A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 37: Heavy Artistic Concept

Jiang Qingyu took a few steps forward.

Duan Rong looked intently and saw that the young man was wearing brocade clothes, black boots, and had his hair tied up with beautiful jade. He was very handsome.

As soon as Duan Rong saw Jiang Qingyu's face, he felt troubled. "You are so beautiful, how can I photoshop it?"

There is not much space left for the facial features. If you change them randomly, you will end up making things worse...

"It seems that I can only work on the artistic conception!"

Duan Rong thought about it for a while, and finally seemed to have a plan in mind.

"Sir, turn your face sideways!"

Jiang Qingyu turned around impatiently.

Duan Rong looked at Jiang Qingyu's profile carefully.

This first business deal can’t be messed up!
"Okay, turn around."

Jiang Qingyu turned around and drooped her eyelids with a look of reproach.

"Sir, are you using a sword?" Duan Rong saw a sword tied around Jiang Qingyu's waist, with a purple copper scabbard and a sword tassel as white as snow.

The sword tassel is made of the finest cotton thread that can absorb a lot of blood!

"What? Want to try it?" When Jiang Qingyu heard his sword was mentioned, he suddenly raised his eyes with a provocative look.

He had already seen that Duan Rong was wearing shorts, and wasn't there a knife where the lantern was hanging on the tree?
"Please show me a few moves, and I will use your sword-holding posture as material." Duan Rong said with a chuckle.

Before Jiang Qingyu could say anything, the servant Jiang Rong stepped forward with a lantern in his hand and said angrily, "You kid, you're just drawing this and that. If you can't do it, just tell me as soon as possible. Then I can give you a quick answer. Don't waste time here."

"Alas..." Jiang Qingyu waved his hand to stop Jiang Rong, turned his head and looked at Duan Rong, and said: "I can fight with you for the routine, but if you can't draw well, I will not only smash your stall. I will also strip you naked and tie you to this tree."

When Jiang Rong heard this, he seemed to have seen Duan Rong's miserable appearance tied to the tree naked, and he immediately laughed.

Duan Rong sighed, shook his head secretly, and thought: Young and rich, he is arrogant and impetuous.

Jiang Qingyu drew out his sword, and a cold light flashed left and right like water.

Duan Rong was secretly shocked.

Jiang Qingyu started learning martial arts at the age of twelve, and it has been five years now. His Huanyun Sword Technique also reached a minor level of success a month ago.

Be it the fighting techniques of martial arts or the state of internal energy, they are not comparable to Duan Rong at this moment.

After Jiang Qingyu finished his routine, he put away his sword and stood sideways!

Duan Rong suddenly had an idea. The young man dancing with a sword under the big locust tree reminded him of the painting of a young warrior that he bought from the thin scholar today.

Gradually, in his mind, the scene before him and the artistic conception of the painting merged into one!

Duan Rong had a clear mind and he wrote with his brush without any hesitation.

Almost in one go, he drew a picture of a young man dancing with a sword!
Duan Rong looked at the work in front of him, smiled slightly, and said, "Sir, it's done!"

"It's done?" Jiang Qingyu was suspicious. "So soon?"

Duan Rong took the drawing paper off the easel and handed it to Jiang Qingyu.

Jiang Qingyu picked it up and looked down at the light.

This is a simple freehand painting done with splashed ink. The person dancing with a sword in the painting is exactly myself.

However, the scene behind is not the big locust tree at night, but strange rocks and bamboo shadows.

The rocks are jagged and the shadows of bamboos are rustling...

Jiang Qingyu felt a profound artistic conception and heavy meaning. He stared at the painting for a long time and actually felt unable to let it go.

Duan Rong's painting was actually modeled after the painting of a young warrior by the thin scholar. In his previous life, he happened to see an interview with a famous painter.

The gray-haired painter said something that he always remembered.

"What is heavy? If the painting is placed in the right place, it is called heavy!"

Although Duan Rong did not have the ability to reach such a profound realm, he could learn from it and imitate the positional relationship between the strange rocks, bamboo shadows and the young man in the painting of the young warrior by the thin scholar.

If we follow what the old painter said, this is heavy and that is heavy.

Jiang Qingyu watched for a long time before he looked up, his eyes filled with admiration and respect, and said, "Brother, you are truly an extraordinary person!"

"This painting has a hint of the style of a master, but I didn't expect it to be found in the streets."

"I was rude just now, please forgive me, brother!"

Duan Rong smiled lightly and said, "Sir, you don't have to be polite. This is just a business deal."

"As expected, great people hide in the city. The city is where crouching tigers and hidden dragons are." Jiang Qingyu said, "Brother, are you from Xiangu County? I wonder where you live now? I would like to visit you in person someday."

"My name is Duan Rong. I have lived in Xiangu County for generations. I am now an apprentice escort at Yuanshun Escort Agency. If you need me to paint, just send someone to Yuanshun Escort Agency to call me over!"

"Yuan Shun Escort Agency? Apprentice escort master?" Jiang Qingyu then noticed the badge tied around Duan Rong's waist, which indeed had the seal of Yuan Shun Escort Agency on it.

Duan Rong naturally heard the doubt in Jiang Qingyu's tone, so he smiled and said, "I'm just making a living in the Jianghu."

Jiang Qingyu also smiled slightly, took out a silver note from his clothes, held it with both hands, and presented it to Duan Rong, saying: "This is a small gift to support Master Duan. Please don't refuse!"

Although Duan Rong could see that Jiang Qingyu's move was sincere, he still waved his hand and said, "The transaction has been completed. How can I accept money from you again?"

"It would be fine if I didn't know the value of this painting. But since I know the value of this painting, how can I pretend not to know and take advantage of it for nothing? Master Duan, please accept it!"

Duan Rong saw that he couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it and said, "Thank you for your kindness, young master!"

This time, Jiang Qingyu bowed and left!

Duan Rong watched Jiang Qingyu and his servant leave, then lowered his head to check the value of the banknote in his hand. "One hundred taels?!"

Duan Rong smiled dumbly. "This young master is really generous. My business is off to a good start!"

Jiang Qingyu did not get on the green-monged horse again. Huaying Tower was across the street, and he could get there by crossing the street.

He was holding only the painting, walking in front, while his servant Jiang Rong was leading the horse behind.

"Jiang Rong, I will show this painting to Miss Lan Ying later. She will definitely be happy! She won't be angry with me anymore. Maybe she can even sing a little song for me tonight..."

"Sir, don't be too optimistic. It's just a painting. With Miss Lan Ying's personality, how can she be so easily happy?"

"Jiang Rong, you don't understand!" Jiang Qingyu wanted to say more, but suddenly remembered that Jiang Rong had never learned calligraphy or painting, and if he said too much, it would be like playing the lute to a cow, so he sighed and said, "Just wait and see."

As they were talking, they arrived at Huaying Tower. Jiang Rong handed the green-maned horse to the eunuchs at the door of Huaying Tower, and the eunuchs led the horse to the backyard.

Jiang Rong followed Jiang Qingyu and walked into the Huaying Tower.

As soon as I entered the building, the scent of cosmetics and flowers hit me in the face.

Several geishas who were welcoming guests at the door immediately surrounded Jiang Qingyu, pushing and shoving her...

Jiang Qingyu frowned. Jiang Rong always knew that the young master disliked these vulgar women, so he immediately stopped a few geishas, gave each of them a silver note and sent them away, then led Jiang Qingyu through the lobby and went directly to the second floor.

Duan Rong watched Jiang Qingyu and his servant enter the Huaying Tower. About an incense stick later, Jiang Qingyu walked out of the Huaying Tower again.

There was a woman walking beside Jiang Qingyu. They were across the street, and it was night time, so Duan Rong couldn't see her face clearly. He could only see that she had a slim figure and walked slowly. There was also a maid beside her, holding a pink-rimmed umbrella, following her closely.

Judging from the direction the three people were heading, they were heading towards him.

(End of this chapter)