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The Taoist temple is clean, not a grand and huge building, but a simple small courtyard, and some slightly constructed and arranged natural landscapes behind the courtyard become the whole of this quiet Taoist temple.

There are also some guest rooms, which should be prepared for some special guests. They look spacious and bright, and you can smell a touch of elegant fragrance when you walk in. In the hollowed-out incense burner, the light smoke slowly dissipates quickly. in the air.

There are a few pictures hanging on the wall, and it is impossible to tell who wrote them. A sense of freedom and ease jumps out, as if you can see the figure of the Taoist who has already walked the mountains and pursued freedom.

"It would be even better if there are a few landscapes."

Looking at the calligraphy and painting on the wall, Ji Mo blurted out, and the little Taoist priest who led the way laughed when he heard this, "Senior brother Chang He also said the same."

Probably different people expressed the same emotion, and they were in the same situation. This kind of coincidence is extraordinarily interesting. The little Taoist priest, who was originally reticent, said a few more words because they were all about the same age. It's like they're in perfect harmony.

Ji Mo was a little curious about this senior brother Changhe. Dao name does not represent a name, so could this senior brother Changhe be Wang Zichu?

Just in time for the meeting, and when he came to this point again, he asked the little Taoist priest to take him to meet the elder and senior brother.

"It's time to meet, maybe it's a bosom friend." Yang Min was also very interested and expressed that he would go with them. Li Yuanzai didn't say anything, but he went with them when he went out.

"Brother Changhe always loves to draw. Many paintings are not allowed to be seen, and they will be destroyed directly. You have to be careful, don't..."

"Why did you just destroy it?" Yang Min was curious and interrupted the little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist shook his head innocently, expressing his ignorance, "He has always had such a habit. Usually, people don't know it and insist on watching it. It's very ugly and was driven away by the spectator."

Not all people in Taoist temples are from good backgrounds, and some are used as servants, just to show the difference in family members. They also wear Taoist robes as Taoist boys. Such people will not last long, they are slightly longer Dao, or left with other channels, or was dismissed to make a living by himself, they will never pollute the Taoist temple with their mixed hearts.

Most of these children were bought and sold, and it was a good thing to be released to freedom in a sense, but they were also unemployed.

They have no knowledge and culture, and their upbringing is obviously incomparable with those cultivated by everyone who understands etiquette. It is inevitable to behave recklessly.

The little Taoist said this, with a lot of contempt in his words, and obviously he didn't like that kind of behavior. He insisted on looking at things that others didn't want others to see. In modern times, it is an invasion of privacy. In ancient times, it was also suspected of prying eyes, which is annoying Hate.

Ji Mo didn't take the liberty to ask him if he was also a Daoist from such a background, and he followed him to a quiet courtyard. The courtyard door was wide open, and the little Taoist pointed inside: "That is Senior Brother Changhe."

The yard is not deep, and there is a house a few steps away. The windows of the house are open, and a person is writing calligraphy and painting in front of the window. From this angle, the pen is like a snake. The angle of swaying should not be writing, but painting. .

Being called a senior brother by a seven or eight-year-old Taoist priest already made people feel that this senior brother was not very old, but Ji Mo was surprised when he really saw it. How old is this?

If the other party is really Wang Zichu, asking Ji Mo to call him master directly seems to be a bit... Even if the master is the first, not everyone is willing to recognize Ruzi as a teacher.

With the little Taoist's previous reminder, they didn't rashly go up to look together, but separated a distance, and greeted each other outside the window.

"Brother Changhe..." The little Taoist spoke quickly, and without approaching him, he just clarified what he said in the same place. It is always interesting to express the same feeling in the courtyard just now.

It is also because of this interesting that Changhe senior brother looked up at them, his eyes were indifferent, as if a god was looking down on all living beings, he was clearly watching, but no one was reflected in his eyes.

The little Taoist gave Ji Mo a push and gestured that it was this who said that.

Ji Mo passively moved forward half a step, smiled and bowed to Changhe senior brother: "I heard that Changhe senior brother is also interested in landscape painting, I wonder if I have the honor to ask for some advice?"

For the convenience of finding people, Ji Mo previously created a persona for himself who is interested in painting. Now that he is talking like this, Yang Min and Li Yuanzai are also helping, saying that Ji Mo really likes painting. , I hope to get enlightenment from my elder brother.

There is actually a bit of anger in these words, even if the master is the first, but you have not seen how well the other party draws, you have to ask someone for advice, there is always some dissatisfaction.

Yang Min really wanted to encourage Ji Mo to compare with others, but he had never seen Ji Mo's paintings either.

It's not that Ji Mo doesn't even want to draw a few strokes. He only heard that there seems to be a school of painting, and he doesn't know which school his master will be in the future. If he sketches a few strokes early, he will be known by the master when he apprentices. Saying that it doesn't suit my style of painting is not cheating myself.

"You can also draw?"

Brother Changhe spoke with an ugly voice. Judging from his appearance, he should have passed the period of voice change, but such an ugly voice, as if swallowing carbon and burning his throat, is rare.

Yang Min subconsciously covered his ears. People like them have never suffered any crimes. People like this who look ordinary and speak badly don't even have the qualifications to be by their side.

Li Yuanzai also frowned subconsciously. No matter in terms of appearance or voice, this person is obviously not good enough. It is unlikely that such a person is a son of a noble family. This made him lose interest all of a sudden. Surname, people can't guess, he probably won't come this trip at all.

Ji Mo was also surprised, but it was just an accident. The master hasn't been found yet, so be careful if you meet a beggar on the road. If it is the future master, wouldn't it be bad to leave a bad impression?

Brother Changhe only gave Ji Mo his attention, and turned a blind eye to Yang Min and Li Yuanzai. His focused gaze seemed to be the first time someone fell into his eyes. Of course, it was just a faint shadow.

"I don't dare to talk about it, but I can draw, and I hope that Chang He can give me some pointers on how well I draw."

Ji Mo is used to preparing for the worst. With that kind of anticipation as a basis, there is no need to be overly nervous. If you are uneasy about one thing, what you show is this kind of generosity and extreme decency.

"can."

Brother Changhe responded and asked Ji Mo to enter the room to talk. At the same time, his hand took the white paper aside and covered it on the previous painting.

Although he didn't name him, it was obvious that only Ji Mo was invited. Li Yuanzai didn't want to waste any more time here, so he said, "Go and listen, I have to go elsewhere."

Yang Min had always been fighting with Li Yuanzai, competing with each other, but now it was rare to agree with him, and echoed: "I don't like painting, and it's useless to listen to it. Let's talk."

Ji Mo felt somewhat apologetic, the three of them came here as companions, but they were scattered due to the host's invitation, and seemed somewhat sorry for their friend, but to Ji Mo, this friend was too watery to be compared to a possible master.

Even though it was absurd, he always had a premonition that this chief and senior brother were important people, maybe it was really his prince, Master Chu.

After saying goodbye to his friends, Ji Mo entered the house, and the little Taoist priest led the way for Yang Min and Li Yuanzai, and they went together, and the courtyard became quiet again.

The furnishings in the room are a bit weird, so clean and elegant that there is nothing else. There is not even a screen in front of the bed. There are three tables, one in the living room, one in front of the window, and one at the head of the bed. The corners of the paper were carefully fixed, and the breeze blew by, making a slight vibration.

The long table in front of the window is where Zhang He and his senior brother used to draw. The long table at the head of the bed, facing the window behind, is also laid with pens, inks, paper and inkstones, which seems to be used for writing and painting.

Brother Changhe saw Ji Mo coming in, and nodded at the long table beside the bed: "You draw."

Ji Mo felt that this meant asking himself to draw for the other party to see. The words were really brief. He hesitated for a while, feeling like he was in an interview and assessment, but he still calmed down and took a pen to draw on the paper.

If you don't study drawing seriously, the cost is not high. Which student didn't add more illustrations to the textbook illustrations? Not to mention all kinds of characters, there are also many people who add scenery to the characters. Adding a small fish under the lotus leaf next to the poem in the lotus pond is too numerous to enumerate.

Many parents dare not say that they want to cultivate their children's hobbies, but it is also helpful to spend time on painting and buy some watercolor pens and stick figures.

With such an educational experience, Ji Mo dare not say that he is very good at painting, but if he is good at it, how to adapt to ancient times is another big problem.

Simply the lotus leaf is easy, the lotus flower is simple, and the monotonous lines are drawn with a few more strokes, all of which are realistic in style, without any blurring of brushwork, without artistic conception, but with craftsmanship, which is enough.

Ingeniously adding a butterfly with elementary school brushwork to the corner of the lotus, Ji Mo quickly finished the painting. Looking at his masterpiece, he was still a little ashamed. No one else, this kind of thing is really at the level of elementary school students. In terms of composition, I am afraid it is not as good as that of elementary school students. The painting is fuller.

The best paper, the best fragrant ink, even the brush, I am afraid that there is something special about it. I used these to paint like this... "I also ask Brother Zhang He for advice."

Ji Mo looked at the way Changhe and senior brothers stared with frowns, and really felt that the painted skin was about to be peeled off. He was afraid that he would lose his face when he heard some completely derogatory words. For a while, he was grateful for Yang Min and Li Yuanzai No, will not read the joke.

It’s not that there are no paintings in this era. Everyone still has the basic appreciation ability. If you compare what you saw in the past and what you draw today, you will feel that the level is not the same. Is this level okay for beginners?

"It's not all worthwhile." Brother Changhe spoke politely. After one sentence, he put Ji Mo's painting aside and stretched out a piece of white paper again. The same painting quickly took shape under his brush, a lotus flower The lotus leaves are slightly distanced, the water waves are light, and the brush and ink between the flowers and leaves are partially blurred, and soon become more vivid, and even the round dewdrops feel like they are about to drip.

The same thing, drawn by different people, can actually create an inexplicable artistic conception. Comparing the before and after, Ji Mo found that his paintings were "dead", and the scenery was only vivid in Chang He's paintings stand up.

Without words, the paintings point out, which is even more convincing.