The young duke was still staring at Fang Yun, but Fang Yun never looked at the son of King Kang who was wrapped in the medicine cloth.
Although Jingguo and Jiaguo do not border each other, there are some conflicts between the two countries, but they are not severe.
The disciples around the painting master Ruan Ling glanced at the young duke with dissatisfaction. If the young duke hadn't said anything, Ruan Ling would have been able to escape unscathed.
But now the young duke has revealed Ruan Ling's purpose of coming here. If Ruan Ling points out Fang Yun's mistakes, he will surely become famous. If he fails to point out Fang Yun's flaws, Ruan Ling will surely be ashamed to face people after returning to his country.
Ruan Ling's hair and beard were all white. He smiled calmly and said with a tongue that thundered: "The realm of painting is vast and boundless. It does not distinguish between the new and the old, but only the foundation. Fang Zhenguo has been selected in Lingyan Pavilion. He is the greatest genius in the history. I sigh that I am not as good as him. As for today's lecture, it is the same as usual. Regardless of success or failure, we will only talk about gains and losses. I came here to listen with the heart of a student and to pick up the missing with the heart of a fellow practitioner. As for the words of others, they are not reliable."
Everyone nodded in agreement. This was the bearing of a master in the third realm. Even if he was helping the Lei family to target Fang Yun, he was not as desperate as the little duke. He still showed his edge. The last two words "拾遗" revealed the pride of a master in the third realm.
If Ruan Ling continues to be modest and pretentious, he will be despised by everyone.
When the young Duke heard Ruan Ling's cunning words, his eyes flashed, and he said again with a thunderous tongue: "You Jiaguo..."
Everyone was stunned. The young Duke was just trying to sow discord just now, but this time he was about to start cursing.
"roll!"
The Grand Secretary shouted and waved his sleeves, and the little Duke's mouth was sealed by the strong wind. Then he flew backwards from the stone steps, flew out of the courtyard wall made of trees, flew thousands of feet, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Click..."
The sound of bones breaking exploded inside the little prince's body.
"Puff..." The young Duke spat out a mouthful of blood, a look of annoyance on his face. None of those Grand Secretaries were easy to deal with, and the Grand Secretaries in charge were the confidants of the Minister of Literature. It was impossible for them to allow those who offended Fang Yun to be so arrogant. The young Duke closed his eyes and fainted.
There was silence in Yuexiyuan.
Fang Yun coughed lightly and said, "After talking about the art of playing the zither and calligraphy, I will start the third lecture on painting. It is also the most important content of today's lecture. The content of this third lecture is the method of texture. The technique of texture has already sprouted in the human race, but it is not taken seriously. But after in-depth research, I have come to a conclusion. The future of texture is the future of landscape painting! Without texture, there is no landscape!"
Many people gasped. Fang Yun had always taught in a modest and gentlemanly manner. He carefully considered his words, but these words were beyond the scope of speaking arrogantly.
However, with the previous lessons learned, everyone suppressed their doubts in their hearts and looked at Fang Yun quietly.
Fang Yun gave a slight signal, and someone immediately went to set up a vertical drawing board, put paper on it, and fixed it on the drawing board to make it easier for people in the audience to watch.
Fang Yun picked up the brush and dipped it in ink and said, "I once studied at Jiangzhou Academy of Literature. The one who taught me how to paint was Mr. Xiao Yi. Although he taught me fine brushwork, his freehand brushwork was also unique, using a rare 'broken ink' method. Now I will use the broken ink method to quickly paint a simple landscape."
Then, Fang Yun picked up his brush and started painting using the broken ink method.
Although Xiao Yi used the broken ink method in his landscape painting at this moment, his knowledge of the broken ink method was far less than that of Fang Yun now. Fang Yun splashed ink with his brush and soon painted a landscape painting of Ji County, and then explained the various aspects of broken ink landscape painting.
The method of broken ink has appeared in human race a long time ago, but it has not formed a system and is still in the process of gestation and development. Not many people pay attention to it. However, after Fang Yun first used the broken ink method to paint, he explained this method in depth, which immediately caused a sensation on the scene.
A large number of famous painters took notes while listening, and wrote down what they did not understand or wanted to ask on pieces of paper and passed them forward.
Ruan Ling's disciple was extremely fascinated by what was being heard. Suddenly, when he heard something that he couldn't understand, he picked up his pen to write it down and pass it to the front to ask questions. However, the moment he put the pen to paper, his body trembled, and he suddenly woke up and quickly put away the brush.
While wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he secretly observed the teacher. He and the teacher were entrusted by the Lei family to attack Fang Yun, but he not only failed to find Fang Yun's flaws, but also had to ask for advice. If he was a dozen years younger, he would surely have been beaten to a pulp by the teacher.
Seeing that Ruan Ling was listening to Fang Yun's lecture attentively and didn't notice what was happening around him, his disciples breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm here to find trouble, not to learn!" Ruan Ling's disciples said silently in their hearts.
Fang Yun was well prepared and his lectures were easy to understand. Even those who had little knowledge of painting were fascinated by his lectures and were eager to learn how to paint.
Fang Yun first talked about the method of breaking ink, which was to respect the development trajectory of painting. Afterwards, Fang Yun remained silent, mobilized his talent, and painted Mount Tai in public with the unprecedented "axe-splitting method" in the Shengyuan Continent.
At first, no one thought much of it, but as he continued to paint, Fang Yun's strokes were like the collision of huge rocks, and his lift of the pen was like rolling rocks. Then, powerful lines of ink appeared on the scroll, with twists and turns. The mountains in the painting looked as if they were cut by a knife or an axe, showing the hard texture and sharp edges of the rocks of Mount Tai, forming an unprecedented majestic image.
Under the influence of talent and the art of painting, the Mount Tai in everyone's eyes actually rose slowly and seemed to be breaking through the paper.
A second-level painter stood up suddenly and couldn't help but exclaimed: "This... First-level ink painting, second-level painting! No wonder he can pass the seven pavilions with full chips!"
"What he holds in his hand is not a brush, but an axe, chopping rocks on Mount Tai! I can't be mistaken, I can even hear the sound of the axe chopping rocks!"
“Although this technique is just beginning to emerge, it already shows signs of establishing its own school!”
A university scholar who was well versed in painting faced Fang Yun head-on. A part of the painting was blocked by Fang Yun's body. He frowned, and suddenly a white cloud emerged from under his feet, carrying him quickly into the sky, so that he could see Fang Yun's brushstrokes and ink splashing more clearly.
Not long after, Fang Yun finished painting the main peak of Mount Tai with the axe-splitting technique. He turned around and was stunned for a moment. He saw many high-ranking officials who had risen to high positions in the sky, as well as several Hanlin scholars who had once been top scorers in the imperial examinations.
Those who were rising rapidly in the world only then realized their loss of composure and fell back to their original places, coughing.
Then, Fang Yun began to teach the axe-splitting technique, which opened a new chapter in Chinese landscape painting.
As he listened, Ruan Ling's disciple could not help but reach for the pen, wanting to write down his questions, but this time he quickly stopped himself, secretly glanced at the teacher, and found that the teacher was the same as before, without any change, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He only let out a half breath of relief before swallowing it back, then slowly raised his head in amazement and looked up at the sky.
White flowers appeared in the air and slowly fell down.
“The sky is full of chaos…” Ruan Ling’s disciple struggled to squeeze out four words from his throat. He felt that it was so difficult to speak that even his throat seemed to be torn apart by the sound of these four words.
Tens of thousands of people looked up at the same time, and white flowers fell from the sky.
One of the left prime minister's disciples could not help but shout, "Isn't this the phenomenon that must appear when a semi-sage preaches? Even great scholars can't get it right once in a hundred. How can Fang Yun, a scholar, make such a fuss when he lectures? These flowers must have been blown by the wind! They must have been!"
No one refuted his words. Because even the students knew it. Not to mention the ability to change winter to spring, the wind, rain and thunder did not dare to approach. Even if a tornado appeared, it could not blow away even a petal.
Then a petal fell on a person's forehead, and the person felt refreshed all over. He couldn't help but shout, "I understand! I understand! I know what broken-ink landscape painting is, and I also know what axe-cut texture painting is! Thank you, Master Fang!"
The scholar, who was in his thirties, half-knelt before Fang Yun with a plop.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Don't let the divine flower get away! Catch it! It will be useful!"
"Don't fight with me!"
Everything was in order inside Yuexi Academy, but it was in chaos outside. Men and women, young and old, all began to scramble for the divine flower that fell from the sky.
Yang Yuhuan was standing far away and there were no fallen flowers nearby. She was feeling anxious, when she saw the little fox waving at the sky with a smile. A large number of flowers flew over and pounced on Yang Yuhuan and Nunu and merged into their bodies.
"Oh oh..." the little fox called happily.
Yang Yuhuan was also very happy, discovering that she not only understood Fang Yun's painting techniques, but also seemed to have made a breakthrough in the art of playing the zither.
When people nearby saw this scene, they were so frightened that they ran away quickly, away from the man and the fox. It was like they were drinking the divine flower from heaven as if it were water. It was too exaggerated.
Fang Yun continued to lecture, and the flowers kept falling from the ceiling. The number of flowers was far greater than the number of people, and Yuexi Academy soon calmed down inside and outside.
After a while, someone suddenly said angrily: "Nonsense, I also got Luanhua, how come you don't know anything, you are a liar!"
Everyone was stunned. An old scholar sneered, "Fool! You are disrespectful to Fang Yun and the Dao of Painting. You have evil thoughts in your heart. It's lucky that you didn't die from the random flowers. Do you still want to understand? Even if the heavens are blind, they won't send down divine flowers to you!"
Everyone laughed loudly.
The man lowered his head silently, and suddenly half-knelt on the ground.
The people around him stopped smiling.
Another flower fell on his head and quickly disappeared, and then a look of intoxication appeared on his face.
"Listening to this lecture is like being bathed in spring breeze. Thank you Master Fang for your grace! Today I will break with Zuo Xiang's faction!" The man knelt on his knees and bowed.
The young Duke opened his eyes in a daze, with a cold smile on his face. Even if he failed to anger Ruan Ling, it was enough to make the two of them...
"This..." He saw the dense white flowers in the sky.
“The sky… is full of flowers… Puff…” The little duke was lying on the ground, the blood in his mouth spurting upwards like a crimson fountain.
Snap! Snap!
The sounds of the penis and palace shattering spread in all directions.
The young duke rolled his eyes and fainted again.
In the end, he still didn't understand. He had clearly invited three masters of the third realm to embarrass Fang Yun, but not only did he fail, but he ended up with a complete mess.
In Yuexi Academy, Ruan Ling's disciple gritted his teeth and held the pen again. Although he was sent by the Lei family, he was still a scholar of the human race after all. If he missed the opportunity to ask questions this time, he didn't know how long it would take for him to have another chance. Whether he could enter the third realm of painting might depend on this thought!
"Even if the teacher blames me, I will still ask questions!" He made up his mind and looked at teacher Ruan Ling.
Ruan Ling was holding a pen and writing on the paper in front of him: "There is one thing I don't understand..."
Ruan Ling's disciple rolled his eyes and almost spit out a mouthful of blood. His teacher was a master of the third realm, but he actually started to ask questions to Fang Yun, who was only in the first realm of painting. (To be continued...)