Chapter 189

In this painting, only the people-centered central area is more realistic, and the surroundings are relatively simple, fuzzy and virtual.

When the painting was finished, Han Bing tut sighed, "what a wonderful hand!"

The servant girl who peeped at it for a few eyes envied it. There was nothing strange at ordinary times. It seemed nothing at the pavilion master station. How could it be so felt as soon as it was painted? It seemed that there was an eternal flower wall to accompany the pavilion master forever.

Take a good look! How beautiful! Xiao Rong, who can get closer and see more, is looking forward to it. She also wants to have such a picture. It would be nice to hang it on the wall of her room and see it every day, but she can't afford to draw a picture worth 100000 gold coins.

In addition to thinking about it, it can only be a cry in my heart. People are different from human life. Compared with the pavilion Lord, I don't have such a good life.

The invited xueluoer stood in front of the painting and stared at it for a while.

After waiting for a while, Han Bing tried to ask, "Miss, how's the painting?"

"OK!" xueluoer nodded coldly again.

"Put away the painting quickly and put it away!" Han Bing happily greeted the servant girls.

"Yes!" the two servant girls came forward to do it again.

The next drawing place is at a moon gate. There are pavilions behind the moon gate. Xueluoer stands at the circular moon gate and looks like walking from the moon gate to this side.

After the painting, the magnificent building and jade house, the deep courtyard, set off the beauty of a beautiful woman coming from the moon gate.

I'm used to seeing nothing strange. The artistic conception in the painting makes people sigh and sigh again and again. Han Bing nodded: "Sir, there is a set of background."

This time I really think that one million gold coins are worth it. Talent is priceless.

Niu Youdao modestly said, "the chief manager's praise was slowly ground out. It took a long time to decide last night."

For him, this is actually nothing. Haven't you eaten pork and seen a pig run? It's just to use the style of some photographic works in previous lives.

Han Bing: "let Mr. bother."

Xueluo'er felt that the people in the painting wanted to break through the blockade of the deep courtyard, and seemed to go out of the deep courtyard and get to know a new world. After staring at the painting for a long time, she said, "put it away!"

As soon as Han Bing listened, he knew that the young lady liked the picture very much. He quickly waved and said, "put it away!"

The next painting site was selected in a pavilion. Niu Youdao arranged a Xiangfei couch and let xueluoer lie on it. One leg was slightly bent, one hand supported his head, and the other hand held a book. Behind the Xiangfei couch was a round window with whirling tree shadows.

As soon as xueluoer lay down, he outlined the ordinary curve of his body, and the curve from his waist and crotch to his slender legs was exquisite.

In other words, any man who dares to let xueluoer do this is simply blaspheming the owner of the ice and snow Pavilion. He must be killed alive.

However, today, a group of women are crazy. There is no doubt from the servant girls up to the ice and down to the bottom. On the contrary, Niu Youdao is what he says and cooperates fully.

Niu Youdao stood in front of the drawing board, instructing him to set up a incense burner here and burn incense, and instructing him to set up a cabinet there.

A group of people are busy. Niu Youdao looks at the woman lying on the side of the couch and secretly hehe. The woman looks good. If she is not afraid of an accident, she must be fooled to draw Luo photos. If not, step back and let the clothes be untidy and the spring light leak out.

In that sentence, a woman's brain can't think normally in this case. What about the owner of the ice and snow pavilion?

But he didn't dare. He looked back and waited for these people to wake up. He doubted whether the man who had seen the scene of the master of the ice and snow Pavilion could leave him alive.

Of course, some people still feel that the pavilion leader looks a little like that. Irrelevant men are driven out. There is no sun here and there is no need for an umbrella. Chu'an building is naturally driven out.

Yuan Gang, who was also invited out, muttered in his heart that Taoist priest did not do his job!

In fact, Yuan Gang sometimes can't stand Niu Youdao. He often yells that he doesn't like fighting and killing, but in fact, he doesn't do much. He likes to play elegant when doing fighting and killing. He writes words, draws pictures, plays the piano, plays erhu, sings Beijing Opera and so on, which is called self-cultivation.

But in Yuan Gang's opinion, it's just artful. If you play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, people also believe that you are a gangster!

When the painting came out, a group of servant girls stared at the picture and envied it.

The trees outside the window are whirling, and the beauty in the window is lying on her side. There is a smell of books in her hand, and the smoke curls.

The pavilion leader set off by the atmosphere and taste is really elegant. There is a trace of laziness in the elegance. Coupled with the cool and gorgeous temperament of the pavilion leader, it feels that he can't envy a group of servant girls.

Han Bing couldn't help looking back at Niu Youdao. He found that this one is really good at setting scenes. Has he seen such scenes? Otherwise, how would he know it's so beautiful?

Xueluoer, who stood up and walked to the painting, was stunned. He didn't expect that he would have such a unique side.

The painting was naturally put away again.

After painting this picture, it's noon. Under the condition of light, it's appropriate to go to the top of the mountain behind the ice Pavilion. It was calculated in the morning.

A group of people in ice and snow pavilion are very interested. They want to see what new dreamlike pictures will appear.

When a group of people packed up their things and left the place of Qionglou Yuyu, Niu Youdao asked Yuan Gang to stay and not to follow.

Han Bing asked, "Sir, why doesn't the assistant bring it?"

Niu Youdao said with a smile: "he is not a monk. It's troublesome to go up and down the mountain. He can't be used on the mountain for the time being. Let him wait here."

Listen to him say so, everyone is not forced, according to him.

Xueluo'er looked back at Yuan Gang when she heard the speech. It seemed a little unexpected. Unexpectedly, Yuan Gang was not a monk.

However, Yuan Gang, who watched a group of people leave, knew it. Lord Dao still moved his mind to attack Chiyang Zhuguo!

The reason is very simple. Lord Tao doesn't want these people to find out that Xueyu is afraid of his secret.

Naturally, this business will not be disturbed by Xueyu. When you see the pavilion leader going up the mountain in person, no one dares to offend the guards on the mountain.

The party arrived at the top of the mountain smoothly. Xiao Rong instructed Han Bing how to take a view according to what Niu Youdao said earlier.

Looking at the open and layered scenery, Han Bing nodded: "yes, it's really a good scene. If you get your master's skillful hand, it must be another good painting."

Niu Youdao looked at the distant and close view, visually selected the best position, pointed to a black rock exposed by Luo, "Pavilion master, please sit on the stone, face the ice Pavilion and back to this side."

Han Bing looked at the place where the easel was placed and wondered, "with your back to this side, can't you only draw your back?"

Niu Youdao nodded: "yes, this picture only shows the back."

Han Bing was surprised: "such a beautiful scenery, only the back?" she felt that the scene in front of her was better than before, and could best reflect the meaning of ice and snow Pavilion.

Niu Youdao: "it's just the back."

Instead, xueluoer walked over without saying a word and did what Niu Youdao said. Han Bing quickly waved and asked someone to send a cushion.

"Pavilion leader, face a little to the left, show a little side face, yes, that's it!" Niu Youdao gave a command. After shouting, he raised his pen and opened the painting with great concentration.

No one dares to disturb on the side. Only the whistling wind on the top of the mountain and the crisp bell that occasionally drives away the snow.

This time, the shooting range is very large, and it is also the longest time-consuming painting at present. The Chu'an building on the side is really not afraid of hard work, holding an "umbrella".

When the pen was closed, the people watching at the side failed to return to God for a long time.

"Cabinet leader, all right." Niu Youdao shouted.

Xueluoer got up and went to the drawing board. Her bright eyes coagulated for a moment and it was difficult to move away.

The snow mountains in the distance, the vast snow fields, the surging rivers in the canyon, the looming cave shops and human figures, and the lush pavilions at the foot of the mountain are exquisitely and exquisitely displayed. However, a graceful back in the painting has become the finishing touch of the whole painting.

Graceful back, clothes floating with the wind, sitting alone, gathered the center and essence of the whole painting onto her. The world is vast and clear, but the woman is weak, but she can't see her face, only her back. No one knows what expression on the woman's face and what she is thinking.

A vast and boundless, a weak and lonely, set off each other, that artistic conception, the beauty is heartbreaking.

At this time, Han Bing no longer felt that there was something wrong with the back of the painting. After reading the painting, he felt superfluous if the people in the painting showed their faces again.

Xueluoer stretched out his hand, gently touched the painting with his fingertips, and whispered, "manager, put this painting away."

"Ah, OK, OK." the returning cold ice waved, "put it away, put it away quickly!"

After painting here, I didn't go to other places outside the ice pavilion to choose scenery. In Niu Youdao's words, this is enough for the snow scenery outside. No matter how other places paint, they can't beat here. Painting again seems a little redundant.

People were deeply surprised at the speech.

Back to the beautiful building and jade house, he came to the garden and asked xueluoer to stand next to a cluster of blooming flowers. He picked a flower and asked xueluoer to hold it in his hand and put it in front of his nose, looking slightly down and sniffing.

Niu Youdao took a close-up view this time. The drawing board was placed very close to xueluoer. First, he drew a large standing ellipse in the middle of the drawing paper, and then painted in the ellipse.

Because the shooting is very close, xueluoer's figure occupies most of the position in the ellipse. The whole ellipse is almost prepared for her alone, and the flowers on one side seem to fill in the blank.

Once painted, it is completely different from the previous paintings. The picture is small and beautiful. The only person who asks whether flowers are more fragrant or people are more beautiful is the person in the painting with poetic flavor.

In the next painting, xueluoer was asked to stand on the cornice roof as if I wanted to ride the wind, and xueluoer was asked to sit on the bench of the pavilion and Water Pavilion and hug his knees against the column.

After drawing eight pictures, xueluoer refused to draw and gave Han Bing one.

Han Bing couldn't refuse. He wanted to, so he had to thank him. "The old slave has touched the lady's light."

Xueluoer stopped painting for a reason. She didn't know if she was tired of posture, but she wanted to see with her own eyes how Niu Youdao painted. She was sure. She stood next to the drawing board and witnessed how a painting took shape.

Xueluo'er obviously also saw that a group of servant girls present also had the expectation of painting, and the quota of the last painting was left to the servant girls present to paint together.

A group of servant girls were so excited that they stood on the steps outside a pavilion layer by layer. Chu'an building also came in. The only man fell on the drawing paper one by one.

After excitement, a group of servant girls were distressed again. There were so many people. Just one picture. Who should I give it to?

This is not what Niu Youdao should worry about. He thought it was over. Unexpectedly, xueluoer's tone slowly chanted a poem, "it's difficult for water to pass through the sea, except that Wushan is not a cloud. Take the flowers and look back lazily, half for cultivation and half for gentleman!"