Chapter 234 – Ten Realms Of Painting! (1/2)

Chapter 234: Ten realms of painting!

Li Muyang looked at Chu Ning smilingly, saying: “It will be difficult for you. If I have a princess as my servant, should I get her to wash my clothes or ma.s.sage my shoulders? Maybe I'll tell her to striptease for me——but I've heard that princesses never move their four limbs and can't distinguish the five grains apart, they probably can't do anything, right? Well then, this is too disadvantageous for me.”

“Li Muyang——” Chu Ning leaned her head close to Li Muyang's face, kept a genial and charming smile, but her words were filled with a frightening, murderous intent. “I will certainly kill you.”

“There are many people that wants to kill me.” Li Muyang smiled back, but vicious currents were rapidly rising inside.

For some reason, he now extremely disliked arrogant bullies talking to him, and especially disliked when people who use words such as 'kill' and 'death' all the time.

He simply felt that he was the most prideful and honourable existence, the mighty invincible Dragon King, and for these small human beings to dare talk to him in that tone——

Li Muyang hurriedly composed his emotions.

What a terrible experience; now he frequently began to think of himself as the Dragon King and was easily affected by his most arrogant and full-of-himself personality that thinks he is the best in the world. Even when facing the Princess of West Wind he could not hold back this kind of strong, domineering personality that seemed idiotic to others and blurted out inappropriate words that would provoke others to anger.

It was all the Dragon King's fault!

“You'll know later——” Chu Ning patted Li Muyang on the shoulder and said with a smile, “Who do you think I am?”

“Third child?”

Chu Ning decided to stop quarrelling with Li Muyang, walked over to the painting table, picked up a Xuanzhou brush, dipped it in ink, and began to paint the image in her mind.

During her argument with Li Muyang, she had already made mental notes and worked out a draft in her mind.

Having been learning painting for so many years, she had lost count of the number of times she had drew peach blossom. Each year during the spring season when peach trees were in blossom, she would organise trips to the peach orchards in the outskirts with the daughters and sons of high-ranking officers where they would enjoy wine and paint. She was very experienced in both landscape art and freestyle painting.

All she had to do was reproduce the best picture she had drawn before for these people to admire, then she would surely overwhelm Li Muyang this unsophisticated country boy who had not seen much in life.

This time the painting Chu Ning was recreating was 'The boy racing in spring', a prize-winning work from her last garden tour, which had received many compliments from masters and teachers of Tiandu. According to the court painters, the original piece needed only some minor changes to be perfect.

With Chu Ning's arm movement, and a few strokes of her brush, large shades of pink peach blossom emerged on the white Xuan paper. The peach blossoms, lively and blazing, spread to the corners of the Xuan paper, giving the feeling that the peach orchard was grand, vast and endless.

Under the peach blossom trees, were youngsters in groups of three of four laughing and playing. What caught the most attention was a snowy-white skin boy holding a freshly-picked peach blossom skipping toward the crowd, and another two boys behind waving a sprig chasing after him——

Because of her confidence and preparation, Chu Ning painted briskly, her brush strokes frequent and close. In just a moment's time, the Xuan paper in front of her has been filled with scenery and characters.

Of course, Chu Ning did it intentionally.

Not only did she want to be better than Li Muyang, but she wanted to paint faster than Li Muyang.

She planned to defeat Li Muyang with a crus.h.i.+ng gesture, giving him no room to fight back.

While Chu Ning's brush strokes were falling like rain, Li Muyang was still planning a mental sketch.

He walked up and down in front of the painting table. The spread out Xuan paper was still completely white, without a drop of ink on it whatsoever.

“Sister w.a.n.g, Li Muyang knows how to paint, right?” Seeing Li Muyang deep in thought, Lin Canghai could not help but worry.

Qiandu shook her head, explaining: “Although Muyang cla.s.smate words are sharp and too exaggerated, but he handles matters methodically. Since he accepted the challenge, it means he has already foreseen the possibilities of how this would turn out in his mind. Maybe he's thinking about the theme and concept of his work.”

Lin Canghai's mouth widened into a smile. “You do trust him.”

“He is indeed trustworthy.” Qiandu answered.

“I had always felt like there's some story between you two. It's like you two knew each other before.” Lin Canghai said in his lowest voice.

Qiandu smiled, yet did not answer.

Chu Ning's work was about to be finished, when Li Muyang's brush still has not touched his paper. Therefore, almost half of the students of the Inst.i.tute of Art had gathered around Chu Ning's painting.