Golden Summoner

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

"If a tiger like this is sold for money, is it possible that we have never seen a tiger before?"

"That's right. This is not a tiger. It doesn't look like it. It's not majestic at all. I feel like a dog..."

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

Xia Pingan looked behind him again. There was a shelf behind him. There were two paintings hanging on the shelf. The paintings were of cattle. The cattle were painted well, lifelike and quite skillful.

Xia Pingan understood at a glance that he was selling paintings on the street at the moment.

Li Guizhen has lived in the countryside since he was a child and likes painting. There are many cows in the countryside, and Li Guizhen sees them a lot, so Li Guizhen learns to draw cows. After drawing many cows, Li Guizhen gradually becomes famous in the countryside and becomes a painter. Setting up a stall and selling paintings in Tiantai City is a way to make a living.

At this moment, Li Guizhen was not very old, and his reputation was only in his hometown of Tiantai, Jiangxi. He was not as famous as he would later be. Liang Taizu couldn't help but invite him to the palace to chat and question him.

Xia Ping'an immediately figured out his current situation.

Just in front of the painting stall, a man in silk satin who looked like a country squire pointed at the tiger drawn on the paper, stared at Xia Pingan with a dissatisfied look, pointed at the painting, "You are so good at painting tigers." , as if dead. People who don’t know better think it’s a dog. I’ve already told you that I want to buy this painting and hang it up to see people. How can I see people for your painting and pay me a hundred dollars? , I won’t give any money..."

The squire snorted coldly, threw up his sleeves and walked away.

Xia Pingan looked at the tiger in the painting in front of him. That one... really didn't look like it... it didn't have the spirit of a tiger... it was soft...

It is estimated that Li Guizhen was able to draw this kind of painting because he had seen tiger skin before.

At the painting stall next to it, a painter with a goatee who specialized in selling landscape paintings came over. He stared at the tiger picture in front of Xia Pingan and suddenly laughed. His goatee was raised proudly and he said: Looking at Xia Pingan, "Boy, I guess you have never even seen a living tiger, but you dare to sell tiger paintings. Do you know that those who buy tiger paintings want to hang the paintings in the living room or flower hall study for people to admire? Yes, country people are country people, you should go back and paint your cows!"

The people around burst into laughter.

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

While collecting the painting stall, Xia Ping'an had a question in his mind. If he could re-paint a lifelike tiger at this moment and completely change the historical trajectory of Li Guizhen, then would this world bead 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 was a historical allusion that inspired countless people. Without Li Guizhen's subsequent experiences, this allusion would not exist. Then he would be able to draw a tiger at this moment. Li Guizhen just disappeared from everyone. What is the difference between him and other painters who can draw tigers?

Xia Pingan thought for a while and felt that the level of the tiger he had drawn at the moment was not enough for Li Guizhen to leave a name in history. Maybe the fusion of this world bead would fail, so he fused it with this bead. Think of the process of making the world beads as a rare opportunity to pay tribute to Li Guizhen and improve your own painting ability.

Xia Pingan wanted to see how far his painting skills would improve if he tried following Li Guizhen's method of improving his painting skills.

In this world, especially when children in China talk about painters, what everyone often thinks of is the story of Leonardo da Vinci painting eggs. Da Vinci is regarded as the idol of painters. For many people, Li Guizhen is the idol of painters. It’s an unfamiliar name. What many people don’t know is that 500 years before Leonardo da Vinci, there was a young man named Li Guizhen during the Five Dynasties period of China. He worked harder to learn to draw than Da Vinci painted eggs and cows. That is the true spirit of craftsmanship and master spirit.

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

"I'm afraid Li Guizhen is stupid. He even forgot where his home is..." Someone who knew Li Guizhen muttered in surprise when they saw Li Guizhen asking where his home was.

"I heard that Li Guizhen made a big joke at the party today. He was completely embarrassed. It's normal to feel a little lost..."

Li Guizhen's home is in the countryside outside Tiantai City. He is neither too rich nor too poor. His parents still live in the house. They have hundreds of acres of land and raise several cows. He has become somewhat famous for his paintings in the countryside in recent years. , also has a bit of net worth.

When Xia Ping'an returned home, he searched 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 Pingan didn't go anywhere. He just waited at home, preparing things to go into the mountain. Li Guizhen's parents knew that Li Guizhen was being laughed at, so they came to comfort Li Guizhen.

On the fifteenth day, there was a market in the city, and the whole Tiantai city suddenly became lively again. People from all over the country flocked to the city to participate in the market. Xia Pingan took some money and the things he planned to go into the mountains. , came to the city again.

Today, the flow of people in the city is several times greater than usual. The streets are very lively, with big girls, young wives, and people doing business all coming.

Xia Pingan came to the city and walked around for a while, then came to the market where mountain products were sold in the city.

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

Xia Pingan walked around here and found that the business of an old hunter was particularly good. The old hunter was in his fifties, strong and energetic, carrying a kitchen knife on his back, and had a simple face. There were several things he sold. A leopard skin, two wolf skins, a few golden pheasants, and two rabbits. The golden pheasants and rabbits were placed in two cages, and other fur goods were sold directly on the ground.

Because the things that the old hunter sells are always a few dollars cheaper than others, there are many people coming to buy his things, and they all seem to be acquaintances, and they don't bargain much. Some of the other people's businesses have just started. The old hunter Everything has been sold out.

After selling the things, the old hunter packed up, then went to a nearby store to buy some salt, made a pot of wine, and pulled some cloth, and then he was ready to go back.

"Uncle please..." Xia Pingan walked out from the street, stopped in front of the old hunter, and saluted him.

"What's the matter with this little brother?" the old hunter hung the wine gourd on his waist and asked.

Xia Pingan smiled, "I saw that uncle was selling things on the street just now, and he sold them faster than others..."

"Haha..." The hunter uncle smiled boldly, "Everything costs just a few bucks. We are all old customers, so there is no need to worry about it. With this little effort, I can go up the mountain and hunt a leopard, and I will make up for everything. If I want something, I can keep it for you when I get it next time..."

"Uncle is a generous man. I wonder if he knows where there are tigers in the nearby mountains?"

"Of course there are big insects in the mountain. Why do you ask me?" the old hunter became curious.

"To be honest, I want to go into the mountains to see what the tiger looks like and observe it closely. I wonder if uncle can take me to the mountains to have a look. Just think of it as if I hired him to take me up the mountain and give you a fortune. cost……"

The old Orion's face suddenly became serious, "Brother, don't be joking, that big insect might kill someone if you see it. Are you tired of living there?"

"Uncle, don't worry. I'm not tired of living. I just want to take a good look at what that tiger looks like. I'm a painter, and the tigers I paint never look like them. People laugh at them, so I want to take a look!"

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

"This is the cow I drew. I gave it to my uncle as a greeting gift!" Xia Pingan took out a framed picture of the cow and gave it to the old hunter.

The old hunter wiped his hands on his clothes before taking the painting, opened it curiously, and then praised him, "Not bad, not bad, this old buffalo painted really well, little brother, you are very good at painting. But it’s still too dangerous to go into the mountains to see tigers, and I’d be doing you harm by taking you there.”

"Uncle, listen to me. I don't want to get in front of the tiger and look at it. I'm not that bold. I just want to build a wooden house in the tree where tigers roam. I will watch from the wooden house. Get something to attract the tiger. If the tiger can't come to the cabin, I won't be in danger!"

The old Orion's expression changed, he touched his bearded chin, and thought for a moment, "It's okay to build a shed on a tree and watch from the tree, but brother, you have to think about it carefully. Do you really want to go?”

Xia Pingan nodded with determination, "I have made up my mind, I must go!"

"Okay, then come with me, I will take you there..." the old Orion said boldly.

…

Just three days later, on a mountain called Xianren Peak, more than fifty miles away from Tiantai City, a small tree house appeared. The tree house was built on the top of a tall nanmu tree more than ten meters above the ground. At the canopy.

The trunk of the nanmu tree is thick and straight, and the tiger cannot climb up.

Tigers often appear near Immortal Peak. The Orion uncle and his son worked together with Xia Pingan here to find a place for Xia Pingan.

Xia Pingan gave the Orion uncle a sum of money and asked the Orion uncle to send him some food, pens and ink every three days. If he caught pheasants, hares, etc., he could also send them and treat them as sales. I used pheasants and rabbits to attract the tigers here.

Uncle Orion agreed immediately. Xia Pingan's request was easy and hassle-free, and Xia Pingan's work was not in vain.

On the day Xia Pingan lived in the tree house, Uncle Orion got a pheasant, tied the pheasant to a nearby tree, and then sprinkled a little chicken blood nearby, saying that this would attract the tiger.

After doing this, Xia Pingan waited on the tree for the tiger to arrive...