Chapter 147 Seeing Skills and Spirituality Again

"This painting..."

"What's wrong with this painting?"

"Has the general asked other gentlemen to come and see him before?"

"I found a wandering Taoist priest." The military attaché said in a deep voice, narrowing his eyes as if he was a little angry.

"I wonder what that person said?"

"He said that I had just arrived in Changjing and came from another place. I was not used to the royal aura of Changjing. I was also a warrior. I had too much blood-evil aura in my body, so I was squeezed out by the aura of the king of Changjing. He said that it would be better if I got used to it more. Haha.

, I actually believed his lies and endured it for several months." The military attaché said and glanced at Song You, "If I meet that Taoist You again, I will make it impossible for him to walk again."

"It's a common lie."

Song You remained calm and calm, only staring at the painting, not afraid of his hidden threat, nor did he care about it.

"Sir, do you think it's a problem with the painting?"

"It's really a problem with the painting."

"What's wrong with this painting?"

Song You did not answer or look at him, but kept staring at the painting, marveling at its exquisiteness, vividness, and lifelikeness. He also saw a mysterious aura and vitality in it, and asked at the same time:

"I wonder where this painting of the general came from?"

"At the end of last year, I led my troops to Beijing on orders to take turns to defend the capital. On the way, I met a man who was chased and killed by a group of Jianghu people. He probably wanted to steal money. Around the capital, these Jianghu people were so rampant, so I ordered the troops to kill him.

He was saved." The military attache frowned and recalled, "After I rescued the man, he wanted to give me money, but I didn't accept it. Later, in order to repay my life-saving grace, he said that he was a painter and could draw a picture for me.

The portrait was given to me, and I thought it was interesting, so I took him to the official post and stayed with him for one night, and he painted this portrait for me."

"The general is upright and kind-hearted. I admire him."

"What's wrong with this painting?" The military attache said and turned his head to look at this painting that he couldn't put down since he got it. He looked at it countless times and found it incredible. "Is it possible that I saved that man's life, but he ended up here instead?"

There are some tricks done in the painting, are they trying to harm me?"

"No."

Song You still stared at the painting, shook his head and said: "What the general did was a good thing, and what that man did was probably also a good thing, but his painting skills were too good. I'm afraid the general came on horseback to save his life.

The impression in my heart was too deep. He put all his effort into painting this painting, which is so lifelike that the people in it seem to be coming to life."

After hearing this, the military attaché looked at the painting again.

you do not say!

It's almost like he is standing in the painting!

Sometimes when he stared at the painting here, he would feel that it was not a painting, but a window. Through the window, he could see the outside of the city that day. He charged on the official road with his horse and gun, and his power was unparalleled.

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Recently he was on defense duty in Changjing and got to know some noble people in the capital. Sometimes he would invite them to his home. Everyone was amazed when they saw this painting and looked at him differently. Especially when they heard that he was driving on his way to Beijing.

After defeating the gangsters and rescuing people, I saw him in a new light.

He loved this painting very much.

"Is this painting too real? It scared me?" The military attaché narrowed his eyes and looked at the Taoist's profile.

"General, have you ever heard of the saying that skill can lead to the gods?"

"Skills lead to the gods?"

"It's like there is a great harp player in the capital. When he plays to the point of breaking his heart, the black eyebrows of Chunshan are low. The sound of the harp can attract cranes and bring rain and snow." The Taoist paused for a moment, "Far away in Yizhou, there are masters of wood carving in Yidu. It is said that

The wood carvings under my hand are all so lifelike that I dare not touch the eyes, but once I touch the eyes, they will come back to life."

"The top piano player you're talking about is Miss Wanjiang?"

"Have you seen the general?"

"I also went downstairs to Hexian Tower to hear it."

Before entering the capital, the military attache's monthly salary was only a few taels of silver. After entering the capital, it was only about ten taels. He had to eat and drink, support his family and servants for a month, and he really had no money to go to the second floor.

"This painting is really good. Although the people in the painting cannot be resurrected, they still have some vitality." Song You said to him, "During the day, the Yang energy of people is strong, so I can suppress it.

Late at night, its aura and vitality are unsuppressed...Has the General ever tried to read a painting late at night?"

"Who reads paintings late at night?"

"If the general stares at it late at night, he may feel that it is also looking at him." Song You smiled, "The general is highly skilled in martial arts and has keen intuition. Being watched by it will naturally make him uneasy."

"..."

The military attaché once again looked at himself in the painting.

Intuitively, his gaze in the painting was like a sharp sword. At that time, this gaze had frightened many people in the world and did not dare to come forward. However, unexpectedly, the artist later used his shocking painting skills to depict it and freeze it here.

If you hang it on the door, I'm afraid even the little devils won't dare to pass by.

If this is the case, if the warrior is stared at by it every night and his intuition is keen, he may indeed be unable to sleep.

"Do you really mean what you said?"

"You can't do anything fake."

"Then sir, do you have a solution?"

"..."

Song You thought about it and stared at the painting.

I was shocked and a little emotional.

The scene of the wood carvings coming to life in Yidu that year was still fresh in his memory.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to forget in this life.

The painting skills reflected in this painting are naturally not as good as Master Kong's sculpting skills, but they are already very impressive. If the painting had been better, maybe it would have come alive.

There are indeed countless masters in the world.

"The solution is simple."

"Please give me some advice, sir."

"Just don't hang it in the bedroom."

"Is there any other solution?"

"..."

Song You finally turned around and glanced at the military attache.

This was the first time since he walked in front of the painting that he took his eyes away from the painting and looked at the military attache. But that is not correct. It can also be said that he has been looking at the military attache.

You can't tell that this man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is quite narcissistic.

"General, will this painting be handed down from generation to generation?"

"What if it is passed down to the world, so what if it is not passed down to the world?"

"This painting seems to only depict generals, but the grass and trees blown by the wind, even the gravel splashing on the roadside, and the dust raised under the horses' hooves, are all extremely detailed and vivid. It is these details that make the painting unique.

It is these details that create the general's style of riding horses to kill, which makes the whole painting full of aura and gives birth to life in the mystery." Song You said to him, "These details are indispensable. If the general does not want to be inspired by the spirit late at night,

I am troubled by the vitality of the painting, and I want to hang it in my bedroom for appreciation. I only need to add one or two strokes at random in the corners of the painting. The overall style of the painting will not be affected much, but it will also lose its aura and naturally lose its vitality."

"How can that be done!"

The military attache almost blurted out, his eyes wide with anger.

Then I looked at the painting and my heart gradually calmed down.

In addition to the galloping soldiers in the painting, adding one or two strokes in the corners of the background may indeed not affect the appreciation.

At least people who don't know how to draw can't see it.

But if you are someone who knows painting, even after thousands of years, you can tell at a glance that this stroke was added by someone else later and is not in harmony with the brushwork style of the entire painting.

"Sir, do you know how to draw?"

"I don't know how to paint. I just lived in Yizhou more than two years ago and was taught by an expert, so I have some experience in this art."

"This painting... I really like this painting and can't bear to destroy it. I wonder if there is any other way, sir?" The military attache softened his tone, and then he realized that he had unknowingly believed the young Taoist in front of him.

Obviously, when he first heard about this painting, he thought it was similar to the deceptive remarks made by the wandering Taoist at the beginning of the year.

"Indeed there are more."

"Sir, please enlighten me!"

"I have been taught by an expert and have some experience in this process. I can try to isolate the aura and vitality above." Song You said, "This method will not destroy the painting. It will still look the same to people as before. It's just that the spell I cast cannot be permanent.

, it can be managed for a few decades at most.”

"Decades?"
To be continued...