Doutu Continent

After having a conversation with his master in the back mountain, Gu Qingzhou returned to the room, spread out the rice paper, rubbed the ink and moistened the brush. What he was going to draw this time was not an emoji, but the green landscape that he had been practicing every day for the past ten years.

His eyes couldn't distinguish colors, so he used ink and wash instead, but he strictly required himself to follow the orthodoxy in painting techniques and strokes.

Master is right, if you want to make further progress in painting, you can only rely on real skills.In the past few days, because of his serious injuries, he has neglected to practice, and he has put aside his habit of writing for ten years.Looking back, I am ashamed.

If the painting skills do not advance, they will fall back. Momentary inspiration is of course very important, but if you cannot draw what you want because of insufficient pen power, it will only let the opportunity to create wonderful paintings slip away from your hands, leaving you with no regrets.

After painting for a stick of incense, Gu Qingzhou's hands shook like chaff, he stopped writing and rubbed his wrists, but it was still too reluctant.

Gu Qingzhou didn't take the injury as a reason for him to relax, and he didn't force himself to hold on.After adjusting his breath for a while, he continued to write.This time I only do basic skills exercises, simple line drawing, try my best to make myself evenly drawn, and draw very slowly but steadily.But where he should focus, he still can't do well due to the limitation of physical loss.

Sweat dripped from his cheeks and was wiped off just before it fell onto the rice paper. Gu Qingzhou was covered in sweat, his clothes were slightly damp, and it was extremely uncomfortable to stick to his body.The body is tired but the heart is full of joy.

After a lot of hard work, I finally regained a little touch.

Although Gu Qingzhou has never been recognized by the painter for the past five years, his hard work day after day has built up his solid foundation.Now correct your attitude, don't relax yourself, just take care of your body.

But Gu Qingzhou also understands that he lacks the "painting heart" compared to others, even if he becomes a painter, he is still at a disadvantage, let alone be promoted to a painter in the future.

Fortunately, my Qinggen Exin is of the wood attribute.Dead wood can be in spring, and it can recover a little by itself without external force.It's just that this process is very long, maybe a few years, maybe ten years or even decades, at that time, even if I recover from my heart, I will lose the time advantage compared with others.

He has only two options now, one is to force the heart-picking hand to hand over his painting heart, provided that the other party does not devour his painting heart, and the other is to find a wood-type treasure to fill his own shortcomings.

In fact, there is a third way, which is to win the hearts of others, but it is not his own. Forcibly merging will suffer the pain of backlash every month. This kind of evil trick has never been considered by Gu Qingzhou.

The bandage on Gu Qingzhou's forehead was also wet with sweat. He sat in front of the mirror and untied the white cloth layer by layer. The center of his brow was a little eye-catching, as if reminding him all the time what the heart-picker had done to him.

"Yun Zhixian, you are already a painter, why do you want to win my heart?" Gu Qingzhou said to the mirror.This answer can only be known from the other party's mouth if everything is revealed.

The next day, Gu Qingzhou woke up very early, but was in no hurry to go to school.He knows what his physical condition is now, he drinks medicine to recuperate, and practices basic brushwork, and the whole morning is over.

Junior Brother Ling came to visit him at noon, and took out a handful of green dates from the badge worn on his chest, and gave him a handful of green dates.

"Senior Brother Gu, this green jujube is crisp and sweet. I have already tasted it. It also nourishes the liver. It is suitable for you. You should eat more."

"..." Gu Qingzhou's heart was damaged and his liver was affected, so there was no need for the other party to remind him.

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Every time Gu Qingzhou meets each other, he can receive new inspiration from other places, and his mood is complicated.He handed the other party a note, and the bird drawn by the other party was sealed in the note.

"Give it back to you!" He said with a straight face.

Junior Brother Ling wiped his hands, took the note, and found that his painting, the little ink bird, was sealed inside. It curled up in the note, its feathers were dim, and the painting was faded.

"Little Hui, I haven't seen you all night, what have you experienced?" Ling Feihang was heartbroken, and summoned the little ink bird with the skill of "finishing the eyes".

Gu Qingzhou held his forehead, and the other party actually named the bird.

As for what it experienced, it was just whipped by the master and lost its hair.

Junior Brother Ling felt sorry for his painting, and took out half an ink pill to feed it. The bird's beak touched the ink pill twice, and the color of its fur turned black again.

After repairing her own painting, the little ink bird rubbed Junior Brother Ling's hand affectionately, then got into the painting scroll he brought, and the other party handed back the blank note to Gu Qingzhou.

"This painting is quite spiritual." Gu Qingzhou praised.

Ling Feihang said heartily: "Xiao Hui will call for help, if Senior Brother Gu wants it, just take it and copy it, so you will be safer."

It's not that he is stingy, but after copying, the other party can have a picture of the ink bird. Copying is a means of replicating the effect in the picture, and others cannot do it for you.If you forcibly use someone else's work, the painting will be destroyed after a few times and cannot be restored.

"No need." Gu Qingzhou refused. "Junior brother Ling sent me back yesterday, and put birds on my roof, what do you want to do?"

Ling Feihang said frankly: "Brother Gu should have seen it now, right? I didn't come to find fault yesterday, but I really wanted to find you. I just want to find the heart-picking hand as soon as possible, so I want to ask my brother for clues."

Gu Qingzhou looked at the other party, smiled and said nothing, he believed the other party's words, but it did not mean that he needed to accept the other party's help, or that he was obliged to help the other party.

"Brother Gu, don't you believe me?"

"Should I trust you, Ling Feihang? I'm not related to you, and I even had a bad relationship before. You came here to inquire about the news. It is really suspicious in my eyes. Are you afraid that I will regard you as an accomplice of the heart-picker?"

"Don't be afraid! I know Senior Brother Gu has never doubted me. Senior Brother Gu, do you think our names match well? Your name is Qingzhou, and I'm Feihang. This is fate."

This kid's intuition is amazing, but his eyes are not good when making friends.The other party admires Yun Zhixian, and is easy to be used, even if he is an accomplice without knowing it.

"Don't get close to me, we don't know each other well." Gu Qingzhou shook his face.

"Senior Brother Gu, you were not like this yesterday!" Ling Feihang was taken aback.

"I've always been like this." Gu Qingzhou said coldly. "Ling Feihang, you don't need to worry about the heart-picking hand. Your unauthorized actions will only add to the chaos. For example, you put birds on my roof, which are conspicuous in broad daylight. It is so obvious that even a thief would not be fooled. I hope you will not make up your own mind in the future. .”

"I see." Ling Feihang said in a depressed mood.

Gu Qingzhou realized that he was not good at getting along with people.Obviously it can be tactful, but every word hurts.

"It's good to know, the heart-picking hand is very dangerous, and it's not something you can deal with."

"I see." Ling Feihang replied the same, but his tone fluctuated, and he seemed to be happy again.

Gu Qingzhou served tea to see off the guests, thinking about how to deal with Yun Zhixian, if Xie Chunfeng was there, the other party must have a way, so he wouldn't have to worry about it like now.

He stood in front of the window and looked out. Suddenly, many pigeons flew across the sky. That direction was... Gu Qingzhou's pupils shrank.

The rapid sound of the bell rang suddenly, and Gu Qingzhou shivered in shock.

Something happened, something must have happened, and the big bell of the painting academy will be rung!

Gu Qingzhou pushed the door and ran out, just in time for Ling Feihang to go and return.

"Something happened! Senior Brother Gu!" Ling Feihang panted, "It's Xie Chunfeng, Xie Chunfeng's team encountered a beast horde in Wuyan Mountain and was besieged by tens of thousands of monsters. Two days have passed!"