Gu Bai is not very picky about the creative environment.
He was sitting in Mrs. Snake's studio, and as soon as he looked up, he could see the basalt map that he had carefully and carefully hung on the wall.
Just as he was shocked when he first saw the picture of the Pixiu dragon head, this picture of Xuanwu also gave Gu Bai an incomparably clear shock.
It's just that, unlike the Pixiu, whose teeth and claws were about to burst out of the picture, Gu Bai could clearly feel the heaviness of the mountains in front of him, as if they were towering into the clouds and supporting the heavens and the earth.
This is about the difference between ordinary painting and spiritual painting.
You don't need any cultivation or appreciation skills, you don't even need to know a little bit of art, you can clearly and intuitively feel the extraordinary.
Gu Bai remembered that he had always been evaluated as "the picture is very spiritual" and "strongly impactful". Thinking about it this way, I am afraid that the factors that he has always painted are spiritual paintings.
No wonder his certain treasure business and stall business are always so good.
Gu Bai always thought it was due to his good painting skills plus his own luck and years of accumulation. Now that I think about it, there should be such a special reason.
Gu Bai looked at the ink painting for a while, and after writing down the patterns and details on the snake's body, he lowered his head and picked up the brush.
Painting Xuanwu will be much smoother than painting the white tiger at the beginning.
After clearly realizing that the kind and gentle lady full of maternal brilliance is the spirit snake, Gu Bai quickly sketched a few strokes according to the basalt diagram drawn by Bai Ze, and after settling the structure, he started without hesitation. Draw the snake wrapped around the mysterious turtle.
The spirit snake is gentle in nature, but it is poisonous, and it is extremely aggressive when it is in danger.
Gu Bai is not too hard on this kind of contrasting character.
He spent an afternoon revising and revising it, and finally, with a light pick at the snake's tail, he drew a straight line as sharp as a cold blade.
The upper half of the snake in the painting stands tall, but its head hangs slightly, staring at the mysterious turtle below. At this time, the gorgeous poisonous snake reveals a soft tenderness.
Looking back a little, I can see the slightly raised snake tail, sharp and sharp, and extremely vigilant.
Gu Bai began to draw the mysterious turtle again.
But as soon as he touched the turtle's back, he stopped, looked up at the black turtle sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed in the ink painting, and began to be dazed.
He has never seen a mysterious turtle—whether it is the body or the human form.
Unlike what Si Yiming told him back then, the situation of painting a white tiger with a head is different. After he knew clearly that the divine beast in the painting had a prototype, Gu Bai did not dare to write at will.
And according to Bai Ze's painting, the mysterious tortoise dozing off peacefully...
Gu Bai looked at the snake he had drawn and felt that it might turn into a picture of mother and child.
Since it is a very good partner, when the snake is gentle and lowered its eyes, the mysterious turtle should also respond.
- Even if he doesn't respond, under the circumstances that he has set the tone of the picture for Mrs. Spirit Snake, Gu Bai feels that as a husband, it is impossible for him to choose to sleep.
And the beast map, anyway, with a bit of shocking power is the basic.
Gu Bai asked himself that his painting skills were not so good that he could draw a feeling of oppression like a mountain by painting a dozing divine beast. He could only use the composition and the body language of the subject to express the meaning of deterrence.
Just like the previous Pixiu and White Tiger pictures, he also needs to use the background to set off and emphasize.
But Bai Ze's bare ink drawings, with no background and only the subject, are still awesome.
Gu Bai grabbed his easel, looked at the ink painting hanging on the wall, and sighed faintly.
There is no way, Gu Bai thought, after all, Bai Ze lived tens of thousands of years longer than him.
When Mrs. Ling Snake came to ask Gu Bai to go down to dinner, she happened to hear Gu Bai sighing.
She quietly walked behind Gu Bai and glanced at the draft of Gu Bai's refined body, feeling quite satisfied.
She made some movement and asked softly, "What are you sighing for?"
Gu Bai was startled and turned around abruptly, and when he saw that it was Mrs. Ling Snake, he suddenly relaxed, obviously frightened.
Mrs. Ling Snake patted him on the back thoughtfully, but her sharp eyes saw the pendant under Gu Bai's shirt.
Mrs. Ling Snake took a deep breath, and then gently hooked the string hanging around Gu Bai's neck.
Gu Bai felt a little itchy. It was already very cold in the mountains in mid-October, but in the house of the beast, there must be an array to keep the temperature constant and dry, so the sweaters and thin cotton coats he wore outside were basically taken off, and only A single shirt underneath.
Gu Bai raised his hand and touched the hooked necklace, and looked at the woman beside him suspiciously.
Madam Ling Snake hooked the dragon tendon string again, looked at the purple Pixiu pendant, and asked Gu Bai, "Is this from Si Yiming?"
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
Madam Ling Snake withdrew her gaze and her hand, full of amazement.
Gu Bai vaguely noticed a trace of abnormality: "This... what's wrong?"
"This is the bark of Jianmu." Mrs. Ling Snake said, "There is only one tree in the sky and the ground. It was planted by the Yellow Emperor to communicate with the heaven and the earth. Before the heaven collapsed, the immortals relied on this tree to communicate with each other. Later, when the heavenly court collapsed, Jianmu disappeared."
Gu Bai rubbed the thumb-sized purple pixiu wood carving. He didn't have a specific concept of anything else. The only thing he knew was that this thing around his neck was very expensive.
And could be priceless.
"This rope, Jiaolong tendon, Jiaolong died out thousands of years ago. The water race is too incompetent to be able to transform Jiaolong." After Mrs. Ling Snake said, she felt that Pixiu was a Pixiu. Even Jianmu and Jiaolongjin can be given away at will.
Gu Bai withdrew his paw that touched the wood carving, wanted to touch the rope and withdrew his hand.
Seems like a priceless treasure.
Gu Bai suddenly felt that the pendant on his neck was a little heavy.
"Pixiu is pretty good." Mrs. Ling Snake patted the uncomfortable Gu Bai's shoulder, "Let's go, let's go down for dinner."
Gu Bai watched Mrs. Ling Snake lightly leave the studio with graceful steps, and couldn't help touching the pendant on her neck again, feeling a little lost.
He looked down at the Pixiu jade string in his hand, and did not know the value of this string of jade strings.
Gu Bai touched the mobile phone in his pocket and found that there was a signal. He quickly took two pictures and sent them to Gu Lang for help.
Then I photographed the jade string and sent it to the Shimen group for help.
The signal in the mountains was not very good, it was intermittent, the pictures in the Shimen group were still at 10% after wandering around for a long time, but the pictures sent to his dad were unexpectedly smooth.
To Gu Bai's surprise, his father actually texted him back!
Still in seconds!
Gu Lang also took a photo for Gu Bai. In the picture were Gu Lang's vicious face that was not easy to mess with at first glance, and a piranha with sharp teeth - it looked like Gu Lang's trophy.
Immediately afterwards, the text message from the old father was: Anyway, Pixiu asked you for help, and it would be worth it if you took him out to bankruptcy.
Gu Bai was silent for a while, and finally returned with a smile.
His values are a little bit different from Gu Lang, who takes advantage of him and doesn't think he's right enough.
Gu Bai touched the pendant on his neck and decided that if Mr. Si still asks him for help in the future, he will not be paid.
After making this decision for the best, Gu Bai let out a long sigh.
Si Yiming, who had been waiting downstairs for a few minutes and did not see Gu Bai come down, came up. As soon as he came up, he saw Gu Bai's dignified face, and couldn't help but be startled.
Si Yiming knocked on the solid wood stair railing: "What's wrong?"
Gu Bai turned around and did not answer directly, but said, "I can't draw a mysterious turtle."
Si Yiming glanced at the line draft of the snake on the easel, which was quite finished, and then glanced at the mysterious turtle and the background, which were only a few lines, and nodded: "Come down to eat first."
"Okay." Gu Bai obediently followed Mr. Si down.
The supper was made by Mrs. Snake herself. The ingredients were not spiritual plants, but game hunted in the mountains. It tasted quite good after being skillfully cooked.
A table of non-human beings didn't pay attention to the rules of eating and not talking. Gu Bai seemed to have forgotten the distress and helplessness just now.
Naturally, it is the experience of cooking.
Gu Bai has always depended on recipes for cooking, and no one has ever taught him any skills. No matter how hard he dies, he will just watch a few food videos to learn.
Mrs. Ling Snake has never seen a monster who is interested in cooking, and she is still a little cub.
She was in a great mood, and generously taught Gu Bai her unique skills.
At the dinner table, one big and one small, you came and I talked freely. Si Yiming, who was occasionally responsible for cutting vegetables and washing vegetables for Gu Bai, was a little unhappy.
Gu Bai muttered softly, "Mr. Si likes sweet food. Wouldn't it be too sweet if you add sugar to the stew?"
The gentle lady replied: "Try it first. If it's too sweet, add water and salt to adjust it, or put a few potato cubes in it."
"Mmmmm." Gu Bai nodded, poking his head on the phone screen to take notes.
Si Yiming's action of adding vegetables paused, and suddenly he felt better.
After dinner, Mr. Si directly took Gu Bai out of the room. When Gu Bai still didn't understand what was going on, Si Yiming took out two talismans from his pocket and put a Gu Bai pocket in his pocket. He tucked one in, and then wrapped his arms around Gu Bai's waist, without saying a word, he took him to the sky.
Gu Bai: …
Gu Bai: ! ! ! !
It was completely different from the feeling of being as light as a piece of paper when the soul was out of the body. Gu Bai could clearly feel the gravitational pull pulling him, the soles of his feet were empty, and the hands on his waist could keep him in the air.
Gu Bai watched helplessly as the earth was getting farther and farther away from him. He was so frightened that he couldn't even utter a word.
Mr. Si, who thought he could solve everything perfectly with a shelter from the wind, felt suffocated for a while.
He simply changed back to the prototype, threw Gu Bai on his back, and began to fly smoothly to the north.
Mr. Si's body revealed this time is very large, so big that Gu Bai can roll twice on his back.
Gu Bai was lying on the back of the Pixiu dumbfounded, and the smooth and cold scales of the Pixiu and the cool clouds were in close contact with his cheeks.
There was no wind at a high altitude, which was advancing steadily. It was probably some way to avoid it. From a distance, you could see a plane sailing safely in the distance. There was also no trouble. It was probably some way to hide yourself.
Gu Bai finally reacted, got up, wanted to touch Pixiu's golden scales, stretched his hand halfway, and looked up at the dragon head that was breaking through the clouds.
He whispered: "Si, Mr. Si, can I touch you?"
Although the voice is small, the excitement in it almost overflows!
Si Yiming: "..."
How can I take your words.
Gu Bai, who found that his words were ambiguous, quickly clarified: "I, I will touch the scales!"
Si Yiming said angrily, "You are already sitting on my back."
This is agreed.
Gu Bai couldn't help laughing twice, and he touched the scales under his hands softly and meticulously.
Hard and icy, like a soldier's armor, the edges looked sharp, but even though Gu Bai carefully avoided it, he accidentally rubbed the edge of the scales.
He had to wait for the pain in a conditioned reflex, but found that the edge of the scale became soft, and there was no damage after rubbing it.
Gu Bai was stunned for a while, realizing that this was due to the thoughtfulness of the boss, and couldn't help but smile: "...Thank you, Mr. Si!"
Si Yiming didn't deny it, just reminded: "Be careful."
Gu Bai had no scruples, and felt contented. He couldn't even control his wild hands. He climbed behind Si Yiming's neck and lightly touched the delicate and fragile scales behind the dragon's head.
The weak spot on the back of the neck was gently touched, Si Yiming felt goosebumps all over his body and he was about to lose three pounds, and he almost threw Gu Bai off without turning his head!
Fortunately, Gu Bai quickly withdrew his hand, as if he just realized the problem, and asked, "Mr. Si, where are we going?"
"Can't you draw a mysterious turtle?"
Si Yiming shook his head and relieved the tingling of the weak spot on the back of his neck when he was touched, and then continued: "I'll take you to see the ghostly aurora guarded by Xuangui."
The author has something to say: Gu Bai: Look! have a look! Mr. Si is really a good guy like a textbook!
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