Douluo painter

Chapter 19: Mitchell, who paints himself
"Little Mo, I have told you many times that there is no rush to paint, and you have to work hard to realize it slowly."

Mickey Luo said to Mohui with earnestness.

"Okay, I see."

Mo Hui said a little impatiently.

After Chihiro Ji agreed to ink painting to learn painting, Miqiluo has been teaching him painting knowledge and various painting skills.

With his talent and hard work, Mo Hui can often master these things quickly, so he asked Mi Qiluo to teach him more knowledge and skills.

But Mickeyro always used this sentence to reject him.

He knew that Mi Qiluo was doing it for him to study better, so he accepted Mi Qiluo's suggestion.

But as time went by, he began to feel that Mi Qiluo was perfunctory himself, so he began to get a little tired of Mi Qiluo's preaching.

But Mo Hui also knows that Mi Qiluo has helped him a lot in painting.

So Mo Hui still respects Mickey Luo's opinion, he just showed a little bit of dissatisfaction.

"Ah~"

Mickey Luo naturally also knew Mo Hui's dissatisfaction, and he also understood that Yimei's preaching would only be counterproductive, so he planned to let Mo Hui see what real painting is.

"Little Mo, stop first and come with me."

Mi Qiluo intends to let Mo Hui see how he paints, so that Mo Hui can know how far he is from the real master of painting.

"Oh."

Mo Hui happened to be a little tired from painting, so he stopped the brush in his hand.

Then he got up and followed Mickeyro to a place that looked like a warehouse.

"Squeak~~"

Michiro pushed open the dilapidated door and walked in, followed by Mo Hui who saw a scene that he couldn't describe in words.

I saw that the floor of the warehouse was stained with various paints, and there were messy painting tools and countless discarded drawings on it.

Mo Hui's first impression of this place was that it was dirty, which was completely different from Michiro's tidy dress.

He didn't expect that the place where Mickey Luo painted turned out to be like this.

"What? Are you dissatisfied with my studio?"

Mickeyro saw the strange expression shown by Moe, so he asked.

"No... no."

Mo Hui denied.

"That's right, Uncle Luo, why did you bring me here?"

Mo Hui changed the subject for a while and asked Michiro.

"I know you've been a little tired of my lectures recently."

"Although your talent is indeed extraordinary, it does not mean that you can really become a painter."

"Talent is like a ladder. Its length determines the height you can climb, but if you don't keep your feet on the ground and step on the ground, it will lead you into the abyss."

Mickey Luo warned earnestly.

"Uncle Luo, you are right."

Mo Hui casually agreed.

"Well, I don't want you to become like that. Self-confidence is a good thing, but conceit is different. I think it is necessary for you to recognize your current level."

Mi Qiluo said helplessly when he saw Mo Hui's casual agreement.

"So I called you over today to show you how I paint."

Michelle continued.

"Let you see how far you are from being a real painter."

"Okay, then I'll wait and see. I really want to see how Uncle Luo paints."

Mo Hui said with great interest.

It was a dream for him to watch a master painter paint in person.

"Then you'll be fine."

Michelle said with a serious expression.

He was serious about painting.

"In order to reflect fairness, I will only use the method I have taught you to paint these few days."

Michelle said again.

"Eh~~"

Mo Hui originally thought that Mi Qiluo would use some methods he had never seen before to paint, but after hearing Mi Qiluo's words, he was a little disappointed.

Mi Qiluo saw Mo Hui like this and ignored him, because he knew that for Mo Hui, it is better to say than to do.

Mi Qiluo believes that after Mo Hui really sees his paintings, he will not show such a reaction again.

Then there was a sound of "哗啦啦~~".

"Um, Uncle Luo, what are you doing?"

Mo Hui looked at Mi Qiluo rummaging through the sundries in the room, feeling a little puzzled.

"Is it necessary to do this kind of thing before painting?"

Mo Hui thought to himself.

"I'm looking for something, you can't see it, come and help me find it together, I really don't have any eyesight."

Michelle complained.

The room was so messy, Michelle couldn't find a clean drawing paper, and the paint was scattered everywhere.

The hair of the paintbrush is also bald, which is definitely because he uses it too much.

"Forehead……"

Seeing Mi Qiluo's appearance, Mo Hui felt that if he had a studio in the future, he must tidy it up.

Then Mohui and Miqiluo searched together for a long time before they got together the tools for painting.

"Looks like I'm going to buy some painting supplies tomorrow, and I don't even have any paper and pen."

Michelle complained.

When Mo Hui next to him heard it, he complained in his heart:
"Shouldn't you tidy up your studio?"

There are not many things in this studio, but it is too messy, and some things are hard to find.

In short, Mi Qiluo still got everything together. He first fixed the drawing paper on the drawing board, took out the brush and paint and started to color.

When coloring, he thought that Mo Hui's Wuhun seemed to be able to control the color by himself.

Moreover, it can also change the shape of the pen, so I can't help being a little envious, because it can save a lot of effort for painting.

But envy is useless, there is only one paintbrush in this world, so he finished the color adjustment honestly.

Then his eyes froze, and the paintbrush in his hand was stained with paint and moved towards the drawing paper. The pen jumped on the drawing paper like a flying dragon, first laying a layer of base color on the drawing paper, and then constructing a graphic outline, like It is a castle, magnificent and majestic, with a pointed tower piercing into the sky.

Then the flying paintbrush stopped suddenly, and began to float slowly on the drawing paper like a cloud, and the places it passed were like grass in the rain and spring rain, becoming vivid and bright.

After the picture gradually became clear, the brush swept across the paper again like a wave, adding a different meaning to the original picture.

Then Michelle started and finished the painting in one go, and ended the whole painting with the final finishing touch.

The ink painting that he was looking at was deeply shocked. It was indeed given to him by Michiro, but he could never draw this kind of charm.

"Okay, how do you look?"

Mickey Luo said to Mohui after putting away his pen.

"Well, I admit that I'm really too bad."

Mo Hui had no choice but to admit it.

He really can't accept it, although he knows all these skills and techniques, he can't use them so smoothly, nor can he match them so well.

All he can do is use it, not use it.

"It's good that you know, this painting is given to you, and it can be regarded as a warning to you."

Mickeyro said after removing the painting from the drawing board.

"Okay, Uncle Luo."

Mo Hui, who has recognized his own level, does not dare to be as arrogant as before, but this has not affected his self-confidence, and he will still move towards the pinnacle of painting.

Mo Hui took another look at the painting in his hand. The castle above was towering into the clouds, bathed in sunlight, so brilliant, but the castle below was indeed riddled with holes and crumbling.

"Oh, Uncle Luo really took great pains."

(End of this chapter)