Chen Mu suddenly understood.
The insights you gain when you gain proficiency do not come out of thin air. They are all knowledge that already exists in this world.
The gray wall is like a huge database, and Chen Mu continues to access the information as his proficiency increases.
Maybe there is knowledge about the world in the previous life.
Otherwise, he would not be able to practice three-dimensional realistic painting skills.
It’s amazing when you think about it.
…
At the gate of the county government office, Chen Mu followed Lu Baotou and walked in.
An old man with a bruised nose and swollen face came towards me.
"Painter Yan." Lu Baotou said hello with his hands in hand.
The old man's eyes were swollen to a slit, his chin was raised high, he hummed arrogantly, and walked out of the Yamen with bastard steps.
"Painter Yan? Did he get beaten up?" Chen Mu looked surprised, and then filled with indignation: "It's really a declining world, to treat such an old man so harshly!" Too cruel! "
Lu Baotou glanced at Chen Mu strangely.
He always felt that the scholar's expression was wrong.
The county government has six rooms for scribes, and the offices are in the rooms on both sides of the lobby.
Captain Lu led Chen Mu to one of the rooms.
Pens, inks, paper and inkstones are all ready.
There are also five or six painted portraits hanging on the wall.
The county government also found other painters.
There was also a pharmacy apprentice in the room who introduced him to the thief's appearance. The other party is the only person who has seen the thief's face.
As the other party explained, the image of the thief quickly formed in Chen Mu's mind.
He was about to start writing when he suddenly looked up at the portrait hanging on the wall.
One of them had both spirit and form, and was already sixty-seven times similar to the image in his mind.
Chen Mu recognized the brushwork and was sure it was painted by Master Yan.
As expected of an old painter, relying on many years of experience in painting portraits, he was able to draw a sixty-seven-part portrait with just a few words from a pharmacist's apprentice.
If I didn't have a plug-in, I really wouldn't be able to compete with him.
But if I draw the thief's image realistically, wouldn't I be inferior to Painter Yan?
This is an old painter with a high status. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to be surpassed by a junior like yourself?
No, no.
People have been beaten so badly, it is inappropriate to attack their industry status again!
Chen Mu splashed ink, and a bust that looked like a photo appeared on the paper.
It's three-dimensional and looks like a real person. There's nothing wrong with it except that it doesn't look like it.
After comparing Painter Yan's portrait again, Chen Mu nodded with satisfaction and left the county government office leisurely.
…
Three days later, Chen Mu went to Zheng Tu to buy meat.
Passing by a restaurant.
I saw a wanted poster posted on the door.
The characters in the painting look ordinary, but their eyes are cold and scary. It was the real culprit in the Wang family’s murder case.
Chen Mu recognized that this was the work of Painter Yan, and the portrait he painted was indeed rejected.
Chen Mu nodded happily.
People who can commit massacres are certainly not ruthless.
If he is wanted for a portrait, he might take revenge on the painter.
Alas, as an old-timer, Painter Yan is really burdened with everything.
Therefore, you must respect the seniors.
Chen Mu was very proud of his way of deliberately hiding his clumsiness in the Yamen.
I wish the old painter a safe life.
…
clang!
boom!
There was a crisp sound, and the copper coins hanging in the air suddenly disappeared.
Then there was a dull explosion, like a firecracker buried under the soil exploding.
A small crater suddenly exploded in the adobe wall.
Chen Mu stepped forward and dug out the copper coins stuck in the mud wall.
After looking at the slightly deformed copper coin, Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
"You can't use copper coins anymore. If you break them, you'll lose money."
Ever since he could hit the wooden basin with perfect accuracy while standing ten meters away, he began to gradually reduce the target size.
Now it has shrunk to a copper coin.
He looked up at the pitted wall.
Those potholes were all made by him using locust stones.
Bring out the gray walls.
Writing: 1043/10000/second level;
Picture: 157/10000/second order;
Throw: 9632/10000/level one;
As the throwing level gets closer to the second level, the locust stone gradually changes in quality.
Within ten meters, he can shoot with perfect accuracy, and his power is getting stronger and stronger.
The stone can fly off the copper plate and still have enough energy to blast a hole in the wall.
Although because the walls are made of adobe, they are relatively soft. But the power cannot be underestimated.
"If this hit hits someone, the skin and flesh will be torn apart."
Finally, I have some means of self-protection.
"It's just a little expensive."
As he practiced hard day and night, he burned a lot of calories.
What little he had saved was almost all eaten up by him buying meat.
As a result, he was about to run out of money, but he also gained a lot of muscle.
In appearance, he is still a thin scholar.
When you take off your clothes, you can see the obvious muscle lines on your body.
He felt like he could knock down his predecessor with one punch.
"You have to find a way to make money, otherwise you will be left with nothing." Chen Mu frowned and thought.
He wanted to save money to learn martial arts before, but he didn't expect that all he had to do was practice the locust stone, and his family's fortune had already been emptied.
It's a pity that Painter Yan found himself two strong followers.
Otherwise, no matter what, I have to give him another big gift.
…
Two days later, Chen Mu sat at the Sifang table and carefully counted the copper coins in the clay pot.
He was thinking about whether to try his luck in the West Market.
The power behind Miaohua Workshop is huge, but it only monopolizes the calligraphy and painting business in Dongshi.
West City is not yet within the opponent's sphere of influence.
The second-level drawing ability that I finally developed cannot be wasted.
As for whether he would be suppressed again, it was not that Chen Mu had not considered it.
But the poor can hardly afford to eat, so they have to give it a try.
I heard that the Goulan tile shops in the West Market are more high-end, and the singers all have unique skills and are even more beautiful.
Chen Mu returned to the house and took out the painting "Xiao Qian" again.
Some time ago, when she had money, Chen Mu even had it framed.
"With this painting as a signboard, we don't have to worry about those singers not knowing the goods."
Chen Mu was full of confidence and went straight to the West Market with "Xiaoqian" in his arms.
Still following the old routine, I found an elegant restaurant and rented a table and chair stall at the door.
As soon as I opened Xiaoqian's paintings, I started waiting for business to come to my door.
The three-dimensional realistic painting method was so unique that within a short time, the table was crowded with people.
"This young master, my master would like to ask for his portrait. I don't know when..."
"We have time now." Chen Mu happily looked at the beautiful maid in front of him.
The owner of the beautiful maid must also be a beautiful young lady.
My second-level drawing ability finally comes into use!
Chen Mu immediately packed up his things and followed the beautiful maid.
After a while of twists and turns, the two came to a deep house in a large courtyard.
Why does it feel like deja vu?
Holding back his doubts, Chen Mu followed the beautiful maid into the mansion.
Pass through the cloister and pavilion and enter the quiet backyard garden.
An increasingly familiar feeling of déjà vu came.
Chen Mu suddenly felt something bad in his heart.
Turning around a rockery, he saw an energetic old man with a gray beard looking at him with a smile.
"Young Master Chen, my portrait should be left for future generations to admire. Remember to make me look handsome." The old man grinned, revealing his only three big teeth.
Chen Mu: "..."
Am I having trouble with the portrait? !
