Monster Apartment

Gu Bai is not very picky about the creative environment.

He was sitting in Mrs. Spirit Snake's studio, and when he looked up, he could see the Xuanwu map that he had carefully hung on the wall.

Just like the instant shock when he first saw the picture of the brave dragon's head, this Xuanwu picture also gave Gu Bai an extremely clear shock.

It's just that unlike the Pixiu who was about to rush out of the screen and bite, Gu Bai could clearly feel the heaviness of the mountains that towered into the clouds and supported the heaven and earth shown in the Xuanwu map in front of him.

This is roughly the difference between ordinary paintings and spiritual paintings.

You don't need any training or appreciative skills, or even a little bit of art knowledge, to clearly and intuitively feel the extraordinary.

Gu Bai recalled that he always got comments like "the picture is very spiritual" and "strong impact". Thinking about it this way, I am afraid that there is a factor in it that he has always painted spiritual paintings.

No wonder his treasure business and stall business are always so good.

Gu Bai always thought that it was due to his good painting skills plus his own luck and years of accumulation. Now that he thinks about it, there should be such a special reason.

Gu Bai looked at the ink painting for a while, and after noting down the patterns and details on the Spirit Snake, he lowered his head and picked up the brush.

Painting Xuanwu will be much smoother than painting white tiger.

After clearly realizing that the kind and gentle lady who is full of maternal brilliance is the spirit snake, Gu Bai quickly sketched a few rough strokes according to the Xuanwu diagram drawn by Bai Ze, and after finalizing the structure, he started to work without hesitation. He drew the spirit snake wrapped around Xuangui's body.

Spirit snakes are gentle in nature, yet venomous, and are extremely aggressive in case of danger. If they don't move, they will kill them, and if they move, they will surely reap the lives of their opponents.

Gu Bai doesn't have a hard time dealing with this kind of extremely contrasting character performance.

He spent the whole afternoon revising and correcting, and finally he picked the tail of the snake lightly, and drew a straight line as sharp as a cold blade.

The upper half of the spirit snake in the painting stands tall, but its head hangs slightly, looking at the black turtle below. At this time, the colorful poisonous snake reveals a gentle tenderness.

Looking back a little, you can see the slightly raised tail of the snake, which is sharp and sharp, and is extremely vigilant.

Gu Bai started to draw the black turtle again.

But as soon as he touched the turtle's back, he stopped, looked up at the black turtle sleeping with his eyes closed in the ink painting, and started to be dazed.

He has never seen a black turtle—whether in body or human form.

Unlike what Si Yiming told him back then when painting a white tiger, Gu Bai didn't dare to paint casually after he clearly knew that the divine beast in the painting had a prototype.

And if I draw it according to the tortoise dozing peacefully in Bai Ze's painting...

Gu Bai looked at the spirit snake he drew, and felt that it might become a picture of a mother and child.

Since it is a very good partner, when the spirit snake lowers its eyes gently, the black tortoise should also respond.

——Even if he doesn't respond, Gu Bai feels that as a husband, it is impossible for him to choose to sleep under the condition that he has set the tone of the picture for Mrs. Spirit Snake.

And the picture of the gods and beasts, no matter what, it is basic to have a trace of shocking power.

Gu Bai asked himself that his painting skills were not good enough to draw a snoozing mythical beast with a sense of oppression like a mountain. He could only use the composition and the body language of the main body of the picture to express a sense of deterrence.

Just like the Pixiu and White Tiger pictures before, he also needs to use the background to set off and emphasize.

But Baize's bare ink drawings, with no background and only the main body, are still awesome.

Gu Bai picked up his easel, looked at the ink painting hanging on the wall, and sighed faintly.

There is no other way, Gu Bai thought, after all, Bai Ze lived tens of thousands of years longer than him.

When Mrs. Spirit Snake came to ask Gu Bai to go down to eat, she happened to hear Gu Bai sighing.

She quietly walked behind Gu Bai, glanced at the draft that Gu Bai had finished detailing her body, and felt quite satisfied.

She made some movement, and asked softly, "Why are you sighing?"

Gu Bai was startled, turned around suddenly, and relaxed after seeing Mrs. Spirit Snake, obviously frightened.

Madam Spirit Snake patted him on the back thoughtfully, but saw the pendant under Gu Bai's single clothes with sharp eyes.

Mrs. Spirit Snake took a deep breath, then lightly hooked the string hanging around Gu Bai's neck.

Gu Bai felt a little itchy. It was already very cold in the deep mountains in mid-October, but in the house of the beast, there must be a formation to keep the temperature constant and dry, so the sweaters and thin cotton jackets he wore outside were basically taken off. A single shirt underneath.

Gu Bai raised his hand to touch the hooked necklace, and looked suspiciously at the woman beside him.

Madam Spirit Snake hooked the thin dragon tendon rope again, looked at the purple pixiu pendant, and asked Gu Bai: "Is this Si Yiming's gift for you?"

Gu Bai was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes."

Madam Spirit Snake withdrew her eyes and hands, her face full of amazement.

Gu Bai faintly sensed something unusual: "What... is it?"

"This is the bark of Jianmu." Mrs. Spirit Snake said, "There is only one tree in the sky and on the earth. The Yellow Emperor planted it to communicate with the world. Before the heavens collapsed, immortals relied on this tree to travel between heaven and earth. Later, the heavenly court collapsed, and Jianmu disappeared.”

Gu Bai caressed the thumb-sized little purple Pixiu woodcarving. He didn't have a specific idea about anything else. The only thing he knew was that the thing on his neck was very expensive.

And potentially priceless.

"This rope, the tendons of the dragon, the dragon has been extinct thousands of years ago, the aquarium is too incompetent, there is no one who can turn into a dragon." After Madam Ling Snake finished speaking, she felt that the brave is really brave. They have been hoarding goods since ancient times until now. Even Jianmu and Jiaolong tendons can be given out at will.

Gu Bai withdrew his claws for touching the woodcarving, wanted to touch the rope and then withdrew his hand.

Seems like a real priceless treasure.

Gu Bai suddenly felt that the pendant on his neck was a bit heavy.

"Pixiu is fine." Mrs. Spirit Snake patted Gu Bai's shoulder, who was feeling uncomfortable, "Let's go, go down and have dinner."

Gu Bai watched Mrs. Spirit Snake leave the studio lightly with graceful steps, and couldn't help touching the pendant around her neck again, feeling a little at a loss.

He looked down at the Pixiu jade string in his hand, but he didn't know how much the jade string was worth.

Gu Bai touched the phone in his pocket, and found that there was a signal, so he quickly took two photos and sent them to Gu Lang, asking for help.

Then I took a photo of the jade string and sent it to the teacher group, asking for help.

The signal in the mountains is not very good, intermittent, the pictures in the Shimen group wandered around for a long time and still stayed at 10%, but the pictures sent to his father were unexpectedly smooth.

What surprised Gu Bai was that his father actually texted him back!

It's still seconds!

Gu Lang also took a photo for Gu Bai. In the picture was Gu Lang's vicious face, which was not easy to provoke at first glance, and a piranha full of sharp teeth - it seemed to be Gu Lang's trophy.

Immediately afterwards, the text message from the old father read: Anyway, it is Pixiu who asks you for help, and it is worthwhile for you to take him out and ruin his fortune.

Gu Bai was silent for a while, and finally returned a smile.

His values ​​are a bit different from that of Gu Lang, who took advantage of it and felt confident enough.

Gu Bai touched the pendant on his neck, and decided that if Mr. Si still asked him for help in the future, he would not be paid.

After making this decision, Gu Bai let out a long sigh.

Si Yiming, who had waited downstairs for a few minutes without seeing Gu Bai come down, came up. As soon as he came up, he saw Gu Bai's serious face, and couldn't help being startled.

Si Yiming tapped on the solid wood stair railing: "What's wrong?"

Gu Bai turned around and didn't answer directly, but said: "I can't draw a black turtle."

Si Yiming glanced at the fairly well-finished sketch of the spirit snake on the easel, then at the black turtle and the background with only a few lines, and nodded: "Come down to eat first."

"Okay." Gu Bai obediently followed Mr. Si down.

The dinner was made by Mrs. Spirit Snake herself. The ingredients are not spiritual plants, but wild game picked from the mountains. It tastes pretty good after cooking.

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, holding the phone and learning from Mrs. Spirit Snake with sparkling eyes.

It is naturally the experience of cooking.

Gu Bai has always relied on recipes for cooking, no one has ever taught him any skills, no matter how exhausted he is, he just watches a few food videos to learn.

Mrs. Spirit Snake has never seen a monster who is interested in cooking, and she is still a 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 come and talk with each other, Si Yiming, who is occasionally in charge of chopping and washing vegetables for Gu Bai, silently grilled the rice, a little unhappy.

Gu Bai muttered in a low voice: "Mr. Si likes to eat sweet food. Will adding sugar to the stew make it too sweet?"

The gentle lady replied: "Try it first, if it's too sweet, add water and salt to adjust, or put a few potato cubes in."

"Yeah." Gu Bai nodded, poking his phone screen to take notes.

Si Yiming paused for a moment while picking up the vegetables, and suddenly felt better.

After the meal, Mr. Si directly carried Gu Bai out of the room. When Gu Bai was still at a loss as to what had happened, Si Yiming took out two talisman seals from his pocket and carried a Gu Bai pocket Li stuffed one, then put his arms around Gu Bai's waist, and took him to the sky without saying a word.

Gu Bai: ...

Gu Bai:! ! ! !

It is completely different from the feeling of being light and light like a piece of paper when the soul is out of the body. Gu Bai can clearly feel the gravity pulling him, and the bottom of his feet is empty, and he can only stay in the air with the hands on his waist.

Gu Bai watched the ground getting farther and farther away from him, he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, his whole body was stiff, and he could only tightly hug Si Yiming next to him.

Mr. Si, who thought he could solve everything perfectly with a talisman from the wind, felt suffocated for a while.

He simply changed back to his original form, threw Gu Bai on his back, and started flying towards the north smoothly.

The body that Mr. Si revealed this time is very big, so big that Gu Bai can roll on his back twice.

Gu Bai lay on Pixiu's back in a daze, and the smooth and cold scales of Pixiu and traces of cool clouds were in close contact with his cheeks.

There was no wind in the high altitude while advancing steadily, and I probably used some method to avoid it. From a distance, I could see a plane sailing safely in the distance, and there was nothing wrong with it, and I probably used some method to hide myself.

Gu Bai finally came to his senses, got up, wanted to touch Pixiu's golden scales, stretched his hands halfway, and looked up at the dragon's 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 answer your words.

Gu Bai, who found that his words were ambiguous, quickly clarified: "I, I just touch the scales!"

Si Yiming said angrily, "You are already sitting on my back."

This is agreed.

Gu Bai couldn't help laughing twice, stroked the scales under his hands gently and delicately.

Hard and cold, like armor worn by warriors, the edges look very sharp, even though Gu Bai carefully avoided it, he still accidentally brushed against the edges of the scales.

He had to reflexively wait for the pain, but found that the edges of the scales became soft, and there was no harm after rubbing them.

Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, and realized that it was the thoughtfulness of this boss, so he couldn't help but smile: "...Thank you, Mr. Si!"

Si Yiming didn't deny it either, but just reminded: "Be careful."

Gu Bai lost his scruples and felt satisfied. Before he could even control his hands, he crawled behind Si Yiming's neck, and lightly touched the delicate and fragile scales on the back of the dragon's head.

The weak part of the back of the neck was touched gently, and Si Yiming felt goosebumps all over his body to shake off three catties, and he almost didn't turn his head and threw Gu Bai off!

Fortunately, Gu Bai quickly withdrew his hand, as if he had just realized the problem, and asked, "Mr. Si, where are we going?"

"Aren't you unable to draw a black turtle?"

Si Yiming shook his head to relieve the itching of the vulnerable part of the back of his neck, before continuing: "I'll take you to see the ghostly aurora guarded by the black turtle."

The author has something to say: Gu Bai: Look!have a look!Mr. Si is really a good man like a textbook!

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