Doutu Continent

With the virtue of communicating with the gods, with the feeling of being like all things.

"Portrait of Bian Que" combined with "Picture of Woman Knocking on the Door" works perfectly.

Dr. Zhang, the chairperson of Wang's Medical Center, has a son who is incompetent. He sleeps until the sun is up every day. He is so slack at such a young age that he is afraid that he will die in the future.

Dr. Zhang is worried about his own brat, and this point has only changed since "The Picture of a Woman Knocking on the Door".

open the door!

Don't hide inside and make no noise!

I know you are home!

……

Under the urging of the woman's harsh cursing in the street every day, my brat finally lost the ability to stay in bed. As long as Doctor Zhang glanced at the painting, the other party would jump out of bed immediately.

But today, Dr. Zhang found that although his son got up early with the knock on the door, he was listless and seemed to be uncomfortable.

"Father, I have a headache and I feel powerless—" Sure enough, after a while, Mr. Zhang Xiaolang said pitifully and weakly, "Please tell that woman not to knock on the door again, please, Daddy, my head hurts!"

"I'll take your pulse!" Doctor Zhang canceled the dot.He himself is a sitting doctor, doing his part to diagnose the other party.After feeling the pulse for a long time, no abnormality was found in the pulse condition.But looking at his own son's haggard appearance, it doesn't seem like a fake.

"Father, I probably suffered from insomnia last night. I didn't sleep well. I woke up today with a terrible headache! Prescribe some medicine for me." Mr. Zhang Xiaolang weakly rubbed his neck, pressed his temples, and twisted his whole body uncomfortably. Said, "I have a headache! I want to lie down on the couch and not go to school today, okay?"

Doctor Zhang's loving father's expression suddenly changed: "Stinky boy, do you want to skip class?"

"I...I'm really uncomfortable." Mr. Zhang Xiaolang trembled, his momentum weakened, but he didn't forget to cover his head and hum, "If you don't believe me, can you feel my pulse again? I'm really uncomfortable."

"Okay!" Doctor Zhang said cheerfully, "I think you just don't want to go to class, and you deliberately pretended to be sick here! I can't diagnose and treat what's wrong with you."

These words were accompanied by Mr. Zhang Xiaolang's snort, Dr. Zhang lifted the quilt angrily and said, "Stinky boy, you said you are sick! I just have a "Portrait of Bian Que" here, and the healing effect is better than the other paintings. I Now, I invite Divine Doctor Bian Que to show you what is wrong with you!"

After Dr. Zhang finished speaking, he put his eyes on the painting.Bian Que, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, came out of the painting and stood in front of Mr. Zhang Xiaolang.

"Genius doctor, please take a look at this brat, is he sick?" Doctor Zhang bowed respectfully, and turned his head to show a fierce look at his kid.

Bian Que accepted the other party's bow and returned the gift gracefully.He reached out and patted Mr. Zhang Xiaolang on the forehead, shook his head and said, "There is no cure for laziness!"

"Laziness—!" Dr. Zhang raised his voice an octave, "You brat, I knew it! I can cure this disease! Where did I put my ruler?"

He put his eyes on a piece of "Egret Exploring the Danger" in an instant, and quickly found the ruler that was casually pressed under a book of medical skills. When he went up, he taught his own stinky boy a lesson, and beat him with rhythm.

Mr. Zhang Xiaolang cried into tears, and now he has changed from pretending to be sick to being really sick.He was lying on the couch with his butt swollen from the beating, while Bian Que gently patted his head beside him, continuously releasing healing light to him.

Bian Que said: "Colleagues, look at your moves, the way you swing the ruler, you have at least ten years of skill, right?"

"To tell you the truth, the child is just ten years old this year." Doctor Zhang said while beating.

"No wonder he is so skillful, I admire this genius doctor. Only you can cure his disease!" Bian Que praised each other while treating him.

Only Mr. Zhang Xiaolang's cry became more and more miserable.

He is afraid that he will not dare to pretend to be sick and skip class next time.

……

Zhu Huazun, the dean of the Suzaku Art Academy, also saw four new works by Ye Mofan.Unlike other people who appreciate "Portrait of Bian Que" the most, he only loves the life-continuing picture criticized by others.

Although the "Ten Days of Renewing Life" on the market has been scheduled for half a year, the supply is in short supply, but as a master of painting, Dean Zhu is more likely than others to get the paintings that are out of stock.

"What do you think of Ye Mofan's continuation map?" he asked.

Dean Zhu was dressed in red, his gray hair tied up with a fiery red crown, and a flame-shaped mark on his forehead made his facial features look sharp.

"Bullshit doesn't make sense!" Vice President Huo, who was also dressed in red, said bluntly, "On the painting of life extension. I admire the female painter of the Gong family, although she is ruthless in painting and does not leave room for things. But she The representative work "Phoenix Nirvana", the brushwork is wanton and wild, and it has blessings for the fire attribute, so it is the most suitable for us who have the heart of red spirit painting."

"As for Ye Mofan's paintings, children's graffiti. Ridiculous, really ridiculous!" A young teacher echoed him.

A senior teacher present had a different opinion: "His painting has an ancient meaning."

The teacher who spoke is a painter.

Mr. Zhuo Hua put forward his own point of view and continued: "I am currently studying the rock paintings that have been handed down from ancient times. Take a look at these paintings that I rubbed down. These are left by ancient humans, and then look at this life-continuing map , do you think this painting is simple and natural?"

Everyone got the rubbings of the rock paintings and compared them with Ye Mofan's works, they all showed weird expressions, indeed they were somewhat similar, as if they were children's graffiti.

Zhuo Huajun said: "It is not easy for this young man to be able to draw such works. He must have studied the paintings of ancient times, and he already has his own insights. When I saw his old works in the past, I felt that he should be attributed to him. Enter Yipin painter."

Yatpin - extraordinary and refined.

Zhuo Huajun said: "Now I think so even more. The painting skills are so casual, and you usually use the skill of undressing clothes, right? You are a real celebrity!"

If Gu Qingzhou were here, he would definitely deny it vigorously.He didn't, absolutely not!

He is thin-skinned and unable to do the transcendental state of undressing like a majestic undressing in public.Mr. Zhuo Hua is really good at brainstorming, and what's even more amazing is that he doesn't have a single point of view that is brainstormingly correct.

Zhuo Huajun admired the Ye Mofan he imagined.He praised without hesitation: "All of you here, don't forget the original purpose of painting—"to communicate the virtues of the gods, and to empathize with all things." Ye Mofan can draw life-continuing diagrams with such simple lines, Back to basics, what we are looking for is the original state of life.”

Dean Huo interrupted: "Mr. Zhuo Hua has already stepped into the painting statue with half a foot, and he really sees things differently from others."

However, he seriously disagreed with the other party's point of view: "If Ye Mofan had the cultivation level of Mr. Zhuo Hua, I wouldn't say that he is unreasonable. But he just happened to touch the mystery of the way of painting, so that this painting accidentally turned decay into magic. .This painting cannot be visualized, which just shows its accidental appearance. Has anyone of you encountered this weird phenomenon before?"

"Vice President Huo can't do it himself, so he doesn't believe that there are people in this world who are favored by Hua Dao?" Zhuo Huajun asked back.

"Okay, I didn't call you here to hear this." Zhu Huazun raised his hand, making everyone look at him.

"Put back the teaching plan in your hands, and make sure all the disciples of my Suzaku Painting Academy copy the life-continuing chart. Whether it is the "One-day Continuing Life Chart", or the three-day, seven-day, or ten-day life-continuing chart. No matter what grade of edition you can buy, as long as it is Ye Mofan's painting, everyone in our art academy must copy it without delay!"

"President Zhu, are you supporting Ye Mofan?" Vice President Huo asked in surprise.That person is Mo Canghai's apprentice, Mochi Painting Academy and the other four academies, although they share the same spirit, there is also a competitive relationship.

"Xiao Huo." Zhu Huazun said, "I know you have always admired Gong Huanyan's "Phoenix Nirvana". It's just a rubbing copy of that painting. How many of the disciples of the painting academy are able to buy it? Let alone buy it, I was able to copy it successfully. Difficult, too difficult—"

Zhu Huazun shook his head and said, "Ye Mofan's life-continuing picture is different. If there was this painting back then, my disciple might have survived."

Thinking of his lost beloved disciple, Zhu Huazun still felt a faint pain in his heart, and he covered his heart.

"I, a student of the Suzaku Painting Academy, everyone must copy. This is the order of the deity! Don't forget, the heart-picking hand is still hidden in the dark and has not been caught, so that the deity is like a stick in the throat!"

He doesn't care about painting skills or style, he only cares about this life-continuing picture, which is enough to save the life of his disciples in times of crisis!

……

In the Baijing Academy of Painting, Dean Jin, dressed in holy white clothes, stood at the edge of the spacious experiment field.

There are dozens of happy little people running on the field. They go side by side for a while, and line up in a figure-eight shape for a while.Each has an enchanting posture, constantly seducing the target.

"Interesting, interesting!" Dean Jin's resolute face showed deep creases like a knife, and his mouth was extremely thin, "I have never seen such a vulgar painting. This painting is actually from Mo Canghai. The hand of the apprentice, hahahaha, I laughed so hard! It’s enough for me to laugh for a year! How rare is the precious apprentice that Mo Canghai hides and tucks in. I didn’t expect that even this kind of painting would be taken out, and it would be thrown away all at once. his face!"

A middle-aged man with excellent temperament beside him said: "Your apprentice has been running with the painting for half an hour. If you don't feel sorry for him, I will feel sorry for you."

"It's useless, let's expel him from the school." Dean Jin made another old mistake.

Dean Jin's words caused the middle-aged man to rub his temples with a headache and said: "If this continues, your title of painting master will not be useful, and no one will be your apprentice. If you can't accept apprentices, you won't even Because the apprentice loses face, there is no chance of being laughed at."

"It's better not to have an apprentice who has lost face to the deity." Dean Jin said, "Mo Canghai must have more headaches now than you, a worry-loving guy. What do you think Ye Mofan's paintings are all bullshit?"

The middle-aged man carefully read a list, and said to the other party, "The new paintings that appear on the market this month have all been tested. Dean Jin, which ones do you think are worthy of being handed over to the disciples for copying?"

Dean Jin said without hesitation: "Portrait of Bian Que, Yellow Dog Lying on the Ground, Picture of Leading the War, and Picture of Life in a Day. The other paintings are useless, and they have no value of copying."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man looked up in surprise, "The four paintings left behind are all Ye Mofan's works?"

Dean Jin said without any guilt: "That's right."

The middle-aged man was puzzled and said: "You just rated these paintings, I thought you would choose other ones with better reviews."

"What's the use of looking good? Embroidered pillows!" Dean Jin said, "These four paintings are ugly, but the finishing touches are barely passable. Let's use them. Do you have a better choice?"

"no!"