Monster Apartment

Chapter 55: Do you think Gu Bai is a monster of your wood clan?

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After redrafting a draft and applying paint, Gu Bai thought about the grand scene he saw last night while waiting for the paint to dry.

After thinking about it, he carefully took off the board and put it on the workbench beside him. Then he put on a new drawing board. He took out the water-soluble color lead from the tool box, and took out another piece of watercolor paper. The back, clipped to a new artboard.

Compared with watercolor, water-soluble color pencil has a very clear advantage.

That is, it has very clear brushstrokes and a smudge effect similar to watercolor, and the controllability is much better than watercolor.

The most important thing is that it is definitely more convenient to bring a set of water-soluble color pencils than a complete set of watercolor utensils when going out.

—But Gu Bai brought both of them.

As for the materials for the murals, Gu Bai didn't bring them because Mr. Si said at the time that he had a destination.

Now it seems that there is indeed. In Madam Snake's studio, all kinds of materials are quite complete, from sewing to painting to large-scale sculpture tools. There is also a cloakroom next to Gu Bai's studio. All of them are children's clothes designed and made by Mrs. Snake herself.

From babies to at least years old, there are basically all.

Gu Bai also saw a lot of big-name paints in the cabinets of this studio, but he didn't use them.

The small box of watercolors brought by myself is completely sufficient, and there is no need to be greedy for this kind of cheapness.

Gu Bai took a solid yellow colored pencil and began to play.

Si Yiming was pushed up by Mrs. Ling Snake to deliver dinner to Gu Bai.

Before that, she was ordered by Mrs. Snake to wash the steamer.

As one of the rare beasts that Si Yiming can get along with with a respectful attitude, Mrs. Ling Snake ordered her to be righteous, and Si Yiming had no objection. She sorted out the mess she had tossed up, and carried those he steamed by the way. , but the pastry, which is really not very good-looking, was sent to the third floor.

When creating, it is always quite taboo to be disturbed.

Si Yiming knew this very well, so when he went upstairs, his hands and feet were very light, and when he walked behind Gu Bai, Gu Bai didn't notice it.

Mr. Si was holding two plates of steamed buns, and saw that Gu Bai was holding a wet brush, gently and carefully smearing some brushstrokes with colored pencils.

Si Yiming stood behind Gu Bai, looked at the picture, and was stunned for a moment.

It was a very warm picture.

There is an orange-red sunset in the picture, and the sky and clouds of different colors are rendered by the sunset.

And above the sea of clouds, shrouded in warm light, and reflecting the soft streamer, the Pixiu in the setting sun.

It is completely different from the Pixiu Tu, which is always mighty and brave, and full of killing and ferocity.

In this picture with a low degree of completion, Pixiu actually showed a softness that was completely unfamiliar to him, and even the cold and hard scales became inexplicably soft, flowing with the warm sunset, being soft and soft. Covered by a warm halo, above the sea of clouds, the entire picture appears soft and warm.

Si Yiming recognized this picture.

It was the sunset he saw last night when he carried Gu Bai to the Netherworld.

Gu Bai seems to have used up the bright colors with extremely high saturation that he is good at, making this picture extraordinarily warm and warm.

Si Yiming watched for a while, then when Gu Bai lowered his head to wash the pen tip, he said, "Why don't you paint yourself?"

Gu Bai was startled by his sudden sound, turned his head to look at Si Yiming, then stood up in a panic, trying to cover the painting on the easel.

"What's in the way, I saw it all."

Si Yiming put the steamed buns on the workbench and saw the other side of the drawing board that had been dried.

He picked up a steamed bun, turned his head and stuffed it into Gu Bai's mouth.

Gu Bai was holding the steamed bun in his mouth and wanted to reach out to take it. He looked down at his hand stained with color. He hesitated between standing here and washing his hands, and finally chose the latter.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai run to wash his hands with the bun in his mouth, and then lowered his head to look at Gu Bai's painting.

He felt that Gu Bai probably added some strange filter to him.

He is a mighty beast of war, and he also works part-time to attract wealth and treasure. No matter how you look at it, it should not look like this painting.

But this painting is from Gu Bai's hands, and it is still a spiritual painting in the end, and there is indeed a hint of Pixiu in the painting.

It's just that there is no sense of mighty power at all, but a wealth of wealth is overflowing everywhere.

When Gu Bai came out with steamed buns in his hands after washing, he felt a little embarrassed to see Si Yiming looking down at his paintings.

It is indeed a bit of a shame that the picture of Quiet Mimi's painting of other people's body has also been discovered.

"Why didn't I draw you in?" Si Yiming asked again.

"Huh?" Gu Bai was stunned and glanced at the painting, "I think it looks better this way."

Si Yiming felt that if he really wanted to paint, it would actually look good. Gu Bai level is here.

He thought about it and asked, "You don't usually like to draw people."

Gu Bai suddenly felt embarrassed, looked down at the steamed buns that he had bitten a few bites into, and pressed softly: "Because few people buy paintings with figures."

Si Yiming:…

Si Yiming: Oh.

Almost forgot your character as a poor art student.

Si Yiming patted Gu Bai's shoulder: "Keep painting, I'll go downstairs and get you something to eat."

To say what Gu Bai felt most satisfied with this trip to the north, it was definitely not the aurora that night, nor the scenery he had never seen before, and it was not the fact that he and his relatives and friends around him were not. people.

It was the food that Mrs. Snake gave him in different ways.

From staple food to small snacks, Gu Bai never stopped.

During the mural painting on the wall, in addition to patrolling every day, Mrs. Ling Snake prepared all kinds of food for Gu Bai happily, and cut three sets of clothes for Gu Bai by the way, not even letting go of her underwear.

Mr. Si, who was put into the cold palace, breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that he had never been so comfortable in the north.

Mrs. Ling Snake likes to watch Gu Bai's paintings. While waiting for the materials to dry, Gu Bai drew a bust of Mrs. Ling Snake in the gap. The color pencil sketch was not very pleasant, but she was beamed by Mrs. Ling Snake. It was hung in the bedroom, and by the way, I handed over the photo of the mysterious turtle to Gu Bai, and asked him to draw another.

Gu Bai refused, but he got three sets of clothes and helped to draw a sketch. Naturally, he agreed, and he drew it very quickly.

Si Yiming glanced at the two paintings with spiritual energy, and then at the stone tablet with the draft and the background color, and his eyes finally fell on Gu Bai.

"Are you feeling sick?" he asked.

Gu Bai felt it for a while, then shook his head: "Except for the accidental overeating, there is nothing unusual."

Eating too much while growing up is not a big deal.

When the growth period is over, Gu Bai will return to his old cat stomach.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me right away." Si Yiming reminded.

Spiritual painting always has a certain amount of wear and tear on the artist. Either the spirit is easy to fatigue, or the body is easy to feel weak, or it is like Bai Ze, forcibly painting and extracting the essence.

Although Gu Bai has never stopped painting since he knew each other, for their group of divine beasts, it's actually not much.

Bai Ze had been drawing ghosts for nearly a hundred years back then, and he had barely finished painting until the time when Huang Di was about to burp. Gu Bai's intensity was really a piece of cake.

But since he was still a cub, Si Yiming felt that he had to remind him to observe carefully.

"Mr. Xie just sent me three orders." Gu Bai said, "They are all human."

Si Yiming paused and said, "Don't do it yet, come here, I'll teach you how to use spiritual power."

Gu Bai’s painting habitually guides his own spiritual power into the painting. Although this is his unconscious behavior, it is actually an auxiliary technique of spiritual painting.

But the most important thing about a spiritual painting is the integrity and purity of the artist's own origin, supplemented by certain techniques and aura, or adding some painting materials made by spiritual plants, so that a spiritual painting can be created.

Si Yiming understands the truth.

However, due to innate limitations, it is impossible to draw.

Painting for other humans and other monsters doesn't need to waste so much effort, in today's environment, every bit of spiritual energy is worth a thousand dollars.

Si Yiming is still very stingy in nature.

Gu Bai was very curious about learning spiritual power. As a result, on the first day of learning, he was pulled out of bed by Si Yiming before dawn and carried to the large terrace on the third floor.

Mr. Si told him: "Cross your legs, close your eyes, face the east, Lingtai... Well, let your mind go empty and meditate."

Gu Bai was stunned for two seconds, and after patting his butt to take a photo, he sat down and fell asleep as expected.

With Gu Bai's human thinking, he has absolutely no idea what kind of operation is the instinctive meditation for the natural creatures.

After three days of failure, Si Yiming had no choice but to find Mrs. Ling Snake with him.

However, two big, one small, three naturally raised spirits have been tossing with each other for almost a month, and they have not made any success. Gu Bai has already finished painting the three paintings that Xie Zhi gave him in the interval between the murals.

Then the mural was finished, but Gu Bai still made no progress at all.

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai, who couldn't feel his energy at all, and felt a rare feeling of exhaustion.

In terms of training and growth as a spiritual creature, the little cub is as clumsy as an elm—no, the elm is better, as clumsy as a stone.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai say goodbye to Mrs. Ling Snake and got into the car, then huddled in the back seat, daring to speak.

The reason for the chirping was that he clearly realized that he would not be able to learn the meditation taught by Mrs. and Mr. Si.

Even if Mr. Si and Mrs. Ling Snake didn't mind him being stupid, Gu Bai couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

Since he was a child, he has never encountered such a problem that he can't touch his life or death.

This is not a difficulty that can be overcome with hard work. For such a mysterious thing, he is a layman who cannot enter through the door.

Then again, Gu Bai didn't know what Qi Ji was.

Mrs. Ling Snake and Si Yiming couldn't say anything specific.

After asking my father and a few others for help, I couldn't get a definite answer.

This thing seems to be the same as breathing for the monsters, it is written in the instinct.

"This is the reward given to you by Mrs. Spirit Snake." Si Yiming handed the bottle of venom to Gu Bai, "It's venom. If you encounter danger in the future, just smash the bottle, including accidentally encountering evil spirits. something like that."

At this moment, Gu Bai didn't even dare to say the words of refusal, silently raised his head, silently stretched out his hand, and silently accepted it.

"It's okay." Si Yiming reassured him, "When I get home, I'll take you to ask those two cultivating humans."

Gu Bai nodded, and carefully put away the few paintings that were ready to be brought back.

After several days of driving and a half-day flight, Gu Bai followed Si Yiming to the land of S City again.

I don't know if it was an illusion or not, but Gu Bai clearly noticed that a low dragon roar came from the ground under his feet, very much like the sound of Mr. Si's body roaring.

Si Yiming took Gu Bai to Yumu's place to customize the frame.

Then, when Gu Bai ran to pick wood, he asked Old Yumu, "Do you think Gu Bai is a monster of your wood clan?"

Old Yumu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, pushed the plain glasses that he pretended to be reading glasses, glanced at Gu Bai on the other side, and then shook his head.

"It's not like our Mu family, but it's very kind."

He said this, thought for a while, and lightly stepped on the ground under his feet with the soles of his feet.

"Like this."

The author has something to say: Si Yiming: I suspect that Gu Bai is an elm, so stupid!

Gu Bai: I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!