Through the array painter

"Why did you ask me to go to the interrogation room?" He Ze asked puzzled.

An Qijin looked at He Ze. Although He Ze didn't understand what he did, he was neither dissatisfied nor suspicious.An Qijin enjoyed this feeling of being trusted.

"This interrogation room is very unusual. There are... things you need in it, so I want you to take a look."

After hearing this, He Ze straightened his clothes, touched his chin and said, "It turns out that this is something that makes you feel unusual? Then I must go and see it."

As he spoke, he walked inside.

"Master, are you lying to Mr. Xiaohe?" Yi Fei approached and asked.

"Nonsense!" An Qijin glanced at Yi Fei, "He is so easy to deceive, do I have to deceive him!"

After finishing speaking, An Qijin ignored Yi Fei and followed He Ze's back with his eyes. He turned and left when he knew He Ze had entered the door, but before leaving, he still told Yi Fei to wait for He Ze to come out.

He Ze walked into the interrogation room, which was specially used to punish disobedient students who made mistakes.

Students who have been here have mixed reviews.

Looking at the tall attic from the outside, the hall you enter is only about ten square meters. There is a table inside, and a person is sitting behind the table.

He Ze walked in and knocked on the table, "Teacher? I'm here..."

"What mistake did you make?" The man just wrote something in the notebook without looking up.

"It should be a fight." He Ze said.

"Warrior?"

"Array artist..."

The man finally raised his head and glanced at He Ze, "Looking like a formation painter to fight?!"

He Ze nodded.

Seeing that He Ze had such an expression, the man said "Okay," and took out a number from the drawer, "Go and complete the task corresponding to this number, and you can go out when you are done."

He Ze took the number plate and walked around into the attic. After entering, a super large hall was displayed in front of He Ze. This hall has three floors, each floor is full of tables and chairs, and each table is equipped with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

In terms of capacity, this hall occupies the entire attic.

"Hey! What are you doing standing there, you idiot?"

He Ze followed the voice and turned his head to look. A gray-haired, vigorous little old man waved at He Ze.

"What did you call me!" He Ze walked over in disbelief, idiot? ? ! ! .

"Bring the number plate." The man ignored He Ze's question, and put his hand in front of He Ze, "Here, this is the task of number ten."

He Ze opened the piece of paper, which read: Draw ten magnificent beauties of Yunxin.

He Ze asked suspiciously: "What are the ten magnificent beauties?"

"There are the books you need on the shelf over there, just follow the picture." After finishing speaking, the man ignored him.

He Ze walked to the bookshelf, found the box with "Ten Magnificent Views of Yunxin", took it out and sat down at random.

He Ze thought the box contained books or scrolls, but when he opened it, he found folded cards.

Pick up the first one, which says "Beautiful Xinglin-Xingzhai".

When he opened it, a vivid apricot grove appeared in front of Heze.

Presumably this scene was preserved with a scroll, and the flowers on it seem to be moving.

After a while, the above scenery disappeared.

He Ze couldn't finish his thoughts, his mind was full of scenery, and he wanted to keep this scenery on paper.

Pick up a brush to adjust the dye, and follow the memory to draw from near to far, from low to high.

To say that this apricot blossom is really difficult to draw.Not only are the flowers endless, but even that single flower is complex.

The crown of the apricot tree is round and crisscross.The gray-brown bark has longitudinal fissures of varying lengths.Some flowers are hairless, some are hairy, most of them are full of luster, and there are small lenticels on them.From sharp to tapered, from round to heart-shaped, there are many styles.There are white ones, yellow ones, and yellow-red ones. Although the colors are similar, they are also very different.

But these are not difficult for He Ze who has held the paintbrush all his life. It can even be said that the picture is already in his heart.

He Ze, immersed in the painting, is surrounded by a gentle atmosphere.When the brush is raised and lowered, the flowers gradually appear.

He Ze immersed himself in it unknowingly, as if only He Ze and his paintings were left in the world.

"Huh?" The little old man named He Ze Xiaozi felt a burst of spiritual energy.

Looking in the direction, He Ze's paintings exude a strong vitality.

He Ze has been promoted from a trainee array painter to a junior array painter.

However, the situation is a little different.

The works drawn by people who have just been promoted to junior level contain only a small amount of spiritual power, but this painting by He Ze can feel the fluctuation of spiritual power from a distance.

The few people who were punished looked up at He Ze, and were stopped by the little old man just as they were about to speak.

For a while, everyone around looked at He Ze quietly.

He Ze is making his paintings, and the way he paints has become a picture scroll in the eyes of others.

With a little stroke, after finishing the last stroke, stop and look at your new work.

clap clap...

Scattered applause sounded, and then more and more people applauded.

The little old man nodded and walked to He Ze's table.

"He Ze?"

"En?" He Ze saw that the person who called him a fool just now stepped forward, and hesitated a little when he called him.

"Don't draw for now, come with me." The man looked at He Ze for a while and said.

Seeing that he turned his head and left, He Ze paused to follow.

"Are you..." He Ze asked as he followed.

"Call me Mr. Ke." The man stopped in front of a small door with his hands behind his back.

He asked He Ze to stand in front, pointed to the small door, "Go in and have a look."

He Ze looked suspiciously at Ke Lao's strange movements.

He hesitated whether to open the door or not.

"Open it, you will never regret it." Ke Lao said calmly to He Ze.

He Ze looked at the small door with some peeling paint, and felt that Mr. Ke did not look like a sinister person. Besides, this is a college. The most important thing was that An Qijin told him before coming that there was an unusual person in the interrogation room. thing……

He Ze pushed open the door, but he didn't expect such a wonderful appearance inside.

Hidden behind the small door is a wide room of about [-] square meters, which contains a lot of paintings.

Seeing these paintings, He Ze's eyes straightened, they were so beautiful.

Streams and handsome mountains, pavilions and pavilions, ladies frown and smile, as if they have entered a fairyland.

Flying birds and cranes, lotus and crispy lotus root, green trees and flowers, seem to be a fresh field.

Neighbors in the neighborhood, the crowd is bustling, and small businesses and hawkers seem to be entering a bustling downtown area.

Each of these paintings contains people, objects, scenes and emotions.

The most important thing is that although these are paintings, they seem to be real. At first glance, the things in the paintings move.

He Ze looked at each picture carefully, but couldn't get enough of them.

"There are paintings by me, and there are also paintings by other masters." Ke Lao said to He Ze who was already addicted.

"There are such gods and men in this world who can paint with such charm. It's really..." He Ze couldn't find a good word to describe it. He, a standard painter, saw his favorite thing, it was simply Can't wait to never leave.

"You said, there is your painting in it?" He Ze came back to his senses, and suddenly turned his head to look at Ke Lao.

"of course."

"Mr. Ke!!" He Ze floated to Mr. Ke with an expression of "God begging for help". "I don't know if there is a chance to see you paint a picture!"

"I brought you here, and I didn't want to hide from you. Painting is nothing... teaching painting is fine. But before that, I have to ask you a question."

"You ask!" He Ze has always respected people who are good at painting.

"When you are promoted to a junior array painter, you are embarking on the path of cultivation, so do you think there is a conflict between cultivation and painting?"

"Ah?" He Ze didn't expect to ask such a simple question, "Of course there is no conflict. No matter what level of array artist I become, I will paint, not only because I want to commemorate meaningful things, but also The hobbies and pursuits of my life." He Ze said as a matter of course.

He Ze knows that the current array painters only regard painting on paper as a springboard to become array painters and emit aura.

Almost all array painters, after being promoted to junior array painters, no longer concentrate on painting, but concentrate on training to make the things they draw have more energy.

But He Ze doesn't think so, and he won't even give up painting at all, because compared to becoming an excellent and noble array painter, He Ze prefers to draw what is in his heart and express his thoughts in paintings.

"Then what do you think of my paintings?" After hearing He Ze's words, Ke Lao asked him with a smile.

"Your paintings are very good! They are really good!" He Ze couldn't restrain his love for the paintings in this room.

"Then do you want to learn?"

"You want to teach me?" He Ze's eyes lit up, like a child who opened his hands to throw on the candy.

"It's okay to teach you, but we have no relatives and no reason, how can I just teach you my things casually."

"Master?" He Ze carefully glanced at Mr. Ke.Since Mr. Ke asked himself if he wanted to learn, he must have moved his mind to teach.

In He Ze's view, appreciating a master is not a simple matter. The masters who studied painting and taught him were all painters ordered by the emperor, but he has never worshiped a master.

"En." Ke Lao made a satisfied look.

"But..." He Ze suddenly thought, whether it was too hasty for him to recognize Master rashly based on the paintings that have been painted in this room.It's not that He Ze is careless, but without seeing the real scene, who knows who made these paintings.

Seeing the distrust flashing in He Ze's eyes, Mr. Ke said, "You have doubts about my ability? Why don't we compare each other!"

"Compare?" Zhenghe Heze wanted it! "Compared to what?"

"Since you are a disciple, of course you choose. Don't say later that I chose what I am good at to compete with you."

"Okay!" He Ze thought for a while, "Then draw a horse."

Horses are one of He Ze's favorite things to draw. He thinks horses gallop between heaven and earth, handsome and unrestrained.

The two walked to the table, all the tools were exactly the same, and when He Ze said "start", the two started to move.

People immersed in the painting can't feel the passage of time, unknowingly a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour...

After waiting for an hour, He Ze looked up and found that Ke had already put away the pen.

He Ze shook his own painting, although it took a little longer, but this time he exerted [-]% of his strength, and the galloping horse in this painting is one of his best works.

He turned his head and looked at Ke Lao's desk.

A picture of galloping horses is impressively reflected on the paper.

On the vast grassland, tens of thousands of horses are neighing and competing to gallop.He Ze saw that the horse in the painting seemed to be running, and a painting brought He Ze into the artistic conception of a horse on the grassland.

He Ze looked at the painting in disbelief, and was fascinated again.

"I lost."

In contrast, his horses are similar in shape but poor in spirit, only one horse is on paper, and the momentum has already been lost, let alone the charm.

"Old Ke! Accept me, accept me, I will be filial to you!" He Ze has never seen such an outstanding painting in two lifetimes, the owner of the work is right in front of him, He Ze never wants to give up studying Chance.

"Hey~" Ke Lao turned his head, turned his back, and secretly pursed his lips in a place where He Ze couldn't see.

"They are all my apprentices, why do you still call me Ke Lao?"

Ke Lao said as he moved out the table and chairs engraved with the word 'Ke', and placed a pot of tea and cups.

After taking it out, he sat on the chair and gestured to He Ze with his eyes.

He Ze hastily poured out the tea, bent down and handed it to Mr. Ke, "Master, my disciple here respects you."

Hmph, Mr. Ke ignored the tea He Ze was bending over to hand over to him.

He Ze struggled for a while, then knelt straight in front of Ke Lao, "Master, please accept my apprentice's bow!" After speaking, he kowtowed three times.

He Ze knelt down before his father and mother, except for his father, queen mother, and even his elder brother.However, if you think about paintings full of charm, those who can paint such works must be outstanding, not to mention that it is a due etiquette to bow down to a teacher.Although He Ze thinks highly of himself, he will never forget the etiquette he should have and the etiquette he should do.

After finishing the ceremony in a regular manner, the tea was handed over.

Ke Lao grabbed the teacup and drank it into his mouth in one gulp.

→_→Why He Ze felt a trace of urgency from Ke Lao’s actions...

"Okay, get up, you will be my direct disciple from now on, come here two days a week, and I will inspect your paintings."

"Yes." He Ze said respectfully.

"Let's go out." Ke Lao walked in front, smiling with satisfaction.

Think about it when he first met He Ze, He Ze unconsciously revealed a feeling of being closed to himself. If he hadn't discovered the spirituality of He Ze's paintings, he would not have discovered that He Ze is just a habit. When it comes to etiquette, He Ze is the same Not a lot.

This is the demeanor of everyone.

But...Which family is He Ze a child?

After going out, Mr. Ke asked He Ze to paint the remaining nine beauties with peace of mind, and told He Ze to leave when he finished the painting.

"Young Master Xiaohe."

As soon as He Ze walked out, he breathed a sigh of relief, when he saw Yi Fei approaching him curiously.

"Why are you here?" He Ze was in a good mood and asked Yi Fei with a smile.