Li Sijian looked at Li Chan's back and frowned.

Not only Li Sijian, but other painters were not very comfortable. Although Li Chan was humble at first, everyone still realized that this young man with unknown origin was quite arrogant. Otherwise, he would not have been dissatisfied with the discussion. In the end, he stopped the old painter from scraping the paint, leaving a sentence, and then viewing the painting alone along the palace wall.

Everyone calmed down suddenly, and no one called Li Chan, but they turned their eyes to Cao Yun.

Cao Yun saw the dissatisfaction of everyone. To be honest, he couldn't figure out Li Chan himself. But when he thought that Xu Yingqiu, Su Xiang and others in Yunni Club that day praised the intersection of the "Cat Play Candlestick", he was silent for a moment, helped the head, and said to the painters: "Then wait."

"Since General Cao has said that, then wait for him to come back and take charge of the overall situation."

Liu Jianni smiled at the painters and attracted a "good" and "happy and leisure" reply. The painters present were over the age of high spirits and would not really be resentful because of the arrogance of a young man. After a moment of unhappiness, they felt a little kind of intimate. All the painters are quite famous in the painting world. Who hasn't been proud of a few times?

...

Li Chan observed the murals on the chalk from south to north along the palace wall, from green cows, birds to various dragons, beasts, phoenixes, lions, tigers, and elephants. At first, he looked slower, but later he looked faster and faster, and his steps were smoother.

Li Chengzhou's painting skills are already magical, and the styles of various schools are blended together under his hands, without any abruptness. In fact, Li Chan's painting skills have reached the state of moving the spirit and seizing the quality, and can also be understood from other things. They can also be easily used for the styles of various schools. At the level of skill, it is not that it cannot catch up with the Yuantu of the Ten Thousand Spirits, but at the level of Tao, it is one level far behind.

The entire palace city was more than 80 miles away. Li Chan set out from the East Palace and observed the murals on the wall all the way. He was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world. Even if he passed by the Jiangxuexuan glazed flower bed in the north of the East Palace, one of the prosperous scenery of the Xuandu, the north of the East Palace, never looked at it. The crabapple and the Taiping Flower fell at their feet, and were crushed into pieces by the soles of the boots. The steps walked over without stopping.

The sundial climbed on the stone plate in front of Tai Chi Palace for a week, and the sun was gradually swallowed up by the thorn on the top of the palace, and then the cold moon appeared in the night above the palace.

The three guards sent by Cao Yun blocked Li Chan's footsteps at dusk. The palace manager who was eager to repair the mural hoped that Li Chan could give some practical solutions, rather than being mysterious like now. Even if you have to familiarize yourself with Li Chengzhou's pen tip by observing the Wanling Chaoyuantu, you have read it for a day, right? It has been less than ten days since the saint traveled west.

Li Chan just said: "Since Mr. Cao is anxious, don't obstruct me."

After the three guards reported, Cao Yun frowned for a long time, but he did not stop Li Chan. However, behind the figure walking around the wall, three guards who followed far away were added.

For warriors who have reached a very high level of blood and energy, it is not difficult to sleep for a few days. Once, after the moon sets and sunrises, the three guards changed their shifts, and only Li Chan is still watching the paintings.

...

A pot of wine on Deyue Tower was soon finished, and the guards brought all kinds of dishes to the roof. Before leaving, a guard couldn't help but peek at Lu Zijing. Although the old man grinding the mirror seemed nothing strange, the one who could accompany the King of Zhenxi, who was busy with thousands of miles a day, must be a person more important than Wanji.

The dishes that were kept by the warm plate quickly became cold again in the bitter spring breeze on the high ground. Han Ke had been with Lu Zijing on the roof for three days, but Lu Zijing had no intention of leaving, so he kept guarding here.

The bronze mirror in Lu Zijing's hand was polished to a clear edge, and it was reflected in the morning sunset or the clouds rolled. He sat at the table holding the bronze mirror and looked at the young man strolling under the palace wall. Three days passed and he was almost at the end.

Cao Yun had always had expectations for the young painter with a mysterious origin, but he had no time to waste his time on him. Three days later, the painters restored the navy and gradually had a result. The painters drew sketches on paper, supplemented each other, and finally drew a navy and painted each other.

In the early morning, a temple was set up in the Eastern Palace. Lingzhu opened the altar to worship, and wrote a memorial to put six paintings into the cauldron. Finally, the five pictures were burned, and only the blue-patterned pictures painted by Liu Jianni were left behind.

At the altar, Cao Yun looked at Liu Jianni's paintings and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even if the six skilled old painters could not stand a painting saint, they were not much different from the painting saints with their collective efforts. This painting of paintings has been reflected and revised several times, and is not far from the painting pictures he remembers.

Thinking of the figure walking along the wall, Cao Yun still had a vague expectation in his heart.

In the eyes of the painters, this young painter of unknown origin has disappeared for three days. Although it seemed to be viewing paintings at first, most of them thought that after seeing the skills of the painting saint on the way to view painting, he felt overwhelmed and left consciously.

Only Cao Yun knew that Li Chan had been reading paintings for three days, except for occasionally stopping to rest and eat.

But the saint had only seven days left to travel west. What could Li Chan do even if he came back? He asked Liu Jianni to write the main writer and the painters to assist him. The common people in the palace built a wooden platform and prepared to start repairing the cyan map from above.

A figure walked along the east wall from the south at this time. Liu Jianni, the chief writer, saw the figure approaching first. At this time, Li Chan's steps were already very relaxed and swift. He was looking at the painting. When he looked up, he saw the wooden platform beside the Cangqiu picture, and quickly shouted: "Wait!"

The painters looked at each other.

Liu Jianni, who had already reached the wooden platform, was holding a pen, waiting for the people below to bring the pottery cup containing paints. He stopped the pen for a while, and the people under the ladder also stopped.

Li Sijian looked at Cao Yun in confusion, "Why is he still here?"

Cao Yun watched Li Chan come over, made a circle gesture, and whispered: "He walked around Xunning Palace."

Li Sijian was stunned.

As he spoke, Li Chan was approaching and bowed to everyone and smiled: "It seems that you are impatient."

"I can't say I'm waiting." The old painter from the Hanlin Academy of Painting smiled, "I just didn't expect you to be there, but it just so happens that Jian Ni has made a sketch now, so you don't have to worry about presiding."

The old painter smiled and thorny. Li Chan pondered for a moment, and said to Liu Jian on the stage: "Can you give me a chance?"

Liu Jianni looked at Li Chan, then looked at where Li Chan came from, hesitated for a moment, and said, "What are you going to do?"

Li Chan turned to Cao Yun on the side and said, "President Cao also asked someone to prepare paper."

Cao Yun looked at Liu Jianqi on the wooden platform, hesitated for a moment, raised his chin to the people around him, and signaled him to do what he wanted. The guard quickly brought a stack of paper from the divine platform. Li Chan glanced at it, smiled, and said nothing, took a few pieces of paper and spread it on the ground, ignoring why others didn't use the table to question, picked up the pen and dipped it ink and started painting.

First, there were the green cows and the fuji birds, then the serifs, the black tigers, the tails, and the Dunyu. One piece of paper was drawn with six magical birds and strange beasts. When the seventh piece was drawn, Cao Yun reacted and quickly shouted the paper. Seeing that the person holding the paper was still standing there, he snatched it over and spread a piece of hemp paper on the edge of Li Chan's drawing paper.

Li Chan painted all the papers. There was not enough paper on the divine platform. Someone went to the warehouse to get the paper. In a hurry, he did not dare to disturb Li Chan. The painters gradually looked shocked and even shocked. The papers were connected, starting from the Cangqiu Picture, from south to north, a picture of the Ten Thousand Spirits Chaoyuan, which was exactly the same as the picture on the wall!

The young painter focused on painting with his head down and never looked up at the palace wall again. This was not a copy, but a clear picture on the wall.

"The Xunning Palace is 82 miles away..." Liu Jian glared at his lips, "How much can he remember?"

Li Sijian's throat moved, and he saw that Li Chan had painted more than a thousand mural beasts, "After all, I can't remember it, right?"

Two hours passed, and the expressions of the painters went from shock to frustration, to envy, and then, only admiration and emotion remained.

The paper on the ground was covered with white space, and Cao Yun had nowhere to settle down. He looked at the painters and murmured: "This feeling and this scene are in my dream."

...

On the moon building at dusk, Han Ke stood by the clouds and looked down at the East Palace under the clouds. For a moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was here to guard Lu Zijing.

In the building, Lu Zijing was holding a bronze mirror. On the clear mirror, the young man who was focused on painting strokes and stroked all the souls of the picture. The last stroke was closed and was about to fall, but he hovered on the paper and stopped moving.

The murals are back in circles and end here, among all the spirits, there is only the blue picture.

Lu Zijing looked at the pen that had not fallen for a long time. After more than ten breaths, he suddenly looked away, stopped looking at the bronze mirror, and turned his head to glance at Xunning Palace.

...

Among the white sea of ​​paper, Li Chan looked up at the damaged mural on the red wall, and raised her eyebrows.

The blurred blue marks washed away by the rain on the wall gradually became richer and floating.

The divine bird and beast beside it hold their wings, raise their heads, raise their feet, and shake their tails...
Chapter completed!