Doutu Continent

The sandalwood was gone, but the fragrance of ink remained, and a figure in the studio let out a short whimper as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.He looked up hesitantly, and the flat rice paper in front of the case immediately added a little scarlet, like a red plum blossoming.

There was another uncomfortable cough, and the slender fingers clasped the table tightly so as not to fall down. Gu Qingzhou's body was shaking, but his face was confused, as if he hadn't figured out what happened.

By the way, someone broke into his studio tonight...

Warm liquid gushed out from his forehead, and the red blush ran across his cheeks wantonly, making his complexion pale as paper.

Tonight, he retreated alone in the studio and made a breakthrough, but someone added material to "Enlightenment Tea"...

At the moment when someone broke into the studio, he subconsciously clenched the five-color stone in his hand. Unexpectedly, the added Enlightenment tea and the five-color stone, which already had a hallucinogenic effect, could produce such a powerful burst of power!

The scar between the eyebrows pierced the skull as if piercing through the heart, but it was not as good as the confusion and dizziness caused by the entanglement of consciousness.Gu Qingzhou didn't care to think about it any more, and covered his head in pain.

The two consciousnesses collided in his mind, almost driving him crazy.For a while, I was in a small building, and I was practicing Danqing painting by myself, and for a while, there were tall buildings, and the strange four-wheeled iron shell roared past in front of me.

Brush, inkstone.

keyboard, computer...

Is he Gu Qingzhou, a disciple of Qingyun Academy of Painting, or is he a strand of consciousness that does not belong to this era?

Enlightenment tea can communicate the inspiration between heaven and earth, and help people break through the realm of enlightenment.If it is used with five-color stones, it will produce strange effects.

The five-color stone is particularly precious, and it is rumored to be an associated mine of the five-color sky-filling stone.It allows the consciousness not to be restricted by the body, to travel outside the sky, and even peek at other worlds beyond the Nine Heavens, and draw exotic painting skills and inspiration from them.

There are many predecessors who used this method to reach the sky in one step. As long as the method is properly mastered, the danger is not great.

But unfortunately, he has already tasted the effect of the added Wudao tea combined with the five-color stone.His mind was so confused that he was pointed out between his eyebrows, and he passed out before he even had time to call for help.

His whole body was icy cold, as if he was in an ice cellar, as if he had been forcibly stripped of a particularly precious and important substance.After waking up, Gu Qingzhou lay limp beside the desk.

Half of the remaining two rows of starlight candles on the candle holder were extinguished because of his disturbance, leaving wisps of blue smoke.

The bright moonlight penetrated through the window, illuminating the area.

Because of this, Gu Qingzhou's vision was always gray and dim, making him subconsciously raise his hand to cover his eyes.

There seems to be something wrong with his eyes.

The cuffs were stained dark and had an obvious smell of rust, which made him suddenly feel the warm liquid on his face, not only the sweat from struggling, but also his blood!

The candles in the room were not completely extinguished, but his eyes couldn't see clearly, as if they were covered with a veil.

People who want to be painters, what will happen if there is a problem with the eyes?

The feeling of weakness and powerlessness suddenly hit, and it was extremely strong.

Fortunately, the headache gradually eased. Apart from being stuffed with a bunch of messy virtual images in his mind, it seems that Gu Qingzhou...can't die for the time being?

Who is going to kill him?

Gu Qingzhou struggled to recall all the past. Although he had been in the painting academy for ten years, he could count his classmates and friends on one hand, but he never had any enmity with anyone, let alone offending someone severely.

His popularity is not good, not because of bad temper and hard to get along with.Instead, he concentrates on painting skills, and few people take the initiative to approach him.

As a once proud son of heaven, now a good-for-nothing, others shy away from it, wishing they could get rid of the relationship, and those who can get along with each other sincerely and remain friends for a long time are pitifully rare.

If it's not his problem, who is going to take the initiative to deal with him?

Wu Dao tea was brewed by him himself, but the spring water for making the tea was sent by Junior Brother Wang, who even took the initiative to protect the Dharma for him.

Gu Qingzhou's heart trembled, he didn't know how long it had passed from coma to waking up.Although the retreat studio is located in a secluded location, but there was such a big commotion that no one came to check it out.Even Junior Brother Wang, who was supposed to be guarding the door, was nowhere to be seen.

If Junior Brother Wang didn't leave for some reason, then there was an accident!

Gu Qingzhou didn't go out to check rashly, he was afraid that the murderer would not go far.His eyesight was impaired, and he could barely see with candles in the room, but he couldn't see anything when he walked out of this door.

What's more, he is... even struggling to stand up.

who is it?

Gu Qingzhou's mind is in a mess. Those exotic painting skills and inspirations that don't belong to this world seem to sense the urgency in his heart, as if the poor are getting rich and can't wait to jump out to show off.

His blood-stained fingertips unconsciously scribbled on the paper, without careful planning at all, and inspiration gushed out.

Gu Qingzhou's thinking was obscure in the past, and he had already thought carefully when he started painting.This time, there is no rules at all.There is no composition, brushwork or painting skills at all.

After destroying the picture, Gu Qingzhou felt sorry for the paper subconsciously.In Doutu Continent, painters are masters.Everyone wants to be a painter, so Xuancheng paper is expensive.Even though he has a rich family, he was beaten for wasting paper when he was a child.

But after thinking about it, even if he didn't scribble casually, the paper would have been stained by his blood long ago.

Gu Qingzhou still had a little bit of luck in his heart about the inspiration and painting skills he had learned from foreign lands. He lowered his head and looked intently. What is this... painting?

The pattern formed on the rice paper made Gu Qingzhou's teeth ache for a while, and he covered his butt reflexively, as if he had returned to the scene where a three-year-old child was chased by his mother with a ruler for scribbling graffiti.

Figure painting was originally Gu Qingzhou's shortcoming. Unexpectedly, this epiphany not only failed to improve, but made him so ashamed that he wanted to die on the spot.

A bust in the shape of a "human" with a face as big as a meat bun and severely distorted facial features appeared vividly on the paper.

The painting is not even as good as a three-year-old child.

What's even more frightening is that he feels that the bun-faced villain pointing in a certain direction and smiling is a little...cute?

It's over, it's over, Master will definitely die of anger when he sees this painting!He's out of his mind to draw this thing.

It was just that there was a voice in his heart urging him to continue, Gu Qingzhou thought for a while, and all the images flashed in his mind were messy.

In the past, if he drew this kind of figure painting, he would definitely burn it clean.This time, he couldn't control his hand, and dipped ink to add a line of small characters under the unfinished pattern.

[Uncle Guancha, this is the man! 】

The font is neat and tidy, but it has a smooth feeling like a dragon when writing wild cursive.

At the same time, there is an extra piece of painting knowledge in my mind that does not belong to the teaching of the painting academy——"Brush and Ink Equal to Zero"

"The value of isolated pen and ink separated from the concrete picture is equal to zero." (quote)

He nodded approvingly, the words and the villain in the painting complement each other perfectly, there is no better match.It doesn't matter that the old gentleman who published this article didn't mean it at all.

perfect!

……

over... finished...

He must be crazy!

Throwing the freshly baked paintings far away, Gu Qingzhou couldn't calm down his anger, but there was a loud noise in his mind.

boom!

This "calligraphy and painting work", which he disliked so much, was suspended in the air, shining brightly, and shot right into his head.

pain pain pain—

Gu Qingzhou was dizzy from being photographed by the painting, and the blood between his eyebrows overflowed even more happily.There is also an extra understanding in my mind.

Although it is his own painting, but because of the confusion of thinking, there is no sense of substitution, but this time it is a unity of human and painting.

In an instant, he could read a trace of wretchedness and pride from the bun-faced villain in the painting!

This... Gu Qingzhou's eyes widened, and he didn't know whether it was touching the wound or shivering from shock.

This vision is clearly a sign that he was recognized by the painter and promoted to be a painter.

He actually awakened the first natal spirit map!

This thing turned out to be his awakened soul map?

hiss--

His mind is a little messy and needs to be slowed down.

The place where Gu Qingzhou lived was originally not called Doutu Continent, but it was renamed because of the birth of painting, and all forces in the world can be included in paintings. Painters are also the backbone of resisting invasion from foreign forces.

Gu Qingzhou used to be a "child of other people's family" who was envied by others.Born in a family of calligraphy and painting, with a pure Qinggen painting heart, he entered the Qingyun Academy of Painting, and even worshiped the most amazing and brilliant Mr. Mo in the Academy of Painting as his teacher.

Five years ago, he even reached the third rank of the Copying Realm. As long as he realizes the Dao, he can break through the barrier and become a painter.

But no one expected that five years passed by in a hurry, and time did not witness his brilliant rise, but made him change from a talented painter to a waste material without understanding.

For five years, he was unable to draw a work recognized by the painting circle.None!

What kind of works can be recognized by Huadao?There is no standard answer.

Some people get drunk and are recognized by the painter for their free and unrestrained strokes;

Some people fight and bleed, and they are recognized by the painting with a casual touch of silk cloth;

Some people are tireless in their pen work, have a feeling in their hearts, and put pen to paper to produce flowers, and are recognized by the Taoist painter;

Someone knocked over the dye, chased the dog to run from the dyed cloth, and his dog was recognized by Huadao.

cough……

Therefore, unless the artist announces it himself, no one will inquire about what works of others have been recognized by the artist.The only thing these paintings have in common is the word "enlightenment".

In addition, copying the works of predecessors cannot be recognized, that is to say, the same success cannot be copied, which stops many people from wanting to take shortcuts.

If you are promoted to become a painter, the first work that is recognized by the painter, also known as the "first natal painting", will be endowed with magical abilities.So even if they are satisfied with their own paintings and can show them to others, very few painters are willing to reveal what their own natal spirit map is.

After all, the lucky ones are rare, and most of the painters rely on daily copying to accumulate painting skills, accumulate a lot of knowledge, and realize the Tao in one fell swoop.

Gu Qingzhou is also one of the hard-working students.

He imagined countless times that he was recognized by Hua Dao and drew the first natal spirit map.For this reason, I have imitated countless paintings, trying to find inspiration for epiphany, and I don't know how many brushes have been used.

But he never thought that his first soul map was an ugly picture with a bun face!

【Uncle Guancha is this person.jpg】

Gu Qingzhou's eyes filled with hot liquid.

Blindfolded with the palm of your hand, and wiped blood on your hand, this is life!

He didn't have any hope of reading the first soul map to give him any ability.

Gu Qingzhou felt some energy gradually gathering in his body, picked up a brush and drew to save himself, and a bird gradually took shape on the rice paper.

There is no complicated composition, no fine feathers, even only one stroke is used from the beginning to the end, throwing away the techniques that have been taught for ten years, from the complicated to the simplified, and only use one line to outline.

The little fat bird jumping on the paper vaguely conforms to the law of vivid portrayal of everything in the world.

However, with Gu Qingzhou's current state, he cannot comprehend the knowledge points of "One Painting Theory".

He put down the pen, randomly clicked his fingers on the scroll, and read:

"Dotting!"

squeak-

The bird in the painting came out of the paper, chirped a few times, flew around the paper, then flapped its wings and rushed out of the window lattice, bringing a distress message to his most trusted person.

Gu Qingzhou showed his first smile after waking up, and the strength he just raised was exhausted.He was dizzy before his eyes, struggling to hold on to his body, and when he saw a line of jewels, even if his eyesight was blocked, he could still see a figure of extraordinary value rushing in through the door.

He finally relaxed his body and mind, and called out "Master" aggrievedly.

Into the endless darkness.