mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 565

Throw Benjamin Goldberg on it first, then throw out the whip of judgment and whistle at the same time.

The Whip of Judgment arrived first, wrapped around the side of the ship, and wrapped around Benjamin Goldberg at the other end.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted from below: "You two, help me out, don't just watch the excitement."

Guo Renzhang didn't move, but Qi Huang reached out to help pull.

Although he wears glasses, he looks like a scholar, but he worked as a carpenter when he was young and learned the work of carpentry, so he still has a lot of strength in his hands.

Benjamin Goldberg stepped onto the side of the boat with his own strength.

Seeing a half-grown foreigner, Qi Huang and Guo Renzhang were very surprised.

Looking down again, I found that the board had disappeared.

Gan Fan ran across the sea and suddenly jumped up.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his knees, the smart gyroscope first sank and then rose, Zhao Chuanxin caught the rice in mid-air, and jumped several meters high.

Pang Cang... fell on the deck.

Zhao Chuanxin cupped his hands cheerfully: "You two, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Qi Huang and Guo Renzhang looked dull.

Guo Renzhang suddenly thought of something, his face changed slightly: "Are you Zhao Chuanxin?"

Qi Huang's reaction was the opposite of his, showing surprise, cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Zhao, I have admired your name for a long time. My name is Qi Huang, whose name is Pingsheng, and whose name is Baishi. He is a country bumpkin who knows how to paint. This is..."

Before Guo Renzhang was introduced, Guo Renzhang interrupted: "Guo Renzhang, whose name is Baosheng, is from Xiangtan."

Obviously unwilling to reveal his identity.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Qi Huang in surprise: "Qi Baishi?"

Really surprised.

The celebrity in the elementary school textbook is just countless times younger. No wonder he looks good, but the general outline has not changed. The beard is no different from when he was old.

Qi Huang was surprised: "Mr. Zhao recognizes me?"

Zhao Chuanxin lacked awe of celebrities, so he said carelessly: "The name is somewhat interesting. You say you know how to paint, well, why not draw ten paintings for you at this time and here, and I will pay you."

Celebrities may not be as clean as everyone thinks.

In fact, because Zhao Chuanxin also likes painting and has read a lot of art-related books, he still knows Qi Baishi well.

He was poor when he was young, he let cattle go, planted land, and cut firewood, and dropped out of private school after half a year.

He is also lustful, and he does not forget to take concubines when he is getting old, and he has old people and misses new people.

He is also inferior and conceited, bragging to others: I am the first in poetry, second in printing, third in calligraphy, and fourth in painting.

In fact, it was the opposite. The painting skills he had immersed in all his life ranked first, and the rest were not ranked high.

This is the more you lack something, the more you care about it, a typical expression of inferiority and conceit.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about other things, he just thought that this person's painting was commemorative.

Qi Huang did not expect that Zhao Chuanxin, who is famous and often stirs up the world, would make such a request as soon as they met.

He readily accepted: "Ten paintings can't help but dry out the spiritual energy. I don't charge any fees. It's an honor to be able to paint for Mr. Zhao."

At this time, he had already beheaded his head and showed his talents. He was somewhat famous and earned some money by selling paintings.

But far from being as famous as later generations.

There may be arrogance as an artist, but in front of Zhao Chuanxin, that arrogance has also subsided.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's draw now."

"..." Qi Huang shook his head: "The boat is shaking, and the painting will be destroyed if it is even slightly biased. Mister Zhao might as well wait until Qinzhou, before it's too late."

That being the case, Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper: "Okay, since you and I are destined, if you want to give me a painting, I will give you one too."

It doesn't make sense to only ask for it in one direction, and Zhao Chuanxin wants to export it in the opposite direction.

Later generations will know that in this era, apart from Qi Baishi, there is also a place for him, Zhao Chuanxin.

Qi Huang's eyes lit up: "So Zhao Chuanxin can also paint?"

"It's ashamed to say." Zhao Chuanxin was very modest this time: "The technology is very simple."

Benjamin Goldberg looked at Master in astonishment. Isn't this like Master's character?
He didn't know that in the field of painting, Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to trust Qi Baishi.

He took out the drawing board again and clipped the paper.He took out the pen, observed the ship and the people present from his current angle, and started to write after looking at it for a while.

Qi Huang wondered: "Where did Mr. Zhao get the board and pen and ink?"

It is unscientific to copy it at random.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't raise his head: "It's all trivial details, not important."

Verbal humility does not mean hesitancy in writing.

Back then, when he was practicing pen and ink drawing, he almost vomited from practicing lines. He usually drew screws and ladders one by one.

And then to the cyberpunk-style fantasy pictures and extremely complex buildings...

The characteristic of Zhao Chuanxin's painting is that he does not stop, has a high fault tolerance rate, and the frequency of wrist shaking is amazing.

True sketch.

Guo Renzhang didn't want to have more contact with Zhao Chuanxin, but he was keen on art, so he couldn't help watching with Qi Huang from behind.

After seeing the speed of Zhao Chuanxin's printer, he couldn't help but gasp.

This kind of flower work does not exist in this era.

It's kind of like using magic in front of Muggles.

It's like a student who is catching up with homework on the last day of the holiday, like a writer who finds that a word has not been moved in the middle of the night and waits for an update the next day.

Qi Huang couldn't help it: "Mr. Zhao, you..."

Seemingly scribbled at first, with minimal lines, a moment later, the ship's funnel comes out, lifelike.

When Zhao Chuanxin paints, he no longer has to take into account the order of the front, middle, and background. He can really draw whatever part he wants like a printer.

Even the perspective of this painting is not from the perspective of his position at this time.

Slightly overlooking the meaning, the painting included the entire ship, including the four of them, including Zhao Chuanxin himself who was painting.

The boats and the environment are meticulously depicted. When it comes to the characters, Zhao Chuanxin uses a little freehand brushwork. The image is lifelike but the brush and ink are minimal, and the lines become weak. There is no strong ink rhyme, but compared with the ship part, It looks more lively, and even humor can be seen in the painting.

A layman watching the fun, an insider looking at the doorway, at first Qi Huang looked down on Zhao Chuanxin's Western painting style that only focused on fine brushwork, but when he came here, his expression became dignified.

If there is anything that can limit Zhao Chuanxin's speed, it is only when the pen is dipped in ink.

He also has special characteristics when he dips in ink. When he dips in water, he usually doesn't even look at it, but he can get it just right.

Absolutely no ink bleeding due to excessive staining.It will not need to be dipped a second time because it is not stained.

After finishing the last stroke, Zhao Chuanxin took two steps back, observed it first, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Stable performance, you're done."

One advantage of pen drawing is that every time a drawing is finished, it gives people the joy and satisfaction of completion.

Qi Huang sized it up and kept nodding his head: "Western painting skills are heavy industry but not freehand brushwork. It is rare that Mr. Zhao has integrated our freehand brushwork taste, and the transformation from bold and clear to straightforward and natural shows that he has perfected this kind of painting skills. Realm. It's really unimaginable that the famous God of War has such abilities!"

He is admired by heart.

According to rumors, Zhao Chuanxin is a reckless man who wields knives and guns every day, but it is just such a person who can draw shocking paintings.

If this spread, it might shock many people's jaws.

At first Zhao Chuanxin felt that it was not good to be too flamboyant in front of Qi Huang.

But at this moment, I suddenly figured it out. From the 80s to 1901, during this period, Qi Huang had been imitating and making a lot of fake paintings. The period from 1902 to 1918 was a period of transition for his development.

It's still too early to reach the pinnacle with ease.

So there is absolutely no need for me to show my timidity in front of him.

Figured this out, Zhao Chuanxin showed a row of neat teeth: "It's an exaggeration, it's an exaggeration, Zhao only has basic painting skills, and in the world's art circle, he can barely rank in the top ten. It really can't be higher. gone."

Qi Huang: "..."

Guo Renzhang was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a brazen person.

The sea breeze bent the corner of the drawing paper, and Qi Huang stretched out his hand to smooth it out.

He was quite happy: "Mr. Zhao really gave me this painting?"

"Naturally." Zhao Chuanxin said: "I'm waiting for your painting, a person must come and go."

Seeing what he said, Qi Huang couldn't laugh or cry, how could he renege on his debt?

Guo Renzhang was also a little hot-eyed.

He is a person who loves to paint.

You know, he spent a lot of money in order to get Qi Huang's paintings.

I often invite him to travel around the mountains and rivers for a year, and even a little bit of idleness.

In addition, some small gifts are always prepared, such as the Xiangnan incense bead box, Xinxiang, Canaan agarwood and other things that literati like.

Pen drawings have also appeared at this time, but the number is very small, called hard strokes.

Charcoal is also hard, but it cannot be called hard strokes.

In addition to Zhao Chuanxin's name, if you get such a painting, it would be a wonderful thing to brag about it.

It should be noted that he has not heard of anyone collecting Zhao Chuanxin's works.

Qi Huang was delighted to see Lie Xin, and took out one of his own paintings to show Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, how about this painting?"

Zhao Chuanxin took it and saw that it was a cricket.

If you have to comment, Zhao Chuanxin can sum it up in four words - fresh and elegant.

To be honest, if it was only at this level, Zhao Chuanxin would not even bother to collect it.

Thinking of this, he suddenly said to Qi Huang, "Forget it, I'm very busy recently, so don't paint for now. I'll go find you to paint when I have time."

My heart said to see if there is time in 40 or [-] years.

When Qi Huang matured and flourished, or when he was in his later years, it would be no later than that time, anyway, Zhao Chuanxin was confident that he would survive to the end of him.

This is called, good food is not afraid of being late.

Qi Huang seemed to see Zhao Chuanxin's thoughts, and his arrogance came up: "Could it be that Mr. Zhao doesn't like Qi's paintings?"

Perhaps it was because he was also a painter that made Qi Huang forget Zhao Chuanxin's identity.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette, squinted at him, and said, "Damn it, I want it whenever I want it, what are you talking about? I just don't like your current paintings, so what can you do? "

"..." To be honest, Qi Huang was a little scared, after all, Zhao Chuanxin killed people like hemp.He stammered and asked: "Then, then, please point out what's wrong with the next painting."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Zhao Chuanxin held the picture of a cricket, pointing his head and face at this later famous artist: "Your habit of using colors is too simple, why don't you dare to use folk red and green? The brushwork is too delicate, are you a big girl?" A man must have the domineering spirit of a man. You can't patronize the freehand brushwork, you must know how to combine the fine brushwork with the hearty freehand brushwork, and walk out a unique path of your own..."

What Zhao Chuanxin said was all nonsense, it was the route Qi Huang took later, it was just pointed out to him in advance.

At first Qi Huang was unconvinced, but following Zhao Chuanxin's words, something gradually penetrated his heart.

At this time, Guo Renzhang next to him bravely said: "With all due respect, Mr. Zhao is good at Western painting, and it is a little bit to point out the truth of Chinese ink painting..."

But Qi Huang stopped him: "Mr. Zhao's words are reasonable. Qi has long wanted to create a new business, but he has no idea. Listening to Jun's words today, it really makes sense."

Guo Renzhang: "..."

Benjamin Goldberg smiled triumphantly, and said to Guo Renzhang: "This is all about the circle of painters. You don't know anything about participating?"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately scolded: "Bold, who told you to tell the truth?"

Guo Renzhang: "..."

"..." Qi Huang laughed out loud: "This little friend is Mr. Zhao's apprentice? Follow Mr. Zhao to learn painting?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "The villain learned killing skills from Zhao."

It's a killing technique, not a ring technique. Traditional killing techniques focus on talking, learning and singing!

At this time, a crew member came in a hurry, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin's master and apprentice from afar, and said, "Someone reported that you boarded the ship secretly, now please show your ticket!"

(End of this chapter)