this old man is also the most famous painter in the Chu country, let alone the added value.

Such a well-known and powerful painter is willing to spend 1000 taels of silver to buy a sketch that looks like waste paper.

So, wouldn't I be able to make a fortune by drawing sketches?

Fang Xiu looked at the painting he drew just now, and suddenly he didn't want to give it to Zhao Yan at all.

"Okay, 1000 taels of silver."

After Fang Xiu agreed, he took out a piece of rice paper from the side and placed it on the stone table.

Then, he glanced at Master Wu and asked, "What do you want to paint?"

When Master Wu heard this, he was slightly startled, and then, with a slightly excited expression on his face, he asked, "Apart from portraits, can I draw other things?"

Fang Xiu nodded and replied, "As long as it's not too complicated."

In fact, compared to others, portraits are the more difficult part of sketching.

Especially for an amateur like him, it is much easier to draw some simple landscapes than portraits.

When painting landscapes, you don't need to be too realistic, you just need to let others see it at a glance, and it's just enough.

But portraits are different. There is a huge difference between a real sketch master and an amateur like him who has only studied for a month.

A portrait is not a landscape. When others look at it at a glance, their first impression takes up all the content.

Therefore, only those who are skilled in painting can draw portraits that make people look real and comfortable.

After hearing Fang Xiu's words, Master Wu raised his eyes, glanced at the surrounding environment, pondered for a moment, and said, "General Fang, look at this corner of the yard, can you..."

Before Master Wu could speak, Fang Xiu interrupted him and said, "Yes."

After Fang Xiu finished speaking, he picked up the charcoal pencil he had thrown away earlier.

Then, holding a charcoal pencil, I started to paint on the rice paper.

Master Wu saw that Fang Xiu was really painting with charcoal, and the expression on his face was wonderful. He didn't know if it was anger, sadness, doubt, low self-esteem, or even guilt...

In short, if someone notices his expression, he will be very surprised to find that in this world, there are people who can have such rich expressions.

Although Master Wu is old, his eyes are still piercing, especially at this moment.

A pair of piercing eyes stared at the charcoal in Fang Xiu's hand and the picture on the rice paper without blinking.

At the same time, he raised his eyes from time to time and glanced at a corner of the yard not far away.

At first, his expression was still very puzzled, but...

After only half a stick of incense passed, his expression changed greatly. With an unbelievable look, he looked at the gradually formed composition on the rice paper and the scenery in the corner of the courtyard in reality.

If it wasn't for the fear of disturbing Fang Xiu's painting, he could hardly help but exclaim.

It was the first time he had seen such a real painting, to be precise, it was the second time, the previous time was just half a stick of incense before.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, some people would dare to believe that only a piece of charcoal is needed to spread the real scenery on the rice paper...

It's just... a miracle!

Chapter 268 Can I accept old people as disciples?

On the side, Fang Xiu was concentrating on painting, not noticing the changes in Master Wu's expression, raising his eyes from time to time to look at the scenery in the corner of the yard not far away.

After about half an incense stick, apply the last bit of shadow.

Fang Xiu raised his head, looked at Master Wu beside him, and asked, "Is it okay to draw it like this?"

Master Wu was obviously still immersed in this magical composition technique that he had never seen before. He couldn't extricate himself for a while and didn't hear Fang Xiu's question.

When Fang Xiu saw this scene, he felt a little speechless, but he didn't get angry, he just repeated it.

This time, Master Wu was finally relieved, nodded hurriedly, and said: "This is good, this is already good."

Seeing this, Fang Xiu nodded, the expression on his face didn't change much, but he said in his heart: It's not good and it's useless, and I don't bother to draw another one.

"The painting is yours, Yinzi..."

"Silver? What silver?"

Master Wu was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't realized what happened yet.

When Fang Xiu heard this, his face changed instantly.

He has seen too many such small tricks before, want to renege on his debt?

Don't even take a look at who you are cheating on!

He was just about to take a step forward, to teach this bad old man a lesson, to teach Chu Huang, to let him know what honesty and trustworthiness are, when Master Wu suddenly reacted.

"Oh, 1000 taels of silver, I am getting old, some things happened just now, I will forget them now, please forgive me, General Fang..."

Master Wu looked stunned, first apologized, then took out a bank note from his arms, handed it to Fang Xiu, and said tightly: "Here is a bank note of 1000 taels, General Fang can take a look, if If there is something wrong, I will replace it for you."

Fang Xiu reached out to take the bank note and glanced at it.

Coincidentally, it happened to belong to Baolefang.

Immediately, he raised his eyes and glanced at Master Wu.

I really didn't expect that such an ugly old man with no good looks except painting could take out a 1000 tael banknote from his pocket casually.

I heard before that these art workers earn high incomes, which is beyond the imagination of educators like them.

He has always treated it as a joke, and now it seems that it is indeed the case.

This is true even in this day and age.

Fang Xiu looked at the 1000 taels of silver in his hand, and began to think about whether he should open a painting workshop in the south of the city to sell his own sketches...

"correct......"

Fang Xiu was stunned for a moment, but Master Wu seemed to be caught in a dilemma, with an extremely tangled expression on his old face.

I don't know how long it took before he seemed to have made up his mind, raised his eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, and called softly.

Fang Xiu heard his voice, raised his eyes, glanced at him, and asked, "What else is there?"

If it's painting, feel free to find him, and draw a sketch by yourself, it only takes half an hour at most.

Sometimes, the simpler ones only need half a stick of incense.

In this way, if someone is willing to spend money to buy it, and work harder on his own, earning tens of thousands of taels of silver a day, it will be an easy thing.

This is much faster than opening Spring Breeze Building, Zhuxuanzhai, and Jingshi Grand Theater by yourself.

However, Master Wu did not ask to buy another painting, but said something that even Fang Xiu, who likes to imagine things, would never have thought of.

"General Fang, this old man has a heartless request."

"Say."

Fang Xiu said casually.

Hearing this, Master Wu showed a firm expression on his face, looked at Fang Xiu, and said solemnly: "This old man wants to worship General Fang as his teacher, and follow General Fang to learn the painting methods and skills of this kind of painting. I don't know if General Fang is willing to accept the old man as his disciple."

Fang Xiu was calculating how much money he could earn a day by drawing sketches in his mind, and said casually: "It's not just accepting apprentices, it's not like I haven't accepted them before, no..."

Halfway through the speech, he suddenly came to his senses, looked at Master Wu with surprise eyes, and asked, "What did you say?"

Beside him, Zhao Yan also had a shocked expression on her face, she looked at Master Wu in disbelief, and persuaded, "Master Wu, you are a master painter in our state of Chu.

Although Fang Xiu's paintings have some meaning, they are different from other paintings, but it doesn't make you learn from a teacher. "

Fang Xiu was a little unhappy when he heard this.

What does this mean, what is meant by 'although it is interesting', I just drew a portrait of him, and it has only been a long time before I turn my face and deny him.

Fang Xiu frowned, looked at Zhao Yan beside him, and said, "Aren't you looking down on people? What do you mean by 'a little bit of meaning'.

This young master is called realism, and he learned from a master among painters, if it weren't for this..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Yan: "What master?"

Fang Xiu was slightly taken aback, and then, as if caught in some long-term memory, he said very melancholy: "It was a snowy night more than ten years ago, I walked out of the house alone, ready to play in the street, But I met a strange old man..."

The words were spoken with sincerity, as if they were true.

Not only Master Wu, but even Xiu'er, who had been with Fang Xiu for more than ten years, was blindsided.

Xiu'er raised her eyes, looked at Fang Xiu with a puzzled face, and asked, "Master, why doesn't Xiu'er remember which snowy night it was?"

When Fang Xiu heard this question, he smiled awkwardly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Zhao Yan mercilessly expose him and said, "How old is your young master on a snowy night more than ten years ago? , he can't even walk...

This is obviously the usual beginning of Zhuxuanzhai's martial arts scripts. I said before that those martial arts scripts of Zhuxuanzhai were not written by you, not by you. A big martial arts story?

Fang Xiu, the princess has found out that you are not telling the truth at all, hum! "

As Zhao Yan was talking, she remembered something, cursed a few words angrily, and then stopped talking.

Fang Xiu had an innocent look on his face.

The original author of those martial arts scripts was indeed not him, and the drawing method of sketching was not invented by him.

What I said is obviously the truth, why don't these people believe it?

Hey, it's so difficult to be an honest teenager.

It's better to let them go, and save yourself some troubles.

So, Fang Xiu raised his eyes, glanced at Zhao Yan, Xiu'er and Master Wu, with a serious expression on his face, and said in a deep tone: "Well, I admit, the previous story was just made up by me.

This drawing method was indeed figured out by me alone, and I even gave this drawing method a nice name, called...Sketch. "