Luo Xiaohu motioned for Laifu to go out, and continued to focus on his paintings, holding his chin and carefully examining his works, ready to find unsatisfactory places in the picture, and then revise them. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Didn't I call you, didn't you hear me?" Prince Fu Wei now took Luo Xiaohu a little bit of his home, and directly pushed open the door of the studio and walked in.

Luo Xiaohu didn't look at him, still staring at his painting.

Now Luo Xiaohu is facing the door, and the painting in front of him is naturally facing away from the door, Fu Wei and the new guests are standing at the door, and they also see Luo Xiaohu's works

"Introduce new friends to you," Prince Fu Jing was not annoyed, and continued.

Luo Xiaohu turned his head and glanced at the fat man, only to find that there was an old man standing next to the fat man today, about sixty Luo's appearance, the top of the hair was thanked, surrounded by a Mediterranean shape, just such a circle of hair, this old man who was still left, snow-white and snowy all the way to the shoulders, a gray linen robe on his body, tied around his waist with a gray cloth belt of the same color, the whole person looked very thin, the face was very narrow, but the two cheekbones were very prominent, the two eyes were not big but slender, the nose belonged to a typical eagle hook nose, the lips were very thin, and the chin was also a little forward, anyway, the whole person did not meet the aesthetics of normal people。

At first sight, Luo Xiaohu didn't like this person in his heart, not only because of this person's appearance, but because of the pride in this person, which made Luo Xiaohu think of those people who he couldn't deal with in his previous life. Moreover, for those who are engaged in painting, observing people is also a basic kung fu, from the experience of his previous life, Luo Xiaohu felt that this person was a small belly and chicken intestines nine times out of ten when he saw this person.

Behind the old man, half a step behind, there were two young people, who did not look like servants, they should be students who studied art with him, and the two students were also wearing gray linen robes, but in terms of appearance, these two students were much more handsome than the old man, and one had a handsome style with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"This is a famous painting master on the mainland, Tia Davao, who happened to pass by White Tree City, and was very curious to hear me talk about your painting skills, and wanted to come and have a look," Fu Wei introduced the old man to Luo Xiaohu.

"Hello," Luo Xiaohu said.

Dawo nodded at Luo Xiaohu, and then walked forward, ready to take a look at Luo Xiaohu's current works, and said as he walked: "I heard that Your Excellency's works have reached incredible heights, and I really want to see them..."

Before the rest of the words were finished, Dawo couldn't go on, because the old guy had already seen Luo Xiaohu's work, and was shocked by this "Twelve Goddesses in the Forest", and he didn't have any thoughts in his mind for a while, only stared at the picture in front of him with wide eyes.

Davao felt an unprecedented shock in his heart, he never believed that anyone could paint so realistically, as if it were a mirror, reflecting the real scene. The twelve goddesses with the body of Chiguo on the picture seem to be smiling at themselves through the picture, even if Davao is not good at this tone, they are made a little heartbeat by the beauty on the canvas.

Davao stepped forward and kept asking in his heart: How is this possible, how is this possible?

For him, it is really unacceptable that someone surpasses himself in painting skills, even if it is Lu Dao, it is also recognized by the public, Davao does not admit that he is the first painter in the mainland, and even more unacceptable that this person is still a teenager, which is a very big blow to the old man, making the old man feel that his decades of time have suddenly become a joke.

On the canvas, Dawo's nose smelled the smell of oil and toner, but this smell seemed familiar and indistinct, obviously different from the oil ratio of other painting masters on the mainland.

"Which oil and paint is this?" Davao sniffed and looked at it, and then he was sure that what he was looking at was a painting, a work from a teenager, and he was stunned for a while, and turned to Luo Xiaohu and asked.

Luo Xiaohu is such a sneaky person, as soon as he heard this, he understood a little bit what this old man wanted to say, he must be making excuses, so he directly blocked the road: "I deserve it myself!"

"Can you give me some research?" Davao asked again.

Luo Xiaohu said directly: "No! This is my exclusive formula, and I will not pass it on to outsiders."

It's not that Luo Xiaohu is stingy, but Luo Xiaohu doesn't like this old man, some people just need to look at it to know whether you want to have an intersection with him, and the old man in front of him belongs to the kind that Luo Xiaohu doesn't want to know at all.

Davao said: "It's a pity that if such a good thing is not promoted, it will be a huge loss to the art of painting in the mainland! I hope you can open your mind and publish the formula of this oil to promote the development of painting."

Luo Xiaohu smiled, I don't know how much I listened to this kind of high-profile in my previous life, how could I impress Luo Xiaohu, who was extremely selfish?

He opened his mouth and asked: "The art of painting in the mainland is about me? My skills are used to make money, as for the development of art, it is not a pity or something, I am concerned about my affairs, and I have handed over all my skills, what will I rely on to eat in the future, am I stupid?"

When these words came out, the four people who entered the room were stunned at the same time, including the two apprentices of the old man, who could stuff an egg in their mouths.

Now that the two kung fu apprentices have also seen what Luo Xiaohu has drawn, they naturally know that the young man in front of him is more than one level higher than his teacher.

Generally speaking, master-level characters talk about their identities, where is like Luo Xiaohu, although his painting skills are high, he has a mouthful of bastard taste. Several people couldn't accept such a sentence at once, mentioning the 'master' of the lower body twice.

Fu Wei suddenly became smart at this time, and heard what Davao meant, although it may not be all but at least there is a little bit of flavor in the words.

Davao's words reveal that Sepietro's painting is mostly due to paint and oil, and has little to do with painting skills and standards, which is equivalent to finding a step for himself.

No art critic can open his eyes and say nonsense, dare to put aside the point of image dislikeness, and talk about the artistic level of a work with a clear conscience. The so-called artistic level is ranked behind the portrait, and now Luo Xiaohu's painting is to tell others that no one else's painting is more similar to me, and the old man is ranked behind himself.

As a cautious eye, Davao originally used the oil and pigment recipe to find an excuse for himself to save a little face as a master. Who knows that he just said that the opponent did not expose it, but this 'friend' of his got on the pole and began to slap his face.

Fu Wei began to explain: "I don't have much effect on paint and oil, you don't know, when I first started painting, I thought he was scribbling, the whole person's skin and face are all colored, and the people are painted in a colorful way like ghosts, but as the color on the skin becomes more and more delicate, the whole picture becomes more and more real, and his method does not belong to any of the existing painting schools in the mainland."

Davao's face is a little green now, and he thinks angrily in his heart: You can't say a word to me, I just found a step here, and no one else has smoked it, you are so happy to smoke, don't save half face for my friend at all, right?

But this one can only have a green face, and he can't find the words to refute it at all, because he didn't see how Luo Xiaohu painted, but Fu Wei saw it, and if he didn't see it, he wouldn't have the right to speak, so the old man could only blow his beard and sulk.

This is why Luo Xiaohu doesn't take Fu Wei as a confidant, this always turns his arm on the right side of him, although it sounds like such a person is very principled, but few people are willing to make friends with this, for friends, everyone says that they are close friends, and only when they know their hearts can they be friends, when they encounter something, everyone hopes that friends can occupy their side, and they will not want friends to stand on the side of justice.

Looking at Daaowo's face, Luo Xiaohu couldn't help laughing.

Luo Xiaohu's smile made Dawo's face greener, the old man really couldn't stay any longer, nodded at Luo Xiaohu and said directly: "I still have something, I will find a chance to visit you again in the future!"

After saying that, he went out with his two students without looking back, and even the footsteps from the stairs were more than a beat faster than ordinary people.

"Why did you leave?" Fu Wei was still a little confused.

"I painted so well, he was a little embarrassed, so he left," Luo Xiaohu said happily.

Fu Wei thought about this for a while, and then said, "By the way, there is something I want to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Luo Xiaohu asked curiously.

"The archbishop wants to see you, and I hope you will finish this work as soon as possible, and go to him with it," said Fernandes.

Luo Xiaohu couldn't help but ask curiously, "The archbishop wants to see me, what is he doing when he sees me?" Is it the archbishop who is the target of the assassin?"

"It's not the cardinal archbishop, the cardinal has already left the White Tree City, it's the archbishop, a few levels behind, this is the bishop of the White Tree City, the head bishop of the White Tree Chapel" Fu Wei said: "This archbishop wants to see you, naturally there is a reason, but according to my guess, it has something to do with your paintings, the archbishop probably wants you to come and paint the chapel, which is a great honor."

"Painting church paintings?" Hearing the news, Luo Xiaohu began to scratch his head.

If you put it in the previous life, Luo Xiaohu heard that a well-known church in Europe let him paint icons or Bible stories in the past, Luo Xiaohu couldn't close his mouth happily, but this world let him draw church words, which is not too attractive to Luo Xiaohu, what he wants now is to find the magic book as soon as possible, and then practice magic to bully people to play.

"This is the best job that painters on the mainland can receive, and it is also a shortcut to enhance their fame, and painting the church is also accepted by the church in a sense, and further, if you become the exclusive painter of the pope, it is equivalent to accepting the protection of the church, whether it is Davao or Master Ludao, you are either protected by the church or protected by the Mage Association, if you get to this point, the matter at the city gate will not happen, unless the city lord of White Tree City comes forward, no one can search you"

Luo Xiaohu couldn't help but ask: "Wouldn't it be that all the people engaged in literature and art on the mainland are like this?"

Fu Wei said: "Almost, whether it is a painter, a musician, or a sculptor, all the people at the top of the skill have the protection of one force, and it is very rare that there is no one because he was born to belong to a certain force."

As soon as he heard this, Luo Xiaohu's heart was even more unhappy, for Luo Xiaohu, the meaning of life lies in the ease and comfort of a small life, and now he actually wants to join the church? Is the church good This is not Luo Xiaohu's concern, even if the church kills people and sets fires, as long as it does not burn on his head, Luo Xiaohu has no interest in caring.

In Luo Xiaohu's view, it is obviously not possible to live freely by painting this craft, if you want to control your own destiny, you must master force in this world of power.

Iron also needs to be hard!

"Can I refuse?" Luo Xiaohu asked.

Fu Wei was a little surprised: "Why refuse?"

"I haven't painted this painting day and night for two months, I guess I don't want to paint such a big painting in half a year, let alone a larger temple painting," Luo Xiaohu casually made an excuse.

"I guess it doesn't matter, everyone knows that you are a friend of the Weida family, and the archbishop of White Tree City will not fail to give the Weida family face, but if you change to the cardinal archbishop, you estimate that the room for refusal is much smaller! But you'd better meet the archbishop face to face and explain to him face to face, after all, you live in White Tree City, and it's better to have less trouble than more," Fu Wei said.

Luo Xiaohu also knew this truth, and after a long sigh, he said: "That's okay! After the painting is finished, I will go to visit the archbishop."

Is there any difference between this and church asylum? To put it nicely, it is asylum, which in Luo Xiaohu's eyes is equivalent to a lackey! Even if it is not now, it will be after a long time!