The true posture of the painting saint, painting with eyes blindfolded

All the civil and military officials in the court gathered their eyes outside the gate.

The Han emperor, who had always had a serious face, could not help but look at him intently at this moment, with a solemn look in his eyes.

Ling Daoxuan, the Saint of Painting!

He was a famous figure in the world.

Even in the Han Dynasty, which was founded on military power, there were a large number of loyal followers.

In the golden sunlight, an old man in cloth walked in with steady and powerful steps. The old man looked very old, with a head full of white hair, but his face looked ruddy and young, and his eyes were shining. It was obvious that he had the secret to keep his youth.

The coarse linen clothes did not make him look humble, but instead highlighted his great scholarly spirit.

"Is this the painting saint Ling Daoxuan?"

"It's him! I saw the painting saint once from afar, but I didn't expect that after so many years, his style is still the same."

"Ah! I didn't expect that the first time I met the legendary painting saint, it was actually a hostile relationship. I also wanted to ask him for a calligraphy work, this is impossible..."

"He's just an old man, nothing special, right?"

"Writing and painting are just minor skills after all, and a real man has to rely on his fists!"

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The appearance of the painting saint Ling Daoxuan made the civil officials of the Han Dynasty excited and talked about it, while the military generals just glanced at him lightly without a word of praise.

"Grandpa, wait for me."

At this moment.

Another sound like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley came from outside the Jinluan Palace.

A slender figure walked in quickly from the door, and at this moment, everyone's pupils shrank at the same time.

This woman looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, but her beautiful eyes were clear and transparent, like a gem that had not been stained by the dirt of the world.

Her pretty face is small and soft, her skin is as white as cream, and her stunning beauty is so beautiful that it seems like she is not from this mortal world. It reminds people of fairies in heaven.

Beautiful!

So beautiful!

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

"Hehe, this is my granddaughter, named Ling Xiruo. She has been spoiled since she was a child. Please don't punish her for being rude, Emperor Han."

Ling

Daoxuan said with a smile, his eyes full of doting.

"No problem, no problem."

The Han emperor waved his hand and said majestically.

"Grandpa, who wants to compete with you in painting skills?" Ling Xiruo smiled at everyone and asked softly.

At this time, Wei Zhiyan stepped forward, took Ling Xiruo's hand, and said with a smile: "Sister Xiruo, the ignorant man is called Qin Ying. He made me lose a lot of money last time."

Ling Xiruo asked: "Is he a bad guy?"

Thinking of Qin Ying's face, Wei Zhiyan's pretty face turned cold, and she snorted: "He is more than a bad guy, he is simply the most shameless, the most vulgar, the most despicable bastard in the world!"

"Then I will let my grandfather teach him a lesson later to vent my anger for my sister!" Ling Xiruo whispered.

Her ignorant but kind look made everyone present laugh. It was Ling Daoxuan's overprotection that made this little girl so innocent.

Seeing her like this, I really couldn't get angry at all.

Because of Ling Xiruo's appearance, the atmosphere of this serious painting fight was quietly relaxed.

Just at this time.

A hearty laugh came from outside the Jinluan Palace.

"Princess Zhiyan, please don't lead my little sister astray! If you say bad things about me behind my back, I will be angry."

Qin Ying walked in under everyone's gaze.

As soon as he arrived at the Golden Palace.

Qin Ying's eyes were attracted by Ling Xiruo, and for a moment, he was stunned.

Oh my God!

A fairy descended to the earth?

He had never seen such a beautiful and fairy-like girl.

I thought that with Liu Yunxian and Wu Qingqiu, two stunning beauties, Qin Ying's resistance to beauties would be enhanced.

But Ling Xiruo's beauty instantly struck his heart.

This is a pure and natural beauty without any embellishment. The innocent and clear eyes and the soft and weak figure are enough to arouse the deepest desire to protect a man.

"Your name is Ling Xiruo, right? Can I call you Sister Xiruo? You are so pretty." Qin Ying stepped forward quickly and snatched Ling Xiruo from Wei Zhiyan's hands. This sudden move made Ling Xiruo feel like a frightened rabbit. She wanted to break free, but found that her hand was tightly grasped by Qin Ying. It was the first time she was touched by a man. The handsome and fair face of the man was close at hand. The little girl lowered her head and her cheeks were smeared with a touch of pink. "Let go!" Ling Daoxuan suddenly shouted. He hurried forward and forcibly separated the two. The painting saint who was still elegant just now was like a wild bull that was stabbed in the buttocks, with his eyes wide open, which was extremely scary. Ling Daoxuan was an old and cunning man. Qin Ying's move just now actually made him feel creepy, as if his treasure was targeted by a thief - this kid was so bold, could he be planning to take my Xiruo? Qin Ying was thick-skinned and ignored Ling Daoxuan's murderous gaze. He still blinked at Ling Xiruo.

"Sister Xiruo, I am rude." Qin Ying smiled gently and said softly: "To apologize, how about I write a poem for you?"

Hearing this, Ling Xiruo's beautiful eyes lit up, "Okay, okay, I have heard that there is a poet saint in the Han Dynasty. It turns out to be you."

Qin Ying smiled and nodded, then slowly paced in the hall. When he took three steps, he chanted leisurely:

"The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces. The spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is gorgeous.

If we hadn't met on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Yaotai."

"The clouds are like clothes..." Ling Xiruo was stunned.

What a beautiful poem.

"Tsk tsk, the Ninth Prince opens his mouth and is half of the Han Dynasty."

"Amazing! This poem is really amazing for Miss Xiruo."

The literati of the Han Dynasty applauded.

This scene made the painting saint's face turn green with anger.

Good boy, you are so daring!

Seeing Qin Ying reciting another masterpiece, Wei Zhiyan's face was cold and she sneered: "Your Highness Qin Ying, there should be a limit to lust! Don't stick to beautiful women when you see them! You are a prince after all, how come you don't know any etiquette and don't know that men and women should not touch each other?"

Qin Ying glanced at her and said sarcastically: "Men and women should not touch each other, then how did your father and mother give birth to you? Did you transform?"

"Hahaha..."

As soon as the voice came out, all the civil and military officials in the court laughed.

I have to admit that the ninth prince's mouth is too poisonous.

"What did you say?" Wei Zhiyan was slapped in the face, and she was immediately anxious and angry.

"Han Emperor, I want to start the painting competition immediately!"

Wei Zhiyan suppressed her anger and shouted loudly.

As she said that, she glared at Qin Ying hatefully.

Crazy! Keep on being arrogant!

I'll make you all cry with me later!

"Ying'er, stop making trouble." The Han emperor said majestically, "The painting contest begins now."

As soon as the voice fell.

The guards brought up two huge painting boards.

Ling Daoxuan's old face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly: "It's bad for my reputation to fight with a kid like you."

"Are you going to surrender without a fight, old sir?" Qin Ying laughed.

"Hmph, you're so sharp-tongued!" Ling Daoxuan said indifferently.

"One hour limit. The painting contest begins!"

The eunuch Cao Wanchun stepped forward and shouted loudly.

When the start signal was given, the whole audience quickly quieted down, and pairs of eyes were quietly staring at the two people in front of the painting board.

The next moment, everyone saw Ling Daoxuan take out a silk ribbon from his arms and slowly cover his eyes.

"What is the painting saint doing?"

"How can you paint with your eyes covered?"

"Oh my god, the painting saint is going to paint with his eyes covered. Has he reached the state where he has a painting in his mind and a spirit in his brushstrokes?"

Another round of exclamations rose in the field.

Everyone could see that Ling Daoxuan was deliberately letting Qin Ying win.

With his title as the painting saint, he took action against a junior, and an unknown person who had no good paintings circulated in the world. Even if he won, he would not get any praise.

He did this on purpose!

He wanted to show his magnanimity as a senior, and at the same time, he did not take Qin Ying seriously.

But painting with eyes covered is too unbelievable, isn't it?

Black ink falls on white paper, which cannot be changed. If you make a mistake, the painting will fail.

If others do this, they must be arrogant and show off. Only Ling Daoxuan, who has the title of the painting saint, has extraordinary painting skills, and his painting with eyes covered is impressive.

Ling Xiruo held the inkstone with both hands, Ling Daoxuan put the brush in accurately, and then waved the brush quickly on the paper. Although he was blindfolded, his movements were extremely skillful. He wrote as fast as the wind, vigorously and vigorously, and the speed became faster and faster, so that people could only see a residual shadow dancing.

In the surprised and shocked eyes of everyone, Ling Daoxuan moved his brush quickly, without a pause in the whole process, and he could switch between different colors of ink freely.

"The painting saint is the painting saint, he can paint with his eyes blindfolded! It's really a magical skill." The old master Chen Songtai whispered in admiration.

"The most amazing thing is that he doesn't need to see with his eyes, but can add color ink by feeling, and it's accurate to the last detail, it's simply a god."

Dean Song Henian also exclaimed.

The essence of this painting lies in color.

Black ink outlines the lines, and colored ink embellishes the essence.

Ling Daoxuan covered his eyes, but he was still able to apply the colors in an orderly manner, and the colors did not overlap at all, which was simply amazing.

Everyone in the world knows the painting saint, but no one knows where the saint is.

Today, the painting saint painted in person, and just solved everyone's doubts.

"Painting with eyes blindfolded..." Qin Ying frowned slightly. It seems that this old man is really a real thing, and he is definitely not comparable to a small character like Li Denggao.

To reach this level, the body and the painting must be combined, that is, the spirit and the painting skills must be highly unified, so that even if you close your eyes, you can still write as if you are assisted by God.

Such a level, it is absolutely no exaggeration to call it a painting saint.