Doutu Continent

Returning to the school again, things changed and people changed, and Gu Qingzhou felt as if he had passed away.

After being exposed to the consciousness of a foreign land, sometimes he clearly knew that he was Gu Qingzhou, and sometimes he suddenly didn't know who he was.

But when he stepped into the school and received disgust or pity from everyone, he was no longer confused.

He is still Gu Qingzhou in everyone's eyes, a damn lucky guy!

Mr. Liu was teaching today. He only glanced at Gu Qingzhou when he came in. He hung a pair of blue and green landscape paintings in the middle without any pause. After a few words of painting skills, he made a cup of tea and leaned on himself. Flip through the scrolls on the recliner and let everyone copy them.

Gu Qingzhou sat in his seat facing everyone's gaze, flattened the rice paper, pressed the paperweight, raised his head and memorized the painting to be copied, thinking about how to write.

"Gu Qingzhou came to class so soon?"

"The white cloth on the forehead is still oozing blood, and it's scary that it hasn't scabbed yet."

"Heart-picker! Just poke a blood hole, and if you don't die, you will die."

"..." What kind of eyes do these people have?The color of the ointment can also be seen as oozing blood, and his eyes are worse than his.

Gu Qingzhou looked at the wound when he changed the dressing, and there was only a red spot between his eyebrows, which did not affect his appearance.

The red dot is what Master said, and he can't see the color.However, although the wound is no longer terrible, if you want to heal it completely, it will not be possible in a short time.

Everyone whispered, Master Liu didn't care, painting depends on understanding, and practice depends on everyone.Even if these people are apprentices for the rest of their lives and fail to become painters, it will not affect their future.

Gu Qingzhou was distracted by these people's whispering at the beginning, and when he started painting, he cut off all the sounds around him.

Gu Qingzhou didn’t go to class with everyone these days to practice painting, and he drew a lot of emoticons. Although he didn’t feel inflated, he was a little ecstatic. Earth-shaking impact.

Now looking at the landscape paintings hanging in the school, he actually returned to reality, and felt a sense of gap and difficulty after he was down-to-earth, which he hadn't noticed before.

When Gu Qingzhou had a pure Qinggen painting heart, he had an extremely keen control over the turquoise color, and now...

Facing the boxes of paints placed on the table, he felt helpless because he couldn't distinguish the colors.

Sure enough, he couldn't work behind closed doors. He didn't notice his shortcomings these days... No, he probably avoided it subconsciously.

Before his eyes recovered, his green landscape painting skills, which he was good at, might be completely useless.

Gu Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, covered the paint, and stored them in boxes one by one...

Although this process was soft and silent, it was abrupt among a group of students who lowered their heads to adjust the color.Even Mr. Liu looked away from the scroll in his hand and glanced at what he was doing.

Gu Qingzhou did not give up on himself, but found another way, planning to paint an ink painting.

There are two types of ink, pine smoke ink and lampblack ink, on his table.

Pine smoke ink, light black and dull, slightly cyan in the ink, cold, light but not thin.It is suitable for writing, but not often for painting. It is occasionally used as a deep purple background color for painting butterflies, purple peonies and the like.

The oily ink has a glossy ink color with rich shades and layers, and the ink color is slightly brown, bringing warmth and depth, and is suitable for painting landscapes. (The knowledge points cited above)

With a judgment in mind, Gu Qingzhou added water to the inkstone, moved his wrist lightly and slowly, and grinded the soot ink ingot.

His movement of rubbing ink was met with some curious prying eyes, but Gu Qingzhou turned a blind eye to them.

Mr. Liu's face was covered by the scroll, and he couldn't check it, and the scroll concealed a smirk from the corner of his lips.

Gu Qingzhou knew nothing about these small movements, and his restless heart gradually calmed down as the grinding process proceeded.All he could see was the Health Proclamation spread flat on the case table.

After adjusting the ink depth, Gu Qingzhou hung his wrist to write, using his elbow as a fulcrum to drive his wrist, palm, and fingers to move up, down, left, and right, and rotate. (quote knowledge points)

Mountains, slopes between rocks, mountains, and peaks, different mountains are shaped by his pens, and mountain streams and streams are also outlined by his wrist.

As time went by, drops of sweat gradually flowed from Gu Qingzhou's forehead, and his pale face became paler.

No wonder the master only allowed him to attend classes for half a day every day. Even if he wanted to be brave, he couldn't do it. The feeling of weakness in his body was faithfully fed back to his mind.His weak body could not support a complete painting.

There was a sigh in my heart.Gu Qingzhou stopped writing, his wrist trembling uncontrollably.

The surrounding voices enter the ears again, and the perfect painting realm that shields the senses is broken. From the mysterious state of communicating with the aura of heaven and earth, it has transformed into a mortal again.

No wonder the master insisted on letting him rest. His understanding of his physical condition was not as thorough as his master's.

He previously drew emoticons, all of which were small paintings with simple lines, even if he drew ten or eight, he would not be tired.It's only now that I realize that my body is so bad that I can't even finish a painting scroll.

Gu Qingzhou looked at the semi-finished painting in front of him, and shook his head in disappointment. He was not even satisfied with himself, so how could he be recognized by others?

Leaving aside the problems exposed by the change of ink depth, there are flaws in the use of the pen alone, the thickness of the lines is uneven, and the primary and secondary are not clear. , did not draw the continuous meandering water.

It's too big a step back...

Gu Qingzhou had nothing to do about it.He tried to be aggressive and barely finished the painting, which would only hurt more, unless he didn't want to paint with his own hands in the future.

As time passed by, the long stick of incense on Mr. Liu's desk burned out, and everyone was almost done with the painting. Mr. Liu yawned and got up, and everyone stopped writing immediately, waiting for the inspection in silence.

Mr. Liu held a ruler in his hand and passed in front of everyone, more or less got a comment from him, and some were punished.

Gu Qingzhou adjusted his breath for a long time, but his fingers were still trembling. This is the sequelae of losing his heart.

The things he drew have obviously degraded, and he took the initiative to copy the blue and green paintings with ink and wash, and he was ready to be punished by the ruler.

"Gu Qingzhou, stretch out your hand!" Sure enough, Mr. Liu raised his beard after watching the semi-finished product.

"Teacher, please punish me." Gu Qingzhou closed his eyes and passed his hand over.But did not usher in the imagined ruler.

Master Liu just put his fingers on his wrist, and quickly let go after taking the pulse.It is already clear that this student has lost his heart and is congenitally impaired.

"In the future, you can take my classes as you like." Mr. Liu said, "It's not your fault to make up for the lack of damage."

"The master hasn't commented on his paintings yet!" Someone beside him whispered.

Mr. Liu pinched his beard, thought for a while and made a comment.

"Weak wrist and pen idiot."

With a weak wrist and an idiotic pen, putting it on others is already a serious reprimand, which inevitably provokes ridicule.After Mr. Liu picked up the scroll and left with his hands behind his back, everyone in the school packed up their things and became active.

Someone blocked Gu Qingzhou's way, and said sarcastically: "It's amazing to pay homage to a good master. Even Master Liu didn't punish you for copying the masterpieces of predecessors indiscriminately."

Gu Qingzhou took a closer look and found that it was Ling Feihang's dog leg who often followed him, but he couldn't remember what his name was.

Ling Feihang is a backward student, so he has to be called senior brother.There is no conflict with him, but I have trouble with my friend Xie Chunfeng.

The two are also the favored children of heaven, and they are often compared by others. In addition, Xie Chunfeng looks monstrous, romantic, and uninhibited, which is even more disliked by Ling Feihang, and it is inevitable to get angry.

However, Ling Feihang is a very decent person, but he is not good at seeing people.

"Does Ling Feihang know that you are here to pick on me?" Gu Qingzhou asked politely.

"..." The other party took a step back guiltily.

Gu Qingzhou understood that he was about to step out of the school, but someone stopped him again.It seems that because someone made a good start, and Xie Chunfeng was not in the painting academy, all the clowns came out.

"Is it reasonable for you to copy paintings indiscriminately?" Dogleg No. [-] said.

Gu Qingzhou ignored it.

"Why are you copying indiscriminately? If you don't make it clear today, don't even think about leaving!"

Gu Qingzhou didn't want to argue with others, but was stopped by others. It seems that he can't let it go today.

"Why did I copy indiscriminately?" He turned his head in doubt and asked the other party.

"Look at your ink!

"So that's how it is!" Gu Qingzhou suddenly said, "It's the same painting, but the styles are different, so why stick to the two painting methods of green and ink?"

"If this is the case, there will be no such thing as 'drawing into the North and South sects'."

"It's all fallacy." Gu Qingzhou was feeling unwell, and raised his eyes lazily.

"You...you are so daring!"

"Is it my audacity, or are you not concentrating on your studies, and you have to be instigated by outsiders? Painting is divided into the Northern and Southern Schools? How have the five major painting academies ever taught this? Brush and ink are just means of conveying one's mind. If they cannot be used by others, they will be manipulated by them, and it is impossible to obtain Fantastic painting."

After Gu Qingzhou finished speaking in one breath, his head was a little dizzy, his body was on the verge of falling, he barely leaned against the case to support him, and encouraged him: "Too stick to the formalities, follow the script, and if things go on like this, you will become dull and don't know how to adapt. Let's encourage you today!"

"You...you are so clever! No matter how eloquent you are, it won't change you from losing your heart and becoming a waste!"

Gu Qingzhou was nice and nice, but the other party was aggressive, so he couldn't help but get angry.

"I'm a waste at the third rank of the Copying Realm, so what is it that you are one level behind me at the second rank of the Copying Realm?"

"At least I have a chance to become a painter. You don't even have the heart to paint, and you don't even have the chance to be recognized by the painter!"

Gu Qingzhou has become a painter, and these hurtful words have no effect on him.

That's all, if you argue with the painter, the master will die laughing when he sees it.

Gu Qingzhou's mentality immediately calmed down, but the reasoning became clearer and clearer, and the reasoning still needs to be finished.

"How do you know that Huadao didn't recognize me before, and won't recognize me after that? Can you represent Huadao? Why don't you go to heaven?"

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Inspiration strikes again!I didn't expect to get unexpected gains from arguing with others.Gu Qingzhou's mood improved.

He glanced around the crowd, but he didn't notice that anyone had murderous intentions towards him, and immediately lost interest in continuing to entangle with others, and just wanted to go back and draw the picture.

But he didn't want to pay attention to it, but there were always people stalking him.

"Why don't you go to the North Mochi Painting Academy now that you have turned your back on Qinglu? Or is it because you can't get in? Other painting academies don't want people who don't want to paint!"

"It's too much! Li Goudan!"

Before Gu Qingzhou could speak, someone defended him.The youthful voice is full of vigor and vigor, and its heartiness reveals a confidence that is different from ordinary people.