Chapter 143 Thunderstorm
When it comes to painting horses, Mr. Xu Beihong's horses, it goes without saying.
How many precious things have been obtained by stealing the sky and changing the sun on the earth, and there are many pictures of galloping horses by old Mr. Xu.
Le Xiaobai is arty to the extreme, copying and copying this painting every day, but in Wu Qi's view, he just wants to make a fake to deceive people. However, Le Xiaobai has worked hard for several years to practice the galloping horse eye, but Wu Qi performed it vividly today, and shocked everyone on the spot.
On the huge drawing paper with a length of three feet and a width of one foot, Wu Qi splashed ink with a large brush as thick as an adult's arm, and seven galloping horses of different shapes and colors jumped out on the paper. The horse's muscles and bones are strong, its eyes seem to be shining, and its nostrils seem to be bursting with energy. A lively and incomparably vigorous vitality rushes towards its face, as if it is about to jump off the drawing paper. Just using different shades of ink, Wu Qi painted seven colorful horses. This skill can no longer be described as skill, but is close to Tao.
With the supernatural ability of Jindan Renxian, he imprinted a ray of spiritual knowledge into the seven horses in the painting, and this has the effect of touching the soul of this painting.
When a few young men in white robes carefully propped up Wuqi's picture of galloping horses with poles and showed it to thousands of people around, the uncontrollable exclamation was like a thunderclap on the ground, shaking the surrounding water up and down up. Some of the more mature Wen Sheng were also knowledgeable. They stared blankly at the seven horses on the drawing paper, and suddenly shed tears, then beat their chests and feet, and howled loudly.
They have been immersed in the Tao of Danqing for decades, but their income is not as good as that of Wu Qi, a young man who has not yet been crowned. How can this make them feel so embarrassed?
Like a proud little peacock, Princess Zhang Le stood proudly beside Wu Qi, with her hands on her hips, triumphantly raised her delicate chin, and provocatively hummed several times at Yu Qianqian, who had a pale complexion. The three styles are quite different from the popular poems of the Great Yan Dynasty, but the fresh and refined, beautiful and beautiful prose, coupled with this imposing picture of galloping horses, Princess Zhang Le has earned enough face!
In the past years, Yuqianqian has always been squeezed by Yuqianqian to the point of embarrassment, but because of his breath, he still has to come to the poetry and painting meeting every year, so he can't show weakness to Yuqianqian! Fortunately, with Wu Qi this year, he regained the face he lost before.
Satisfied, she twisted her waist and swung the huge skirt into a big green flower. Princess Zhang Le smiled triumphantly: "Who else comes up to compare pictures with Lord Tianyun? Bibi Poetry? I am offering a reward here, and whoever wins the Marquis of Tianyun, I will let him travel with me for three days. Hehehe!" Speaking of her pride, Princess Zhang Le couldn't help laughing. It's just that she was too excited, and the laughter suddenly split her throat, and the incomparably sharp and high-pitched laughter shocked her herself.
The five-color divine light spread slowly behind Princess Zhang Le. Because of her good mood, the five-color divine light behind Princess Zhang Le became more colorful today, like five long rainbows gushing out from her back.
He went up to a height of hundreds of feet. The surrounding river became as flat as a mirror, but under the smooth surface of the egg white, there were countless tiny whirlpools the size of a palm, just like Princess Zhang Le's mood at the moment.
Yu Qianqian looked at the picture of a galloping horse, her complexion fluctuated for a while. After a long time, she forced out a smile, and said to Wu Qi, "Master Wu is indeed a master. This picture of galloping horses is bold and grand, but it's not too refined."
The five-color lights behind Princess Zhang Le converged, and she suddenly turned into a five-color chaos. She was like a little hen whose feathers had been plucked, and was about to go forward to argue with Yu Qianqian in a rage. Not refined enough? Not refined enough? Your title is a picture of a galloping horse, not a picture of fleas!
Wu Qi grabbed Princess Zhang Le, looked at Yu Qianqian who had twinkling eyes, and smiled indifferently: "Not refined enough? That's right, this horse is so bold and powerful, only us men who murder and set fires can appreciate it. A delicate young lady like Miss Yuqianqian who is raised in a flower garden certainly doesn't understand this kind of heroism. Anyway, if you want delicate ones, there are also ones here in Wuqi!"
After laughing a few times, he asked the maid on the wooden platform to spread out the fine white brocade. Wu Qi asked for a set of small paintbrushes and paints of various colors. The pen draws on the brocade.
If you want exquisite paintings, gorgeous and luxurious paintings, and paintings that make this woman Yuqianqian unable to pick out any thorns, there is no other choice except Song Huizong's rare bird paintings. Like Mr. Xu’s picture of galloping horses, there are some pictures of Song Huizong’s rare birds in the gate of stealing the sky and changing the sun. Le Xiaobai has also copied it thousands of times, and all the strokes and so on have almost become his instinct. Wu Qi just followed the same example, with Jindan Renxian's good control over the body, he copied a picture of rare birds in just half an hour like a laser copier.
A golden pheasant with gorgeous feathers and a vivid expression stands on the branch of a flowering tree. The whole painting is well-adjusted and rigorous, and the color is gorgeous and rotten, full of a strong atmosphere of court luxury. When several young men in white robes hung up the picture of rare birds with poles, there was another exclamation like a landslide on the wooden platform, and some people staggered forward, wishing to get their bodies into the painting. Thousands of people rushed forward one after another, and the order on the wooden platform immediately became chaotic.
Princess Zhang Le's eyes widened, and the five-colored light flashed behind her back, and the young men in white robes who were about to pounce on the ground were pushed back by the huge force. She scolded sharply: "What's the hurry? What's the mess? This painting belongs to me, who dares to break it and make it a little wrinkled, hum!" Pointing at the river with her little hand, a thunder light as thick as the mouth of a bowl was accompanied by a deafening thunder. The roar fell on the surface of the river out of thin air, and the river was blown out of a large pit with a radius of tens of feet, and the waves rolled up to a height of tens of feet.
No one dared to move carelessly on the wooden platform. Everyone held their breath, quietly looking at the two paintings in front of them, and some even murmured Wu Qi's three poems over and over in a low voice. Whether it was poems or painting scrolls, Wu Qi struck them speechless.
Yu Qianqian stared blankly at the two picture scrolls with completely different styles, one face turned red and then white, white and blue, her body was trembling constantly, and she couldn't speak for a long time. After staying for a full quarter of an hour, Yu Qianqian turned her head and stared blankly at Wu Qi. Wu Qi hastily waved his hands and said, "Sister Yu, please don't ask me about classics or anything like that. Wu Qi is a country savage, if you want me to say a few crooked words and write a few words about beasts, it's fine, if you want me to say something about governing the country Wu Qi really doesn't know how to read articles and manage the affairs of the world."
Clasping fists together, Wu Qi pulled the smiling Princess Zhang Le and walked towards the ferry. If it wasn't for Princess Zhang Le's face, Wu Qi wouldn't be too lazy to hang out with this group of idiots who eat too much and feel uncomfortable here. He drew his sword and cut dozens of living people just now, and there is still a large amount of Jindan immortal essence in his meridians that has not been absorbed. He has time here to pretend to be gentle and romantic, and play around with this group of princes and grandchildren who are full of food and do nothing all day long?
Yu Qianqian was dumbfounded, and was about to stop Wu Qi, but Wu Qi had blocked all possible excuses for her.
People have said it themselves, but he will make a few crooked words and a few beastly words. If he is asked to write articles on governing the country, economics and world affairs, he is a country savage, no way! First he showed his face big, and then blocked all the ways to make things difficult for him. Wu Qi's behavior is very embarrassing. Poems like yours, paintings like this, all say that you are a country savage. Where do you put the thousands of top-ranking "literati Junyan" of the Yan Dynasty present?
Gritting her teeth, Yuqianqian stomped her feet and said, "Master Wu, which master did you learn from?"
Wu Qi said that he was a country savage, but Yu Qianqian didn't believe it. She must ask about the inheritance of his poem Danqing. She lost face in front of Wu Qi today, and she will let her father and grandfather go out on their own in the future to get back this position with Wu Qi's master.
Without looking back, Wu Qi pulled Princess Zhang Le, who was holding her head high, away from the wooden platform and onto the ferry. He sneered and said: "Which master is my teacher? My master is a martial artist who can only kill and set fire. He was killed in Mengshan long ago, so he is not a master." Princess Zhang Le hurriedly gestured, Ask Bai Zhu'er and Bai Zhu'er to take people to roll up the two scrolls so that they can be taken back to the palace.
Looking back at Yu Qianqian, Wu Qi laughed loudly and said, "I'm afraid that Sister Yu doesn't know where Mount Meng is? Go to the inspector to find out. All the origins of Lord Benhou are contained in it! Don't send it away!" Alright, go check it out yourself."
Yuqianqian rushed to the side of the ferry in a few steps, and she yelled loudly: "Why did Marquis Wu deceive me so much? With your poetry and painting skills, which martial artist can teach you? If such a handsome figure as Lord Wuhou, the throne of God Seal, is a Isn't everything Wu Fu can teach us a joke?"
After pondering for a moment, looking at so many young men in white robes staring at him with hope on the wooden platform, Wu Qi said in a long voice: "Forget it, Lord Ben will teach you a lesson today. You can't make anything by building a car behind closed doors. This poem , is nothing more than the perception of the human heart; this painting is nothing but the projection of the world. The world of mortals is good for refining the mind, and the world is good for pottery. It is impossible to make good poems and draw good paintings and ink under the skirt of a woman! Learn from the world! It is enough to remember these four words!"
'Learning from the world, as soon as the four words came out, many young men in white robes on the wooden platform, including Shangguan Yuhen, bowed to Wu Qi from afar.
Only Yuqianqian's face was as green as a vegetable melon. Wu Qi's words directly slapped her face more than a dozen times, which made her heart and lungs tremble, and she almost lost face to face others.
She stared at Wu Qi, gritted her teeth and shouted in a low voice: "What a Wu Qi, what a good Marquis Wu. How dare you insult people like this because of your talent."
She glared viciously at the proud Princess Zhang Le, and Yu Qianqian said in a dark voice: "What a princess Zhang Le, do you really think that the status of a princess is great? Wait, today's humiliation, I must pay it back ten times and a hundred times for you!"
Bai Zhu'er led the people to pack up the scrolls, and with laughter all the way, Wu Qi and his group rushed back to Jidu.
There are still more than a dozen miles away from Jidu, and there is already a dark city wall on the horizon in front of it, and suddenly there is thunder in the sky, and the city wall of Jidu suddenly bursts out with dazzling strong light, one of them is shining brightly. The huge light shield of countless runes enveloped the entire Thistle inside.
Then I saw the gate of Jidu city facing this side exploded, and a group of people rushed out of the city with a maddened evil spirit.
There were countless shouts of killing all around, and the twenty square formations neatly lined up outside the city were the 20,000-strong brigade of the Blood Swallow Army. The twenty phalanxes dispersed in all directions, and then closed inwards, trapping the large group of people rushing out of the city firmly in the formation.
In the sky above Jidu City, hundreds of figures were shuttling back and forth, and countless swords, lights, thunder, talismans, and magic weapons flew all over the sky, causing the ground to tremble wildly.
Wu Qi was stunned, was this a rebellion or what?
Princess Zhang Le screamed, and with a flash of five-color light behind her, she flew straight into the city.