Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Yan Shouyun's heart moved. He was very grateful that he could not laugh at the ghostly virtue he drew, but he could still comment on the so-called essence.

Yan Shouyun's intuition told him that the old man in front of him was no ordinary person.

As for people asking Yan Shouyun, he probably doesn't know how to paint. This is actually simple. After all, anyone who is not blind can see it.

The thoughts in his heart were fleeting, and Yan Shouyun could only respond awkwardly.

"The old gentleman is right, I'm not very good at painting."

Several pilgrims nearby who had seen Yan Shouyun's paintings said with a smile.

"That's right, you can see it!" "What's wrong with copying? You'd better go and draw cats and dogs. If you blaspheme the gods, you'll be in trouble!"

Yan Shouyun smiled and said nothing. When he first came to the capital, he seemed to have had a lot of bad luck, but now it seems that good luck has come.

No matter what others said, only the old man leaning against the door did not laugh at Yan Shouyun. He always stared at Yan Shouyun's paintings and watched him put down his pen and tidy up the paper.

At this time, there seemed to be no other pilgrims in the main hall, and it became quiet, and the old man spoke again.

"How about you show me the painting again?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Shouyun quickly took the painting and stood up. He took a step closer to the old man and handed the painting to him with both hands.

The old man stretched out his hand, which was shaking constantly, and took the painting. The paper was shaking violently in his hand, but his physical condition did not seem to affect the old man's concentration at all, and he just looked at the painting carefully.

"You really don't know how to draw, but you can draw better than many people!"

The old man's hands shook but his voice did not tremble, and his eyes looked at a picture that even its author couldn't bear to look at very seriously.

Yan Shouyun originally wanted to ask something, but he couldn't bring himself to disturb him at this moment. It wasn't until more than ten breaths later that the old man sighed softly, and the atmosphere disappeared.

"This old gentleman, you are"

Yan Shouyun quickly asked a careful question. The old man looked at the scroll and smiled, pointing at several parts of the scroll and answering the question.

"Here, here, and here are all drawn wrong. Your feeling is outstanding but your writing is cautious. If you want to draw a straight line, you will not be careful. A quick stroke will have a miraculous effect. The eyebrows are especially well drawn. The essence is here. "

Without answering who he was or saying anything unnecessary, the old man directly pointed out the inappropriateness of Yan Shouyun's paintings.

Yan Shouyun was slightly startled, and hurriedly listened carefully, writing down what the other person said based on where he pointed.

"Come on, draw it again!"

After the old man finished speaking, he directly asked Yan Shouyun to draw it again.

To be honest, the old man just said so much in one breath, Yan Shouyun just barely remembered it all, and there was still some distance in understanding, but he did not refuse, he knew that he had met an expert.

"well!"

He should have agreed, but Yan Shouyun did not start painting immediately. Instead, he brought another futon over, helped the old man sit on it, and then began to paint.

This time, from Yan Shouyun's first stroke to the last stroke, the old man watched the whole process. Even if he frowned sometimes, he did not speak in a hurry until Yan Shouyun finished painting.

This time, Yan Shouyun's paintings have indeed made great progress. The main reason is that his starting point was too low and there was too much room for improvement. At least this time he looked like a human being.

It has to be said that Yan Shouyun does have some talent. The general's simple outline already looks a bit mighty.

But the old man shook his head at this moment.

"It's nowhere near as good as the last painting!"

"ah?"

Yan Shouyun was shocked. It was not as good as the previous one. Anyone who is not blind can see that this is a huge improvement, right?

The old man looked at the astonished Yan Shouyun and shook his head.

"When you painted this time, was there something missing? What were you thinking about? Are you only focusing on the image you wanted to paint, but you were missing something from the first painting?"

Yan Shouyun was stunned again, feeling something in his heart.

The old man stretched out his hand, and Yan Shouyun frowned slightly. He didn't react until the old man pointed at the pen.

Yan Shouyun pushed the small table, pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of the old man. The latter took the pen, his right hand was trembling. Such a person can't hold the pen steadily, let alone painting, right?

The old man tried to use his left hand to stabilize his right hand, but it seemed to have little effect. His hand was still shaking. He was stained with ink, and the pen hung on the paper but shook off two drops of ink.

But at this moment, when the ink dripped onto the paper, Yan Shouyun suddenly realized something.

Something has changed!

This feeling is somewhat similar to what I just experienced at the giant stone monument, and also somewhat similar to the initial copying of the statue of the general, but this time it does not appear from the stone monument or statue, but from the old man in front of me!

The trembling hand lifted up the pen at this moment, and the lines were drawn on the tip of the pen. Whenever the hand could not help but tremble, it was like waves rising in the waves, and it would turn decay into magic under the beating of the tip of the pen.

Everything around him seemed to fade in Yan Shouyun's eyes. With the paper and ink as the center, the world appeared in black and white like an illusion.

When Yan Shouyun came to his senses again, he realized that the first two drops of ink dropped by the old man were exactly the eyes of the general on the drawing paper.

At this moment, the surrounding simple lines have been completed, and the two drops of ink are soaked in the drawing paper and continue to extend. As the old man puts down the last stroke, the ink in the god's eyes extends just right.

At this moment, it was as if a god opened his eyes.

The paper was just a simple outline of the statue of the god, without many details and no coloring, but it gave Yan Shouyun a strong shock at this moment.

The dark eyes of the mighty, thunderous and supernatural general on the paper statue are still extending, as if the god's gaze has been sweeping around, giving Yan Shouyun a faint sense of oppression.

Until the ink stabilizes, it seems like the god on the paper is standing quietly.

"Give!"

The old man handed the paper to Yan Shouyun, who took it carefully. He looked at the paper and then looked up at the statue, feeling a sense of absurdity in his heart.

The statues in this temple seem to be more spiritual than the paintings on paper.

"Old sir, may I ask your name?"

Yan Shouyun looked at the painting and asked the old man sitting on the futon a little excitedly. The latter looked at him and turned his eyes to the inside of the Demon-Conquering Hall.

In addition to the statues of some great gods, there are also some murals on the walls inside the hall, depicting the gods of Tiangang and Earth from the Demon-Suppressing Palace.

Yan Shouyun faintly saw some memories in the old man's eyes, and the latter finally answered his question.

"I, Shao Zhen."

Before the old man revealed his identity, Yan Shouyun had already thought of some famous painters he knew. Even so, when he really heard the other person's name, he was still shocked.

Shao Zhen? Weird Mr. Shao Zhen?

Yan Shouyun's first reaction was a little disbelief, but this seemed to explain the old man's miraculous painting skills.

A person with this kind of painting skills can completely become his own school, there is no need to pretend to be Mr. Wei Jue in the past.

Yan Shouyun quickly took a step back, and with surprise and excitement, he solemnly saluted the old man.

"Yan Shouyun, a Taoist who is not a Taoist, would like to pay my respects to Mr. Shao, the strange sage. I am truly lucky to meet you!"

There were new pilgrims coming outside. The old man waved his hand, and Yan Shouyun immediately put away the gift.

"What kind of holy hand? Hehehehe, now he is just an old immortal who can't hold a paintbrush firmly. Even such a painting is almost unfinished."

Yan Shouyun raised his head, but the joy in his expression was not affected.

"No, you are still the holy hand in the painting. It is God's blessing that I, Yan Shouyun, can meet you today!"

Hearing this, the old man smiled and stood up from the futon. It seemed that he had made a mistake. He was another person who wanted to make a fortune by asking for paintings.

Yan Shouyun hurriedly helped the old man up. He could detect that there seemed to be a subtle change in the old man's expression, and he was even vaguely aware of the reason for this change.

He didn't explain much, but bowed again.

"Please give me a helping hand, old man, to save the country and the people!"

Shao Zhen just looked at the man in front of him. He didn't pay attention just now. Since he called himself a Taoist, he was indeed wearing a robe.

"Hey"

Shao Zhen smiled, stepped out of the Demon Subduing Hall while holding on to the door panel, and then staggered away.

Yan Shouyun was stunned for a while and sighed slightly. He did not choose to rush forward and stalk him. The pointers just given were enough to last a lifetime.

That’s all, people still have to rely on themselves!

Yan Shouyun bowed once more to the departing old man, took in his thoughts, sat down on the futon where he was, put away the old man's painting, and took out new paper to continue painting.

This time, Yan Shouyun painted the great god Lu Xin!

On the other side, Shao Zhen, who was avoiding people and leaving quickly, walked out for dozens of steps but paused slightly. The expected entanglement did not come. He looked back and saw that the Taoist had sat back down again. , it seems that you have started painting again? ——

On the other side, Tan Yuanshang and his entourage came out of the prison.

Of course, this is not that Tan Yuanshang is in jail, but that he has just entered the prison to visit someone.

Today's Dharma Appraisal Conference is very lively, affecting both the government and the public as well as the common people. However, under this situation, one person seems to have been forgotten, it is Lu Haixian who originally wrote "Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers".

If Tan Yuanshang wanted to visit the prison, he would naturally have a way to make it even more difficult for the jailer to know who he was.

But all Tan Yuanshang could do was to visit Lu Haixian and say a few words of comfort.

Lu Haixian regretted everything now and cried bitterly in prison, but so what, he couldn't change anything.

"well"

Tan Yuanchang sighed. Even though he had stopped asking about the affairs of the government and the public, what he saw and heard after coming to the city still made him feel depressed.

"Master, will I go to the Dharma Appraisal Conference?"

"Humph, let's go back first and then talk about it."

The master and servants went home first, returning to their temporary home in the capital. It was inconspicuous, but they lived comfortably.

The old carriage stopped in front of the house. The driver noticed something was wrong as soon as he got off. The other two guards in the carriage also frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Tan Yuanchang stuck his head out.

"Master, someone has been here!"

"Oh? Maybe you're passing by?"

"Maybe"

Three guards who had followed Tan Yuanshang for decades checked the surroundings. After finally finding nothing unusual, they took the master into the courtyard and opened the gate.

But when the door opened, the eyes of several people suddenly froze. There was a piece of writing on the table!