As Shao Zhu listened to Wang An's words, he suddenly felt that even if he had traveled through time, he was still inferior to the natives in some ways.
For example, other people's imagination is obviously much bigger than his.
When Wang An saw Shao Zhu approaching, he subconsciously stood up straight, then handed the painting over with both hands, his attitude extremely cautious, and seemed a little flustered: "Immortal Lord, your talisman."
Shao Zhu was a little confused: "What talisman?"
Kun Jingming, who had been watching from the side, stepped forward and whispered to him, "It's all sealed, isn't it just a talisman?"
Shao Zhu: ...
It's okay to force me to add metaphysical skills.
So, Shao, who didn't want to "leave the subject for the profound," said seriously, "This is a painting."
Wang An blinked, a look of surprise on his face. "It's a painting? But it's different from any painting I've seen before."
Shao Zhu put the painting back on the drawing board and said, "This is called a sketch."
Now that it was revealed that it was a painting, Wang An could temporarily remove the filter he had for Lang Yun and look at the painting carefully.
Although there is only one color, it looks very rich.
In particular, it simulates the changes in light and shadow, and because of this, Wang An feels that the shadow is sealed inside.
Different from the painting method popular in Qi today, this one is more realistic, detailed and detailed.
Then I heard Shao Zhu say, "It was drawn with charcoal, so it's naturally different from those drawn with ink."
Wang An quickly captured the key words.
charcoal.
His eyes immediately locked onto the pen in Shao Zhu's hand.
Before, I couldn't see it clearly because I was far away, but now that I'm closer, I can clearly see the shape of the charcoal pencil.
Compared to the bare ones commonly used in Fenghe County today, this one appears to be more slender, and is obviously wrapped with a wooden pole, with a refill in the middle and a pointed tip in the front.
Wang An was just worrying about his brothers' black hands and was thinking about how to make the charcoal pencil more useful.
Now when he saw what Shao Zhu was holding, his eyes lit up.
Sometimes, inspiration just needs a gentle hint and it will appear naturally.
Especially since Wang An had been doing carpentry for a long time and was a professional in this craft, several production methods instantly appeared in his mind.
But he quickly denied it.
He kept muttering, "Should I just cut it into long thin strips and stuff it into the wood? No, that's not right, it will break. The other way is to make a groove first and then put it in, but that won't ensure that the charcoal will stay in the wood..."
As he spoke, the desire to make charcoal temporarily overwhelmed his previous cautious awe.
Then, Wang An looked up at Shao Zhu, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Please enlighten me, Immortal Venerable. How can I get this charcoal pencil?"
Shao Zhu blinked.
How to get it?
Of course, I would go to a stationery store... or buy it from the system.
However, he knew that the person was asking about the method, but he was just an ordinary consumer and had not studied the production process.
Kun Jingming reminded from the side: "Aren't the art department here?"
Shao Zhu's eyes lit up.
Yes! We have professionals here!
So Shao Zhu prepared to call for help.
At this moment, they both felt a shock in their pockets.
Before I took it out to look at it, the next second, I saw a female classmate not far away suddenly turn around and walk towards me with big strides.
Shao Zhu recognized the person at first glance as Fang Qing from the Fine Arts Department.
So he asked, "Why are you here before I even called you?"
Then he felt Kun Jingming poking him.
Looking back, I saw the system task update on the phone screen.
【Making charcoal 0/1】.
【Painting art exchange 0/1】.
Emmmm
It turns out that the indigenous people are all walking mission launchers!
Fang Qing was obviously attracted by these two task prompts.
She is tall, with long black hair casually tied up, giving her a rather lazy look.
At this moment, Fang Qing nodded to Shao Zhu and said softly, "Thank you. How did you trigger the mission?"
Shao Zhu didn't know how to explain it.
So he recalled what had just happened and honestly said, "It was blown by the strong wind?"
Fang Qing: ???
Fang Qing did not dwell too much on the source of the task. She quickly looked at Wang An and talked to him about the charcoal pencil.
To be honest, Fang Qing had no experience in making charcoal pencils. He had only read some relevant information and tried to wrap paper and pencils himself.
In short, it is still just talk.
Fortunately, just this gentle hint was what Wang An wanted.
He had some inspiration and could not stay in the square any longer. After thanking the immortals, he trotted home, ready to put theory into practice and try a few things out first.
On the other hand, many people noticed the sketch.
Because Langyun was planning the temple and square, many students were writing and drawing on boards, which naturally attracted the attention of the indigenous people.
So the workers present told Shi Mo, who was teaching them, about this.
But he said it vaguely: "Master, the paintings of immortals are very different from what we usually see."
Shi Mo asked, "Tell me in detail, what's the difference?"
The worker thought for a long time before replying seriously, "It's different everywhere."
Shi Mo: ...
During these days, Shi Mo knew that Immortal Langyun was different from others.
They dress differently, behave differently, and use many things they have never seen before.
Not to mention anything else, just the mobile solar generators that are usually placed outside are enough to amaze people.
County Magistrate Zhuang also mentioned that the things of immortals are inherently different, so there is no need to be too curious, so as not to disturb the immortals' peace.
But this time it's a new painting.
Shi Mo's teacher, Master Mo, pursued the art of painting all his life. As a student, I had to go there even for the sake of my teacher.
So Shi Mo went to visit Fang Qing, and got a sketch that Fang Qing had just used for practice.
Shi Sanlang took just one look and went straight to Mr. Mo's house.
At this time, Mr. Mo was painting.
Since Fenghe County's paper has greatly improved papermaking technology, hardware upgrades will inevitably lead to software updates.
Now Mr. Mo has more painting styles to try, and he is obsessed with calligraphy and painting every day.
When Shi Mo arrived, Master Mo waved without even looking up, "Come and take a look at this horse painting of mine."
Shi Mo replied without hesitation: "Excellent painting, very lifelike."
As soon as he said this, Master Mo raised his head and looked at him: "When you close your eyes and play, it means you have something on your mind. Tell me, what's the matter with you?"
Shi Mo saw that he was seen through and smiled a little embarrassedly.
But he didn't say much, and quickly walked forward and handed the sketch he had with him to Mr. Mo.
Mr. Mo took one look and then sat up suddenly.
There is also a horse on it.
But compared with the horses painted by Master Mo, it is less graceful and not as agile.
But, the biggest feature is that it is true.
So true.
It's like taking a piece of paper and rubbing it on the horse!
Mr. Mo guessed the origin of the painting almost immediately: "Was it made by an immortal?"
Shi Mo replied, "Yes, the fairy said it's called a sketch. I asked carefully and was told it was drawn with charcoal." He paused. "And the fairy said that as long as you master the tricks and practice diligently, even ordinary people can learn to paint like this."
After these words were spoken, Master Mo stared at the picture in front of him for a long time without saying a word.
After a long while, he said, "I'm afraid this thing will bring a shock to Qi that is comparable to the Fenghe Paper."
Shi Mo was extremely surprised when he heard this: "Why is this?"
As he spoke, he looked at the sketch.
Although he was surprised when he first saw the painting, it was just surprise.
After carefully observing the whole journey, Shi Mo felt that he had returned to the truth, but because of this, there was less room for imagination. For Shi Mo, he still preferred the freehand ink painting.
I never expected that my teacher, who is good at calligraphy and painting, would speak so highly of a charcoal sketch!
Master Mo had no intention of hiding anything, but said directly, "I can't yet explain the benefits of this painting, nor do I know where it can be used. But what I do know is that if the immortals can teach painting skills, then in the future, countless people in Qi will choose to paint this kind of painting."
Shi Mo was even more shocked: "Master, I am too dull to understand what you said."
Mr. Mo had a thousand things to say, but in the end he only said one thing: "Where there is charcoal, there is this painting."
Shi Sanlang instantly understood what Master Mo meant.
For ordinary people, aesthetic tastes are different, and they like different paintings. It is normal for them to have different preferences.
But what Mo Fuzi saw was not personal preference, but the possibility of promotion.
In other words, who can learn to paint?
Thinking of this, Shi Mo subconsciously looked at the scroll hanging on the wall by Master Mo.
Ordinary painting is not something that ordinary people can learn just by wanting to.
Not to mention the hard work and effort involved, just the cost of the pens, ink, paper and inkstone required is not something that ordinary people can afford.
Moreover, when painting, all kinds of pigments must be prepared and all kinds of brushes must be of appropriate thickness, not to mention that some people like to add some expensive things to the pigments.
This means that most people have no access to painting at all.
But now this sketch is different, all you need is a piece of paper and a pen.
Even though we still don’t know how difficult it is to learn sketching, the raw materials are so common and Fenghe County can produce suitable paper. Compared with ordinary paintings, the materials used for sketching are definitely cheap.
By then, it will be like the reading wave brought about by Fenghe Paper.
As the threshold becomes lower, more people will inevitably flock in.
By then, the tide will rise and the sketch will probably spread rapidly.
After figuring this out, Shi Mo immediately said, "Master, you are absolutely right. If that's the case, what should we do?"
Master Mo took a deep breath, then slowly stood up and said softly, "Go prepare a generous gift. I want to visit the immortal."
That afternoon, Master Mo came with gifts, hoping to have an exchange of calligraphy and painting with Fairy Fang Qing.
Fang Qing would not refuse even for the sake of the mission, and even agreed to let them open a sketching course.
Master Mo was very grateful, and thought that the immortal was so kind and benevolent that he could pass on such a wonderful method to the world and benefit the people.
Fang Qing didn't let him wait too long and quickly began to teach the basics of sketching.
The first student was undoubtedly Mr. Mo.
Fang Qing knew he had some basics, so she skipped the previous general knowledge and said directly, "If you want to learn sketching well, you have to draw slowly and learn to operate through the proportions of light and shadow to make everything unified. At the same time, you have to use the painting tools better." As she spoke, she looked at the charcoal pencils commonly used in Fenghe County. "This one is a bit rough, but it will work."
Mr. Mo looked at Fang Qing's charcoal pencil with envy: "I wonder if this pencil of yours is easy to come by?"
Fang Qing smiled and said, "That depends on the progress of your research." She glanced at the task progress bar on her phone and said, "At the moment, it looks like it will take some time."
Although Master Mo didn't know how the immortal made his judgment, various signs during the reconstruction of Fenghe County showed that what the immortal said was right.
So Mr. Mo stopped asking about the charcoal pencils and just listened carefully to the basics of sketching.
Then Fang Qing said, "Someone once said that sketching is the highest point of painting, sculpture, and architecture. It is the source and soul of all art forms." As he spoke, he showed him the design drawing of the fairy temple.
Mr. Mo is a smart man and he understands things immediately.
He stroked his beard in amazement, his face wrinkled with smile. "I wonder who this immortal is? Has he come to Fenghe County?"
Fang Qing said softly, "He probably can't come, but I can tell you his name."
"What's your name?"
"Michelangelo Buonarroti."
Mr. Mo: ...Well, you are indeed an immortal, your name is really long.
Although Mr. Mo had profound attainments in painting, he was not the fastest learner of sketching.
On the contrary, Ding Jiu, who came from a farming family, made rapid progress.
With the opening of the sketching course, many curious people signed up.
When others were still drawing eggs, he could already start drawing still lifes such as tables, chairs and cups.
Of course, his favorite thing is to draw food.
For example, Ding Jiu not only drew the stewed pork, but also pasted the picture on the head of his bed like a treasure and stared at it every day.
He not only painted in class, but also painted during the breaks in building the temple. He was very diligent.
Wang Er was puzzled: "What's the point of learning to draw this?"
Ding Jiu said seriously, "Of course it's useful. I've asked the immortals, and they've found that it can be used for everything from building a house to decorating it. Furthermore, I heard from my brother that this skill is also useful in government offices."
Wang Er couldn't help but blink.
He knew that Ding Jiu had a brother who worked in the county magistrate's office, but he couldn't figure out why the office wanted a painter.
At this moment, three children suddenly appeared running towards me.
They are Wang An’s two younger brothers and Wang Er’s daughter Nizi.
He quickly stood up and hugged his daughter who flew towards him, and lowered his voice: "Why are you here so early today? Where is your brother?"
Nizi replied obediently: "I don't know, I haven't seen my brother for a few days."
Wang Er was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and realized that it seemed like he hadn't seen Wang An for some time.
Before, I thought that the child had heavy schoolwork and had to deal with things in the private school, so he had no time to come to the temple.
But now it seems that he is not just busy with his studies.
This made Wang Er suddenly nervous.
Although Fenghe County is thriving now, it is not completely safe. There will always be a few people with bad intentions.
Although Wang An looks steady, he is actually not very old.
If I am led astray by those bad guys, how can I explain to my brother?
Thinking of this, Wang Er immediately looked at the other two children and asked, "Do you know where An Lang went after school?"
The two children said in unison: "Brother is home."
Wang An was stunned: "That's it?"
"Yeah, my brother stays at home every day."
"My brother said he is doing something big."
"Always burning wood and rubbing charcoal ashes."
"And carpentry work!"
The two children were silent and their words were somewhat incoherent, leaving Wang Er completely confused.
Because it is brighter today and the sun sets earlier, it is already getting dark.
So he said to Ding Jiu, "Keep an eye on this place. I'll go check on the kid."
Ding Jiu also knew the situation of Wang Er's family. He didn't ask any more questions and just nodded and agreed: "Just go ahead, I'll take care of this."
Wang Er thanked him, then called his wife Tang and prepared to take the three children home.
But before he could walk far, he saw someone running towards him.
Although the square has not been built yet, the area is spacious and anyone who comes here can see everything clearly.
Logically speaking, the identity should be identified quickly.
However, the one that came now was a little hard to recognize.
The reason is nothing else, it's just that this person's face is a bit dark...
And it's not the natural black color, but it looks like his face is covered with black ash, one streak after another, making him look a bit disheveled and a bit scary.
Especially when he was running and laughing, showing his two rows of big white teeth.
Nizi was the first to shiver, and she turned her head and hugged her father's neck.
The two brothers also gasped and said repeatedly: "Oh no, oh no, Second Uncle, Youya has become a spirit!"
Wang An: …
He hurriedly patted his daughter's back soothingly, and then wanted to call someone to help.
No matter whether it is a goblin or something else, just catch it first!
But before Wang Er could open his mouth, he heard the "tooth spirit" over there speak first: "Second uncle, it's me!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes immediately looked over.
Nizi blinked her big, watery eyes and was the first to say, "Brother An?"
The tooth fairy smiled widely.
Wang Er also breathed a sigh of relief. Although the shape was a bit strange, it was better than something weird.
Then he handed Nizi to Tang and went over. As he walked, he took out a cloth he had with him and prepared to wipe Wang An, muttering, "Whose chimney did you go into? How could you get yourself into this state? It's late at night, aren't you afraid of scaring anyone?"
Wang An was so excited that he didn't realize how unsightly he looked. Only after being reminded did he realize, "Maybe I accidentally got a little bit of it on myself when I was fiddling with the charcoal ash."
……A little bit?
You've clearly rolled in a pile of charcoal!
But soon Wang Er asked him, "Why are you messing around with charcoal ash, kid?"
Wang An smiled immediately. Even though his face was dark, it couldn't hide the happy light in his eyes.
Then, Wang Er saw Wang An take out something, as if he was taking out a treasure.
Wang Er saw a piece of wooden stick.
No, it's not just a wooden stick. It has a black core in the middle and is pointed at the front.
So he asked in confusion, "What is this?"
Wang An handed it over with a smile, his voice filled with undisguised excitement: "It's a charcoal pencil! I made it according to the immortal's method!"
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