Chapter 442： Ink painting!

Chapter 442 Ink Painting!

ps: Regarding the couplets, some of them are indeed turned upside down. It is mainly for the plot service. It is like a guest from heaven. If the protagonist is not reading it out, it will be a bit meaningless. So everyone can understand that the couplets of Blue Star are in the same direction. Let's be honest, the rules should be looser. Quantum mechanics can't be used to explain parallel time and space.

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 The poem is completed in an instant.

Nearly all eyes were fixed on the last two lines of Lin Zhibai's poem, so much so that everyone's focus even temporarily shifted from the miraculous calligraphy.

 When you are drunk, you don’t know what the sky is like!

The boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is full of dreams!

Lin Zhibai uses dreamlike brushstrokes to outline a dream that makes people fall into despair just thinking about it. It is as if the protagonist in the poem is not parking a boat in Dongting Lake, but rowing on the Milky Way. All he saw was a starry world.

【What a nice view! 】

　　【This poem is so amazing! 】

　　【After being drunk, I forgot that the stars in the water were just reflections. In a clear dream, I was lying on the Milky Way...】

　　【This artistic conception is absolutely beautiful! 】

　　　【I was severely killed by this poem! 】

　　【The last two lines of the poem are absolutely killing me! 】

　　【Before, on the boat, the richest man did not have the monk Zhi Rong Dou Shi. As expected, he just wanted to keep a low profile and save face for the other party. 】

【yes. 】

　　【If the richest man on the boat had taken out this poem, Shang Zhirong's poem would have seemed much more mediocre. 】

Studio.

Those who understand poetry and those who don’t understand poetry are both shocked!

 This is the most charming part of Chinese, which is really hard to compare with other languages.

Just a few numbers can outline the situations and images that make people yearn for it.

Compared with the noise in the live broadcast room, the East Pavilion was completely silent at the moment. The literati gathered around were stunned. Looking at the poem written by Lin Zhibai, three words flashed in their hearts for no reason:

Martial Law!

 Lin Zhibai, who came from Qinzhou, was young and carefree. He was just a single-handed man, but his literary talents overshadowed dozens of literati in Qizhou. What else could he be but a dragon crossing the river?

But let’s not talk about where we came from.

This poem is so beautiful. It’s so beautiful that no one even bothers with the technique of the poem. They just feel that every word in the last two sentences is natural and just right. Not to mention that Lin Zhibai’s handwriting is so good. This Against the background of the two beauties, both the works of Xia Xinyi, the most talented woman in Qizhou, and Shang Zhirong's masterpiece that has been recognized by everyone will inevitably look overshadowed!

 “What a poem!”

 “He can be called the leader of this round!”

 “I admire Mr. Lin’s talent!”

"This round of questions came out of the blue. I believe that even if Mr. Lin has a draft in mind, he will definitely spend very little time. He can create such a poem in a short period of time. This is the only time in my life that I have seen it!"

"write like an angel!"

“Words and poetry are two great things!”

To say that he must be an older literati and stable.

They speak in a polite manner and praise their level of proficiency, unlike some people in the live broadcast room, or the Three Musketeers of Qizhou Literary Circle, who always talk about "f*ck, they're really good".

 “You are overly complimentary.”

Lin Zhibai bowed his hand humbly. On other people's territory, he couldn't be too sharp, otherwise he would look like he was just here to cause trouble. Moreover, the literati friends in Qizhou were very friendly.

“Brother Lin really saved my face on the boat.”

Shang Zhirong said quietly, no matter how good his poem was, it could not compare with Lin Zhibai's poem, and even the poem left by Xia Xinyi was compared.

But it can also be seen from this:

Lin Zhibai is not a pushy person, but because of Lin Zhibai's status and his reputation as the most talented person in Qinzhou, there will always be people pushing him to take action.

 “Brother Shang, there is no need to belittle yourself.”

Lin Zhibai comforted him and said, "Let's go to the third level."

Having passed the couplet and poetry exams, Lin Zhibai was already mentally prepared as he didn’t know what kind of difficulties were waiting for him in the third level.

 …

 What Lin Zhibai didn’t know was.

 When he was heading to the third level.

There are already many people in Tianranju, and among them, sitting in the most important position are the two leaders of Qizhou literary circles.

 Hu Wei.

 Shi Yun.

 The two are chatting at the moment.

Hu Wei smiled and said: "I heard that Xinyi wrote a good poem when she just passed the second level. How about reading it and listening to it?"

　　　“That little girl has made a fool of herself.”

Xia Xinyi's position was not far from the two literary leaders. She smiled slightly and then said: "Looking at Pinghu, you can reach the sky..."

Everyone listened, their eyes showing appreciation.

 Especially some male literati of the right age have eyes filled with admiration.

 

  Can't help but think that Xia Xinyi has an intellectual temperament.

  What’s more, she is recognized by Qizhou as “the most talented woman of the young generation”.

Whether men in the literary world admit it or not, the aura of "the most talented woman" does give them a desire to conquer Xia Xinyi.

 “Good poetry.”

Shi Yun also expressed his approval for Xia Xinyi's work, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid the leader of the second round is Xinyi, and the reward is quite good."

"Not always."

Hu Wei smiled and said: "Old Shi, don't you know who I invited here today? If he is here, Xinyi's poem may not come out on top."

"who?"

Shi Yun was stunned for a moment.

An expectant voice came from the side: "Of course it's Qinzhou's number one couplet master, the legendary king of duels Lin Zhibai. I left an interesting couplet for him in the first level. I hope he can match it. If not, It’s very boring to go there…”

 “What couplet?”

 Hu Wei and Shi Yun were both curious, and the topic was no longer entangled in whether Xia Xinyi's poem could become the leader of the second round.

But Xia Xinyi's eyes flickered slightly.

Lin Zhibai…

 Is he the most talented person in Qinzhou?

What a young talent that makes people curious.

The person who just spoke was none other than Li Bai, the first couplet writer in Qizhou. He cupped his hands with the two literary leaders and said with a smile: "My first couplet is as big as a person in a Buddhist temple, and the Buddha in a temple is bigger than a person."

 “Come backwards?”

Shi Yun frowned and said: "Your design is too complicated. It is difficult for people to have ideas in a short time. Do you have a second line yourself..."

"certainly."

Li Bai said loudly: "My second line is [people come to the exchange, and people come to the exchange]."

 Poof!

Xia Xinyi said helplessly: "Uncle Li is following this idea, can't I also do it for individuals?"

  “It’s okay.”

Li Bai's eyes lit up after repeating it, "So Xinyi, you are a talented woman. You were able to follow my train of thought immediately and come up with such a sentence."

 “Without any sense of beauty.”

Hu Wei criticized it, and then after thinking about it for a while, he said in a deep voice: "It is better to say [the pavilion is filled with fragrance of flowers, and the pavilion is filled with fragrance of flowers]."

"good."

Shi Yun's interest was also aroused. After thinking for a moment, he said: "What about [the guest stays in the hall, the guest stays in the middle hall]?"

"good!"

Li Bai smiled and said: "You two are worthy of being the leaders of our Qizhou literary world."

Of course he was joking about his couplet. What he really prepared was [birds fly to the nest in the forest, birds fly to the nest in the forest], but there was no need to read it out again. He was more curious about what Lin Zhibai would do if the other party This is not true, the so-called top couplet master in Qinzhou is nothing more than this.

 At this time.

 Someone is coming.

Li Bai's eyes lit up when he saw the other party, and he shouted: "Xiao Lu, how is the situation? Lin Zhibai is here, right? Does he have any ideas for that couplet?"

"some."

The man named Xiao Lu laughed and said: "Mr. Lin was not only right, but his second line also received applause from the whole house!"

 “A full house of applause?”

 Li Bowen: “What is he right about?”

All the literati present immediately looked at this young man. Even Hu Wei and Shi Yun were aroused to be curious. Xiao Lu suddenly felt pressure and did not dare to show off. He quickly said: "Mr. Lin is right, it is natural to live in a guest place. It’s a guest from heaven.”

 Having a natural home as a guest?

 A guest from heaven?

 The literati present were shocked.

The two literary leaders in Qizhou can get this couplet right, and Xia Xinyi can barely get it right, but in terms of appropriateness and situation, Lin Zhibai’s second couplet should be the best!

 “That’s right!”

Li Bai couldn't help but praise loudly: "The second couplet that Mr. Hu and Mr. Shi just paired was actually very good. Xinyi's one barely passed the test, but the most perfect one is Lin Zhibai's second couplet. Such a good one is actually a guest from heaven." , it seems that the other party is a very arrogant young man."

　　The "arrogance" in Li Bai's words does not have a derogatory connotation.

Because Li Bai believes that capable young people have the right to be arrogant. He was also very crazy when he was young. When he is not crazy when he is young, when will he be crazy?

 “It’s really good.”

Hu Wei was not angry because Li Bai said that this second couplet was better than his own. Instead, he smiled and said to Shi Yun:

“Now do you still think that the leader of the second round will be Xinyi?”

"certainly."

Shi Yundao said: "Xinyi's poem is of good quality. In addition, the level of couplets cannot be confused with poetry. Otherwise, the best poet in Qizhou should be Li Bai."

“Old Shi, please stop burying me.”

Li Bai said with a smile: "I'm not bad at poetry either, but I just naturally love couplets more."

"that…"

Later, Xiao Lu seemed to be hesitant to speak. Xia Xinyi, who had been silent next to her, noticed and took the initiative to say: "That Mr. Lin, he should have passed the second round, right?"

  “Exactly.”

Xiao Lu scratched his head and said: "And the second round of poems written by Mr. Lin also received full applause. Many people at the scene thought that poem was the leader..."

 “What poem?”

Shi Yun was a little surprised. He obviously didn't know as much about Lin Zhibai as Hu Wei did.

Xiao Lu said: "That poem was very well written, I couldn't help but write it down. The west wind blew the waves in the old Dongting Pavilion, and Mr. Xiang's hair became white all night long. After he was drunk, he didn't know that the sky was on the water, and the boat was full of clear dreams that overwhelmed the stars. "

　　　hiss.

 There was a sound of gasping for air at the scene.

It was just a whisper.

 “This Mr. Lin has a great talent and deserves to be the most talented man in Qinzhou.”

"It should be said that he is a ruthless person who has the ability to single-handedly destroy the Qinzhou Poetry Conference."

“My friend in Qinzhou mentioned him and said that this boy is extraordinary. Today I have finally seen it.”

 “It’s really awesome.”

 “This poem is qualified to be the leader.”

Xia Xinyi was also reading this poem in her heart, feeling a little dazed.

Was it created on the spot?

 The content of the linked poem is very much like Lin Zhibai’s temporary writing.

After all, there was wine before crossing the river, so it was reasonable for him to board the boat while drunk. The local wine in Qizhou had a strong stamina, and the people in Qinzhou were not used to drinking it.

 “You are indeed better than me.”

Xia Xinyi thought so, but there was not much frustration on her face.

Hu Wei muttered: "When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars..."

Shi Yun murmured: "The Mr. Lin you invited, Old Hu, is not easy. After passing the first two of the three levels, he crushed everyone." "The first two levels?"

Hu Wei laughed loudly and said: "The first two levels are actually okay. I'm just afraid that the third level will be the most terrifying time for him."

"Why?"

 “Because Mr. Lin’s calligraphy is unparalleled in the world.”

“Then why don’t we go and greet him?”

 “Okay! Come and greet me, and also see the unparalleled calligraphy in the world!”

 …

When he reached the third level, Lin Zhibai turned his head and took a look and found that only the Three Musketeers were left beside him, and the others had not followed.

Lin Zhibai: “Where are they?”

Jiang Shourang: “We’re fighting in the back.”

Lin Zhibai: "What?"

Song Xingliang: "They are competing for the poem you just wrote."

Lin Zhibai: "That's just what I wrote casually."

Jiang Shourang: “That’s what I say, but they think it’s very collectible.”

Lin Zhibai: “…”

Although Lin Zhibai's calligraphy is very good, the poem he just wrote was really casual. He just wrote the handwriting clearly so that everyone can understand it.

Definitely not a calligraphy work.

 Of course it’s nothing worth fighting for.

Shang Zhirong sighed: "It seems that Brother Lin doesn't know enough about himself."

 For a top calligrapher like Lin Zhibai, even if he writes something casually, some people will regard it as a treasure.

When Shang Zhirong finished speaking, someone who was passing the third level turned around and said, "Whose voice is so familiar to me? It turns out it's you three. If you want to pass the third level this year, you have to leave a set of words." Or paint.”

 “Calligraphy and painting?”

Lin Zhibai didn’t expect that the third level would be like this.

 I thought there would be some special questions in this level.

Shang Zhirong smiled, "It seems that Brother Guan Lin is going to come out on top again. Who can compete with you in terms of calligraphy?"

 “Calligraphy is not challenging.”

Lin Zhibai smiled and decided to deepen the impression of his painting skills on the outside world, "I will paint a picture."

"draw?"

The Three Musketeers were stunned. They only knew that Lin Zhibai's calligraphy was invincible and they had seen it in the second level, but they didn't know that he could also draw.

 “Ink painting.”

Lin Zhibai asked the staff to prepare paint for himself.

 Because the pursuit of efficiency is the pursuit of efficiency, most people choose to display calligraphy, and few people choose painting like Lin Zhibai.

Um?

Lin Zhibai was thinking this way, but unexpectedly discovered that besides himself, Song Xingliang, one of the Three Musketeers, also chose painting.

Seeing the curiosity on Lin Zhibai's face, Shang Zhirong explained: "Brother Lin doesn't know something. Even though Lao Song's poetry level is average, he is one of the best young painters in Qizhou."

 “Master of Painting!”

 Song Xingliang emphasized from the side.

Jiang Shourang curled his lips and said: "You are not yet up to the level of a master."

 Lin Zhibai smiled, and then began to think about what to draw. Although he chose painting, Lin Zhibai did not want to make it too complicated or draw something too complicated. After thinking about it briefly, Lin Zhibai made a decision:

"shrimp."

 Qi Baishi is the best at painting shrimps.

 Lin Zhibai will use his painting skills that have been greatly improved by the system today to imitate Qi Baishi's shrimp painting skills. You must know that Lin Zhibai's painting skills have reached an astonishing 80 points!

 System judgment:

 This is a master level painting!

 Don’t forget that the full level is only 100 points.

So now Lin Zhibai, not to mention surpassing the level of old man Qi Baishi's shrimp painting, can at least imitate 89% or 90% without any problem.

 After the staff is ready.

Lin Zhibai officially started writing.

Dip in the pen and ink, hang your wrist slightly, and wave the brush.

  【Why doesn't the richest man write? 】

　　【Maybe it’s because calligraphy is really not challenging. 】

  【Can he draw? 】

　　【Of course I will, otherwise why would you choose to paint? 】

  【I remember that the richest man once did a sketch on the show. 】

　　【If you can sketch from life, then your basic skills should be pretty good. 】

　　　 [Haha, the richest man may be afraid that if he writes another word, it will cause a fight. 】

I want to grab it on the spot, handwritten by the world’s number one calligraphy master, even though the poem is in regular script. 】

Having studied calligraphy for more than thirty years, I can tell you that Lin Zhibai’s achievements in regular script are definitely not inferior to his running script! 】

 Obviously.

 Everyone was very excited about the fact that Lin Zhibai had just written a poem, but the manuscript was snatched up by literati in Qizhou.

 As for Lin Zhibai’s paintings…

Although everyone was impressed by Lin Zhibai's versatility, they didn't take it to heart.

In other words, although everyone believes that Lin Zhibai can draw, they do not think that his painting level can be compared with his calligraphy or even poetry.

 Just like it’s not surprising that Lang Lang can play the guitar.

 But everyone definitely does not think that Lang Lang's guitar playing level is the same as that of the piano.

Although the camera is currently focused on Lin Zhibai, looking at his movements with the pen, he seems to be very professional.

 And beside.

Song Xingliang also painted ink paintings, and the theme he chose was "flowers".

Making flowers with ink and wash is very simple, but it is difficult to stand out. However, Song Xingliang is obviously very skilled, and he can sketch out the charm in a short time.

 “I am convinced of Lao Song’s painting skills.”

Jiang Shourang sighed while watching, but it did not affect Song Xingliang's performance at all. He was attentive and extremely serious at the moment, not as playful as before.

 “Why are they here?”

Shang Zhirong next to him looked forward. It turned out that the literati who had already arrived at Tiantianju were coming over, led by Hu Wei and Shi Yun.

 “Mr. Hu!”

 “Old Shi!”

The literati around him greeted him one after another, and they were also wondering why these people were here.

Until Hu Wei smiled and said, "Lin knows where Mr. Bai Lin is. We are here to watch a calligraphy performance."

 “There it is.”

Jiang Shourang quickly pointed to Lin Zhibai, who was concentrating in the corner.

The literati here realized that these big guys came for Lin Zhibai.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, this Qinzhou's most talented man was so famous that he could even get the big names in Qizhou's literary circles to come out to greet him!

That is Lin Zhibai?

 Looking from the back, he looks very young.

Shi Yun wanted to go over and have a look, but Hu Wei waved his hand and said, "Let's not disturb his calligraphy creation for now. We can see it soon."

 “It’s not calligraphy.”

Shang Zhirong said: "Brother Lin...well, Mr. Lin chose painting for this level."

Hearing that the two big guys called Mr. Lin Zhibai, Shang Zhirong was really embarrassed to continue calling him "Brother Lin".

 “Painting?”

Hu Wei was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "It seems that I won't be so lucky today."

  “Something is there.”

Jiang Shourang quickly promoted: "Teachers, how about taking a look at this painting of Lao Song?"

Song Xingliang had almost finished the painting. Because he was so focused, he didn’t realize there were so many people coming. He was startled when he raised his head and stammered a greeting: "Mr. Hu...Mr. Shi...teachers..."

"Let me see."

Shi Yun stepped forward to look at it, nodded with satisfaction and said: "I have to say that Xingliang's paintings are getting closer and closer to the level of his father. He may be expected to enter the realm of a master within ten years!"

"real or fake?"

Jiang Shourang was speechless and said: "We only have a few painting masters in Qizhou..."

Shi Yun said: "You still don't believe my judgment? No matter how many painting masters there are in Qizhou, the youngest painting master in Qizhou in the future will definitely be Song Xingliang from the Three Musketeers like you!"

“Of course I believe what you say, after all, you are a master of painting.”

Jiang Shourang smiled and murmured in a low voice: "I'm just a little surprised that Old Song is acting like a master..."

"What did you say?"

Shi Yun seemed to vaguely hear it.

Jiang Shourang coughed and said, "No...no...nothing..."

He was afraid that Shi Yun would dig deeper, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Mr. Lin seems to have finished painting. Everyone knows that his calligraphy is exquisite, but I don't know what his painting level is...Mr. Lin!"

 Someone called me?

Lin Zhibai was just like Song Xingliang just now. Because he was so engrossed in painting, he didn’t even know that there were many people coming behind him.

Turned.

 I don’t know anyone.

But these people know themselves.

One of the old men with some gray hair said: "Mr. Xiaolin, I am Hu Wei. We have communicated online."

 The reason I call you Mr. Xiaolin is...

Lin Zhibai is really too young.

 You are so young that Hu Wei calls him Mr. Lin, as if he wants to call him old.

 “Senior Hu.”

Lin Zhibai didn't know how to address him, so he simply called him "Senior". He remembered this person. He said on the Internet that he was the most talented person in Qinzhou.

 “My name is Shi Yun.”

Shi Yun next to him said: "Jiang Shourang is my nephew... It seems that you are quite familiar with each other?"

"yes."

Lin Zhibai greeted again: "I've seen Senior Shi, who are you?"

Shi Yun smiled lightly and said: "Of course I'm here to welcome you. After all, you are a guest from Qinzhou. Of course, I also want to see your calligraphy. Lao Hu has always said that you are the best calligraphy master in the world... I never thought But you chose to paint.”

 “Just painting for fun.”

Lin Zhibai smiled and said: "I'm sorry to bother you all, I went here specially, but I let everyone down."

 “What’s wrong with being disappointed?”

Shi Yun waved his hands and said: "We, Qizhou literary experts, take the lead. We have heard about the couplets and poems you wrote earlier. It is indeed worthy of everyone to come out to welcome this trip. As for the third level, you deliberately chose painting. It should be I just don’t want to be in the limelight anymore. Actually, you don’t have to, just show yourself to your heart’s content. I don’t want to play the trick of being a literati who looks down on me and will destroy everything I show in Lin Feng.”

Lin Zhibai nodded.

But suddenly there was a whisper from the side.

It turned out that Song Xingliang had walked up to Lin Zhibai at some point and picked up the ink painting he had just painted...

 (End of this chapter)