The Glorious Summoner

"Li Guizhen, this is the tiger you drew. It's ridiculous..."

"Such tigers have to be sold for money. Could it be that we have never seen a tiger!"

"That's right, where is a tiger, it doesn't look like it, it's not awe-inspiring at all, I feel like a dog..."

As soon as Xia Ping'an opened his eyes, he saw that he was on the street. In front of him, there was a table. The table was covered with drawing paper. There was a tiger drawn on the paper. He was holding a pen in his hand, and there were a lot of people beside him. People are pointing and whispering to him.

Xia Ping'an looked behind him again. Behind him was a shelf with two paintings hanging on the shelf. The painting was a farming cow. The farming cow was painted well, lifelike, and quite skilled.

Xia Ping'an understood at a glance that he was selling paintings on the street at the moment.

Li Guizhen lived in the countryside since he was a child. He likes to paint. There are many cattle in the countryside. Li Guizhen sees many cows. Therefore, Li Guizhen learns to paint cows. Coming to this rooftop city to sell paintings at a stall is a way of making a living.

At this moment, Li Guizhen was young, and his fame was only in the township of Tiantai, Jiangxi. He was not as famous as later, so Liang Taizu couldn't help but invite him to the palace to chat and question.

Xia Ping'an cleared his current situation in an instant.

Just in front of the painting booth, a man dressed in silk and satin who looked like a squire pointed at the tiger drawn on the paper. He stared at Xia Ping’an with a dissatisfaction and pointed his finger at the painting, “You’re a tiger drawn. It’s like dead. People who don’t know think it’s a dog. I’ve already told you that I want to buy this painting and hang it out to see people. How can you see people with this painting and pay a hundred dollars? , I don't give a single money..."

The squire snorted and flicked his sleeves away.

Xia Ping'an looked at the tiger on the painting in front of him, that...it really doesn't look like...there is no tiger's spirit...soft...

It is estimated that Li Guizhen had seen tiger skins before to draw this kind of painting.

At the painting stall next to him, a painter with a goatee who specializes in selling landscape paintings came over, stared at the tiger picture in front of Xia Ping'an, and sneered, his goatee was proudly cocked, yes. With Xia Pingan, "Boy, I guess you haven’t even seen a living tiger, so you dare to sell tiger paintings. Do you know that those who buy tiger paintings have to hang the paintings in the living room or the study room of the flower hall for people to admire? Yes, a countryman is a countryman, you should go back and paint your cow!"

The people around roared with laughter.

The business couldn't be done, Xia Ping'an resisted the urge to paint another tiger on the spot, tore the painting directly, and then silently began to close the stall.

While holding the painting stand, Xia Ping'an raised a question in his heart. If he re-drew a lifelike tiger at this moment and completely changed Li Guizhen’s historical trajectory, would this bead itself be considered a fusion? success?

After thinking for a while, Xia Ping’an came to the conclusion that Li Guizhen’s painting of a tiger is a historical allusion that inspired countless people. If there were no experiences after Li Guizhen, this allusion would not exist. Then he would paint a tiger at this moment. Li Guizhen also lost sight of everyone. What is the difference between him and other painters who can draw tigers?

Xia Ping'an thought for a while, felt that the level of the Tiger he had drawn at this moment should not be enough for Li Guizhen to leave a big name in history. Maybe this world pearl would fail the integration, so he took the integration of this one. Think of the process of Jiezhu as a rare opportunity to pay tribute to Li Guizhen and improve his painting ability.

Xia Ping'an wanted to see what level of improvement his painting skills had been to try following Li Guizhen's way of improving his painting skills.

In this world, especially the children of Huaxia Kingdom, when they talk about painting, they often think of the story of Da Vinci painting eggs. He regards Da Vinci as the idol of the painter, and Li Guizhen is contrary to many people. It’s an unfamiliar name. What many people don’t know is that 500 years before Da Vinci, there was a young man named Li Guizhen during the Five Dynasties of China. He made more effort to learn to paint better than Da Vinci painted eggs and cows. That is the true craftsmanship and master spirit.

Xia Pingan didn't know where Li Guizhen lived, so he could only ask the talents to return to his home along the way.

"I'm afraid Li Guizhen is stupid, I even forgot where his home is..." Someone who knew Li Guizhen saw Li Guizhen asking where his home is, and still muttered with surprise on his face.

"I heard that Li Guizhen made a big joke on the episode today, and lost his face at home. It's normal to be a little desolate..."

Li Guizhen’s family is in the countryside outside Tiantai City. It is neither too rich nor poor. His parents are still built on it. There are hundreds of acres of land and a few cows. He has a reputation for painting in the countryside over the years. , There is also a little net worth.

Xia Pingan, who returned home, searched for Li Guizhen's bedroom, and found a lot of money that Li Guizhen had accumulated over the years in a box.

In the next two days, Xia Ping'an didn't go anywhere, but waited at home, preparing for the things to enter the mountain. Li Guizhen's parents knew that Li Guizhen was ridiculed, and they came to comfort Li Guizhen with a few words.

On the fifteenth day of the fifteenth day, the city went to the fair, and the whole rooftop city suddenly became lively. People from ten miles and eight villages flocked to the city to participate in the fair. Xia Ping’an brought some money and things that he was about to enter the mountain. , Came back to the city.

Today, the flow of people in the city is several times higher than usual. The streets are very lively, big girls, little daughters-in-law and business people are all coming.

Xia Ping'an came to the city for a while, and then came to the market selling mountain products in the city.

Those who sell mountain products here are farmers and hunters in the mountains.

Xia Ping’an went around here and found that an old hunter’s business was particularly good. The old hunter was in his fifties. He was in good health and spirit. He was carrying a kitchen knife on his back and had a simple face. How many things he sells? A leopard skin, two wolf skins, a few golden pheasants, and two rabbits. The golden pheasants and rabbits are placed in two cages, and the other skins are sold directly on the ground.

Because the things that the old hunter sells are always a little cheaper than those sold by others, there are many people who come to buy his things, and they seem to be acquaintances, and they don’t bargain much. Some of the other people’s business has just started, that old hunter. All of the things have been sold out.

The old hunter who had finished selling things tidied up, and then went to a nearby store to buy a little salt, beat a pot of wine, and pulled a little cloth, and then he was ready to go back.

"This uncle invited..." Xia Pingan walked out from the street, stopped in front of the old hunter, and saluted the old hunter.

"What's the matter with this little brother?" the old hunter asked, hanging the wine gourd around his waist.

Xia Ping'an smiled, "I think the uncle just sold things on the street, and they sold faster than others..."

"Haha..." The Uncle Orion smiled boldly, "One thing is less expensive, and it's all regular customers. There is no need to care about it. With this little effort, I went up to the mountain to fight a leopard, and I made up for everything. If I want something, I will call it next time and I can keep it for you..."

"Uncle is a bold person. I don't know if Uncle knows where there are tigers in the mountains nearby?"

"There are naturally in the Great Chongshan Mountain. Brother asked what's this?" The old hunter became curious.

"Actually, I want to go into the mountain to see what the tiger looks like, and observe closely. I don’t know if the uncle can take me to the mountain. Just as I hire the uncle to take me up the mountain and give you a fortune. cost……"

The old Orion's face suddenly became serious, "Little brother, don't be joking. If you see the big bug, you will die. Are you tired of your life?"

"Uncle rest assured, I'm not tired of my life, I just want to take a good look at what the tiger is like. I am a painter. The tiger I painted is still not very similar. I was laughed at, so I want to go and see!"

"Brother is actually a painter?" The old Orion's face suddenly showed some respect for the "intellectuals".

"This is the cattle I drew, so I will give it to the uncle as a meeting gift!" Xia Ping'an took out a picture of the mounted cattle and gave it to the old hunter.

The old Orion wiped his hands on his clothes before he took the painting, opened it curiously, and then praised it, "Yes, yes, this old buffalo painted really well, brother, you are good at painting. But going into the mountains to see tigers is still too dangerous. I will take you there and it will hurt you."

"Uncle, listen to me. I don’t want to come and see the tiger. I am not so bold. I just thought of a place where tigers appear on the mountain. I built a wooden house on the tree and I just watched from the wooden house. Get something to attract the tiger. If the tiger can't get to the wooden house, I'm not in danger!"

The look of the old Orion moved, he touched his beard-faced chin, and thought for a while, "Set up a shed on the tree and watch it from the tree. This is fine, but you can think about it, brother. Do you really want to go?"

Xia Ping'an made up his mind and nodded, "I have made up my mind, I must go!"

"Okay, then follow me, I'll take you..." the old Orion said boldly.

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Only three days later ~www.ltnovel.com~ On a mountain called Xianrenfeng, more than fifty miles away from Tiantai City, a small tree house appeared. The tree house was built more than ten meters above the ground. At the canopy of a tall nanmu.

The trunk of the nanmu was so thick and straight that the tiger could not climb it.

Tigers often haunt Xianren Peak. The Uncle Orion and his son worked with Xia Ping'an here to find a place for Xia Ping'an.

Xia Ping’an gave the Uncle Orion a sum of money, and asked the Uncle Orion to give himself something to eat and pen and ink every three days. Myself, here I use pheasant and hare to attract tigers.

Uncle Orion agreed. These requirements of Xia Ping'an were all easy and effortless, and Xia Ping'an was not in vain for them.

On the day Xia Ping’s stayed in the tree house, Uncle Orion got a pheasant, tied the pheasant to a nearby tree, and sprinkled a bit of chicken blood nearby, saying that this would attract the tiger.

After finishing this, Xia Ping'an waited on the tree for the tiger from the mountain to arrive...