Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 160: Unsigned Spring Mountain Painting
Zhang Yuan stopped and looked at the chaos among several people in the street.

"What does this Gu guy think of himself? I earned the money and silver in the battlefield, and I want to give it to him for free. Don't even think about it!" Hu Tang waved his fist with a look of indignation and pushed away the person who was pulling him.

"None of these children from aristocratic families are good!" the big man on the other side also shouted.

After a struggle among several people, only two people were left there, and the rest returned to Yunteng Tower.

Zhang Yuan's gaze fell on the two men.

Hu Tang, the central general of the Northwest Army, and his comrade, Hong Yang.

"Brother Hu, Brother Hong, are you here to relax after eating?"

Zhang Yuan walked forward and spoke with a smile.

Hu Tang, who was squatting on the ground, stood up, looked at Zhang Yuan and sighed.

Hong Yang, standing aside, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Damn it! I might as well stay in the army and die in battle."

Looking at the two men, Zhang Yuan chuckled, "In the county town, there are many rich and powerful people. We should just avoid offending them."

"After we pass the assessment, we'll leave this place and live our lives in peace."

"I've endured the days of living on the edge of a knife, so what could be more difficult than a scar the size of a bowl?"

These words made Hu Tang's expression ease a lot.

He looked at Zhang Yuan, then looked in the direction of Yunteng Tower, and understood.

The big businessman was eating and drinking in the building, so Zhang Yuan had to eat outside.

Brother Zhang must be feeling aggrieved.

"Come on, brother will buy you a drink."

"Damn it! I'd use my money to treat my brothers to drinks instead of spending it on that kind of stuff."

Hu Tang grabbed Zhang Yuan's arm, smiled, and pulled him toward a street filled with the smell of smoky things.

Zhang Yuan did not refuse and followed the two of them to the streets to drink.

In his opinion, there was actually no difference between the delicacies in Yunteng Tower and the food and wine in the streets.

It's all part of this world.

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Tangwai Street.

Let the drunk Hu Tang and Hong Yang sleep in the wing room in the front yard, while Zhang Yuan went to the back yard and went straight into the study.

Unfolding the painting of Spring Mountains, Zhang Yuan's expression changed as he looked at the mountains on the screen.

This landscape painting is indeed a rare treasure.

There is a sense of great truth in this ink and wash painting.

The great scholar Wang Mengxi expressed his profound ideas through his writing, but his body could not bear it and he eventually died of coughing up blood.

This landscape painting embodies the spirit and thoughts of the great scholar and embodies the great way of mountains.

Looking at the scroll in front of him, Zhang Yuan turned around, found an ink pen and a paper scroll from the bookshelf beside him, and slowly spread it out on the table.

He wanted to paint this landscape.

He had never learned to paint, but had only seen Master Tao and other painting teachers in the academy.

At this moment, I recall their brush and ink techniques: rubbing, dotting, and dyeing, breaking the tip and following the tip, breaking the ink and dyeing the ink...

In his mind, chaos began to unfold, and a bead of enlightenment quietly shattered.

After drawing on one piece of paper, change to another.

form.

God.

Charm.

general trend.

Behind him, the shadow of a mountain slowly emerged.

The practice of the great way leads to the same destination through different paths.

When the sky in the east began to brighten, Zhang Yuan stretched his muscles and looked at the pile of discarded paintings.

After all, calligraphy skills cannot be acquired in a day.

But when he unfolded the last painting he had finished, he was already somewhat satisfied.

The mountains are high and steep, and the clouds are misty.

The momentum of the mountain is already between similarity and dissimilarity.

Walking out of the study, Zhang Yuan was full of energy despite not sleeping all night.

The feeling of being immersed in the Tao is intoxicating.

After washing up, standing in the courtyard, Zhang Yuan raised his hands and feet, and every punch and move was as heavy as a collapsing mountain.

After the Mountain Fist, came the Iron Armor Fist.

Divide the golden knee.

Turning elbow.

Tieshan leans against.

After the moves were completed, cheers came from outside the courtyard gate: "Brother Zhang, I think you have mastered the Iron Armor Fist to perfection." "At your age, I have only seen three or two people in the Northwest Army who can master the Iron Armor Fist to this level."

Hu Tang walked into the yard, his eyes full of admiration.

Being in the frontier army, he knew how difficult it was to cultivate the Iron Armor Fist to such a level.

What's more, Zhang Yuan was only a Wuwei and had not experienced the life and death trials of the border troops.

"Brother Zhang, we drank too much last night." Hong Yang looked around with a look of shock on his face. "Is it not causing you any trouble?"

This courtyard looks quite large and is quite secluded.

In the county town, even in the marginal areas, it is not an ordinary person to be able to live in such a courtyard.

Zhang Yuan must be staying at someone else's house. If they stay overnight, it will probably make things difficult for Zhang Yuan.

"Well, Brother Zhang will take us to see the owner of this place later. We will thank you in person and will never cause you any trouble." Hu Tang said in a low voice.

Zhang Yuan smiled and waved his hand. Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

When I went to the door and opened it, there stood a fifty-year-old man and an old woman in a cloth robe.

"Second Master, the head shopkeeper ordered us to come here."

"The head shopkeeper said that we will follow the Second Master's orders from now on and guard the courtyard, sweep, wash, and cook."

The fifty-year-old man's surname is Wang and the woman's surname is Jiang.

Zhang Yuan arranged for Old Man Wang and Mrs. Jiang to leave, then turned to look at Hu Tang and Hong Yang and said, "Two brothers, I live alone in this yard too. If you don't mind, you can live here together."

live here?

Just as Hu Tang was about to refuse, Hong Yang reached out and pulled his arm.

"Okay, then we're welcome."

When Zhang Yuan walked into the backyard, Hong Yang's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Zhang is still young and doesn't understand the insidiousness of those merchants."

"Such a nice house for him to live in, with fine wine and delicious food to entertain him, and even someone specially sent to serve him, is this something that ordinary friends can have?"

"They are so attentive. They are either trying to take advantage of Brother Zhang's official status or asking him to do something that would affect his life and property."

Hu Tang's expression had changed.

Hong Yang pressed his shoulders and said, "Brother Zhang won't listen to anything I say now."

"We live here. If anything happens, we've seen a lot and can help him out."

Hu Tang nodded heavily.

"Okay, Brother Zhang is a good person. We can't let him get hurt."

After the two of them left the house and went outside to look at the county government office and the martial arts school, they were not far away and the surroundings were very quiet, which immediately made them more certain of their judgment.

With such intention, that person probably really wants Zhang Yuan to fight to the death.

The two went to the inn, packed up their things, and moved into the house.

I met a few military officers in the inn who had dinner with me last night. We said a few words and then left.

"Hmph, Hu Tang and Hong Yang are still in the Northwest Army. If they don't bow down now, what good will they get?" The military officer who spoke had a beard and a sneer on his face.

"Ah, Master Gu said last night that he would teach them a lesson in martial arts. I was about to remind them just now, but unfortunately they were in such a hurry that they probably wouldn't listen." Another middle-aged man in a martial arts robe shook his head and sighed in a low voice.

"Haha, there is an elimination number in the martial arts assessment. What did Mr. Gu say last night? In fact, it is a good thing to have a few more people at the bottom and be eliminated earlier." The big man who spoke turned and went to his own room.

The others looked at each other and dispersed.

……

For three consecutive days, Zhang Yuan stayed in the courtyard and only went out once.

I went to a place that sold pens and ink and bought some paints and new paper and pens.

During this time, Mr. Yao came once to report that the cooperation with the Jiang family had been completed.

With Yao Da's kind nature, when he saw Hu Tang and Hong Yang, who lived with him, he naturally treated them warmly and approached them to get close to them.

This made the two of them even more alert, and they felt that the kind-hearted Yao and the people behind him had a very deep plan for Zhang Yuan.

However, seeing that Mr. Yao was so enthusiastic, they knew that it was useless to persuade Zhang Yuan. They could only observe carefully and make sure not to let Zhang Yuan suffer any loss.

In the study room.

After consuming more than ten beads of perception, Zhang Yuan's understanding of landscape painting became more and more profound.

The most frightening thing in this world is purity.

Just look at the painting of Wuchun Mountain, feel the artistic conception, and then reflect it with brush and ink.

With the enlightenment beads, on the third day, the Spring Mountain Painting he drew was so similar to the original that even he himself felt it was no different.

After giving the painting he was most satisfied with to Old Man Wang to take to the framing shop, Zhang Yuan slowly put away the original painting of Spring Mountains.

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Zhao's Villa.

In the lobby, a middle-aged man in a green brocade robe stood with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed.

In front of him, a scroll unfolded.

An unsigned painting of spring mountains.

(End of this chapter)