The picture scroll is relaxed again, and the real dragon is lying down.
The fat accumulated over the years has been used up. Nutrition is needed for growth and evolution, especially when the body length becomes 800 meters, about 240 feet. The stores in the belly are exhausted, and I am hungry...
Relax a little and transform into a human form.
I touched my face and saw that the baby fat that I had finally gained was gone. My chin was now pointed. My face was pale and I looked like I had low blood sugar. I wanted to eat and drink the most right now.
"thank you……"
He saluted again, what he just got was better than the essence and blood of the dragon.
Absorbing the dragon's blood may rocket your cultivation and skyrocket your strength, and the benefits of gaining the mysterious energy that transforms into a golden ancient tree are long-term. The reason why you evolve and improve is because you have been at the peak for a long time, and the divine beast is slow to advance. Haven't been able to cross over yet.
There will be many benefits in the future, it will be more hidden, and it will not be criticized by all parties, so it is suitable to continue to survive.
Maybe the tall and stalwart man wanted to teach a certain Bai.
A wave of his hand.
The ink marks on the surrounding scenery disappeared.
More colors emerge, and the place in front of you becomes a luxurious study. It is very large and domineering, with a strong sense of feudal extravagance, which will be criticized verbally and in writing.
A large desk appeared in front of me.
The shape is simple and elegant, but the desktop is too large and wide.
The four treasures of the study were placed on the corner of the wooden table, and the golden figure pointed at the pen and paper on the table.
"You want me to paint?"
The golden figure nodded.
He turned around and returned to the high golden dragon chair to get ready. His posture was standard and full of majesty, looking like an invigilator in an examination room. All he had to do was hang a clock on the painting beam to remind him of the remaining time.
Danfeng's beautiful eyes were spinning wildly, wondering if it was the last level. If the painting is good, you can leave the world in the painting. If the painting is not good, you will keep painting. Judging from the long lifespan of the dragons, I'm afraid they can't tell the difference. What is the difference between a stick of incense and a hundred years...
"No problem, I can not only draw ink and wash but also draw cartoons and comics."
Moved to Jindun as a stepping stone.
Climb up.
Grab the brush, put it in your mouth and sip it to make it moister.
Moubai didn't see the corners of the mouth of the tall figure on the dragon chair twitching, so he resisted the urge to raise his hands to cover his head...
I saw a certain dragon girl like a teacher, shaking her head with her hands behind her back. According to professional terminology, she should be brewing emotions and preparing to hold back her big move at this time. Mr. Muraguchi said that painting should incorporate emotions and artistic conception.
Suddenly a memory came to mind.
I once heard that a certain scholar, who had studied literature when he was young, gave up writing and practiced martial arts in anger before passing the provincial examination. At the autumn school in Beijing, he competed with others in arrows, drums were beating, and bows were drawn to shoot at each other.
Hundreds of arrows missed, and he was tired and shot the drummer by mistake.
In an instant, inspiration burst out like a landslide. I turned the brush several times in my hand and started writing.
The tall figure nodded repeatedly, finally looking like a member of the bamboo forest, and Long felt relieved.
Long black hair dances wildly.
It can be seen that a certain Bai Hua got up and threw away his cloak, and his pen moved like a dragon without any sloppiness. If paired with the sound of drums and music, it would be more majestic. The combination of painting and dance would be pleasing to the eye.
Finally, I put the pen away and threw it into the pen holder, raised my head and took a deep breath.
The table drawing paper is displayed floating in the air.
When the tall and stalwart man in imperial robes saw the painting clearly, he almost staggered. The painting was very good and the technique was great, but why were two reed chickens fighting? Cockfighting picture?
Moubai wiped off the ink droplets on his cheeks, feeling very proud.
"How about this, this picture of rookies pecking each other is pretty good, isn't it? It was inspired by two rookies fighting each other and missing twenty shots. Isn't this just rookies pecking each other? Haha~"
The man covered his head, maybe for the first time in his long life, he couldn't laugh or cry.
With a wave of his hand, the drawing paper was put away and laid out again.
Okay, keep drawing.
Since the big tree is gone, then draw another one. The plum blossom tree is too bitter and cold, and the bamboo is deserted. In this case, then draw a peach tree. The flowers are boring and too vulgar. The most realistic one is full of bright red peaches. You can still look at the peaches when you are thirsty. To quench thirst, the background is Cangshan Mountain, a world away from home in the peach forest.
The morning fog in the distant mountains is heavy, and the peach trees in front of the door are empty.
Skillful technique.
The shape needs to be finalized before painting, so start with the tree.
Outline the branches and add a little bit of treetop ink.
The tall man watching from a distance nodded happily when he saw Bai's serious look. The painting was indeed good. Although it was a little immature, it was rare, with distant mountains, peach groves, and houses, and the composition was excellent.
After a while.
I am so proud of the perfect finish of my pen. It is all in vain for the painter, but we are the best.
The paper floats in the air and is drawn vertically.
It is full of charm from top to bottom. The morning mist in the distant mountains, the lush peach trees in front of the door, the vigorous ancient peach trees are full of fairy peaches, and I am thirsty. I have seen the flat peaches in Yaochi painted and they are indeed more fairy-like. It is very good. If it spreads, it will definitely become A family treasure handed down from generation to generation.
The tall man who was stroking his chin suddenly suddenly paused.
What's that thing on the peach tree?
No matter where the painting is, the painting is particularly good, except that there is an extra monkey on the tree full of sweet peaches. It holds the sweet peaches in its claws and makes a strange face. It has an exaggerated big mouth and sticks out its tongue, just like a picture of a big-mouthed monkey eating peaches...
He suppressed the trembling of his body, put away his masterpiece, and laid out the paper again.
"Look at me painting a picture of a roaring tiger on a hill this time!"
The man sat down. This time... the tiger roaring picture should not go wrong, right?
Licking the brush makes it wet.
Swish, brush, brush~
Hills, rocks, grass, ancient pines, and finally started to draw a tiger. Halfway through, the man turned his head and said nothing, and saw Bai Bai drawing a round tiger on the green rock. He sketched a few strokes and added a tail, four claws, and cat ears. The beard on the face and the word "王" on the forehead are indeed tiger. After all, there are tiger stripes on the duck eggs.
He raised his head and pinched his chin to think for a moment.
Then he drew a circle on the funny tiger to signal the tiger to speak.
The word '嗷' was written in the circle, and an exclamation point was added to show a solemn roar, a complete picture of the roaring tiger on the hills.
Speechless, the scroll was put away again and paper was laid out.
"Actually, I'm also good at drawing people. This time I'll just draw people. Don't worry, I will make sure you pass the test to your satisfaction this time."
Hearing this, the tall man sat upright.
It’s hard to mess around when drawing characters, so wait and see with confidence.
The remote mountain road in the wilderness is, well, very good. The rocks and grass enhance the atmosphere. The full moon should be about what happened under the moon. It is probably a narrative painting. Next, it is time to draw the characters.
The lines are used skillfully, and the movements and expressions are all very expressive. Two people are drawn.
One after another, it seems that the latter is chasing the former, and the former is very angry and can't calm down, which is quite interesting.
As he was drawing, it suddenly became weird.
What is the circle that the two of them span?
"Well, this is Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon. Running on the mountain road is too tiring. Riding a horse at night is even more dangerous. Riding a bicycle is light and fast. I have worked hard."
The man put away the picture and stood up and walked to the corner without saying a word. Forget it, let's draw.
Bai is not polite, but he works hard to create masterpieces. If there is an old painter present, he will definitely smash Bailong to death with his own old bones. He obviously created a masterpiece, but he just messed around. There are countless painters in the world, but masterpieces are rare. I'm afraid Everyone who loves painting will respect and hate Bai Yujun.
In an instant, the study room was filled with "magic works".
For a long time.
But the time has come.
Bai Yujun suddenly sighed, feeling sad and sad.
"I'll draw another one for you. Actually... I didn't want to leave too soon before. I was deliberately naughty and wanted to spend more time with you. I left after this painting."
"..."
The man was silent, but he understood.
Sit quietly and watch carefully, trying to remember this moment.
Bai Yujun changed his painting style and used modern animation techniques from the earth. The paper is very large, and the works are like animated movie posters, far and near. The colors are beautiful, warm and romantic, but also a little lonely and cold.
The elegant white petals are slightly larger near, smaller in the distance, the grass is blowing in the wind, and the pear trees are blooming.
A girl with long hair in a white dress stands sideways and holds a paper umbrella.
Not like the human world.
The white jade dragon has sharp horns and sharp ears, its white skirt is blown by the wind and its long hair is fluttering with ribbons. She gently raises her head to look at the pear blossoms and the snow on the thousands of trees.
Her pure, delicate and charming face seems to have a thousand words that are difficult to express. After the rain, the solitary figure is thinking far away. I don’t know when I will come back after leaving this time. Bai Yujun left behind a self-portrait.
The painting is completed, blessed by divine will and dragon energy, and becomes an immortal treasure.
The drawing paper stood upright in the air, and the man stood there for a long time.
After a long time, my hands couldn't restrain their trembling and I put the drawing paper away for collection.
Bai Yujun knelt down.
"I know that there are some things that you can't say and I can't say. It doesn't matter. It will change in the future. You... take care of yourself."
He kowtowed heavily and spread his long hair...
Unknowingly, it floats farther and farther upwards, passing through the water-like space and leaving the secret realm in the painting.
In the luxurious study room.
The walls are covered with playful paintings.
In the middle of the study room, the romantic and beautiful painting is obviously the most precious.
Miaoshuwu
