Digital Alien

Chapter 64
"Phew, Fang and senior just saw the painting in the room of the vicious adjudicator, and they also know that the painting was painted by the tyrannical administrator."

Standing in front of Fang Yu, Jiang Xiaoying elaborated on "Fang Yu's thoughts" with great confidence.

"Phew, the tyrannical manager's greatest hobby is painting, and the one he respects the most is the great painter Walking. Fang and Senior have also inquired clearly in advance, so they came here."

Jiang Xiaoying pointed her finger at the gate of the city.

Fang Yu looked up and saw an easel beside the street inside the city gate. An old man with white hair was wearing a round cap and was sitting on a small stool, sketching towards the passing crowd.

There was a boy standing beside the old man in the round hat, who looked like a young apprentice.

When he first came to Walnut Town yesterday, Fang Yu had seen this old man, and he was still there today.From such a distance, Fang Yu can feel an atmosphere full of art.

Jiang Xiaoying continued: "Huh, Fang and senior want to get acquainted with the great painter, use the great painter to persuade the tyrannical manager, and then use the tyrannical manager to make the vicious adjudicator make concessions and save the wronged violators."

"As expected of Fang and senior, they can come up with such a thorough plan." Jiang Xiaoying nodded with a very serious expression, very satisfied with her ability to understand the hearts of Fang and senior.

Fang Yu's expression was dull, and he didn't understand what Jiang Xiaoying said for a moment.

It took a while to react.

The "vicious adjudicator" that Jiang Xiaoying mentioned, from the context, it can be known that she refers to the knight leader Qiu Lie.

And the painting hanging in Qiu Lie's room was drawn by the mayor Jiang Shouyi, so the "tyrannical manager" Jiang Xiaoying said must be her father, the mayor Jiang Shouyi.

According to Jiang Xiaoying, the old man in the round hat at the door is called Walking. He is a great painter in Hutao Town, and he is also one of Jiang Shouyi's most respected people.

Jiang Xiaoying's meaning, translated from Chinese to vernacular, is to get to know the mayor through the great painter on foot, and then through the mayor to persuade the head of the knights, Qiu Lie, to relax the deadline, so there will be a turning point.

After thinking about it, Fang Yu's eyes lit up instantly, and at the same time looked at Jiang Xiaoying in surprise.

Although this guy is in the second grade, his brain is quite bright.

But in order to maintain the image of the senior so that he can extract the remaining brain cells of the "junior" in the future, Fang Yu had no choice but to put on a beep.

Pretending to cough deeply, Fang Yu nodded and said, "Well, yes, if you can tell most of my thoughts, you are considered a barely qualified apostle."

Jiang Xiaoying was proud of herself, but on the surface she kept a humble attitude: "Phew, I'm still far from senior."

After the business bragging and embarrassing chat ended, Fang Yu drew up a plan in his heart.

It is not difficult to get acquainted with great painters, and Fang and himself can be regarded as painters who can draw blue pin one-star paintings.

Although Fang Yu did not use the system to test the painting given to Qinglan by the Qiyao Mercenary Group, the quality is estimated to be around four-star green.

Now that Fang Yu's magic power is enough, it's not a problem to draw a blue-pin one-star painting, but he just doesn't know what level this great painter is...

Fang Yu led Jiang Xiaoying across the street to the left not far from the easel. After standing still, he looked at the painting on it.

There are bustling crowds on the screen, which should be noisy and noisy, but after the inner magic power, it actually makes people feel a contrasting sense of tranquility and peace.

But upon closer inspection, the brush strokes inadvertently revealed a sharpness, Fang Yu guessed that the old painter wanted to calm his mind and spirit through painting.

I deliberately chose this noisy place, which has the meaning of "forcing myself and forcibly meditating".

He is an old man with a story.

The quality of this painting seems to be similar to that of Fang Yu's previous painting of a dragon, definitely not up to the level of Lanpin.

That's when it's time to reload the beep again.

Fang Yu walked forward, taking advantage of the gap between walking and dipping in ink, he said: "The old man's painting has just the right amount of magic power, and the end of the brush is sharp and subtle. But I think the artistic conception in the painting is still lacking."

The reason why Fang Yu chose to say this is because there is a longing for tranquility and elegance in the walking paintings, but it is always unsatisfactory.

This looks like being in shackles, either the shackles of a four-star green product, or the shackles of a five-star green product that advances to a blue product.

In addition, an artist who can draw in this style is unlikely to be as grumpy as Qiu Lie, that's why Fang Yu said it so bluntly.

The old painter turned around when he heard the words, and looked at Fang Yu with slightly cloudy eyes, and said calmly in a deep voice:

"That's true, but the artistic conception of the painting is mysterious and mysterious. A word of enlightenment has stumped countless painters, and it is impossible to ask for it."

Walking smile and said: "Little friend can see the meaning in the painting, so he must also be a painter?"

It was only then that Fang Yu realized that he still had a pair of small glasses on the bridge of his nose, which together with the round hat further highlighted his artistic temperament.

Judging by his face, this old man is at least 70 years old.

The young apprentice who looked younger than Fang Yu had been staring at Fang Yu since Fang Yu spoke, and his expression seemed to be disgusted by Fang Yu's interruption of the teacher's creation.

But when he saw Jiang Xiaoying standing quietly behind Fang Yu, his eyes widened in surprise, his head full of question marks.

He even suspected that the mayor was nearby, otherwise how could Jiang Xiaoying look like this?
Little did they know that Jiang Xiaoying was desperately using her brain cells to guess the meaning of Fang Yu's every movement and every sentence, so as to make the right action at the right time.

Fang Yu didn't care about the young man's eyes, and said bluntly, "I'm indeed a painter, and I just came up with some ideas. I want to borrow the old man's easel, I wonder if it's possible?"

Walking shook his head and laughed, got up and said: "Since I have something to teach, I will lend it to you. Looking at other people's paintings may also allow me to find a breakthrough direction."

"Teacher..." The apprentice became a little anxious. He didn't understand why the teacher lent the easel to such a young man. This man was obviously talking wildly. What can he do if he hasn't even grown a beard?
He waved his hand on foot, and interrupted the apprentice's words: "What I practiced with me is indifference and tranquility, but you still haven't been able to get started."

"Just watch quietly." Walking standing on the right side of the easel, he said with a smile, his expression very peaceful and indifferent.

If you draw it, you will know the truth.Young people are impetuous, and they usually give advice to others when they have no ability, and they will only understand when they are hit.

Walking does not believe that Fang Yu can draw any good works. After all, unlike other professions, the most important thing for a painter is time accumulation and experience accumulation. It is almost impossible to achieve success at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

After standing up on foot, Fang Yu found that the old man's body was very straight, and he didn't look old at all.

A thought flashed in his mind, walking was probably a swordsman when he was young.

Not having time to worry about so much, Fang Yu sat in front of the easel, changed the drawing paper on it, picked up the brush and dipped in the ink.

Taking a deep breath, the magic power began to flow, pouring into the pen holder through the arm.

Raising his hand, Fang Yu began to sketch on the drawing paper according to the memory and experience in his mind.

"Pretending to be..." The apprentice muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to speak out because of the teacher's presence.

Standing on the other side of the easel, Jiang Xiaoying watched Fang and the pen walk away, and her heart was shocked again.

"Huh, as expected of Senior Fang and Senior, they can do anything. I have to catch up with Senior's footsteps..." Jiang Xiaoying watched it carefully for a long time, wanting to learn it, but found that she couldn't understand it at all.

"Phew, let's focus on catching up with magic first, and we'll talk about the rest later..." Jiang Xiaoying found a reason for herself.

Fang Yu was not very smooth at the beginning, but he became more and more proficient in painting later, and at a certain moment, the pen stopped.

"Hey!"

The drawing paper was torn off.

Taking advantage of the feeling of drawing, Fang Yu quickly changed to a new drawing paper, drank a bottle of magic potion, and started drawing again.

The young apprentice sneered in his heart, and he was even more convinced that this person was an incompetent person who could only speak wild words.

But Walking's expression has become serious. Just now, Fang Yu was only halfway through the painting, and he knew that this young man's painting ability was higher than his.

There was even a trace of excitement in his eyes. Fang Yu was very grateful for having come back again. He pulled up all his energy this time and stared at Fang Yu's pen tip with all his attention.

This is a very rare opportunity. Watching the paintings of high-level painters is one of the important ways to improve the perception of painting.

Fang He held the penholder in his right hand, as if he had entered a certain state.

This time it was more fluid than the last time, and the magic power was exactly the same. At the same time, he tried his best to find his own perception and style in his heart.

In less than half an hour, Fang Yubian stopped writing, and the mysterious state left him immediately.

However, the painting has also been completed.

What he painted were not pedestrian streets, but magnificent mountains and rivers.

Fang Yu discovered that his subconscious style was completely opposite to walking. He couldn't paint the indifferent and tranquil painting style, but he was very good at this kind of aggressive and majestic painting.

Fang Yu turned on the system without any trace, and checked the painting he drew.

Item: scroll

Quality: Blue 1 star

Durability: 100
effect:

Mental Shock (100)

Sacrifice Skill: Soul Attack (200)

Description: Mental shock causes trance, and the defense and willpower of group targets decrease.

After the sacrificial skill is used, the picture scroll is destroyed, ignoring the defense and causing 200 real damage to group targets.

……

I saw that the mountain peaks in this painting were tall and straight, soaring into the sky, and a few herbivorous deer seemed to come alive, drinking water by the river at the bottom of the mountain.The big river is sparkling, and it seems to see the refraction of the sun in a trance, flickering and flickering.

Even Fang and himself were stunned. After the painting was completed, the majestic momentum rushed over, making people feel awe.

But this was painted by Fang Yu himself anyway, so he only came back to his senses after being stunned for two seconds, and looked at it no longer affected.

After a while, other people reacted one after another.

Walking excitedly, he took two steps forward and came to the painting scroll, breathing heavily.

"A master's work, this is the real master's work. The state of the blue product entering the soul, this is the state I have been looking forward to. Now that I have watched the whole process, I seem to have some insights."

He bowed to Fang Yu with his hands clasped on foot, and said with shame: "I was negligent just now, I hope you will forgive me. If you can break through Lanpin this time, I will definitely thank you very much."

Fang Yu quickly waved his hand and said politely, "It's just a coincidence, it doesn't have to be like this."

"However... I have something I want to ask Mr. Bu for help." Fang Yu said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)