Chapter 4: Fame in one fell swoop

This is a masterpiece of eternal song, but it has not won applause or praise, quiet, dead silence!

Chen Wanrong has long been familiar with this song "Liangzhou Ci" and I love it from the bottom of my heart. I didn't expect that this famous piece that has been passed down through the ages was born under such circumstances. I became a witness. The excitement in my heart cannot be described by the pen and ink, and I am extremely honored!

Zheng Qing and the others never expected that Wang Han would not say anything in a perfect manner, but such a good sentence would be passed down through the ages, which was shocking.

After a long time, colorful sounds rose everywhere, and Chen Wanrong and the others exclaimed in unison: "Good sentences, masterpieces of eternal sings!"

Wang Han smiled and bowed in a row: "I've been awarded too much, I've been awarded too much! Although this sentence is good, it's just not suitable to use it here. I'm ashamed, ashamed!"

Wu Daozi spoke first: "Brother Wang's words are wrong!" Yangyangyang said in his hand and said with a smile: "Isn't this the luminous cup of grape wine? As for the good sentences behind it, it is artistic conception. Only Brother Wang is as talented as he can recite such a wild and unrestrained way, and wander in the realm of the infinite! "

"What a wonderful thing, this is the word!" Chen Wanrong put down the luminous cup, clenched his high-quality master for a while, shook his head and admired him.

Zheng Qing raised her glass and suggested: "Cheer to Brother Wang's famous works, do it!" He raised his bare hands on his lips and drank slowly. His movements were elegant, like a beautiful landscape.

Chen Wanrong and the others clinked their glasses and raised their necks to drink, but they were not as gentle as Zheng Qing.

Ma Zhizhong grabbed the wine pot and sifted the wine, sifted while sifting the wine: "Grape wine is luminous, and the pipa is urging immediately. Don't laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war in ancient times?" Later, Chen Wanrong, Zheng Qing, and Wu Daozi said in unison, and the chanting was loud, and the wine was fragrant, and the beautiful scenery outside the window was at the highest place.

"What a luminous glass of grape wine!" The door creaked and the figure of the shopkeeper Zhou appeared at the door like a meat ball. He clasped his fists and asked for advice: "Which talented man is it a good poem? Zhou is jealous and wants to know the master."

Wang Han held his fists and bowed: "Shopkeeper Zhou has been too rewarded. Wang Han occasionally gained something. If it doesn't attract the eyes of Manager Zhou, please don't laugh."

"It turns out it's Mr. Wang, I'm so reverent!" Manager Zhou smiled and bowed to Wang Han, straightened his waist: "What a great honor to have you all come to Wangjiang Tower. In order to express his gratitude to you, I'll invite you."

Ma Zhizhong pointed at Manager Zhou and joked: "Boss Zhou, how long have you started to admire scholars?"

"Shopkeeper Ma, look at what you said, it seems like I don't respect scholars? If I don't respect scholars, I will pay this luminous cup without any money? Only when a famous scholar can use the luminous cup, isn't it the luminous cup?" Zhou Jiangui retorted.

Ma Zhizhong laughed and was in a very good mood. He pointed at Wu Daozi: "Shopkeeper Zhou, this Mr. Wu's painting skills are excellent. If you don't take this opportunity to ask for some magic treasures, you will be blind."

Zheng Qing's arithmetic, Wang Han's poetry talent, and Manager Zhou had seen it, but hesitated and refused to reply. Wu Daozi's awesome man didn't want to paint for him. He smiled and said, "Boss Zhou, don't listen to Manager Ma's love. I'm just a rough painting skill. I dare not speak out. Don't taint your pen and ink."

That's right, Manager Zhou nodded and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say. I'll add some food to you." He is a smart person. In any case, Ma Zhizhong has already proposed it. Even if he doesn't ask for Mobao, he should make some statements, otherwise Ma Zhizhong's face will not look good.

Wang Han picked up the wine glass and rushed to Manager Zhou: "Thank you, Manager Zhou."

Chen Wanrong patted on the table and said, "We appreciate the beauty of Manager Zhou. However, we cannot accept the reward without any merits. Manager Zhou thought that Brother Wu's painting skills were just average, so why not try it?"

"Brother Chen!" Wu Daozi hurriedly stopped him.

Chen Wanrong seemed to not understand, stared at the shopkeeper Zhou and said, "If Brother Wu cannot become famous in one fell swoop, I will treat the drinkers today."

Wangjiang Tower is the largest restaurant on the shore of Qujiang. There are many famous people among the drinkers here. If Wu Daozi really wants to write a word here, he may become famous in one fell swoop. Today, there are Wang Han’s masterpieces of eternal songs, and Wu Daozi’s paintings, all of which are all in poetry and paintings, and they will become eternal legends. They will be passed down from generation to generation. If this happens in life, what else can we ask for?

Besides, this is also a way to make Wu Daozi famous, why not do it?

Manager Zhou was stunned. Ma Zhizhong slapped the table and raised his voice: "Boss Zhou, why don't you go and get the canvas brush? How could you be so slow?" He naturally wanted to help Chen Wanrong get things done.

After a few consecutive responses, Manager Zhou rolled out like a meat ball.

Wu Daozi complained: "Brother Chen, why are you doing this?"

Chen Wanrong's smile remained unchanged and asked back: "Brother Wu, do you know how Wang Bo became famous?"

Wang Han took the conversation in response and chanted: "The houses are rushing to the ground, bells are singing and eating at the cauldron. The boats and ships are confused, the blue birds and yellow dragons are the axis. The clouds are gone, and the rain is gone, and the colors are bright. The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, and the autumn water is the same as the sky. The fishing boats sing in the evening, and the sound is deep in the shore of Pengli. The geese are shocked and the cold, and the sound is broken in Hengyang. "The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, and the autumn water is the same as the sky', a famous line for the ages! It is wonderful and wonderful!" This is a good sentence from Wang Bo in "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", a work that has lasted for thousands of years.

Although Wang Bo became famous at a young age, the one who really made him a master of all ages was this "Preface to the Pavilion of Tengwang". When he attended the banquet, he was looked down upon. Before he finished writing the "Preface to the Pavilion of Tengwang", the audience was shocked, and thus became famous in one fell swoop, establishing his position as a master in the Chinese literary world.

Wu Daozi understood Chen Wanrong's intention. He is now in a difficult situation and his life is difficult. All he lacks is an opportunity to become famous. Although Wangjiang Tower is not the best place, it is also a good choice. If you really want to paint, you might be able to make a big splash and hold your fists and bow: "Thank you, Brother Chen!"

Zheng Qing high-highlights: "Okay! We're just waiting to appreciate Brother Wu's masterpiece!"

Wang Han was also happy and picked up the wine glass and said, "Come on, we wish Brother Wu a good name to be revealed in the world!" Everyone picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

Wangjiang Tower is a place where famous scholars gather. From time to time, famous scholars want to recite poems and paint, asking for ink treasures. These things are ready-made. Manager Zhou turned around for a moment, followed by a waiter behind him and presented the ink treasures.

"Please!" Manager Zhou didn't believe it. Out of etiquette, he asked in a faint manner, held his hands in front of his chest, and stood aside and watched quietly.

Wu Daozi took action, opened the canvas, shook his head and said, "Please change to a large one. This three-foot cloth will not show my skills."

"Draw one first, then change it." Manager Zhou didn't want to waste the canvas.

Chen Wanrong said nothing, took out a golden cake and threw it on the table: "Give me a high-end canvas, as Brother Wu said."

Looking at the golden cake, Manager Zhou was a little hesitant. Ma Zhizhong coughed clearly. Manager Zhou couldn't resist and ordered the waiter to go and handle it. When the waiter turned around, he held a canvas in his hand. Chen Wanrong and the others helped to spread it. One meter long and several feet wide, Wu Daozi nodded and said, "Just it!"

Wang Han helped arrange the brush and ink, and Chen Wanrong and others helped lay it on the floor. Wu Daozi picked up the brush and stood in front of the canvas. Without thinking, he picked up the brush and drew it. He only drew a few strokes. Manager Zhou screamed in a scream: "Light-light cup, luminous cup, is a luminous cup!"

He was right. Wu Daozi painted the dragon with a luminous cup, crystal clear and colorful, just like jade, no difference from the luminous cup on the table. What’s more magical is that the luminous cup in the painting is more beautiful and elegant, with the thin tiny of the wine in the cup visible, and the fragrance of the wine is everywhere, making people feel the urge to float three large cups.

"Okay!" Chen Wanrong and the others cheered in unison.

Manager Zhou kept rubbing his hands and exclaimed: "Although I am not a scholar, I have seen others painting, and I always have to ponder for a while and then start writing. Like Mr. Wu, if you don't think about it, and if you write with a helper, you will be the first to see him! Mr. Wu is very talented, but Zhou doesn't know much, so I offend him. Please forgive me!" He bowed with his fists and was respectful.

With Wu Daozi's genius, who can't accept it? He was arrogant at first but respectful at the end. Ma Zhizhong smiled and patted him on his shoulder: "Lao Zhou, you are ready to treat him."

"Sure, certain!" Manager Zhou agreed happily, stroked his round belly and kept laughing: "Mr. Zhou opened his eyes today. He was a master of mathematics, poetry and painting skills. How lucky, how lucky!"

While he was talking, Wu Daozi had already painted five luminous cups. Until now, his paintings were full of excitement and uncontrollable. He picked up a pen and slapped it in his mouth, held one in his left hand, and held one in his right hand, and both hands came out. The two brushes flew up and down, freely, without any sign of delay, which was more skillful than using a pen.

It is difficult for ordinary people to use a pen as skilled as him, but he did not say two branches, and the painting he made was completely flawed, just like drawing it with one stroke. Wang Han sighed: "I thought Brother Wu was like me, and he drew slowly with one stroke. I didn't expect that Brother Wu had the ability to dance with two tips. I admire him, admire him!"

This sentence ended in everyone's heart. Chen Wanrong knew that Wu Daozi's painting skills were unparalleled, but he didn't expect that he had such skills and kept nodding and exclaiming.

Zheng Qing's vision of literary and ink is much better than Chen Wanrong, and commented: "Although it is difficult to wield with both hands, it is not impossible to do. The difficulty lies in the fact that he is as free as Brother Wu, his paintings are different and coordinated and perfect, just like a brush painting, which is the only thing that is true and great!"

Wu Daozi was in high spirits and didn't say anything. Slight sweat beads oozing out of his forehead, but he was drawing faster and faster. His face was red, his eyes were flashing with divine light, and his mind was flying. It was completely different from Wu Daozi who had just now, as if he had changed to another person.

Just in everyone's comments, Wu Daozi drew five people, and at a glance they knew they were Chen Wanrong, Zheng Qing, Ma Zhizhong, Wang Han and Wu Daozi himself. The five people sat around, either raising glasses or using chopsticks, with different shapes, different expressions, and their own characteristics, with their charm, just like living people.

"Brother Wu is a painting of a banquet, wonderful and wonderful!" Zheng Qing gently hit Chang, and was amazed.

Wu Daozi just nodded slightly and focused on painting. In just a moment, the delicacy appeared, with all the colors, fragrance and taste, making the Adam's apple twitch, and he wanted to have a big meal right away.

After breathing, Wu Daozi wrote again, drawing the background and embellished it. After drawing, he put the pen, wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathed out, and smiled and said, "I'm so ugly!"

No one responded, and no one praised him. He was silent again, and everyone stared at the painting in a daze. After a while, Chen Wanrong took the lead in reacting and praised: "A peerless work, a peerless work!"

The words woke up the dreamer, and Zheng Qing and the others reacted and praised in unison. Wang Han praised while slapped: "If I had painted this painting, it would not have been possible for ten days. Brother Wu had done it in one go. It was difficult, how difficult! Even if I painted it, it would not have been as charming as Brother Wu. I had seen it, and I had seen it!"

His words came to everyone's hearts and kept echoing.

Wu Daozi smiled slightly: "Brother Wang, I have to work hard to keep you, and I will write your masterpiece."

"Brother Wu is so proud, Wang Han should obey his orders. However, Wang Han's writing skills are not good, and he is afraid of being a masterpiece." Wang Han said humbly, and was not polite. He picked up the pen and wrote it on the painting, "Grape wine luminous cup, and if you want to drink the pipa, you should immediately urge it. Don't laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times." After the inscription, he put the pen on his fist and bowed: "I'm offering ugly, I'm offering ugly!"

Wu Daozi handed the pen to Zheng Qing and said, "I'm welcome to write an inscription for Miss Zheng."

Zheng Qing smiled and declined: "Brother Wu is so proud that the little girl can't obey her orders."

Wu Daozi laughed and said, "If Miss Zheng hadn't had a mastery of arithmetics, how could there be a luminous cup and how could this painting come from?"

This is the truth, Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "Qing, just ask."

With Chen Wanrong's encouragement, Zheng Qing was not polite. She picked up her pen and wrote the three words "Come and Drink Picture", put down her pen, and fisted and said, "Don't laugh when you don't want it."

Wang Han first commented: "Ms. Zheng is beautiful and smart, and she is good at writing, so she doesn't let her beauties know her anymore." Zheng Qing's writing is indeed good at writing, except that her daughter's family cannot overcome her beautiful and weak in strength.

Manager Zhou rubbed his hands and asked, "How much does this draw cost?"

Wu Daozi laughed: "I'm giving it to you."

Manager Zhou was overjoyed: "I framed the paintings and hung them so that everyone can see them. Please wait, I will go." He went there in a row.

Everyone sat down again, Chen Wanrong raised his glass and said, "Come on, let's give Brother Wu a glass." Everyone raised their glasses, clinked, and fucked.

Wu Daozi was so energetic that he kept shouting: "This is the only way to paint. Come on, I wish you a cup." Another touch and drank it.

The footsteps sounded, and the shopkeeper Zhou turned around, followed by several guys, carrying a tray. Before he could order, the guy put down the dishes. The shopkeeper Zhou grabbed the wine pot, sifted it to everyone, picked up a glass and said, "Everyone, come, I'll give you a cup."

Chen Wanrong waved his hand and said, "Shopkeeper Zhou must have a name." This is making things difficult for him. Who made him look down on Wu Daozi just now?

Manager Zhou understood what Chen Wanrong meant and said repeatedly: "That's right, that's right. I offended him just now, so Zhou punished him with a cup." Drink it, pour it again, and picked it up: "This cup is for you all the talents. I will make this meal."

Chen Wanrong raised his glass and everyone drank it. Manager Zhou put down the wine glass and asked the clerk to get the painting away, hold his fists and say goodbye, and leave.

Wu Daozi picked up the wine glass and said, "I wish you a glass, thank you for help." It can be seen that he was in high spirits, so Chen Wanrong and the others were naturally with him.

Everyone was in a good mood, and the wine had a unique charm when drinking. I let it go. I don’t know how much I drank, but I smelled a thunderous sound: “Wu Daozi, Wu Daozi!”

The sound came abruptly, and he couldn't help but put down his wine glass and stared at Wu Daozi, but he didn't seem to be confused. As soon as everyone was confused, they asked in unison: "What's going on?"

No one can answer this question, but you look at me and I look at you, there is no other way. The sound of footsteps sounded, and the shopkeeper Zhou came in sweating profusely, clasped his fists at Wu Daozi, and said in a begging tone: "Mr. Wu, you have to save me."

Wu Daozi was like a quatrain, confused, and asked, "Shopkeeper Zhou, where do you start?"

"Hey!" Manager Zhou sighed: "Isn't that the painting caused the trouble? We just got it out and happened to run into a few scholars. They asked who painted it, and of course I told the truth. Now, where are they chasing me, Mr. Wu? I wanted to tell them, but then I thought that if I told them, Mr. Wu wouldn't be able to drink, so I said that this was what I painted before."

I patted my face and was very upset: "I don't talk to myself, I'm just taking it myself. The scholar pointed to the painting and said that the ink was not dry. How could it be the one I painted before? It was a new work? Mr. Wu must still be in the restaurant. I said Mr. Wu was drinking, and at least he had to wait for Mr. Wu to have enough food and drink. The scholar listened to this and went to eat and drink by himself."

Chen Wanrong asked, "What's next?"

"They ate and drank for a while, and then chased me and asked where Mr. Wu was coming to visit. Now, there are not a few people, dozens of them. If everyone comes, Mr. Wu will not suffer?" The cold sweat from Manager Zhou's forehead flowed down again: "I have to calm them down and tell Mr. Wu."

Chen Wanrong stomped his feet: "Aren't you telling them that Brother Wu is here?" Although Wu Daozi became famous is a good thing, but with many fans, it is very uncomfortable. It is impossible to ask Chen Wanrong not to complain.
Chapter completed!