Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops, back then, each piece did not leave it, and now the seven characters have changed Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, Qigui took the last seven characters, which is not vulgar, but it is definitely not comparable to the former seven talents.

Xishu Tang is a white and has two talents, poetry is the wine in the fairy, poetry and wine are unparalleled in the world, writing poetry is full of artistic conception, magnificent and majestic, drinking is more like a fairy, drunk to the Son of Heaven can not be called, not like the world in the wine of the fairy.

Chess saint Lu Dengke, the Northern Wei Dynasty Yuan with the second year of the Jinshi and the first, the palace test on the fifteenth chess game, one person alone against fifteen, fourteen wins and one defeat, only Wen Mu Emperor one person wins half a son, but this is intriguing, the world knows.

In the seventh year of Yuantong, Lu Dengke was expelled from Beijing, and served as a county commander in Cangzhou County, although the reputation of officialdom is not limited, but there is still an endless stream of chess saints who come from thousands of miles to ask for advice, and it is rumored that a certain prince who is obsessed with chess in the Southern Tang Dynasty has also come in disguise, and he has a win and a loss in two games.

The calligraphers have been fighting for decades and have not been able to bring out one person, and the two nerds across the river can no longer remember how much ink they have spent, and they still don't give in to each other.

Among these seven talents, the piano talent and the flower talent have their own women who do not let the eyebrows, the master of the piano in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and the poppy beauty flower girl of the Western Chu are famous all over the world.

Only the painting has always been with the name of the poem, but also the most sought after, if there is no poet in front, there is also a person who can be regarded as a poetry and painting, known as the poem has a painting, there is a poem in the painting, but this great talent has been sealed for many years, the moon upstairs scholar wine, the bright moon and the high platform of the prime minister are worried, it is the prime minister Li Jucheng who monopolizes the authority.

In addition to this extremely powerful man, there is also a well-known painting saint Wu Daozi in the Southern Tang Dynasty, the best landscape figure, who once painted more than 1,200 portraits of beautiful women in the court with a glance of memory, lifelike, meticulous, that is, the tears in the corners of the eyes, and the dark spots on the face are exactly the same.

Su Wen has been in the wooden house for fifteen years, and the most he has done is to lean on the bedside and listen to the lifelike storytelling of the little servant, out of the wooden house, look at the stream, see the snow-capped mountains, and see the lively market, he can't make poems with a long artistic conception like a poet, the only thing he can do is to keep this scene, with the pen and ink in his hand and the pure white paper.

I don't know when Shangguan Ling'er, who changed into a dress, tightly tied her waist, and her capable dress outlined a heroic posture of her not plump figure, and the white hair mixed in the green silk was both good and evil, and a scroll about 100 feet long was extended by several fellow doors, and crossed the entire viewing roof.

Even people who don't know how to paint also know that the degree of painting, more than 100 meters are considered superb, not to mention this kind of terrifying work across 300 meters, the big picture is not better than the careful carving of the small painting, but there are still subtle clever strokes, and at the same time to take into account the whole layout, too much white space is also monotonous, and you need to care about the layout of each place to contrast, such a whimsical brush to see not only the chapter, but also the otherworldly vision, followed by painting is also a hard thing, the larger the length, the energy consumed almost doubled.

Su Wen looked at the formation in front of him, and unconsciously smacked his lips, thinking that he didn't know that he had fallen on the dipping pole———— he threw himself into the net, and muttered to himself, "What does this crazy woman want to do, such a large piece of paper can't be drawn for a month." ”

Xu was tired of seeing the sword light and sword shadow of the competition, and thought that the style of such a competition was not high, but he didn't expect it to be such a big deal, in the end, it was the first disciple in the sect, not only did he cultivate to break through the Enlightenment Realm, but such a little fun was so majestic, and the hall immediately applauded.

Shangguan Ling'er rolled up an ink pen the size of a mop, stepped on the ground, flicked her wrist, and a long rainbow ink blot appeared on the hundred-foot long scroll, which seemed to be waving a pen, but it was clearly a posture of holding a sword, and the sword she practiced was different from Ning Chen's painting, the former practiced more sword intent and combined with profound spiritual power to meet the enemy with great momentum, and the latter was a drill sword move, a dizzying swordsmanship move, cheesy to put it, it was really just for fighting.

Su Wen watched the wonderful, he actually forgot about the game, and took a few steps back to see the whole picture of the whole picture, at first he just felt that every swaying ink was imposing and charming, until fifty strokes later, he suddenly saw the mountain, the ink was connected, and it was a mountain towering into the clouds.

"It's really powerful, it is the beginning of the opening to make people immersive, the ancients intended to write first, the heart of heaven and earth first, and the pen to have Padmasambhava. Chen Maochuan has seen several famous painters in the palace, one of whom is good at making large pictures, sometimes in order to seek a hearty artistic conception, sitting alone on the high mountain for four or five days.

The real essence of the painting lies in how to give spirituality to the things in the painting, Wu Daozi's beauty picture makes people unforgettable, after a few glances, you will involuntarily feel that the person in the painting is no longer a dead thing, the eyes can also communicate, as if you know what you think in your heart, and the real person together;

At this moment, Shangguan Ling'er's hundred-foot mountain and river picture is not as true as the artistic conception of the painting saint, but it contains the residual Taoist meaning after she broke the realm, which is integrated into the brush and ink, revealing the landscape.

After 300 strokes, a continuous mountain range is like a sleeping dragon lying on the ground, making people's hearts ripple, the sea of knowledge shows a majestic and magnificent image, an ink pen suddenly falls straight from the sky, a waterfall Milky Way hangs Cangshan, the water of the big river comes up from the sky, just like the spring platform is born with a hundred rings, the sound of the waterfall hitting the rock is heard in everyone's ears, and the sound of sighing comes and goes.

A hundred-foot painting, including 3,000 people, the mountain does not move and people are close, the water does not flow and the spring sounds, in this mountain, still know the true face of Cangshan, a disciple of the Qi Collecting Dao suddenly shouted, radiant, the spiritual power in the body is like a big river surging out, a towering cave in the void is condensed, and then four are floating, and from then on there is one more spiritual monk in the world.

Su Wen closed his eyes, he couldn't take out such an extravagant scroll, let alone the ability and physical strength to depict a magnificent mountain and river, and after a while, he just took out a few pieces of drawing paper half a foot long and wide from Qigui's backpack, which were all creations that he had taken up from his heart along the way.

A mud-sealed wine jar has neither the three characters of daughter red written on the square red paper with handwriting thrown on it, nor the pleasing color of the special embryo firing, which is a wine jar made of mud burned by ordinary peasant families.

The reddish snow scene, sprinkled with snow like peach blossoms, is clearly a cold winter, but there is an extra warmth and warmth, just look at it two more times and feel that the reddish is really red.

The third picture depicts a world of ice crystals, with a rare plain coldness, three sparse figures flickering in the ice crystals, and a first sun hanging in the sky, although the light sprinkled has no warmth, but there are three more dazzling reflections in the light.

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"What I'm going to paint. Su Wen asked himself softly, and suddenly turned back to look at those paintings at this moment, and for some reason his heart was a little depressed, the jar of wine would never be opened again, how much blood was covered by snowflakes in the sky, and the three people who carried the glory of the academy in the ice crystal world sat quietly for a hundred years since then, the three badges that reflected the brilliance, and the three swords on the plain broke a thousand phases.

"A painting reminds me of so many things, but these feelings are really bad, I think there should be no only sadness in this world, the harsh winter will pass, and I will be reborn. ”

At the edge of the field, I don't know how many years of growth of magnolia trees, the body of the tree is cold-resistant, the petals can be used for medicine, it is a very unique tree, the ordinary vegetation undergoes reincarnation Mr. leaves and then blossoms after fruiting, the partial growth of this magnolia tree first blooms and then grows leaves, but it is a pity that it is difficult to become a forest alone, but it is such a lonely one, especially at this moment under the background of a depression is more desolate, but even so, the life that gave birth to a whole winter will eventually appreciate this beautiful world, the spring is cold, and the bones with buds on the branches are flawless with white jade.

Su Wen approached the magnolia tree, looked up at the few flower buds on the bare branches, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he seemed to have found a good mood, standing out from the darkness of the intrigues and conspiracies, a drawing board, a paintbrush, a few ordinary paints, no need to go to such great length, just a person quietly leaning under the tree, not caring about the coldness on the ground, and Mai, who was not worth a little copper coin, liked the fragrance of the earth the most.

A new green appeared on the paper, not the long river coiling around the mountain stream in the distance, nor the slim magnolia tree behind it, only a young bud broke through the ground.

"This is the new life. ”