Chapter 1065: 1st Grade? Super Grade!
Chapter 1065: First-class? Super-class! (Seeking monthly ticket, two-in-one)
"It's interesting to downgrade in order..."
Liang Qu rolled up his sleeves, eager to try.
He was not unfamiliar with the name of the visualization diagram.
Many students in Dashun market will never pass the exam to become a scholar in their entire life, but they are full of creativity. This can be seen in many vernacular novels, in which the protagonist accidentally obtains a mysterious visualization picture. It seems ordinary, but in fact the training effect is dozens of times that of others.
I never expected that one day this thing would be created by the Imperial Observatory.
And I will become one of the founders and occupy the top.
Imagine a day thousands of years later, when the roads are connected, the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard, the sun is shining brightly, and under a shack supported by yellow bamboo, a dark-skinned boy digs out a tattered painting from a pit of earth that has been scorched by the sun.
The corners of the painting have been eroded by time like jagged teeth, and the name of the person who signed the painting can no longer be seen. Only the word "Liang" remains.
Just relying on such a visualization picture of unknown origin, the young boy of appropriate age entered the martial arts academy and slaughtered everyone in his way, overwhelming a group of second-generation nobles of the third, second, and even first ranks!
And this is just a piece of calligraphy left by a master named Liang thousands of years ago!
hiss!
Why do I suddenly feel secretly happy?
"Hehehe~"
Lan Jicai paused as he grabbed the door knocker's hand, and looked at him suspiciously: "What are you laughing at?"
"Well, don't worry about it." Liang Qu waved his hand, followed Lan Jicai across the threshold and walked into the room.
Look around.
The room is 50 square meters in size and looks like a calligraphy and painting shop. There are two tables side by side in the middle, and paintings are lined up on the walls, almost as long as wallpaper. There are about a hundred paintings, and the content of each painting is different.
Rivers, sun and moon, mountains, sandy battlefields, rare animals, and huts...
The artistic conception conveyed is also different.
Movement, stillness, evil, leisure, fierceness, tenacity, evil, appearance...
There are so many talented people in the imperial capital.
Although there are only a hundred or so pictures, the variety is quite complete.
The quality is so high that, let alone being used as a hammering method, if it is thrown out unexpectedly, people with a low level of cultivation can be controlled for a few breaths and trapped in it.
The officials of the Imperial Observatory waited for instructions, arranged the materials on the middle table, and followed orders to lay out the largest animal skin paper.
Don't rush into action.
Liang Qu observed them carefully one by one.
The carrier of the painting is not paper, but some kind of animal skin, and not just one, but three kinds of animal skin, six layers stacked on top of each other, and finally as thick as a hard card invitation, which keeps the spirit of Zhenxiang stretched and not dispersed, ensuring the service life.
Most of the picture is dark, like dried blood, and fluorescent orange-red is used in very few places, as if it is the finishing touch. When people glance at it, they are first attracted by the touch of orange-red, and then their field of vision is extended. The focus makes the impact of the whole painting overwhelming!
"What exquisite skills!" Liang Qu exclaimed.
"It's OK." Lan Jicai didn't seem to care, but the corner of his mouth turned up, "After all, we have been researching for more than a year, and several government offices have worked together to solve the problem. I don't know how much money has been spent.
Even now, with so many improvements and efforts to improve material utilization, the cost of making one is still over 20,000 taels, and it was even higher before."
Liang Qu understood the meaning of the string: "It's been like this for a year, and only the Dashun Imperial Observatory can do it! If it's Beiting or Nanjiang, even if you want to do it for eight lifetimes, you can't do it even if you exhaust the national strength!"
"Hahaha! Not really."
The blank spaces outside the visualization images are filled with signatures and seals.
Liang Qu saw many familiar faces.
Duke of Wei Xu Youguang and Duke of Song Feng Xi.
The two dukes had just met on the battlefield years ago, so it was probably left behind before they left.
According to the names, there are also many marquises and earls. After a slight distinction, the strength is basically ranked into three levels: duke, marquis and earl.
The duke is the upper third rank, the marquis is the middle third rank, and the earl is the lower third rank.
"Hey, Wei Xiu?"
Liang Qu stopped and saw another "familiar face" on the mark. There were two pictures left, which were very impressive. One was a blood-red sun, and the other was a battlefield meat grinder. They were shocking, and the murderous aura of the battlefield was just around the corner.
There are not many masters with the surname Wei in the imperial capital.
"Mr. Lan, these two paintings are..."
Lan Jicai took a quick glance and said, "Oh, the Great Sun Visualization Diagram and the Invincible Battle Diagram, left by the Duke of Liang."
really!
Duke of Liang!
Wei Lin’s grandfather!
Liang Qu pointed at the pictures and asked: "What level are these two visualization pictures?"
"According to the previous classification, the Great Sun Visualization Picture is of the first grade, and the Hundred Battles Picture is of the second grade. Duke Liang has been through hundreds of battles and loves to charge into battle. He has a hot temper and a fiery temper. Moreover, he did not make any drafts for the two pictures, but completed them in one go. The Great Sun was drawn first, and then the Hundred Battles. If he took a break in the middle and concentrated on drawing the Hundred Battles Picture, the second picture should also be of the first grade."
Fate!
Liang Qu was ready to go. Seeing that the clerk had already spread out the paper, he opened his hands with great enthusiasm.
"Prepare ink!"
After practicing to this level, his control over his muscles is terrifyingly strong, and his sense of space is also extremely strong.
How far apart people are, how much force they exert, and how much energy they throw out can all be known at a glance, just like laser measurement, to exactly hit the target.
Even if the painting does not have the charm of the masters, it will definitely be lifelike and there is no need for additional learning.
And when he was invited by Lan Jicai, he roughly knew that the visualization diagram was for the grandmaster's artistic conception to be condensed, and it was specially arranged after the retreat!
Anyone who has ever had a dream knows it.
When people just wake up from a dream, they can still recall most of the content, but it will disappear without a trace in less than half a day. After another sleep, there will be almost no trace of it, only fragments.
And it has been less than two hours since Liang Qu was favored by the Lord of Shenghuachuan and slew the dragon!
The energy is still there!
On another day, you may not be able to be in such a top state! The Lord of the River killed the dragon five times! He shot three times and was killed twice, a lifetime of martial arts enlightenment! The clear state of mind of Meng Baihuo!
He is now extremely strong!!!
The clerk bowed and asked: "Master Liang, would you like to make a draft on a piece of white paper first?"
"Do not hit!"
Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted!
The clerk looked at Lan Jicai, mainly worried that Liangqu would not be drawn well the first time and the materials would be wasted.
At the beginning, it was just a piece of animal skin, which cost several thousand taels!
Lan Jicai waved his hand.
The clerk bent down and took out a jar of moist dark red blood from different boxes, which was filled with fragrance. He then took out a purple bamboo spirit pen engraved with dark gold patterns and with an extraordinary aura, and held it up with both hands.
The pen is new.
Liang Qu held the purple bamboo brush, pinched the tip of the brush, and gently started writing.
He closed his eyes and a pair of golden suns appeared in his mind!
Keep adjusting and scaling the dragon, projecting its various postures onto the drawing paper, and choose one.
Concentrate and think.
The entire Imperial Observatory took action upon hearing the news, and one after another finished their work, leaving a few clerks to examine the stars, while those with high ranks all went to the top floor.
"What are you doing? You're not working anymore?"
"What kind of work is this? The Marquis of Xingyi is carving a visualization diagram on the top floor! Do you want to go?"
"Let's go together!"
"Come on, go on, let's go up and take a look!"
"Lord Li, what's going on?" Between the four domes, on the pure copper ground, a teacher from the academy hurriedly grabbed the official who was about to leave. Behind him, there were more than ten young people, all about ten years old. They looked at the wheel in the sky in shock.
Every year in early spring, when school starts, young men from good families come to watch the Siye Jingtian Ceremony, which is almost a custom.
Several schools lined up and took turns to have officials from the Imperial Observatory lead the introduction in order to cultivate the children's sense of awe and honor.
So it has happened every day since March, and today is no exception.
"Marquis Xingyi is doing a visualization on the top floor, let's go and have a look."
Marquis of Xingyi!
Some students pricked up their ears.
Instructor Ji Zhiheng frowned: "What should we do if you leave?"
"That's right." The official frowned. They were all lively and active at that age, and they didn't know how to take things lightly. If they ran around and moved around, they would be the ones who would be in trouble. After thinking it over, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go together!"
Ji Zhiheng's eyes lit up: "Can I meet the Marquis of Xingyi?"
"Row!"
The students were overjoyed and repeatedly confirmed that they had not heard wrongly.
I can actually meet the Marquis of Xingyi today? "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Run!" Teacher Ji Zhiheng waved his hand and led the students to run up the stairs, and he did not forget to remind them, "Don't talk nonsense when you see the Marquis of Xingyi. Anyone who dares to say or do something nonsense will go home today. Do you hear me?"
"heard it."
Visualize the interior.
When Liang Qu finished his speech and opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by officials and even young boys. The room was so crowded that it was airtight. Everyone held their breath for fear of being disturbed.
Liang Qu was used to it.
This is how you get ahead.
Small scene.
call.
He let out a long breath, drained the water from the purple bamboo brush that had been soaked in cold water, sank his wrist, and completely immersed the brush tip in the fragrant blood. After washing it with the "paint", he licked the brush slightly and hung it on the animal skin paper.
The pen moves like a dragon and a snake!
The tip of the pen spread out blood-red scales, winding out a graceful posture!
Dragon!
Everyone recognized it at a glance.
Others may not know, but the Imperial Observatory knows best.
The fate of Xingyi Hou is like a dragon crossing a river. His growth environment and development are closely related to water. So drawing a dragon is definitely his specialty.
Judging from the imagery, it is guaranteed to be second grade, and there is hope for first grade!
The fire in the heart burns fiercely, and the essence and spirit turn into fuel, flowing out from the purple bamboo pen.
The Qi sea, which is more than four hundred times larger than his own, is actually decreasing!
It's really mysterious.
Liang Qu felt his own state, gathered his thoughts, and devoted himself to it. The dragon on the tip of his pen became more and more flamboyant, its rotating body full of explosive power. With one stroke of the brush, the dragon swung its body, as if it was going to break through the scroll and hit the person!
With just this one stroke, the human wall unconsciously took half a step back.
The so-called finishing touch is the key to a painting’s life.
At the moment, it is just a lifeless dragon, but the artistic conception is already so strong.
After adding the finishing touch, it will become a masterpiece!
There are only twelve first-grade visualization paintings in the entire studio!
Everyone thought again and continued to hold their breath.
The students' eyes widened. Thanks to the protection of the masters of the Imperial Observatory, nothing was seriously wrong. They just felt that the dragon was extremely majestic.
Liang Qu's eyes were bright as he absorbed the ink, licked the ink and painted in one go. In just a quarter and a half hours, a ferocious dragon with empty eyes appeared on the paper, forcing everyone to take three steps back.
Coming?
The official was frightened by the hollow dragon. He swallowed his saliva and trembled with fear. However, under the urging of countless eyes, he did not dare to delay. He opened the box and took out a jar of fluorescent orange fuel, which was so bright that it looked like a cluster of flames.
Liang Qu quickly controlled the water to wash the brush, dipped the purple bamboo brush in a little orange, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he suddenly tapped on the dragon's eyes.
"Roar!"
The majestic dragon roar exploded, lingering in everyone's ears. As they looked at the dragon, they felt as hot as if they were wrapped in boiling water. All the pores on their bodies tightened. Those with shallow cultivation fell to the ground in an instant, struggling to get up.
Great pressure and endless oppression.
There was a sense of agility in it, as if... as if Marquis Xingyi had just seen it with his own eyes!
One product!
It is definitely first-class, and the best among the first-class!
Enough to rank among the top six in the studio!
Lan Jicai exclaimed.
"Is this kid in such a good state today?"
Artistic conception, apart from one's own ability, is inseparable from life experience. Compared with other dukes, the 25-year-old Liang Qu is undoubtedly at a disadvantage in this regard...
"Amazing!" Lan Jicai exclaimed. He was about to have someone apply another layer of animal skin to quickly restrain the spirit of the visualization diagram and complete the preparation, but Liang Qu raised his hand to stop him.
It's not over yet!
In front of everyone, Liang Qu continued to wash his brush, staining it with blood again.
"Ok?"
The officials of the Imperial Observatory looked back at the visualization diagram in surprise and suddenly realized something was wrong.
Previously, my attention was focused on the tip of the pen, but now I can see the whole picture and find that the dragon does not occupy the center of the entire drawing paper, but is located to the right of the center! It only occupies a part of the picture!
Such a mighty dragon is only a semi-finished product!
Not finished yet!
Some people seemed to be hesitant to speak, their fingers moving nervously.
How about we stop here?
A single dragon is enough. If you go any higher, you might end up making things worse. It's like singing a song. If you start with a high pitch, you won't be able to sing the rest of the song. If you force yourself to sing high, you'll either break the voice or the pitch will be lowered, which will be weird.
They really couldn't bear it.
But most of the thoughts were silent.
Look again to avoid offending anyone.
Maybe Liang Qu was singing his praises at the time and didn't realize that he had raised the tone so high that he was asking for trouble.
Some people thought differently, secretly wondering if Liang Qu had already realized that he was young and full of energy, and was being watched by everyone, so he couldn't come down from the stage, and was waiting for someone to give him a way out? Maybe he could sell it well if he went up himself?
With various thoughts in mind, Liang Qu had already taken action.
He had no hesitation and just kept moving forward. The latter had no time to think about whether to remind him or not. A big hand appeared on the screen and his robe fluttered behind him, as if blown by the wind. There were waves everywhere and all the onlookers felt the mighty river breeze and the dampness blowing on their faces.
This is a half-body statue of a god, standing high above the nine heavens, overlooking the dragon!
A majesty that is completely different from that of a dragon!
Is it possible...
Looking at the dragon on the right, Lan Jicai was reminded of Liang Qu’s “famous skills” when he fought against Harukhan in the past!
Could it be...
The purple bamboo brush rose and fell, and the god became more and more complete. Its unique posture and painting technique of drawing things larger when near and smaller when far away actually suppressed the previously insolent and ferocious dragon!
The best of the best!
grunt.
The official from the Imperial Observatory swallowed.
A single dragon is originally a first-grade visualization picture. Drawing a deity can actually suppress the dragon. Could it be that... it's not just raising the tone, but it can really reach a higher level?
call.
Sweat oozed from Liang Qu's forehead as he tried hard to dig out his memories, experiences, and insights. As the divine general described, the sea of qi in his body shrank rapidly like burning willow catkins.
Until the divine general was finished, everyone was in a trance. The dragons, which clearly occupied half of the picture, seemed to have shrunk infinitely!
Not only that, it’s not over yet!
Lan Jicai stared at it intently, knowing that there was a most critical node in this painting, which was the real finishing touch!
pat!
Sweat dripped onto the floor.
The fire in his heart flickered and burned fiercely. Liang Qu's spirit was boosted to the extreme. Veins on his forearms were bulging. Under the gaze of everyone, the tip of the pen was placed in the hands of the god. In a trance, it seemed that the person painting was no longer Liang Qu, but the god in the painting!
The gods moved.
He stepped out of the drawing, held the purple bamboo pen, stained with orange, and suddenly pulled out a piece of residual image from his palm!
It seems slow but is actually fast, it seems false but is actually real, it seems to exist but is actually not.
For a moment, the onlookers felt dizzy and their temples were throbbing. They could not tell the difference between illusion and reality, and between what was inside the painting and what was outside it.
They tried their best to open their eyes wide, but in the end they could not catch anything. They just felt their whole bodies trembling, as if the stroke was not drawn on the animal skin paper, but on their scalp!
what!
When everyone came back to their senses in fear, they touched their brains as if they had been cut by a cold dagger.
A straight spear is already across the center of the picture.
Just like a pair of sharp scissors, it jumps out of the picture and cuts the whole piece of paper into two!
The view follows the spear.
"Roar!"
The dragon roared again, but it was no longer majestic or oppressive. Instead, the roar was filled with misery!
The complete dragon in the picture is struggling and twisting, crossing the river, and pieces of dragon scales are exploding like pine cones.
Endless scarlet poured out, dyeing the blank lake blood red!
The pupils of the officials of the Imperial Observatory lost focus.
a long time.
Instructor Ji Zhiheng fell to the ground, all the pores on his body opened, sweat came out all at once, and he fell on his back.
Liang Qu supported him.
The students were confused.
What happened?
I was just drawing a picture, why are you all lying down?
Lan Jicai pinched a piece of animal skin in his hand, covered it with his own hands, and sealed it with a serious look: "Ordinary visualization pictures are only for galloping horses and wolf smoke, and a few can be used to hone tiger hunting. Your picture of beheading a dragon is a perfect visualization, and I'm afraid you can only gain a little bit!"
"Mr. Lan, what rank do you think it should be?"
"Can you draw another one like it?"
Liang Qu thought for a moment and shook his head.
Lan Jicai did not hesitate.
"Excellent!"
(End of this chapter)