Monster Apartment

After re-drafting a draft and laying on the paint, while waiting for the paint to dry, Gu Bai thought of the grand scene he saw last night.

After thinking about it, he carefully took down the board and put it on the workbench beside him, then put a new drawing board on it, took out the water-soluble colored pencils from the toolbox, took out another piece of watercolor paper, and flipped over to the On the back, clamped to a new drawing board.

Compared with watercolor, water-soluble colored lead has a very clear advantage.

That is, it has very clear and distinct strokes and a smudge effect similar to watercolor, and its controllability is much better than that of watercolor.

Most importantly, when you go out, it is definitely more convenient to bring a set of water-soluble colored pencils than a whole set of watercolor utensils.

——But Gu Bai brought both of them.

As for the materials for the mural, since Mr. Si said at the time that there was a destination, Gu Bai didn't bring it with him.

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

There are basically everything from babies to young people.

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

The small box of watercolors brought by myself is enough, and there is no need to be greedy for such a small price.

Gu Bai took a piece of bright yellow colored pencil and began to paint the base.

Si Yiming was chased up by Mrs. Spirit Snake to deliver dinner to Gu Bai.

Before that, Mrs. Spirit Snake ordered her to clean the steamer.

As one of Si Yiming's rare divine beasts that he would get along with with a respectful attitude, Mrs. Spirit Snake ordered her to be justified, and Si Yiming had no objections. , but the pastries that are really not very good-looking are sent to the third floor.

When creating, I always refrain from being interrupted.

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

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

Standing behind Gu Bai, Si Yiming was stunned for a moment looking at the scene.

It was a very warm picture.

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

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

It is completely different from the Pixiu pictures, which are always mighty and brave, full of chilling and fierce spirit.

In this not-so-highly completed picture, Pixiu actually showed a softness that was completely unfamiliar to him, and even the cold and hard scales became inexplicably softer, dripping with the warm sunset, softened by the softness. Shrouded in a warm halo, above the sea of ​​clouds, the whole picture appears soft and warm.

Si Yiming recognized this picture.

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

And Gu Bai seems to have exhausted the extremely saturated bright colors that he is good at, making this picture extraordinarily warm and warm.

Si Yiming looked at it for a while, and then when Gu Bai lowered his head to wash the nib, he said, "Why don't you draw 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.

"Whatever it is, I've seen it all."

Si Yiming put the steamed buns on the workbench, and saw the other 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 held the steamed bun in his mouth, wanted to reach out for it, then looked down at his stained hands, hesitated between standing here and washing his hands, and finally chose the latter.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai run to wash his hands with a steamed bun in his mouth, and then looked down at Gu Bai's painting.

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

He is a mighty war beast, and he also has a part-time job of attracting wealth and treasures. No matter how you look at it, he shouldn't look like the one in this painting.

But this painting was created by Gu Bai, and it is still a spiritual painting after all, and there is indeed such a breath of bravery in the painting.

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

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

It's a bit embarrassing that Jing Mimi's drawing of her body was discovered.

"Why not draw you in?" Si Yiming asked again.

"Huh?" Gu Bai was taken aback, then glanced at the painting, "I think it looks better this way."

Si Yiming thinks that if you really want to paint, it will actually look good, and Gu Bai is right here.

He thought for a while and asked, "You don't usually like to draw people."

Gu Bai suddenly felt embarrassed, looked down at the steamed bun that he had bitten a few times, and said in a low voice, "Because few people buy paintings with figures."

Si Yiming: ...

Si Yiming: Oh.

I almost forgot about your poor art student character design.

Si Yiming patted Gu Bai's shoulder: "You continue to draw, I'll go downstairs and bring you food."

If you want to say what Gu Bai felt most satisfied with this trip to the north, it is definitely not the aurora that night, nor the scenery that he has never seen before, let alone knowing that he and his relatives and friends around him are not people.

It was the food that Mrs. Spirit Snake prepared for him in different ways.

From staple food to small snacks, Gu Bai never broke up.

During the period when the mural was on the wall, apart from patrolling every day, Mrs. Spirit Snake happily prepared all kinds of food for Gu Bai, and cut three sets of clothes for Gu Bai by the way, even underwear.

Mr. Si, who was thrown into limbo, let out a sigh of relief, feeling that he had never been so comfortable in the north.

Madam Spirit Snake likes to watch Gu Bai draw. When Gu Bai was waiting for the materials to dry, he drew a bust of Madam Spirit Snake with colored pencils. Hang it in the bedroom, and by the way, I also handed over the picture of the black turtle figure to Gu Bai, asking him to draw another one.

Gu Bai refused, but he got three sets of clothes, and he naturally agreed to help draw one more sketch, and he finished the sketch very quickly.

Si Yiming glanced at the two paintings with aura, then at the stone tablet with sketches and background colors on the paintings, and his eyes finally fell on Gu Bai.

"Do you feel unwell?" he asked.

Gu Bai felt it for a while, then shook his head: "Except for eating too much, there is no other abnormality."

It's not a big deal to eat too much growing up.

Once the growth period is over, Gu Bai will return to his previous cat stomach.

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

Spiritual painting always has a certain amount of wear and tear on the painter, either because the spirit is easily fatigued, or the body is easy to feel weak, or, like Bai Ze, he paints forcibly and extracts his essence.

Since we met, although Gu Bai has not stopped painting, it is actually not much for them, a group of beasts.

Bai Ze had been drawing ghost pictures for nearly a hundred years back then, and he didn't finish until the Yellow Emperor almost burped his fart. Gu Bai's intensity is really a piece of cake.

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

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

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

Gu Bai draws and draws habitually to guide his own spiritual power to flow into the painting. Although this is his unconscious behavior, it is actually an auxiliary technique of spiritual painting.

But the most important thing about spiritual paintings is the purity and purity of the painter's own origin, supplemented by certain techniques and spiritual energy, or adding some painting materials made by spiritual plants, to create a spiritual painting.

Si Yiming understands the truth.

But due to inborn limitations, I just can't draw.

There is no need to spend so much effort on painting other humans and other monsters. In today's environment, every bit of aura is worth a thousand gold.

Si Yiming was still very stingy in nature.

Gu Bai was very curious about learning spiritual power, but on the first day he started to study, Si Yiming dug him out of bed before dawn and carried him to the big terrace on the third floor.

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

Gu Bai was stunned for two seconds, and after patting his buttocks, he sat down and fell asleep as expected.

With Gu Bai's human thinking, he doesn't know how to operate meditation, which is completely instinctive for the naturally raised spirit creatures.

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

However, the two big ones, one small one, and the three naturally raised spirit creatures have been tossing around for almost a month, but they haven't made any tricks. Gu Bai has already finished painting the three paintings that Xie Zhi handed over to him between the murals.

Then the mural was finished, but Gu Bai still didn't make any progress.

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai who couldn't feel the energy, and felt extremely tired.

Cub Zai is as clumsy as elm in terms of training and growing up as a spiritual creature—no, elm is better, as clumsy as a rock.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai bid farewell to Mrs. Spirit Snake and got into the car, then cowered in the back seat, not daring to speak.

The reason for his hesitation was that he clearly realized that he would never be able to learn the meditation taught by his wife and Mr. Si.

Even Mr. Si and Mrs. Spirit Snake didn't mind him being stupid, but Gu Bai still couldn't help feeling a little wilted.

Since he was a child, he has never encountered such a problem that he can't touch the edge of life and death.

These are not difficulties that can be overcome with hard work. He is a layman who has no way to get into such mysterious things.

Then again, Gu Bai has no idea what the qi mechanism is.

Mrs. Spirit Snake and Si Yiming couldn't tell the details either.

I asked my father and several others for help, but I couldn't get a definite answer.

For youkai, this thing seems to be equivalent to breathing, and it is written in instinct.

"This is your reward from 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." stuff like that."

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

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

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

After several days of driving and half a day of flying, Gu Bai followed Si Yiming and set foot on the land of S City again.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Gu Bai clearly sensed a deep dragon's roar coming 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 to order a picture 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 taken aback when he heard the words, pushed his plain glasses pretending to be presbyopic glasses, glanced at Gu Bai on the other side, and then shook his head.

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

He said this, thought for a while, and gently 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!