Zhou Qingfeng rented a house temporarily in Tianyang City, and moved in after a simple decoration as his foothold in the city. After receiving the ink painting draft, he moved it home, opened the door of time and space, and transported it to the goddess temple in another world.
Hundreds of high-definition pictures of goddess are stacked in a big frame. A scroll of the "magic trick" scene was torn apart, and the power of arcane was acting on the frame—the scroll came from a previous deal with the old hag.
The'magic trick' is the lowest level arcane trick. Zhou Qingfeng always believed that this arcane trick could only be used to make magic tricks. But Xili reminded him that even if it is a trick, as long as it is used well, it can create extraordinary effects.
With a little magic, the ink drawings in the frame will automatically turn pages. The goddess of life shows a dynamic smile with infinite charm—either amorous, gentle and charming, or mature and sexy. The picture is extremely exquisite, and the clarity is as if a real person is there.
The ink painting has a chic and simple style with a smudge effect. The ten-second picture is a little story of a goddess breaking the ice with a smile and transforming the world. Angus is no longer an inaccessible, superior god, but a amiable family member.
Those ten seconds seemed ordinary but not simple, and people who first saw it were absolutely amazed. Xili was extremely pleased after seeing it, "This kind of painting seems simple, but it has never been seen before.
Our elves are good at drawing gorgeous patterns with strong oil paint, and have been immersed in various techniques for thousands of years. But there are really few people who are so simple that they only paint with black ink. And this ink painting is actually dynamic, so novel.
Master, is there anything else you can't do? "
"It won't work if I want to have a baby." Zhou Qingfeng held the dynamic photo frame that he had spent more than a month to build, and walked to the statue of Anghras, and said to himself with joy and anxiety: " I hope the goddess will like it."
The temple was still in that dilapidated state, unchanged.
Zhou Qingfeng and Xi Li once again called for the holy name of the goddess of elf life, and a door of light appeared. After the photo frame was sent to the door, it disappeared in a cloud of light.
Zhou Qingfeng waited in front of Guangmen, like a single dog who confessed like a goddess but has not yet received a reply. He was afraid that the goddess would not respond, and he was afraid that the other party would refuse.
Just waited a few seconds, the light gate remained, nothing happened. Zhou Qingfeng's heart sank, this is not right—behind the light gate is the kingdom of God. After praying, the gods reacted very sensitively.
Xili is also full of hope, thinking that dynamic portraits will definitely move the goddess, but... "Master, that frame is very good, and your creativity is also very spiritual. I have never seen anything like this.
But the goddess has existed for tens of thousands of years, and countless elves admire and worship her. She may have seen ink and wash animations a long time ago, but this does not mean that you are not doing well. Don't be too sad, it doesn't matter if you don't save me, after all, I'm an abandoned elf. "
Xili's character is more sensitive than Zhou Qingfeng, and she simply shrinks when she is frustrated.
but why
The dynamic images I made are absolutely unique in other worlds.
This is a work full of confidence, but why does it end up with no response
Zhou Qingfeng's heart was cold, and he worked hard but found nothing. It felt uncomfortable. He turned his head abruptly and said bluntly: "Stop talking. Let me think about it and make something better. I don't believe it anymore. There is nothing I know that can surpass this world."
Xili was silent for a while, and whispered: "Master, a woman's mind cannot be guessed, and so is a goddess. How do we mortals know what the gods like? Or, forget it. We just need to move forward, You can get out of this gorge."
"No. I just have my persistence, let me try again." Zhou Qingfeng was emotionally unstable, indignant, and a little bit stubborn. "There is enough time here for me to splurge."
In the real world for more than a month, Zhou Qingfeng also returned to other worlds several times. The teachers and students of Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts are painting goddesses. He also learns to sketch in that atmosphere, and he learns quite quickly.
Because of the special environment of Blood Flow Canyon, time and space are distorted and time is stretched. Zhou Qingfeng has actually been in this unique space for more than a year. In such a long time, he would go around inside and outside the enclosed temple.
This was once the place where the demon and the elves finally battled, and it was severely destroyed. But even so, there are still many things on the deserted battlefield. For example, the remaining elven artwork was transported to the real world by Zhou Qingfeng as a collection.
One side of the temple was also arranged as a painting corner, and Zhou Qingfeng brought a large drawing board from reality. A few charcoal pens were thrown under the drawing board. He walked around in the ruined temple when he had nothing to do, copying some scenery at will.
Broken stone pillars, broken statues, and even shattered bones, of course, the most are the Anghras that can be seen everywhere in the temple. On the drawing board is a sketch of Zhou Qingfeng, the goddess bathing picture-a game of soothing mood.
On the canvas, the mountain spring is flowing down, and Angus in the spray is enchanting, calm and elegant. The simple lines reveal the perfect curve of the goddess. Although simple, it's pretty seductive.
This is the result of Zhou Qingfeng studying painting in the temple for more than a year. There is no goddess as a model, it is all drawn by imagination and brain supplement. He started learning completely from scratch, and he didn't want to become a master painter, just to pass the time.
But in the real world for more than a month of investment and hard work, everyone will be frustrated and angry. Zhou Qingfeng thought that his creativity and hard work would be rewarded at least, but he didn't expect to get anything.
Although Xili comforted, Zhou Qingfeng felt annoyed when she thought that she did not know how long it would take to work hard to succeed, or how long it would take to escape the blood flow canyon. He stretched out his hand to tear off the canvas of the sketch, crush it, tear it off, and discard it.
But this raised his hand to grasp, the fingers just opened. There was a soft drink from behind Zhou Qingfeng... "Human, stop! Who would allow you to destroy my portrait? Even if you painted it."
Eh..., who is talking? This destroyed gorge and temple were completely silent. Zhou Qingfeng hadn't seen a living thing or even a ghost after swaying for more than a year. He was frightened and turned his head back quickly, but behind him was empty and there was no one.
Jiao Yue changed his position, and sounded from behind him again, "Human, you can't look directly at me, turn around and look at the canvas."
what's the situation
Zhou Qingfeng stayed again and again, turning his head stiffly. On the canvas is the goddess who is bathing. This painting is quite disrespectful.
A white and slender hand with a fragrance, stretched out from the back of his neck, pointed to the position of his chest on the canvas and said: "You made a mistake here, mine..., bigger."