Chapter 338: Passing through

Mr. Liang looked at the Linglong game and was deeply frowning. He sat there for half an hour, but he didn't move at all. His eyes fell on the chess game's changeable black and white pieces, sometimes lamenting and sometimes amazing.

"What's going on? Mr. Liang hasn't broken the deadlock yet?" Many people were already impatiently clamoring.

Seeing that it was getting late, Chen Ao said to Mr. Liang: "Mr. Liang, has this chess game not been cracked yet?"

Mr. Liang ignored him and only looked at the chess game. After a while, he threw away the black piece in his hand, closed his eyes and sighed, and stood up and said, "The students cannot solve the chess game of the county magistrate. I would like to ask the chess game of the county magistrate. "

Chen Ao laughed, got up, and pinched the chess piece to fall. Mr. Liang hurriedly said, "Should you stay home and think about it." If Chen Ao easily broke the game, Mr. Liang still couldn't bear it. He just felt that the chess game was unfathomable and wanted to go home and study it slowly.

Chen Ao curled his lips: "Can I cross the pier now?"

Mr. Liang quickly made an invitation gesture. Chen Ao smiled and stopped paying attention to this chess fool. He walked across the trestle and climbed the pleasure boat along the sampan. The crowd was suddenly in an uproar. It was okay to write poems. After all, he was the top scholar, but the county magistrate set up a chess game, which stumped Mr. Liang. In this way, the county magistrate's chess skills were far above Mr. Liang.

This county lieutenant is really a pervert. How could a person have so many abilities? Some people who have made the bets in Hangzhou are quite regretful and constantly comforting themselves. There are still a few hurdles later. I don’t believe that the Chen surname can really get through them all.

With this idea, I finally felt a little more comfortable, and then I thought, even if this county magistrate loses, even if he loses, he will definitely become a good story in Hangzhou.

Chen Ao got onto the pleasure boat, and colorful lanterns were hung in the pleasure boat. It was not at night. Although the lanterns had not yet been lit, the boat was still decorated with magnificent magnificently. There were two buildings on the entire boat, red painted on the pillars, which were gorgeous and colorful. Chen Ao walked into the cabin and saw someone napping. Hearing the movement, he raised his eyes and saw Chen Aobu coming in. He was obviously a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Chen Ao not only crossed Xichun Bridge, but also climbed onto the pleasure boat. He immediately sat down dangerously, bowed to Chen Ao, and said, "Prince Chen, I'm glad to meet, I'm glad to meet."

Chen Ao just raised his hand and said, "You're welcome." He then sat down and said, "Why haven't you driven the boat?"

The man had no worries on his face, smiled slightly, and said, "No, no, the students have to ask the adults for advice." Then he stood up, took out the four treasures of the study, and said, "There is such a beautiful view of Xichun Bridge, why does the adults keep this beautiful view?"

Chen Ao shook the fan and smiled, "Stay? How to keep it?"

The man smiled and said, "Please ask the county magistrate to paint one, but time is limited, why not just use a hundred strokes to outline Xichun Bridge?"

Hundred strokes of painting?

This topic is really not simple. You must know that the most important thing in landscape painting is to base the foundation. There are more than a hundred strokes alone, not to mention that the city is drawn in a downtown area, with too few strokes, making it difficult to outline the lively scene.

Chen Ao thought about it and closed the fan and limited the strokes to a hundred strokes. Unless you don’t base it first, you can draw directly. This painting method is not only of a very exquisite level of the layout, but can distinguish the lightness and heaviness of the brush, and use the roughness and delicate shapes of the brush to draw the layering feeling of the whole painting.

Chen Ao took a deep breath, and saw the white and weak scholar looking at him with a smile, with a provocative look on his face, and said with a slight smile: "Okay, then I'll give it a try." Then he walked to the four treasures of the study, grabbed the pen and dipped it ink, thought about it, and began to arrange the pattern in his heart, recalling the characteristics of Xichun Bridge just now. It took him a stick of incense to open his eyes and start writing.

He looked a little sloppy when he painted. He first used two strokes to directly outline the prototype of Xichun Bridge. When the white-faced and beardless scholar looked around, he couldn't help but shake his head, without making a background color or making a layout, and directly outlined the shape of the bridge. Unless this person was a genius, he was just a madman. How could anyone paint like this in the world?

Then Chen Ao continued to write and drew a lot of attention. He could not have imagined that the people around him kept shaking their heads. Later, the white and beardless scholar saw a clue and couldn't help but look at Chen Ao. He couldn't help but think that this painting was not bad, but unfortunately it was a little bit worse. Although the thickness of ink was divided into layers of layout, there was no layout before, and it was always a bit messy, especially the Xichun Bridge, which was not highlighted in the sparkling river water and the painting boats in the painting, but the painting boats were more prominent in the painting.

No matter what painting you make, the most important thing is to highlight a center, such as the Painted Bridge, the willows on both sides, the river water under the bridge, and the pleasure boats in the river are just foils, and the Xichun Bridge is the center of gravity. Only in this way can it be considered a masterpiece.

Chen Ao counted while painting: "One painting... Seven paintings... Forty-five paintings..." When he was about to count the 100th painting, a painting had gradually completed. The last stroke fell on the Xichun Bridge in the painting with thick ink. Suddenly, this stroke was as eye-catching as the finishing touch of the painting.

The white-faced and beardless scholar was stunned when he saw it, and then called a good word. The awesome painting had a unique feeling. This style was unprecedented. There was neither the traces of Wang Xizhi nor the characteristics of Gu Kaizhi. However, at first glance, it seemed to integrate the characteristics of these two painters. The delicate place should be as delicate as silk, and the bold place should be passionate and unrestrained. The last bit of thick ink cleverly highlighted the layout of the whole painting. The first thing that caught your eye was the antique Xichun Bridge. Under the Xichun Bridge, the river water seemed to flow gurgle. The painting boat in the river was slightly tilted, as if a breeze was blowing, and the entire painting boat was about to tremble.

"Good painting!" The scholar couldn't help but applaud and bowed to Chen Ao: "The county magistrate is very talented, and the students sigh." He bent down deeply, full of shame.

Chen Ao said: "Can the pleasure boat leave?"

"Yes, yes." The scholar hurriedly said, then left the cabin and gave instructions to the boatmen. The boatman immediately untied the cable, the pleasure boat trembled, and then drove downstream along the river.

The spectators along the coast saw the pleasure boat moving, and knew that Chen Ao had passed the third level. They were immediately uproared and loudly shouted. More people began to applaud. In previous years, it was very rare for those county magistrates to pass the second level. It is important to know that people's energy is not endless, and it is even more so for miscellaneous learning. Being able to master one subject can be admired. Chen Ao passed three levels in a row means that this newly appointed county magistrate is absolutely no less knowledgeable than the top talent in Hangzhou. Even those who win the bets and buy Hangzhou scholars, they can't help but applaud Chen Ao at this time.

In the top room of the restaurant, many Hangzhou officials had different faces. Some shook their heads, some smiled, and some looked a little jealous in their eyes. The fortune made Jiang Bing quilt his beard and chuckled, and he couldn't help but say, "What a talented man from Bianjing. I've heard from His Majesty that this Chen Ao has a good name. I didn't expect that he would be worthy of his reputation. Good."

His words made Coco Lee's face dark and his lips trembled. Coco Lee's impression of Chen Ao was just like that, but the fortune-telling Jiang Bing praised Chen Ao so much that made him feel a little unhappy. There were two meanings in Jiang Bing's words, one seemed to indicate that Chen Ao was his person, and the other was a metaphor for his close contact with the emperor. Every time he heard it, Coco Lee felt very unhappy.

Coco Lee snorted coldly, "It's just a sideways."

Jiang Bing heard this clearly, but he just stroked his beard and smiled slightly, without saying a word.

On the contrary, Jiang Bing said behind him: "Your Majesty is good at poetry, calligraphy and painting. Does Lord Li mean that Your Majesty also likes to study the wrong path?"

This sentence was extremely tricky and directly put a hat on Coco Lee's lord. Coco Lee looked at him and said that the person who spoke was Zhu Xie, the supervisor of the Hangzhou Bureau of Faculty. Zhu Xie used to curry favor with Tong Guan, but then became Jiang Bing's capable general. He was the most capable of changing his mind when he saw Feng. His words were loud and clear, which clearly did not give Coco Lee face. Coco Lee snorted coldly, but did not dare to refute.

Zhu Xie was proud, but Jiang Bing scolded: "Mr. Zhu, don't be rude."

Zhu Xie immediately said, "Yes."

The officials present were so scared that they were even more afraid to speak when they saw this sign. The two major officials from Zhejiang Road were quarreling. Who dared to interrupt? Isn’t this asking for death?

After being silent for a long time, Jiang Bing suddenly said with interest: "Look, the pleasure boat is about to land."

Everyone looked out the window together. Sure enough, the pleasure boat was docked on the isolated island in the river. The isolated island was only a few hundred feet in a radius. A simple pier was set up. The pleasure boat stopped steadily by the pier. Then the boatman tied a cable and saw Chen Ao slowly walking out of the newly-established sampan.

There were many weeping willows planted at the end of the trestle. Below the weeping willow, one person stood with his hands behind his back. This man was quite old, with white hair and beard and wearing a patched blue shirt. When ordinary people saw him, they thought he was a poor gentleman who taught the museum. Anyone who recognized him could not help but be amazed. The spectators along the coast had already started to clamor: "It is Mr. Zhou, the shopkeeper of the Qishitang."

"So it was him? Even Mr. Zhou had taken action. It seems that Chen Ao wanted to pass the test this time, but it was as difficult as climbing to the sky."

The old man named Zhou Dafu came over when he saw Chen Ao and said without changing his face: "Please wait!"

Seeing that he was not young, Chen Ao did not have the arrogance he had just treated others. Respecting the elderly is a tradition. Although the other party made things difficult for him, at least his skills were indispensable, so he bowed to him: "Sir, the name of Gao, sir."

Zhou Dafu said: "Yanyun Yehe has done some small business, and his reputation is not worth mentioning. County Magistrate Chen can pass three levels in a row, which shows his talent. I admire him very much. However, since he wants to go to Baihua Tower to drink, he has to pass this level first."

Chen Ao smiled slightly: "Please give a question, sir."

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