Jing Donggu entered the house, walked to the bed and looked at Zhao Hong with a smile: "Wake up! After a day of sleep, can you paint the painting as evidence?"

Zhao Hong seems to be sleeping on the surface, but in fact, he is in a real dream, taking advantage of the convenience of real dreams to practice painting.

He first made the painting tools that had been prepared for him in real dreams.

Then start trying to draw.

Zhao Hong initially asked for pen and paper and painting.

The maid left, and when she came back, what she was holding was not as simple as the pen and paper that Zhao Hong imagined.

The maid brought a full set of painting tools she could find, all kinds of strange things, and Zhao Hong didn't know how to use them.

Fiddling with it a little and understanding its characteristics, Zhao Hong copied them all in a real dream.

Then slowly study how to use these things.

Research comes and goes. Zhao Hong finally picked up a pen.

This is made from the stem of a certain plant and is sturdy, and the tip of the pen is sharpened to make it easier to write.

Taking advantage of the characteristics of the plant itself, a certain amount of ink can be absorbed by dipping it in the ink used for writing, and then used for writing, and the ink will be evenly smeared on the paper, and will not flow out all at once to stain the precious paper.

Among those strange-shaped tools, this one is the easiest to use, and Zhao Hong used this to start practicing.

I don't care how delicate the painting is, just draw a picture with a similar shape, and you can recognize the sword at a glance by looking at it.

Zhao Hong started just to practice, and then showed Jing Donggu a look.

But when I practiced, I found that drawing this thing was actually of great benefit to me!

Drawing this kind of picture, then those paintings that go with your heart are different, and you should restore their original appearance as much as possible.

While reminiscing in my heart, I calculated the size, proportion, length and so on of the knife.

Zhao Hong held the pen in his hand, Zhao Hong already had a strong body cultivation, and realized the Wuji realm from the transformation realm.

He is very skilled in controlling the subtle movements of the body.

When drawing, holding a brush in your hand, you can draw it one by one, and the straight one is like being forced out with a ruler, and the arc is also drawn in a similar way.

However, it is always difficult for the picture in the painting to appear in the proportion of the mind.

This discovery made Zhao Hong a little surprised, he couldn't be the same as in his heart, either he was thinking wrong in his heart, or his heart and hand couldn't be synchronized.

Zhao Hong tried several times, but there was always a slight deviation.

Of course, if Zhao Hong uses another piece of paper, mark everything, and then draw some dotted lines for auxiliary purposes. It's a picture in an instant.

But Zhao Hong suddenly had a realization in his heart.

You don't need assistance, you just think in your heart and draw in your hand.

Tried again and again. Dozens of times down, finally it was done.

Zhao Hong picked up the rough drawing, but the proportions were correct and looked at it, there was no joy in his heart, but he sighed.

"If you are familiar with the painting, even if you don't need to use auxiliary objects or indicate the size, you can still count it in your heart. Naturally, practice makes perfect, and it comes naturally. But ......"

Zhao Hong spread out another piece of paper, picked up the pen and thought about the appearance of another weapon in his mind, recalled the proportions, and tried to draw it again.

Sure enough, although Zhao Hong has a good control over his body, and he also has the appearance of the weapon in his mind, and every stroke is very accurate, but this picture is still a little deviated, which is different from what he thinks in his mind.

I drew dozens of pictures in a row, improving them again and again, and finally corrected those deviations into the same scale as the picture in my mind.

And so it was. It's the same as when I used to study martial arts. After watching the drill, I know what this move looks like. However, there are still many mistakes in practicing by myself, and I need to correct them one by one and practice them repeatedly in order to be the same as the teachers. I think I'm learning fast. But that Zhao Dai, as soon as he learns, often sees the drill once, and he can do exactly the same. I've always thought that my observations weren't subtle enough, which is why I have so many omissions...... Today's drawing reminds me of the past, and when I think about it, I'm afraid that's not the case anymore. The picture was what I had in mind, but what came out was still different. I'm afraid it's not that my observation is not subtle enough, but the result of the inability to unify the body and mind. ”

Zhao Hong put the painted paintings on the table and looked at them carefully one by one.

"My body is different from my original body. It's the body of gods and demons, and there won't be any omissions in the control of the body, so there shouldn't be anything that can't be done. Since there is no problem with the body, then the problem is with the mind. The problem is not the painting, but that what I have in mind is wrong. However, I can't notice it myself, but I have to draw it out and form a concrete image to understand what I am wrong, and then I subconsciously make subtle adjustments to the things I think are good. ”

If it was just for drawing, Zhao Hong could have drawn it.

However, Zhao Hong found a flaw in himself through drawing.

"Is it because the mind is too weak, or is it because the imagination is too weak, so what comes up is full of mistakes?"

Zhao Hong began to meditate, imagining a room in his mind.

It is the room where Zhao Hong is sleeping now.

Every ornament, every detail, as long as it can be remembered, recalls it one by one, and then begins to construct a picture of the house in my mind.

It's not a complicated picture, though, just a top-down view from above.

Zhao Hong opened his eyes, picked up a paintbrush and spread out a piece of paper, and was about to put down the pen, but suddenly stopped.

"No, it's still far from it. ”

So I started imagining it again. This time, Zhao Hong didn't start writing, he kept motionless, completing his own appearance, constantly asking himself questions, asking himself how many details were, and then answering by himself.

I don't know how long it took.

Zhao Hong finally opened his eyes.

Start drawing a top view of the room.

In one go, I picked it up and looked at it.

After all, I was still not satisfied.

"It's a bit complicated, but I've been imagining it for a long time, and I think I'm perfect in the details, but I still can't get it right the first time, and I still feel a little out of proportion after all. ”

It stands to reason that this kind of thing can be successful with a few more practices, and there is no need to dwell on one success.

But Zhao Hong had a different idea.

He felt that if he could succeed in the first attempt, he would make a big leap forward in making his own Divine Pattern items.

Even, the god pattern that has not been able to succeed, and the god pattern that controls the clone has hope of success.

This is an intuition unique to Zhao Hong's body as a god and demon, and this intuition is often the most trustworthy.