Royal Master Painter

Chapter 81
At the beginning, everyone was talking about why the dignified Yunzhou would take the initiative to say hello to an unknown person on the first day.

Now Zhao Suixian has fooled the entire Yunying Building, they actually want to buy other people's paintings?

The most proud person is Fu Yueming. Originally, Yunying society had some exchanges of painting skills. Fu Yueming wanted Jiang Greed to make a painting himself to achieve the goal of shocking everyone. Unexpectedly, this step was omitted. Zhao Suixian and Chen Mo The actions of the two directly made Jiang Greed the focus of the audience.

The two parties simply greeted each other and left. Zhao Suixian also had his purpose.

"Mouth-mouthed gourd, do you want to ask me why I bought his paintings?"

"I also became interested in the orders given to him by the old magic stick Yuan Wushe in Lixia Pavilion. No matter how many rich people want the old magic stick to praise him, the order given to him by the old magic stick is 'body I've never seen him speak so highly of anyone."

How many people who claim to be extraordinary talents have been belittled by Yuan Wushe to be worthless, and now Yuan Wushe says that Jiang Li's talent is extraordinary, that is no ordinary genius!

However, I don't know exactly what level Jiang Greed is. Only by actually seeing his paintings can we judge.

What Zhao Suixian and Chen Mo remembered was Yuan Wushe's order to Jiang Li, "As a person in the hanging garden, I was ordered to go to the lower Jiuquan of the underworld."The world has been shocked before its sharpness is revealed, and it has been several autumns in Qingdu'.

And what Jiang Li cares most about is the last old god stick's exhortation, "follow the past without regretting, and follow the ambition without becoming famous".

Originally, Jiang Greed didn't fully believe in these gossips, but thinking about how many times he appeared in the early days, it seemed that there was no good end.

San Chuankou was chased and killed by the Baiyang god envoy when he showed his sharpness, and Mu Sushan almost died in it when he showed his face in front of the three Huiyang realms. Facts have proved that Yuan Wushe's order is not groundless.

He can't show his face in public, maybe he only deserves to make a fortune in secret.

More and more people came to Yunying Tower, and their identities became more and more noble. Shi Jilun, Taishi Ling, Zhao Guizhen, the governor of Piyong City, Qian Fuhai, the shopkeeper of Tongbao Pavilion, Huang Wuling, the shopkeeper of Wuling Commercial Bank, He Qingzhi, the teacher of Wenfu, and a few more Jiang Li didn't know people at all, but being able to chat and laugh happily with these people naturally had a high status in Qing Dynasty, and the people of Yunying Society also turned their attention from Jiang Li to these people.

Several people gave in to each other, and finally elected Shi Jilun as today's chief.

In this kind of occasion, Shi Jilun has the highest status on the surface. Although other people are rich merchants, masters of Danqing, or prefects of a city, they are still lower than those of Tai Shiling, and Shi Jilun sat on the main seat in the end. .

"Yunzhou geniuses gather together, this is a grand event in the literary world"

As Shi Jilun said, with a move with one hand, the lake outside Yunying Building flowed into Yunying Building like a jade belt, flowing over the house.

Jiang Li didn't know what this was for. After thinking for a moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He scooped up a glass with a wine glass and tasted it. It was ordinary water, and there was no taste at all.

But looking around, these painters actually took the lake water in their hands to clean their hands, wash their faces, and some of them took the lake water in their mouths to rinse their mouths and then sprayed it out. Only Jiang Li was holding the second cup in embarrassment...

Another shot was taken, and all the wine jars in the house were broken, and the gurgling wine turned into a clear spring and merged with the lake water. These painters held branches, dipped them in the mixed wine and lake water, and then sprinkled them on themselves.

"Making wool"

Each of these people looked solemn and solemn, as if they were holding some sacred ceremony. Even Fu Yueming performed well, but Jiang Li was out of place, and even wondered if a cult gathering was being held here.

After doing all this, Fu Yueming felt refreshed.

"Have you repaired it yet?"

"emmm... it should be repaired, the taste is average"

"smell?"

After the repairs were over, some people dressed in colorful clothes entered the Yunying Tower, holding various leaps in their hands.

Pipa, vertical harp, zither, fangxiang, sheng, slender drum, horizontal flute, 筚篥, shakuhachi, clapper, jiangu and so on.

A masked female musician sat at the end of the table, holding a pipa in her arms, and a strong man played Jiangu.

The sound of the qin first rises like the gurgling of running water, the melody fluctuates, and the steady percussion melody of the drums drops step by step, first suppresses and then rises, and the peaks and loops turn.

After Jiang Li closed his eyes, he found that he seemed to be standing on the top of the mountains. He was on a high place, but his heart was calm, and the vast and powerful aura of the vast world, the sun and the moon rushed towards his face.

The melody of the music is simple and melodious at the beginning, and then when the harp sounds the flute sound, it is like a wave of pines, adding a sense of desolation and loneliness to the music, like a beauty with white hair and a hero who is dying, which makes people sigh with emotion.

Just when people lose their spirits and sink because of this music, the sound of the music suddenly rises again, like a surging wave, and it can be heard from the music that it is unrestrained and unrestrained.

When the last musical note was played, Jiang Li woke up from his intoxication.

He has heard countless pieces of music that are better than this melody, but the most unique thing about this piece of music is that every rhythm is played in the depths of the human heart, leading people to the world created by the music. Personal emotions dance with the sound of the piano, which can't be extricated and triggers endless associations.

"Is this the musician's enlightenment!"

A painter can be enlightened, of course a musician can do it too, and Jiang Li is very sure that the leading female singer is not only enlightened, but also has a deep level of cultivation. Several elderly people unconsciously wiped it off after listening tears.

After the song was over, the entire Yunying Tower resounded with thunderous applause, Taishi ordered Shi Jilun to stand up and bring a plate covered with a red cloth.

"Flower music teacher, this is my little heart, please accept it if it is not a respect."

"Thank you Taishi Ling for your generosity"

The leading masked girl did not refuse either.

"In order to add to the fun of the Yunying Club, I specially invited a flower musician from Guangling Yuefu to play"

"It turned out to be a student of the Yuefu, no wonder Yinlv Yiyi has such attainments"

Yuefu and Wenfu belong to one of the eight prefectures in the world, and the musicians of Yuefu also have a high status in Xuanguo.

"The lingering sound lingers for three days!"

Many people hear enlightened musicians play for the first time, and they are hooked.

Next is the Flying Flower Order, the Qushui Liushang, and everyone has a pot of thin wine and a few dishes of fruit next to them.

This is a favorite game of literati in Qingdu. Whether they are great painters or endowed scholars, all literati are intoxicated by it.

The scholar who lost wrote a book post, and the scholar who lost made a fu on the spot, and everyone commented together.

Almost all the talents worth cultivating in Yunzhou are gathered here, and there are naturally some remarkable masterpieces among them. Jiang Li was lucky not to be punished, so he sipped wine and snacks.

The most shocking one was Zhao Suixian, who immediately splashed ink, and a picture of "Yunying Le Banquet" aroused unanimous amazement.

What Yunying Leyan painted was the scene of playing music just now. Jiang Li was also a little surprised. It took more than half an hour for a pair of medium-quality drawing paper. I am even better.

(End of this chapter)