In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

On this day, in November 1465, the weather returned to the winter rainy season, and Anno went out alone to a nearby river.

When there are no orders, artists will go out to find inspiration to paint works that are not for sale.

===Chapter 160 Chapter Three Harley===

In November, the winter rain period has not yet fully entered, and the rainfall is not large.

The drizzle turns into dewdrops, condensing on the leaves and grass, giving off a fresh and natural breath, green and dripping.

Anno carried a simple drawing board, a stool, a paintbrush, a palette and some paints in his hands.

Although his main subject is goldsmithing, if he wants to relax, he naturally chooses oil painting.

He came to the river, put down his luggage and was focused and nervous when he was studying and working, breathing the fresh water vapor in the air.

The long hair is still kept, and it is often taken care of. It is very smooth and scattered behind Anno, and is gently blown by the wind.

Now Anno is almost 18 years old, and his height is 180. Although the food is good on weekdays, he still looks a little thin.

After finding a good viewing point, Anno placed the simple easel and was ready to start painting.

He wanted to paint a landscape oil painting, which he expected to finish before going back.

While he was swaying his art to the fullest, a figure appeared not far from him, secretly observing his every move.

The figure in the dark looked at An Nuo and scratched his head: "Is that person the so-called artist?"

Anno focused on the painting, not paying attention to what was behind him at all.

The figure in the dark came for an outing today. I thought it was an ordinary and uninhabited meadow by the river, but I didn't expect that there were already guests before she came.

On Anno's canvases, the rudiments of rivers, trees, grass, stones, and other objects are already on the paper.

The girl in the dark saw that Anno did not notice herself, so she became a little more daring and walked out of the woods.

Anno turned his head when he heard the movement.

The eyes of the two met, and they were both stunned.

Anno's long black hair was blown by the wind, and he could only use his little finger to straighten his hair so that he could see the girl clearly.

The girl was a little curious.

"Hello, sir." The girl greeted.

"Hello, miss." The other party greeted first, and Anno had to stand up and return the salute.

"Are you an artist? Sir." Anno saw the girl clearly.

The long wine red hair, perhaps a natural curl, is actually a rare big wavy hairstyle.

The girl is very beautiful, but not so beautiful that people fall in love at first sight, but it just happens that the facial features seem to be more reasonable.

Wearing aristocratic costumes, an exquisite outing dress and small leather shoes, he looked at Anno from a distance.

"Yes, I'm an artist." Anno just looked at it for a while, then looked away.

From the appearance of the girl, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The girl saw that Anno could communicate, so she came up and tasted Anno's works.

"Aren't all artists creating art?" Looking at the exquisite and realistic scenery made by Anno, the girl expressed different opinions.

"Um?"

"You're just copying nature, is it art?" The girl didn't understand very well, but she bravely asked.

But Anno was not angry, but a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

This unknown girl gave him a little inspiration.

"My name is Lawrence Anno Falgo. May I know your name?"

"I'm Harley." The girl showed a formal smile, "Hali Bahargul Owes."

"Ovis..." Anno recalled for a moment, and found that he had this surname in his memory.

It seems to be an old noble baron from Florence?

===Chapter 160 [-] "Travel to Hell"===

Although Verrocchio was not an aristocrat, as a great artist who was close to politics and religion, there was no doubt that he belonged to the upper class.

Therefore, Verrocchio often went out to the drinking parties and dinners in the upper class.

So sometimes, his students can follow Verrocchio to the places of the upper class, gain insights and develop ideas.

Anno has followed Verrocchio to more than one banquet, which may be because Verrocchio needs to take Anno to find Anno's past.

The surname of Orwes may be the old nobleman that he heard or saw at a certain reception.

Not many old aristocrats survived until the 15th century in Florence, and basically all died in the catastrophe of the last century.

However, the status of aristocrats is not what Anno is most interested in. Artists with great reputation and skills have a status no less than that of nobles in society, which is the characteristic of this era.

He is 1.8 meters tall. Sitting on a stool, he can just look at the girl at eye level: "Miss has a unique understanding of art and has given me a lot of inspiration..."

He pondered for a few minutes, and Harry didn't speak either, just looking at the somewhat eccentric artist.

"I don't really understand such things as art..." The girl scratched her head, perhaps a little embarrassed for her disturbing Anno's thoughts, "Well, I just think it would be boring to imitate blindly. and ordinary?"

Anno slammed his mouth: "It seems... is it really a bit?"

Landscape paintings are indeed refreshing, but there are too many, and it is a bit aesthetically fatigued and boring.

During this time, Anno was still consolidating his foundation, and he used copying the works of Mr. Verrocchio and several brothers as the main practice method.

But the girl's words gave him a hint of inspiration.

Blindly imitating made him into a bottleneck.

So, what about abandoning copying?

Anno suddenly laughed heartily and loudly.

It startled Harry on the side.

What happened to this young artist?Why did it start like this after saying something I didn't know?It's not a neuropathy, is it?

Anno's laughter stopped, and he didn't care about Harry next to him. He just boldly stained the paintbrush with different paints, and then started to create on the canvas to his heart's content.

The river is muddy, the trees are torn down, the sky is stained.

In the end, a bizarre and absurd work appeared on the canvas in front of Anno.

Rivers of green water flowed through flaming trees, and the sky was no longer blue, but shrouded in gloomy purple.

Strangely large fish swim in the water, splash and land on the white grass lawn.

A strange man with wings and a white robe walks by the river with his back to the picture.

It is an eerie and harmonious work.

Anno, who completed this work that desecrated the current art form, wiped the sweat from his forehead and showed a happy smile: "Miss Halle, how is my painting now?"

Harry leaned over, with a fragrant smell.

Not the smell of perfume.

The burgundy hair almost covered Harry's whole body.

She looked at Anuo's painting without comment, just smiled: "I don't know if this is art or not, I just know it's pretty."

"Really?" Anno was quite satisfied with this evaluation, "That's fine."

He sat down again, perfecting the details of the painting.

Harry didn't continue to disturb Anno, and left after watching for a while, walking quietly.

This painting has basically nothing to do with the scenery, with a strong fantasy color.

Anno named it "Hell Tour".

When Anno returned to Verrocchio's studio with his drawing board, easel and paintings, the sun was almost setting, and Anno, who had been eating all day, only felt his chest against his back.

The brothers have all gone home, and they will have to wait a while for dinner. Anno is going to show Verrocchio the painting.

Verrocchio's bronze sculpture is almost finished, and he is now figuring out how to carve Goliath's head in his office.

Anno knocked on the door: "Teacher, are you inside?"

"Is it Lawrence? Please come in." Verrocchio's voice was muffled due to being blocked by the door.

Anno pushed open the door and walked in.

"Teacher, this is my work today." Anno thought for a while, "Uh, is it a bit special?"

"Oh? Something special? Let me see." Verrocchio was interested.

The student Lawrence is the most worry-free and most surprising one among the students he has brought.

Therefore, he is not surprised what kind of works Lawrence comes up with.

He took the painting that Anno handed over and pasted on the drawing board, and his eyes lit up.

He first said, "The guys in the church will probably like this painting."

Surprisingly, Anno thought that Verrocchio would question this work, but did not expect that it would receive positive reviews.

Anno ignored that, apart from a few people who were rigid to the extreme, artists were originally a group of pioneers with strong receptive ability.

"Trees on fire, green water, white grass...a punchy image!"

"Walking Jesus is calm and composed...that's really good!"

Anuo explained: "The fire tree represents people's emotions and hostility, the green water represents people's influence on the world, and the white grass represents the ubiquitous troubles, which are numerous and cannot be managed."

Verrocchio hugged Anno, a little excited: "Lawrence, you know, this may be your famous moment!"

Anno was a little embarrassed: "In fact...Teacher, if I hadn't received a woman's suggestion by the river, I might have painted ordinary landscape paintings, which may be excellent, but boring."