I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

"Sir, if you want to participate in the competition, you have to wait until next year. Now you can only go in and see the participating paintings." The security guard said blankly at the entrance of the gallery on the second floor of the museum.

Xie Mingzhou was not annoyed, he looked into the gallery with great interest——

The main hall was crowded with people, and on the stone walls on both sides of the hall, there were a row of master works in ink painting.

"I'm not participating, I'm just taking a look." Xie Mingzhou replied unhurriedly, curious in his heart, wanting to see how far the level of modern calligraphy and painting has reached, and he also used the banner of Li Zongce.

To him, Li Zongce is a courtier and even his best friend.The painting skills of the two are quite equal, and they often arrange boat trips to compare paintings.

When Xie Mingzhou walked into the arena, the thick ink fragrance rushed over, and the surrounding discussions continued one after another. It was a large-scale dating scene for artists.

He glanced at the ink-smeared rice paper on the wall. Modern Chinese painting art has a unique style, mainly based on delicate fine brushwork, with vivid images.

But compared with the traditional painters at that time, it lacks the charm of freehand brushwork.

After seeing the paintings on one side, Xie Mingzhou walked to the other side of the stone wall, and the front was already crowded with people, all gathered in front of the same painting, full of praise.

"As expected, he is indeed Master Li Qingshan's apprentice!"

"It's amazing, this line, this artistic conception!"

"What Li Qingshan taught really deserves his reputation!"

Li Qingshan?

Xie Mingzhou stopped slightly. Before entering the door, he used his mobile phone to check the information. Li Qingshan is the owner of this museum, and he is also a descendant of Li Zongce.

Xie Mingzhou pursed his lips lightly, walked slowly to the back of the crowd, and caught a glimpse of this apprentice Li Qingshan's work - the only freehand painting of orchid and bamboo in the audience.

The center is the pole, the tip of the pen draws branches, and the steady pen is one of the best among the masters on the scene.

On the bottom right of the painting is the artist's name, Guan Mo.

The compliments from the people around him were even worse.

"There is no need to compete in this competition, there must be Guan Shao!"

"If my disciples don't take care of me, who else can I take care of?"

"One thing to say, this apprentice is really good at painting, he is worthy of being a master's apprentice."

Xie Mingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the bamboo leaf carvings in the painting.

"Huh? Let's meet again, handsome guy!" A sweet female voice sounded.

Xie Mingzhou turned his head, it was the three art students he just met at the door.He bent his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "What a coincidence."

The voice was as lazy as ever, and an art student asked shyly, "Handsome guy, do you like this one too?"

Xie Mingzhou glanced at the painting of orchid and bamboo, and the admiration in his eyes was undisguised: "The painter's brushstrokes are neat and smooth, and it can be seen that his skills are profound. But..."

"The tip of the bamboo leaves is lighter in color and has more charm." Xie Mingzhou looked at the painting and thought, freehand, focusing on the word "meaning".

He loves painting and talent.This young man's drawing skills are good, and what he draws is traditional freehand brushwork. After a little improvement, he will definitely make a difference.

The three art students turned their heads to look at it, and after a while they were surprised and said: "The color of the ink is light...it seems to make sense, the color of the ink will reveal the truth!"

This person's perspective on painting is different from what they learned in professional courses, but it is very sharp.

An art student asked doubtfully: "Handsome guy, which master are you under? You are so amazing!"

Xie Mingzhou raised his eyebrows and teased: "I study under Emperor Ming, do you believe it?"

The three art students burst out laughing.This guy is so funny.

Hearing Xie Mingzhou's remarks, the group of people beside him couldn't help but frowned contemptuously.

What crooked melons and jujubes, dare to comment on the paintings of the great masters, and even boast that he is the apprentice of Emperor Ming.

"It seems that this gentleman understands it well?"

A haughty voice came from behind the crowd, people turned their heads one after another, were stunned for a few seconds, and immediately praised wildly.

"Ah, it's Guan Mo himself!"

"It turned out to be Young Master Guan! He was actually at the scene."

"Guan Shao is really handsome and talented! A new star in the Chinese painting world!"

This is Li Qingshan's chief apprentice, who has outstanding painting skills at a young age, and is expected to inherit Li Qingshan's mantle.

But I am young and energetic, arrogant, and my family is rich and spoiled by others, so I am not easy to mess with.

Guan Mo sneered, and glanced at the tall figure in the crowd, but saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Peach blossom eyes, cherry red lips, at first glance reveals the classical oriental beauty, but upon closer inspection, the eyebrows are heroic, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the bones are sharp and beautiful.

The painter, who is naturally more sensitive to beautiful things, was surprised for a moment, but soon laughed with disdain.

Relying on his good looks, he dares to comment on his paintings.This is the traditional Chinese painting circle, and the identity and status depend on the works to speak.

Except for his master, no one can criticize his paintings!

Guan Mo, who was used to hearing praise, walked up to Xie Mingzhou, and gave him a cold look: "Who are you, and where did you learn from?"

Several art students had long heard that Guan Mo was proud of his talent, but he didn't expect the deity to be even more domineering. He just wanted to go forward to reason with Xie Mingzhou, but was stopped by Xie Mingzhou.

He lowered his eyelids and glanced at Guan Mo.

Today, this is the second time I have the courage to talk to him.

He said slowly: "It's just an idler."

Even the tone that is neither salty nor light, has a sense of elegance that has been in a high position for a long time.

Guan Mo was stunned for a moment, and sneered.How dare a layman criticize his hard work in front of so many people!He said disdainfully: "Just now I saw that you have a lot of opinions on my paintings, why don't you come and try?"

If you can't draw, get out of their art studio.

The crowd of onlookers also laughed. A wimp who didn't even qualify for the competition dared to point fingers at the master's first apprentice, and said it so that people wouldn't laugh out loud.

More and more people came to see the excitement, chatting and laughing, some even recognized Xie Mingzhou's identity.

"Isn't that who, what is that called Xie, Xie Mingzhou!! The one who was hacked and retired a few years ago!!"

"Who, why haven't I heard of it?"

"It used to be a little popular, but ah, it is said that I didn't graduate from junior high school, and I couldn't even read the lines when I acted in a play, only a little boy!"

"Back then, Fu Yan was tied to our family and the hype was overturned! Shameless!"

"Ah, Miss Sister, you are also a fan of Fu Yan, and so am I!"

The Internet has no memory, but traces.Passers-by don't remember, but Fu Yan's fans do.

The three art students were taken aback when they heard the words, and looked at Xie Mingzhou worriedly.

Guan Mo's contempt was even worse. It turned out that he was not a master of traditional Chinese painting at all, and an uneducated past star dared to come here to make trouble.

Xie Mingzhou was unmoved, and calmly watched this group of modern people chatting non-stop.

Before Guan Mo could speak, the person next to him reminded him, "Young Master Guan, don't be as knowledgeable as a country bumpkin, he may have come here to pretend to be a literati hehe."

Guan Mo laughed mockingly: "Oh my, I actually wanted him to draw a hand just now, this guy was too scared to speak."

While everyone was laughing, Xie Mingzhou copied his trouser pockets, and waited for Guan Mo to finish speaking in a leisurely manner. He walked up to Guan Mo in a leisurely manner, lowered his eyes and asked, "What do you want me to draw?"

Since this group of boys "graciously" invited him, it happened that he hadn't painted for a long time, so it would be no harm to play around, just to rediscover the feeling of comparing paintings with Zong Ce back then.

Guan Mo was stunned for a moment, in front of him was an uneducated outdated star, when he looked down at him, he had a sense of superior dignity, which made him, the eldest young master, extremely uncomfortable.

Guan Mo suppressed his bored thoughts and glanced at everyone, "Did you hear that, Xie Hezhou said that he painted on the spot!"

The onlookers booed one after another, as if they wanted to see what kind of fools Xie Mingzhou could make.

"Dare to point fingers at the painting of the master's first apprentice! Let him paint!"

"See what kind of flowers the bumpkin can draw!"

Xie Mingzhou looked around, Guan Mo had a pen and paper with him, but he didn't.

Guan Mo understood his intention, and raised his chin in disdain: "There are papers there."

Xie Mingzhou looked along and saw the waste manuscripts thrown in the corner.Guan Mo meant to let him draw on it.

——Both he and Zong Ce belong to the freehand painting school, and their inspirations are often beyond human control. Many excellent works are drawn inadvertently on draft paper.

Seeing Xie Mingzhou take out a piece of rice paper with wrinkled corners from the pile of papers, Guan Mo's eyes flashed a sneer.High-quality rice paper is the treatment only masters have.

Xie Mingzhou found a brush from a corner, looked down at the rice paper: "I drew it randomly."

"Okay." Guan Mo lazily sat down, raised his chin and looked at Xie Mingzhou, "Let's say it first, if the painting is not as good as mine, you have to apologize loudly and call Dad in front of everyone."

Xie Mingzhou chuckled lightly, his eyes were bright, as if he was teasing a child and asked, "What if it's over?"

Guan Mo was stabbed by Xie Mingzhou's elegant smile, and turned up the volume: "If you win, I won't compete in this competition, and I will give you the painting."

A trash who has never learned to draw can draw better than him.

Xie Mingzhou smiled without answering, and spread out the rice paper with a big wave of his hand. He held the pen with curled long fingers and dipped it in ink. The dark pen body made the skin more white, the wrist bones were lightly protruding, and the navy blue veins surrounded the wrist—like a natural Tiancheng's ink painting.

Guan Mo paused unconsciously.

Xie Mingzhou held the pen with his long fingers, and familiarly drew half a pen on the paper——

The fingers are slightly sluggish.

The original owner has never painted a picture, and it is a traditional Chinese painting that is quite difficult to learn.The muscle memory of his fingers is not as dexterous as his original body, even clumsy.

But the painting skills are still there, so I can only get familiar with modern pen and paper first.

The onlookers and the painter whispered to each other.

"What is this scribble? I can do it too hahaha!"

"Primary school students draw pictures? I laughed so hard, it's terrible to be uneducated!"

"No wonder it was hacked and withdrawn from the circle, this painting is not as good as garbage."

The corners of Guan Mo's mouth curled up slightly, and he dared to teach him how to do things at this level.

Art students are sweating, if Xie Mingzhou doesn't draw well, he won't be ridiculed to death!

Noisy booing sounded in his ears, Xie Mingzhou didn't even lift his eyelids, his eyebrows were focused on the nib of the pen, recalling the days when he and Li Zongce often made appointments in the back garden to compare paintings and discuss painting skills.The relationship between the court and the court is complicated, but Zong Ce has always been his best friend in painting.

Thinking about it, the painting "Hundred Birds in the Mountain" that Zong Ce wanted to give him on his second and fourth birthdays flashed before his eyes.

It's a pity that he left before his 24th birthday, and Zong Ce's painting had no chance to be sent out.After thousands of years, this painting has become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

When Xie Mingzhou came back to his senses, a faint bird shape had been traced with the lightened pen tip.

But also just the shape.

Guan Mo was stunned for a moment. This guy's posture of holding the pen is very correct and elegant, and his concentration is very high. Is he really like the person next to him saying that he is an idiot who has never learned to draw?

But looking at the strange-shaped circles on Xie Mingzhou's drawing paper, the worried thoughts disappeared instantly,

The painting is not very good, but the kung fu of pretending is not bad.

The art students on the side gradually stared dumbfounded. Xie Mingzhou's bright peach blossom eyes drooped slightly, and the hand holding the pen was surprisingly gentle, as if caressing the beauty's white skin, which aroused people's daydreams.

While everyone was thinking about each other, Xie Mingzhou raised the corners of his mouth lightly, and the hand holding the brush became smoother and smoother. The brush and ink changed from thick to light, and the last stroke of bright red fell, as if injecting soul into the bird—it turns out that what Xie Mingzhou painted was not a bird, but a noble figure. phoenix.

The audience beside him went from booing to gradually quieting down, staring intently at Xie Mingzhou's free and easy pen tip.

After all, I came to see the paintings, and I still have some interest or research in Chinese paintings.

Nuo Da's painting hall became silent, only the slender brush brushed across the scroll.

After Xie Mingzhou finished drawing the phoenix, he outlined the two birds with a few strokes below, and then raised his pen to add color——

"Why are you all surrounded here?" A majestic voice broke the deadlock, and everyone was startled.

The visitor was slender, with strong eyebrows and eyes, and slightly long hair hanging on his shoulders. He had the aura of an artist.

It is Li Qingshan, an important painter in the painting world and the owner of the museum.Everyone was in awe when they saw him.

Seeing that Li Qingshan had personally arrived at the scene, Guan Mo immediately lost his arrogance and asked in a low voice, "Old... Teacher, why are you here?"

"The exhibition time is over, and my staff and I came to collect the paintings." He looked at the crowd in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Guan Mo said indignantly: "Teacher, there is an illiterate who is making trouble, and I am..."

Li Qingshan's eyes were not angry, but his tone was cold: "Who dares to come to a place like a museum to make trouble!"

He coldly swept across the faces of Guan Mo and the audience, and finally landed on the handsome young man at the end, slightly taken aback.

It's not how amazing the young man's appearance is, but the classical charm of the young man. He has been exposed to various cultural circles since he was a child, and when he grows up, he runs the cultural industry. He is used to seeing all kinds of calligraphers and masters of traditional Chinese painting.

A person's self-cultivation can be seen from his demeanor and eyes.

And the young man in black in front of him still maintains the posture of holding the pen with light pressure on his wrist, his demeanor is elegant and elegant, his twinkling peach blossom eyes add to his unrestrainedness, like a romantic man who has come out of an ancient book, and he has more high-ranking men than ordinary men noble.

He frowned until the young man put down his pen, let go of his aura and nodded politely at him, with respect for a highly respected painter in his eyes.

Li Qingshan was suddenly curious about what kind of paintings such a noble young man would look like.

He strode up to the young man and looked down.