Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 25 Look, it’s urgent

At this moment, Lao Zhang looked up at Xia Lin and felt that he was glowing from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. He really didn't expect that in such a situation he would take the initiative to try to help him.

Although I'm used to his sudden attacks, it's still hard to describe my feelings in words if I think about it carefully. Maybe this is called relying on each other.

Lao Zhang was also a smart man. He walked up quickly and complained to Xia Lin at first. He whispered, "Why don't you just strip me naked and parade me through the streets..."

"Damn it, why are you so hypocritical? You talk about something every day, but you back down at the last minute?" Xia Lin also started to curse: "Look at the masters around you, they are all watching you. If they see your ability and give you a little guidance, you can become their disciple. Do you know what that means?"

No one knew what they were talking about, but both the spectators below and the celebrities above were watching eagerly to see what they were going to do.

However, although Lao Zhang is outspoken and his thoughts are complicated, Xia Lin is very convinced of his professional ability. Everyone talks about this master and that master, but Lao Zhang's calligraphy is not inferior to Wang Xizhi, but at least it is not worse than Yu Shinan and the like. It is even more powerful and clever, and has absorbed the styles of many years. You can even see a hint of Yan Zhenqing's style.

His paintings are even more wonderful than his calligraphy, as they also incorporate many techniques of later generations, such as perspective and the use of light and shadow, which make his paintings look more lingering and majestic. His peony paintings were once unique in the world, and then he incorporated some techniques of fine brushwork and oil painting. Now, this kid's paintings are really the best in the world.

"Bring me the scroll."

Lao Zhang didn't waste any words and just used the oxygen sleeve move, which was quite impressive. However, no one listened to him... The scene suddenly became awkward, which caused a burst of laughter from everyone around.

At this moment, a voice sounded above their heads: "Lin Xiong, go get him the scroll and study supplies."

When I looked up, I saw a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes. His demeanor was obviously no ordinary person. His face shape was somewhat similar to that of the young princess. This man was most likely the owner of Tengwang Pavilion.

As expected, the guard immediately took the order and ordered someone to fetch the complete set of paintings. Although it was not the first time that Lao Zhang met the King of Teng, after so many years, he might have forgotten his identity. Fortunately, he was a man who could take it or leave it. He did not say that he was going to recognize an acquaintance. He just rolled up his sleeves silently, licked the tip of the brush with the tip of his tongue, and gently pulled off the longer hair tip of the brush with his teeth.

This expert could tell whether something was good or not with just one move. With just one move, Yu Shinan on the upper floor exclaimed, and then he began to watch with great interest.

As Old Zhang began to write, his unruly personality suddenly became restrained, and it was as if something dirty was possessed by him; his whole aura became different.

He thought for a moment, and then began to write. He held eight brushes of different thicknesses and colors between his ten fingers. It was like a dance. Everyone present held their breath and followed his rhythm, as if they had entered his spiritual world.

The scroll is very long, about six meters in length. This kind of material is specially pasted for writing long articles or making long paintings. It is expensive and difficult to make. Ordinary people cannot use it and dare not use it.

But Lao Zhang was completely focused at the moment. Xia Lin stood beside him and pulled the scroll for him, while he began to draw lines and colors back and forth. After all, it was a long scroll and it would take a long time. But even in this hot summer day, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet because everyone gradually entered a trance state with his brushstrokes.

The misty mountains, the rolling Ganjiang River, the Tengwang Pavilion on the riverside and the clouds and stars in the sky echo each other. One painting can show the charm of the Ganpo land, the rugged and majestic scenery, the leisurely river rolling in and the sun, moon and stars rotating endlessly. The wind on Poyang Lake is now blowing on the faces of everyone present, making people shiver uncontrollably.

When the last stroke of color was completed, Lao Zhang began to fill in the lyrics. It was still the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, but this time there was a painting in the fu and a soul in the painting, as if to bring this first parallel prose of all ages to life in a vivid way before the eyes of the world.

“Hiss…” Yu Shinan upstairs shuddered and held the railing tightly with both hands: “Genius! Genius!”

Even the King Teng, who knew little about paintings, was in a state of meditation. He seemed to be standing on the mountains and looking at the vast mountains and rivers. The heroic spirit in his chest reached the sky. He seemed to be riding a lone boat across the Yangtze River, looking up at the starry sky and embracing the river. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the depression in his chest was relieved, and even the muscles and pores on his body were stretched.

Although the people around them did not have the same level of attainment as them, they were also stunned by what they saw. These people usually only painted ladies and flowers and plants. When had they ever seen such a magnificent painting? At first glance, the mountains and rivers were infinitely beautiful, and at the other, the sea was vast and the fish were leaping.

In a flash, the last word of Tengwang Pavilion Preface was written. At this moment, Lao Zhang's palms and face were already colorful, but he didn't think anything of it. He just lowered his head and looked at his scroll: "Great! I'd be lucky enough to die on the spot if I can paint it."

"If I can hear the truth in the morning, I would be willing to die in the evening..." Xia Lin kicked him: "Can you be a little more polite?" This conversation directly pulled Prince Teng and his entourage back from their spiritual journey. These old men and young old men looked at each other and suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

Aren't these two people exactly like they were when they were young? Once upon a time, they were also shouting and feeling the spring breeze and summer rain in the wilderness without any regard for age or importance, but this time they were running and somehow carrying a heavy burden, forgetting how many years it had been since they last acted so recklessly.

"Go and invite them to the main hall."

This move was of course for the two of them to get admission tickets and also greatly shocked the people around them, so it was not really important whether Xia Lin wanted to show off his skills here, because there is a saying that goes "prosperity is prosperity and adversity is adversity". Now that Lao Zhang has shown his unique skills, Xia Lin can take a break, and essentially this is the best publicity for Lao Zhang.

Xia Lin did not need such an opportunity to show his face, because almost everyone present today came for him. However, they did not know that the world-renowned Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng came from the hands of the boy who had been pulling the scroll for others.

He was not in a hurry to reveal his identity, he was just having fun anyway.

The main hall was on the third floor, and there weren't many people there, and they were all older. As soon as they went up, the old men and young men looked at them and laughed, but they didn't know anyone, so they could only bow to the prince first.

"Where did you learn that painting just now? It's really wonderful."

The scroll had dried, and two guards brought it up. The elegant people on it came closer to study it. Only Yu Shinan came up to Lao Zhang and asked with a smile: "Your skills are really amazing. Even I can hardly rival you. And your calligraphy is also remarkable and unique. It's quite interesting."

The old man was looking for talent. Xia Lin knew that Lao Zhang's chance had come. He quickly approached him and bowed with a smile, saying, "I wonder who this senior is?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention it. I am Yu Shinan, a scholar at the Hongwen Academy." Yu Shinan bowed to Lao Zhang and said, "May I ask who this young man is?"

Oh my god, my god... Xia Lin was so frightened that he quickly pulled Old Zhang, who was about to return the greeting, and then he bowed to his knees: "Master Yu! Your name is really well-known. I have had the honor of observing your calligraphy. It is really comparable to Wang Yi Shao. I wonder if there will be anyone who can compare with him after him."

"So you are Yu Daxueshi!" Old Zhang also realized it now, and quickly pretended to be surprised and bowed to the bottom: "I really didn't recognize the great man."

"Hahaha, that's fine. I still don't know where you are from? Your accent doesn't sound local, does it?"

While Lao Zhang was talking to Yu Shinan, the little princess suddenly ran up with her skirt lifted up. When the prince saw his daughter running up like this, he frowned and said, "Qianqian! Why are you so impetuous? How can you be like a girl?"

"I know, I know."

The young princess put down her skirt and took Xia Lin's hand: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't play with the old men, my sister is here!"

"Qian..."

Before the prince could even shout, the little princess had already dragged away the bewildered Xia Lin, leaving only her father, who was second only to the emperor and above everyone else, standing there with his face turning pale and blue.

At this moment, an old man came over and patted the prince on the shoulder, then sighed softly and gave him a look that said "I understand". Then the other old men also laughed.

This look of "Congratulations on having your cabbage taken away" made the King of Teng laugh and cry. He suddenly turned around and said: "You old things, what are you laughing at? If anyone laughs again, I will let my second son forcefully marry your daughter!"

Now the group of people laughed even harder, except Yu Shinan, who was immersed in discussing painting techniques with Lao Zhang. For a moment, they became a pair of friends regardless of age difference and were completely immersed in the world of art.

(End of this chapter)