Monster Apartment

After learning that it would not have any impact on himself or the surroundings, Gu Bai finally did not make any changes to the picture, but followed his most honest and true thoughts, and finished the painting for the old elm tree.

Fertile black soil, clumps of flowers, high mountains with invisible peaks, huge purple trees that reach the sky by themselves.

Mr. Si said that the aura in this painting was about to pop out, but Gu Bai couldn't see it.

Looking at the painting, he only felt that the composition was full and the colors were rich. If he insisted on saying something special, it was probably because the colors in the painting were too rich, but the rich colors blended in this picture were not at all Awkward and inconsistent.

Gu Bai has always been keen on color.

He took a few photos of this picture, so that he can use the computer to absorb the colors, and make several sets of color cards corresponding to the colors.

This is equivalent to a summary of my own experience in this painting. On the road of painting, there is a little bit of obvious breakthrough and understanding, which is something to be very happy about.

Gu Bai took down the dried painting, looked at the time, carefully put the painting in the drawing board, and sent the painting to Uncle Yu with the drawing board on his back.

"Uncle Yu, I've finished the painting you want!" Gu Bai said happily as soon as he entered the door.

Old Elm didn't expect the painting to come so quickly.

He watched Gu Bai enter the door, watched Gu Bai open the drawing board, and watched Gu Bai carefully take out a painting.

A burst of aura that made the old elm feel comfortable all over!

It was the fragrance of spiritual soil that I hadn't smelled for a long time, and this smell only existed in the very long memory of the old elm tree. The old elm tree, who had caught up with the last train to become a spirit, was trembling with excitement.

"It's spiritual soil?" He said, taking another deep breath, "It's spiritual soil!"

Gu Bai looked blankly at the old elm tree who was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and then looked around, but he didn't see any soil at all.

He looked down at the fertile black soil he had painted, and thought he couldn't be talking about this.

"Look at this painting, are you satisfied?" Gu Bai took out the painting and walked to Old Yushu's workbench.

When Gu Bai came here, the old elm tree was carving small wooden Buddha statues, which can be small but delicate.

But at this time, he just casually piled the things on the table aside, some even fell to the ground, and the old elm tree didn't look away.

Gu Bai looked at the old elm tree laying out the painting in a precious way, and bent over to pick up the small and broken tools and small wood carvings that fell on the ground.

The old elm's house is very clean, and there is no dust on these things when they fall on the ground.

The old elm lightly touched the flat land and the silver-belt-like river on the screen.

When Gu Bai got up, he saw that his hands were shaking.

Gu Bai paused, and looked up at the old Yushu who looked quite old in appearance, but found that the other person's face was full of tears, and he had to avoid the painting, for fear that the tears would drip on the painting.

Gu Bai was shocked.

"What's wrong with you?!" Gu Bai looked at him in astonishment, still holding a small wooden carving in his hand, he was at a loss.

Is it so sincere to just hand over the goods!

Gu Bai put the small wood carving in his hand back on the table, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Old Yushu, wiping away his tears.

"I thought... I would never touch the spirit soil again." Old Yushu spoke in a hoarse voice. He couldn't help touching the painting, then carefully withdrew his hand, wiped away his tears, turned his head and walked directly from the cabinet beside him. From here moved out a picture frame that had been prepared a long time ago.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to calm his mind, stopped shaking his hands, and didn't let Gu Bai intervene, so he prepared to install the painting very carefully.

Gu Bai stood aside, guessing that Old Yushu was quite satisfied with the performance of this painting.

But unlike Si Yiming who recognized Buzhou Mountain and Jianmu in the painting at a glance, and even the main body of the picture was probably west of Buzhou Mountain, Uncle Yu didn't recognize the mountain and Jianmu in the painting.

It seems that Uncle Yu is actually very young.

Gu Bai felt that he really took advantage of this baby face.

"There used to be such things as spiritual soil here." Old Yushu said while handling the painting carefully, "The place where my body took root in the yard was originally a piece of spiritual soil."

What grows on the spiritual soil is the spiritual plant, and the spiritual plant is relatively easy to give birth to spiritual wisdom, and there are also some small spirits of earth and wood.

The old elm's ability to become a spirit is due to the blessing of the spiritual land back then.

"But those spiritual soils fade away quickly." The old elm sighed softly, "I just watched human beings develop and dig up all the spiritual soils and dispose of them at will, a waste of everything."

Trees have a different feeling for the land than other races. They live from this, and they support and nurture each other with the land. They are very close to each other.

The spiritual soil that he relied on for survival and raised him to become a spirit, which was out of the category of ordinary trees, was dug away, and the helpless old elm felt very sad about it.

After that, he hasn't seen the new spirit land for hundreds of years.

"I heard that there are mirages in Penglai Mountain." The old elm murmured, "But in order to ensure that the mirage they depend on for survival will not be destroyed, they will not let them in at all except those who give them shelter. Others go in."

In the final analysis, a mirage is still a painting, and the world in the painting also needs to be maintained.

It is completely understandable that the rabbit spirits don't let people in casually, but this does not prevent Old Elm from complaining casually.

"But now we also have you." Old Yushu became happy as he said that. He carefully buckled the painting into the frame and said happily, "As a friend, I still hope that you can make it easier for me in the future."

Mirage didn't dare to think about it anymore, the monsters would definitely want to fight for their heads, and their wood clan naturally didn't have an advantage in this kind of thing, so it's better to wait slowly without fighting.

The old elm closed the frame and looked at the painting in his hand happily.

"If you have the time, it would be great to draw a few more spirit paintings that can protect the body of the Mu clan, like this one."

Gu Bai looked at the framed picture in his hand, and asked in doubt: "Friends?"

"Yes." Old Yushu was carrying the picture frame and was about to go to the yard. When he heard Gu Bai's question, he was still a little puzzled, but he immediately reacted, "You may not be clear at a young age. The dead leaves of the Mu family can also enrich the soil when they fall into the soil."

Gu Bai looked at the old elm tree and said while moving the painting out, he couldn't help but look down at his hands.

"..."

Could it be that I'm actually a little muddlehead.

Gu Bai looked at his hands in a daze for a while.

Small, small slime is just a small muddy, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Gu Bai looked up at the old elm tree in the yard and waved his hand, directly pulling up the unusually lush elm tree in the yard.

Gu Bai's eyes widened, and then he saw Uncle Yu dragging the elm tree and directly hitting the painting lying on the ground.

Then the luxuriant elm tree collapsed into dots of green light in an instant, flooding into the painting in broad daylight.

When the old elm tree came back carrying the painting again, there was an extremely lush elm tree in Gu Bai's painting. It didn't choose to stay by the water, but chose a distance away from the water's edge.

"It's already reached the border, and the scope of your spiritual painting is not large." Old Yushu felt a little regretful.

The mountains behind him couldn't be turned over. If he could, he would definitely hide his body in the mountains, and no one would be able to find it.

Gu Bai has never seen this kind of posture before. The spiritual paintings he painted in the eight classics before were all painted for others to use as a set point. This is the first time he has seen this kind of coquettish operation that directly puts his own body into it. .

His face was full of bewilderment, bewilderment and a little shock: "I... don't know how to draw it bigger."

"Ah, don't worry about it, I'll just say it casually." Old Yushu smiled, his wrinkled face was full of kindness, "I won't charge you for the frame in the future, so don't refuse me, help me I'm so busy."

Gu Bai wanted to decline but was blocked back, he looked at the luxuriant elm tree far away in the painting, and couldn't help substituting himself.

Could it be that his body was a lump of mud after entering.

Gu Bai swears that he has absolutely no racial discrimination.

But he really didn't want to accept the fact that he might be a little muddlehead.

Gu Bai decided to go back and ask Mr. Si — but before that, he went to a nearby auto repair street to pick up a cheap white electric donkey, and rode home worried.

When he got home, the security guy at the door told him that his printer had arrived.

Gu Bai thinks that this matter can probably eliminate part of the sadness of the guess that he might be a little muddy spirit.

So he smiled at the security guy, put the package in front of the eDonkey, and drove slowly into the community.

There is basically no standardized parking system in Kyushu Shanhaiyuan, and there is no underground parking lot. The garage door at the bottom of the unit is directly open and parked casually. There is no fear of someone stealing the car.

Gu Bai looked around looking for an outlet, and finally found one. He was surprised that the car parked next to that outlet was quite familiar, and it belonged to Mr. Si.

Gu Bai thought about it, and boldly parked his little eDonkey next to Mr. Si's car, plugged it in, and carried the newly arrived printer upstairs.

As soon as Gu Bai opened the door of his house, the phone in his pocket vibrated "buzzing".

He put down the package in his hand and took out his mobile phone.

It was his father who called!

Gu Bai's expression was unbelievable, visible to the naked eye.

He answered the phone in a hurry, and asked nervously, "Dad? What's wrong with you? Is something wrong? Are you hungry?"

"It's me, it's nothing, nothing happened, I'm not hungry." Gu Lang answered Gu Bai's question without hesitation.

Gu Bai breathed a sigh of relief, his voice lowered: "Then why did you call?"

Gu Bai knew that his father preferred to send text messages rather than make phone calls, because his father would not answer the phone calls before, but occasionally he would send back a text message or two, but recently the text messages between the father and son are quite frequent .

However, Gu Lang thought that his good boy liked sending text messages more than making phone calls - after all, looking at the text message records, his good boy had sent him small essays every day for these years, so it could be seen that he didn't like texting normally.

The father and son, who feel that they are very considerate of each other, send text messages every day, and they are even very happy in their hearts.

When Gu Lang heard his boy's voice, he felt much happier. He asked, "My boy, are you home?"

"I just went home." Gu Bai replied, just as he was about to close the door, Gu Lang stopped him.

"You ask Si Yiming to answer the phone." Gu Lang said gruffly.

Gu Bai was taken aback for a moment, then retreated to the door again, and asked, "Don't you guys have a number?"

Gu Lang answered very simply and confidently: "It's on the blacklist, I don't want to get it out."

Gu Bai: "..."

All right, as long as you are happy.

Gu Bai went to ring the doorbell of Mr. Si's house, and within half a minute, Si Yiming opened the door.

Gu Bai raised his phone, his voice was obedient and small: "Mr. Si, my father is looking for you."

Si Yiming's originally calm and even somewhat happy mood suddenly became visibly sinister to the naked eye, making Gu Bai tremble with fright.

But he still held the phone firmly.

After Si Yiming finished his mental preparation, he answered the phone.

He said indifferently: "Say."

Gu Lang also said it very bluntly: "Send over the dog demon that is guarding the gate."

Mr. Si's voice was still so cold: "The reason?"

Gu Lang was silent for a long time, and finally he spoke very fast and loudly: "Bai Ze doesn't know me anymore, he runs away when he sees me, what the hell can he run and hide? I can't find him, so give me a nose Spirit comes!"

Si Yiming didn't answer, hung up the phone, and returned the phone to Gu Bai.

Gu Lang's voice was not low, and Gu Bai's phone was not a high-end phone with good quality, so he could hear the conversation clearly.

Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming carefully, and instinctively felt that Mr. Si would definitely accept this matter.

Of course, it's not because of his father's request... Uh, let's call it a request, Gu Bai thought.

The main reason is probably because of Bai Ze.

Sure enough, although Si Yiming looked quite upset, he still made a call with his own mobile phone and went out to explain the matter.

Seeing Mr. Si's actions, Gu Bai couldn't help showing a silly smile, then remembered his own affairs, and then withdrew his smile, looking anxiously at Si Yiming who hung up the phone.

Mr. Si frowned when he stared at him.

"what happened?"

"Mr. Si, that..." Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming anxiously, and asked in a low voice, "I, am I a little scumbag?"

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai's expression of not wanting to accept the reality at all, thought about it, and replied: "It's possible."

Seeing Gu Bai's listless appearance after answering, Mr. Si stimulated his thinking with his extremely anxious EQ, and quickly added: "It may be something else, such as stone spirit... or something like that. .”

Gu Bai: "..."

There is no better way to go!

Mr. Si thought about it for a long time, and seeing Gu Bai's sluggish look, he had an idea, thought about it, and said in a deep voice: "It may also be a diamond essence."

Gu Bai: "..."

Well, it seems to be ok.

Gu Bai thought, at least diamonds are rich and valuable.

Gu Bai could see that Mr. Si was trying hard to comfort him.

Gu Bai tried his best to cheer up, and decided to prepare for the fact that he might be a little mud, a rock, or a diamond from today.

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