Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 344: Draw a tiger by following the wind, draw a dragon by not adding the finishing touch

[You look at the table, all the papers are made of expensive Chengxintang paper from Bianjing, which is a specialty of Jiangnan Road.]

[How could ordinary people dare to hope for such a luxury? The finished product is known as "smooth as spring ice, dense as silk cocoon". 】

【You have never used this kind of paper before. 】

[Zhou Yuner lowered her head to grind the ink, and slowly raised her head to see your profile, slightly thoughtful with your chin supported, your nose straight, your jawline clearly visible, and your long black hair falling on your shoulders.]

[There is a contemplative look in her eyes, and she has a unique elegance. ]

[Zhou Yuner has seen people with good looks before, but the temperament you exude is far different.]

[Confucianism often says that if you have a heart full of literature and art, you will be as empty as a valley; if you have poetry and books in your belly, you will be elegant.]

[You glanced slightly to the side, noticing Zhou Yuner's gaze, and smiled gently at her. ]

【“Thank you, Ms. Yuner.”

[Zhou Yuner is known for her bold words, but at this moment she was speechless and could only respond in a thin voice: "Mr. Guan, you are too polite."]

【Jia Yu was furious when he saw this. Thinking back to the past, Zhou Yuner had not shown such tenderness and affection. Even when everyone took turns to toast her, she did not drink a drop of wine.】

【Don't even mention the act of grinding ink for him. 】

[Now, she was so considerate to Xie Guan, which really made Jia Yu dissatisfied. ]

[He thought to himself, Xie Guan is just a pretty boy with nothing but good looks, he doesn't have any real talent or knowledge! ]

[Just wait, I will let you see his true face later! ]

【Jia Yu looked at you and said coldly: "Master Guan, you must accept the loss of the bet."】

[You said calmly: "A gentleman's word is as good as gold."]

[Jia Yu ignored it, immediately tore off the snow-white paper that had accidentally splattered ink, and calmed down.]

[He has been learning painting since he was young, and studied under Master Liu Xing of the academy for six years.]

[At this moment, he holds the pen with both hands, writing with both hands, which is exactly the unique skill he has practiced for many years. ]

[He painted with both hands at the same time, doing two things at the same time, but was able to complete them at the same time. This shows how exquisite his technique is. ]

[He was particularly good at painting tigers. In order to achieve a realistic look, he once asked his father to hunt a tiger and place it in the backyard for him to observe day and night.]

[I don’t know how much effort he put into it, but the tigers he painted are lifelike, sitting or standing, roaring or crouching.]

[At this moment, he drew a "sitting tiger" with his left hand, standing in the wind, majestic and awe-inspiring.]

[“A fierce tiger hides in the deep mountains, and its long roar creates its own wind.”]

[The right hand sketches the shape of a "roaring tiger." ]

[He Xiao watched quietly from the side. Although he had no good feelings towards Jia Yu and others, he had to admit that Jia Yu's painting skills were indeed extraordinary.]

【With just a few strokes, the tiger shape has come to life on paper. 】

[Among the scholars who took the imperial examinations, Jia Yu was quite famous for his tiger painting skills, and He Xiao had certainly heard of him.]

[He Xiao turned to look at you, but found that you had not started writing yet, and were even carefully selecting a brush on the table.]

[He couldn't help but sigh, thinking that if we were to compete in calligraphy, you might have a chance of winning. After all, he had seen your handwriting with his own eyes, and it was already quite elegant.]

[However, if you were to compete with him in painting skills, I'm afraid you would be defeated.]

【Zhang Yuan often comes to the courtyard, but he has never seen you paint. He is extremely anxious at this moment.】

[This matter was caused by him. If you end up losing and leaving the banquet, wouldn't he be the one who made things worse? ]

[However, seeing your calm face, Zhang Yuanlai felt a little relieved. ]

[You have always been mature beyond your years and never act rashly. When you played chess with Xie Yuan, you turned defeat into victory.]

[After some contemplation, you remembered the dragon in the lake.]

【You finally picked up an excellent brush and prepared to start writing. 】

[Feng Yaya saw the boy making some movements and immediately turned her attention to him.]

[The golden-clad woman Li Xiangjun also focused her gaze on Xie Guan.]

[You slowly walk to the table, lightly pick up the pen, and then put it down.]

[The ink and brush are casually swiped on the vast white paper, slowly stretching out.]

[The scholars beside Jia Yu also looked over at you, and seeing that you seemed to be writing quite casually and without any rules, they couldn't help but laugh.]

[Their previous worries instantly dissipated. After all, Xie Guan was quite famous in Bianjing, otherwise Li Xiangjun and others would not have taken him so seriously.]

[Although they looked down on the Caotang Poetry Society founded by Su Yunxing, they were in awe of this young master of the Su family who came from a powerful family in Bianjing.]

[Let alone making friends with him, even being able to get close to this young master would be a blessing for them.]

【Li Xiangjun was full of doubts. The reason why she treated Xie Guan so politely was because Zhang Yunzhi, Miss Zhang, had praised the illegitimate son of the Xie family when chatting with Sister Yun, saying that he was "a dragon with clouds and rain within a few feet, and definitely not a creature in the pond." 】

【It was because of such high evaluation that she paid attention to Xie Guan.】

[Although she is not proficient in painting skills, she also thinks that it is inappropriate for you to draw like this. ]

【Look at Jia Yu! 】

[He is concentrating on his painting. He has already finished half of the "Sitting Tiger" he painted with his left hand. The tiger has cold eyes, angry mouth and drooping lips, and the hair on its body is fluttering in the wind.]

[The "roaring tiger" on the right hand is also lifelike, with its mouth open as if roaring to the sky, and its imposing manner is so overwhelming that it seems to be able to scare away all the beasts.]

[The long wind whistled and shook the trees, and all the beasts lay low in fear.]

[The tiger, as the king of beasts, is brave and powerful. It is the leader of mountain beasts, so it is also called the mountain king. ]

【The tiger walks alone! 】

[The two colorful tigers painted by Jia Yu are independent of each other, but they complement each other, showing a different kind of beauty and majesty. ]

[In comparison, your paintings have not yet taken shape, while Jia Yu's paintings are gradually getting better.]

[It attracted the attention of many people in Area C of the Banquet of Flowers. Some people gathered around and praised: "What a great tiger painting. It has both the shape and spirit of the tiger. The tiger is the king of all beasts. Who dares to offend its anger?"]

[“Even the paintings of tigers made by the teachers in the academy are no better than this.”]

[Most of those who can live here are wealthy and powerful, so naturally they are literate, and can read poetry and books, and naturally they have some ability to appreciate paintings.]

[After hearing this, Jia Yu's face became more smiling, and his hand wrote with more steadiness.]

【Zhang Yuanlai's face is grim. Today, Jia Yu's tiger painting seems to be more brilliant than usual. Perhaps he was painting on the spot and was blessed with good fortune.】

【At this time! 】

[A woman exclaims, "This is..."]

[Feng Yaya looked in the direction of the voice. The voice came from Zhou Yuner who was thanking Guan Yan for his ink. She seemed to see something incredible on her face at this moment, and her eyes were fixed on the paper where the young man was writing.]

[The golden-clad woman Li Xiangjun stared at the snow-white rice paper on the yellow pear wood table, her red lips slightly parted, and she whispered in disbelief: "It's Yun..."]

[Her voice attracted curious glances from several people nearby.]

【See! 】

[The young man held the brush and wrote freely. A long ink mark instantly appeared on the paper, occupying the upper half of the paper.]

[This unexpected stroke puzzled everyone. However, the boy did not stop. He dipped the brush in ink again, added a heavy stroke below the ink mark, and paused at the end.]

[The ink had not yet dried, and everyone stared at it again, and it seemed as if they saw a cloud of mist gently falling on the paper.]

[Not like, but the ink really seemed to be moving, suspended in the air, and seemed to be pregnant with thunder and exuding mysterious power.]

[He Xiao rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen it wrong. He looked again, and the ink was still ink, as if it was just an illusion.]

[However, as he continued to watch, the mist appeared again.]

[He began to wonder if he had drunk too much, had a poor alcohol tolerance, or had been too indulgent with his old lover in the past few days, causing his body to become weak, resulting in kidney deficiency, weak eyesight, and tinnitus.] [Just as He Xiao was thinking about this, a child's voice suddenly rang out: "Mother, the ink on the paper is moving!"]

[Among the six or seven people nearby, an adult was holding up the innocent opening of a child. ]

【He Xiao was shocked. 】

[He looked at everyone, all with expressions of disbelief or blinking.]

[It’s really moving! ]

[The brush and ink seemed to have life, roaming freely on the paper. ]

[The young man continued to write, his brushwork was simple but bold, and another heavy stroke fell. ]

[In the eyes of everyone, the clouds and mist became a little thicker. ]

[“What kind of painting is this…”]

[The woman in gold has stood up, her face full of surprise.]

【Xie Guan had just started painting when he saw this amazing scene.】

[With the clouds in the sky, the boy added a few strokes below the clouds, like falling rain.]

【He also “pushed” a few strokes under the clouds and mist, like a long wind blowing obliquely. 】

【Rain comes from clouds, and wind comes from rain.】

【Everyone felt as if “the wind was as raging as a mountain, and the rain was as heavy as a river”. 】

【Seeing this, Feng Yaya sighed in her heart that Xie Guan's brushwork was so unconventional and casual, without any sense of the exquisiteness of iron painting, silver hook, or bird-like fine drawing.】

[However, it is this open and casual brushwork that creates such a mysterious scene on paper.]

[Li Xiangjun's beautiful eyes were filled with wonder, and she asked doubtfully: "Is this a picture of a thunderstorm?..."]

[“No, there seems to be an image in this cloud!”]

【Zhang Yuanlai looked carefully and saw the young man picked up his brush and lightly drew a line in the mist, then added a few more strokes.】

[Another strange vision appeared! ]

[Faintly visible, in the mist, there is a dragon head exhaling and looking down. ]

[The young man gently drew, and the still vague dragon head gradually took shape, with two horns on its head and dragon whiskers floating.]

[There seems to be lightning in the dragon's horns, and it opens its mouth to swallow up wind and rain.]

[It meanders through the clouds, its scales rising and falling.]

【Zhang Yuanlai couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's a dragon!"】

[“A real dragon hiding in the clouds, creating clouds and spewing out mist, so majestic!”]

[Several people around also sighed, "The dragon emerges from the clouds, it's like a star falling from the sky, a dragon opening the mist in the water."]

[“Everyone in this world talks about the existence of a divine dragon, but now I see a dragonfly in front of my eyes.”]

[“Wait a minute… Why does this dragon have no eyes?”]

[You made your last stroke, outlining the swaying dragon's tail in the mist.]

[Everyone looked again and felt that the dragon seemed to be about to break through the paper and emerge from the clouds and mist, and was about to fully reveal itself.]

[The dragon is trapped and cannot be free! ]

[Everyone was stunned, as if they could faintly hear the roar of a dragon echoing through the clouds and mist.]

【The young man has quietly put down his pen. 】

[Zhou Yuner hurriedly packed up her writing brush and inkstone, not daring to be careless in the slightest.]

[Li Xiangjun and the others seemed to have no interest in paying attention to the outcome of this battle.]

[People who originally paid attention to Jia Yu's tiger paintings were also stunned by the boy's paintings. ]

[The classmates beside Jia Yu were all shocked, not caring about the remaining ink in Jia Yu's ink grinder.]

[You started writing after Jia Yu, but finished before him.]

[Your face is calm. Wait for a moment. Jia Yu finally finishes the painting.]

[Jia Yu had already sensed something was wrong, as the crowds around him kept gathering. However, he could not afford to be distracted by the finishing touches. He finally finished, feeling quite satisfied.]

[These are the two best tigers he has spent money on in the past few days. ]

[After examining his own painting to see if there was anything missing, he turned to Xie Guan's paper.]

【I was stunned! 】

[There were many soul cultivators among the people around, but none of them noticed the slightest fluctuation of soul power.]

[Without the blessing of the power of the soul, he was able to create such a mysterious painting. 】

[Their eyes involuntarily focused on this gentle young man.]

[With the success of "Clouds and Rain Exploring the Dragon" as a precedent, Jia Yu's tiger painting naturally fell into disfavor.]

【Zhang Yuanlai sighed, "Master Guan is not only proficient in calligraphy, but also has extraordinary painting skills."】

[You just smiled modestly and said: "It's just a little skill!"]

【Your eyes turn to Jia Yu and his tiger painting. 】

[Zhou Yuner chuckled and said to Jia Yu: "Master Jia Yu, what do you think of this painting?"]

[Jia Yu's face turned pale, and he hesitated to speak. Looking at the painting, he was speechless for a moment.]

[Zhang Yuanlai said with a hint of meaning: "Master Jia Yu once said that he would accept defeat, does he think he is the winner now?"]

[“Gamblers always abide by the rules. Mr. Jia from Chongshan Academy, would you not want to go back on your word?”]

[After hearing this, Jia Yu's face instantly turned red and he clenched his hands in his sleeves.]

【At this time! 】

[A Confucian scholar beside Jia Yu stared at the painting and smiled, "It is still unknown who will win or lose."]

【“Xie Guan’s painting is not yet finished, and the finishing touch has not yet been added.”】

[“When painting a tiger, a horse or a dragon, the most important thing is the finishing touch, which is also the most challenging part of painting skills.”]

[“Brother Jia’s two tigers have both been painted. Their eyes are sparkling and bright, which makes them naturally better.”]

【As soon as these words came out! 】

【Zhang Yuanlai frowned, secretly cursing these people for being shameless. It was obvious from the painting that they were clearly trying to act like scoundrels.】

【But it makes sense! 】

[Jia Yu seemed to have found a reason, and raised his eyes slightly, "Xie Guan, do you dare to add the finishing touch to the dragon?"]

You just shook your head, "I don't dare!"

[After hearing this, the scholar next to him laughed and said, "Xie Guan, you are afraid that the finishing touch will fail, and the painting will fail at the last moment. Then this game will be..."]

[He wanted to say that Jia Yu won, but when he looked at Xie Guan's painting, he felt that he couldn't say it.]

[So, he had to awkwardly change his words and said, "...It's a draw, then."]

[You smiled and said, "I don't dare to dot the eyes, I'm just worried..."]

[“If you click on the eyes, this dragon will fly out!”]

(End of this chapter)