The First Chaos In History

After the name, I took a breath and asked subconsciously, "Wu Sangui that Wu Sangui?"

Wu Sangui's face was unpleasant, and he said solemnly: "It's Wu Sangui's Chen Yuanyuan!"

This old traitor! It's so awesome! I really want to smoke!

Maybe Ya wanted to smoke me too, staring at my face and sweeping around, I pulled Liu Laoliu aside and said, "What is he here for?"

Liu Laoliu peeled off a pistachio and said, "He is always a celebrity. You can't ask that there is no stain at all. If there is no stain, then he is not a human being."

"Then you can't get cold and send traitors to me, besides, Wu Sangui has so many enemies!"

Liu Laoliu threw the pistachio into his mouth: "So this is a test against you. Why didn't you complain when I helped you get 500?"

I protested: "I said at the beginning that we only receive customers and we have to come in accordance with the contract. The Liangshan heroes I have received, and the four heavenly kings are not under my control and I will also take care of them. Now there is another Wu Sangui. He Tiandou wants to take Li Zicheng from whom What should I do if I pull it out? You are a unilateral breach of contract, and I should be paid more."

Liu Laoliu said slowly: "Then you don't have to wait for He Tiandou, I will bring Chen Jinnan down from above first. You have to take care of this according to the rules?"

I:"……"

Seeing that I was dumb, Liu Laoliu patted my shoulder and said earnestly: "Time is tight and the task is urgent. It's normal to complain, but you can't be passive and sabotage. Actually, I didn't help you less, Chen Jinnan really did. It’s just that I arrange for him to come next year, so your burden will not be lighter? So, the organization not only trusts you, but also has been ensuring the smooth development of your work..."

I said, "I heard that you are asking for a rebate. How about you take the biscuit that copied Zhao Bai's face to eat?" Finally, I remembered something, and said to Liu Laoliu, "Oh yes, ask you." A business..."

Liu Laoliu interrupted me and said, "It's not time to get my salary!"

"That's not it!"

"I borrowed your land to pay you back next month."

"...Not this!"

"Oh? Then you can ask."

I suppressed the strong desire to strangle him and said, "A horse remembers its owner in the previous life. Why is this?"

Liu Laoliu said naturally: "That's normal. Horses, cows, cats and dogs are all psychic animals, that is, people say that they are heavy. Although not all of them can remember what their predecessors were, but Compared with other animals, there is a very high probability that they will be remembered for several lifetimes. People say that old horses know the way, but why do some ponies know the way? Why do some cats and dogs have always been very docile, but suddenly they will violently attack Someone else?"

I said in horror: "Because they have had enemies with those people in the past?"

Liu Laoliu nodded and said, "Well, of course-it may be because of illness."

Me: "..." I suddenly remembered that for a few years I was particularly prone to dog bites. I became a strange person in our area with an average of 4 per record, which was the same as the GDP growth rate of our city. Feeling cool, did I sell dog meat in my last life? Even if it's not, it's time to get a rabies vaccine. The incubation period is up to 20 years. I don't know if it's still useful now. I'm really afraid that one day I will become afraid of light and water, pee under the telephone poles, and smell the other **** when I see the opposite sex...

I asked Liu Laoliu again: "What about the person, is there a high probability that someone will have such a situation?"

Liu Lao Liu said: "It's not without it, but it's too small, basically one in a few hundred million, and-people like this are generally too paranoid and refuse to forget the past. They drink Meng Po soup. Struggling to fight against the medicinal properties, this will definitely damage the brain to a certain extent, and very few can grow up after birth. Even if they grow up, they are not crazy or stupid. Therefore, it can be said that there is almost no memory of the past life."

Isn't the guy who claims to be Zhou Cang also hanging?

I grabbed Liu Laoliu and said, "Then ask the last question."

Liu Laoliu said with confidence, "Just ask, there is nothing in heaven and on earth that your grandfather Liu doesn't know."

"Can you really pay the money you borrowed from me next month?"

Liu Laoliu's feet suddenly appeared staggered, and the old liar pretended to be drunk. Run away.

I looked at Yan Zhenqing and Zhang Zeduan, and said respectfully: "You two, please come with me." Then I looked at Wu Sangui, he seemed to find that I didn't catch a cold to him, looking at me coldly, I had to say reluctantly, "You follow along." Wu Sangui snorted, stood up and followed us out.

No way, you can beat and scold a literary traitor like Qin Hui, but a Wuhan traitor like Wu Sangui can't handle it. It's okay to see the old guy hitting me three to five. And I heard that although this old traitor surrendered from left to right, but was eventually wiped out by the Qing government, he had few failures in his life. Even Kangxi's grandfather praised this old boy for being brave.

Yan Zhenqing already knew that Zhang Zeduan was engaged in art, and then politely handed over to Wu Sangui, "This man hasn't learned yet?"

Wu Sangui said indifferently: "Wu is just a martial artist. He would not hesitate to let tens of thousands of soldiers shed blood for a woman. In the end, he was still disgusting and disgusting!" He glared at me fiercely.

Is this an attitude of admitting mistakes?

Yan Zhenqing was confused when she heard it, and had to say perfunctorily: "Hehe, only a hero can be true to life, Brother Wu is so bold."

At this time, Zhang Zeduan said to me: "Xiaoqiang, as the endorsement of Xianting (then there will be this word?), must be a combination of books and poetry. I don't know if there are any masterpieces handed down to the world, so that I can wait and see and learn?"

Run on me? I embarrassedly said: "What the **** is this, I'm a Bai Ding..." Does Shushi Shuangjue have the name Xiaoqiang? Old man Zhang is really wooden.

Zhang Zeduan wanted to ask again, Yan Zhenqing had already seen that I was a little uncomfortable, and hurriedly said, "Xiao Qiang, virtuous brother is really humble, and I will learn more in the future."

After getting in the car, I turned around and said to Zhang Zeduan: "Old Zhang, your picture"

"He Tu" appeared to be a bit incomplete after it was passed. Did you use one? "

Zhang Zeduan resolutely shook his head and said: "It is the basic ethics of the painter to paint differently from the same person." Later, I pondered the meaning of his words, probably saying that if a painter succeeds with a piece of work, he will only repeat the original. It is a waste of artistic life. After all, the artist wants to make creation, not production. It seems that it is not realistic for the old man to reproduce the "Shangming River Picture on Qingming Festival".

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Zhang Zeduan looked at the busy traffic outside the car and said stupidly: "It's bustling here, so you can enter the picture."

I was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Don't waste your inspiration. If you want to go to a crowded place for a while, I will take you to Futai Road, or to the bar street at night." It's interesting to think about it, Zhang If the master paints "Futai Road Shopping for Goods" or "Searching for Beauty in a Bar Street" under my guidance. Then I... Then I will become a national sinner.

Zhang Zeduan didn't listen to what I was talking about. He just kept looking outside in a daze. Yan Zhenqing said, "Don't bother him. Painting is natural and natural. There is a little opportunity."

Zhang Zeduan smiled at Yan Zhenqing to express his gratitude, and entered into a daze mode again.

At the gate of the school, Yan Zhenqing suddenly shouted: "Come on!"

I slammed on the brakes, Wu Sangui's expression changed drastically. Subconsciously went to the waist and drew a knife, while looking around vigilantly, he asked in a deep voice, "Is there an ambush?"

Zhang Zeduan also woke up from his contemplation, rubbing his forehead and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Zhenqing poked his head out of the window. Looking at the school banner of our school in the sky, he reveled: "Who did this? It's really a master of calligraphy and painting. Well, one line of characters actually uses two styles. The first three characters are imitating the book Sheng Wang Youjun, and the last three. But I don’t know which sacred hand belongs to, but it is also self-contained..."

Zhang Zeduan stretched his head out from the other side of the window, and then said: "The difficulty is that the painting is also beautiful in appearance and spirit, as arrogant as Wu (Taozi), and in a mood like Yan (Liben). Wonderful!"

I threw myself into the ground and said, "Both of them are right. The four of us have collaborated greatly. The first three characters are not modular. That is what Wang Xizhi wrote, and the last three characters were modified by Liu Gongquan. As for the painting... …"

"Oh, Wang Youjun is really here?"

Before I could finish speaking, Yan Zhenqing, who was prudent and knowledgeable, called out immediately.

As soon as we got out of the car, an old man came over and I immediately pointed to them: "That's the tea sage Lu Yu." Before I greeted him, I pointed to another place where I had just finished class with the children while wearing reading glasses and holding a notebook. The old man said, "That's Bian Que, the genius doctor, and Hua Tuo, the other genius doctor, is in the school infirmary." Bian Que is now learning Pinyin and simplified characters with the students in the lower grades.

When we passed by the auditorium, we saw Wu Daozi. The old man wearing a hat made of newspapers was standing on the ladder and painting the dome for me. Yan Liben was standing on the wall and painting the seventy-two sages of Kongmen. I think everyone is walking together. It is necessary to introduce them to Zhang Zeduan. Yan Liben waved at us and said, "Wait a minute, I will finish drawing Yan Hui and I will have a few strokes--"

Yan Zhenqing was amazed: "You are really a gathering of talents."

I took him and said, "Go, I'll find Wang Xizhi for you."

When they arrived in the lecture hall, Wang Xizhi and Liu Gongquan were very busy. Wang Xizhi wrote: Study hard and make progress every day, and Liu Gongquan wrote: Hard work, simple, lively and motivated. These works will be given a pair in each class in the future. This is also an expedient measure I think. No matter how well written, this kind of content will probably not be recognized, right? Of course, this is not their main task. There are several monuments waiting for them in the new campus, and now they are practicing calligraphy.

Soon Wu Daozi and Yan Liben also arrived. Don’t have a lot of excitement when the masters meet. Here is Zhang Zeduan, the youngest. After seeing everyone one by one, he rubbed his hands and said, "Brothers, it’s not easy for us to get together here, I remember A question comes.” I can see that Master Zhang is very excited.

Yan Liben and Wu Daozi said together, "Oh, please tell me, Brother Xian."

Zhang Zeduan said: "During my dynasty, Emperor Huizong once wrote a title called'Take Flower Returning Horseshoe Fragrant'. He used paintings to show the scene at that time, especially how to highlight the word'xiang'. Can the two brothers have a good plan?"

Wu Daozi smiled and said, "Why don't you and I make a painting at the same time, and then please comment on it?"

When Wang Xizhi and the others heard that these three great painting sages must fight for painting, this is a rare event in thousands of years. They applauded Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan. Wu Sangui said impatiently, "You do it, I'll go outside." I ignored him. .

The pens, inks and paints in the classroom are all ready-made, and the three painting masters each have a table. Yan Liben said, "Should we limit the time for a stick of incense?" The two nodded.

Where can I find incense for them? Finally, I ordered a cigarette and put it on the table and said, "Master, let's do it. With three cigarettes as the limit, the time is about the same."

then. In the smoke of Jingbaisha, the three masters waved a few splashes of ink. It would have been better if there was more music, but Yu Boya smashed the piano.

Although Wang Xizhi and the others are not good at painting, they also have deep artistic attainments. They watched around these three people, and their faces were full of intoxication.

The three brushstrokes are different, and Wu Daozi draws the fastest. In a blink of an eye, a galloping steed leaped on the paper, and the knight immediately bowed his body, looking ahead, full of dynamics, but he couldn't tell for a while how this fragrant character was expressed.

Yan Liben drew little people on the paper slowly, but he didn't even have a horse, which is even more inexplicable.

Only Zhang Zeduan drew a horse that was hesitating step by step, but there was no sign of where the fragrance came from.

When the two smokes burned out. An angry horse in fresh clothes has appeared on Wu Daozi's paper, Yan Liben has painted a dozen people of all kinds, but there are still no horses, and Zhang Zeduan continues to plump his horses and horses. It can be said that these three paintings can be regarded as fine works of Chinese painting by this time. Brushwork

I'm so well-versed, but I haven't highlighted the word "fragrance" yet.

I put the last cigarette on the table-fortunately, it was a stick of incense, and the idea of ​​a few masters who wanted to work slowly is not poisoned by nicotine.

I'm anxious, Wang Xizhi and the others seem to be a little uncomfortable, although they still have a leisurely look with their hands behind their backs, they obviously speeded up their pace and looked at the front and back of these painters.

When the last cigarette was less than three centimeters away, Wu Daozi suddenly straightened up and wiped a sweat. I thought he was going to finish the work. Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes wide after wiping the sweat, and leaned down again, as if he had entered the final sprint, and saw him flick his wrist and traced a series of ink dots behind the hoof of the big horse on his paper. , The ink diffuses. I can also see that it actually represents a lot of petals. In this way, his painting becomes a knight's whip, kicking petals all the way, although the season cannot be seen from the knight’s clothes. But it goes without saying that from these petals, people can feel full of spring. At this time, Wu Daozi let out a sigh of relief.

At this time, the smoke was scorched to the last trace, but there were only a group of dumbfounded little people on Yan Liben's paper. I was also stunned-it seemed that Yan Lao was about to lose in terms of his intentions. Unexpectedly, at this time, Yan Liben suddenly described a horse that was about to disappear from his eyes in the distant view, and then clicked a few flower bones on the heads of these little people...

Looking at this painting again, the realm will soon be different. Those flower bones have already indicated the season, and you can only realize it when you look at it now. The expressions on the faces of those little people are actually a kind of Tao Ran in the fragrance of flowers, painted by Yan Li. The look is absolutely unrequited, and it really deserves its reputation.

And Zhang Zeduan seems to have not noticed the time at all. He is still drawing his man and horse stroke by stroke like a primary school student. The horse's pace is very leisurely, and there is nothing to say about people, but the flowers and the fragrance are completely seen. If it doesn't come out, wouldn't it be possible that Master Zhang wouldn't paint anything other than "A Picture of Shanghe on the Qingming Festival"? He still came up with this question.

But no one thought that in the last few seconds, Zhang Zeduan added two dancing butterflies around a hind hoof that was raised in the painting with a wooden face...

After that, the third smoke was completely extinguished.

Wang Xizhi was stunned for a while before he couldn't help but praised: "Wonderful!"

Because Zhang Zeduan was the last to finish the painting, Wu Daozi and Yan Liben were also standing beside him. After seeing his last stroke, the two said in unison: "I lost."

In Zhang Zeduan's paintings, one person and one horse are walking leisurely on their way home. Two butterflies fly up and down around the horseshoe, and they are accompanied by the poem "Take Flowers Returning Horseshoe Fragrant", which makes people see the painting and know the fragrance. It is truly a masterpiece!

Wu Daozi and Yan Liben had played with Zhang Zeduan's painting for a long time, and both said: "Old brother Zhang has a novel and clever layout, which is more than us."

Zhang Zeduan blushed and said, "Ashamed, this idea was actually thought of by a colleague of mine back then. Today I just show the two elder brothers the same way."

Yan Liben said: "Even so, we are content to see such paintings."

Wu Daozi took his own picture, looked at it for a while and laughed at himself: "I, I have a'Return from the Flower," but it is a pity that I can only be worthy of the word "Quick Return from the Flower," but it has nothing to do with the fragrance."

Yan Liben put his work over, shook his head and said: "As for my painting, the fragrance is fragrant, but I can't see that it is because of the flower. It failed."

Seeing that he was very upset, I said, "In fact, you can tell by adding two more pens."

"Oh?" Yan Liben's eyes lit up and put the painting in front of me: "Where did you say it should be added?"

I gripped the brush like a chicken claw, and drew three wavy lines behind the horse **** in his painting, then threw the pen and said, "Don't you see it?"

Yan Liben looked at left and right, and asked, "What is this?"

I pointed to the three wavy lines and said, "This is the fragrance."

"You can see... the aroma?"

I said, "Yes, this is surrealism."

"……Surrealism?"

"It's to express the invisible things in physical form, such as aroma, emotion, full of black lines..."

…The three masters came over with black lines and listened to my talk. Although they didn’t understand all of them, they showed some interest in the end~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yan Liben laughed and said, “It’s very interesting. It seems that Xiaoqiang is also It's not easy."

Zhang Zeduan said: "I'll just say, how can Xianting's spokesperson have no real skills? Today I have to discuss ideas, I think Xiaoqiang is better than us."

I am so beautiful!

I always thought that the three wavy lines I drew were surrealism, and I thought that they acted as a link between Chinese and Western cultures. Later I realized that they were not. The wavy lines are not surrealism, nor are they representative of the Western school of painting. This is because there are no such things in the classic Western oil paintings, neither is there a table full of food running wavy lines in "The Last Supper", nor is there a dignified and contented Mona Lisa next to her head in "The Smile of Mona Lisa". Spread out a few more ellipses, and draw a smiling face inside the largest one...

Later I realized that wavy lines are only used in cartoons and comics. For example, in "Little Pig Hululu" and "Gourd Little King Kong", it means that you can draw three piles of small flames on your head if you are hot...

As for Yan Liben’s painting, I also saw it later. The three wavy lines have to be drawn under the horse’s hoof, or behind the horse’s ass—plus the rich expressions of the little people in the painting. It's hard to tell. So whoever saw it later said: It's a good picture, but it's a pity that the earthworms crawled.