Back at Zhuo's house, Zhuo Wen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, this time it was much safer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Knowing that it was Zhuo Feng, the blue-clothed young man he saw before, who was plotting against him behind the scenes, Zhuo Wen had already secretly made up his mind that he had to come up with this breath.

Damn, so many times before and after, it's enough, this breath is not pleased, do I Zhuo Wen still have the face to mess around in Zhuo's house?

The Doutu Conference is tomorrow, for the sake of safety, I still don't want to go out, stay in my own honorary painter's mansion with peace of mind, now I have a remarkable identity in the Zhuo family, forgive him Zhuo Feng is arrogant, and he doesn't dare to touch me openly.

Thinking about it, Zhuo Wen took out the four treasures of the study, since he drew Long Aotian, Zhuo Wen is not too satisfied, although this guy has a one-hit killing stunt, but the defense, speed, and attack power are too weak, put it on the bucket map, it is no different from looking for death, after all, there are not many stupid people.

Therefore, Zhuo Wen felt that he should draw a mosquito with strong aggression.

Looking back on his previous life, Zhuo Wen still had a little understanding of mosquitoes with strong aggression, and suddenly an impression of a mosquito called "stocking mosquito" came to mind.

The so-called stocking mosquito, that is a mosquito called Aedes albopictus, the legs have black and white lines, just like the black and white stockings worn by people, with strong aggression, the general mosquito is the night when people sleep before biting people, and it, no matter day or night you can not escape its magic sting, once it is interested in you, let you use eighteen kinds of martial arts to fight, it will bite you, unless you kill it.

And, what's even more disgusting is that it's also one of the fastest and most agile mosquitoes in the world, and can complete almost any difficult movement of divers and gymnasts, just like a persevering ghost, the average person can barely slap it, and even your eyes can't keep up with its trajectory.

"Okay, it's up to you!" Zhuo Wen suddenly laughed, and dipped the pen slightly in black ink, and suddenly fell on the paper, the white wolf eyebrows obtained from Zhuo Wei are a small regular brush, which is more suitable for painting mosquitoes.

It seems that this old man's gift is also just right, but if there is a fine boudoir model, it would be better, you can draw a more delicate mosquito, but unfortunately, this kind of pen is too rare, I hope to get it in the future.

The difficulty of the stocking mosquito is relatively higher than that of ordinary mosquitoes, after all, to draw its zebra crossing-like lines, it requires some blank skills.

As we all know, there are three colors in Chinese painting, namely black, gray and white, also called deep, shallow, and none, and the general senior painters are often masters of blank space, such as Qi Baishi's paintings, everywhere there is white space and everywhere intentional, ethereal and void, virtual and real prints, and the square inch of land also shows the width of heaven and earth, which is precisely the place where the ink has not been painted, and the smoke and waves are vast and full of the present.

Zhuo Wen once remembered Ma Yuan's "Solo Fishing in the Cold River" in the Southern Song Dynasty, but saw that there was only one small boat in that painting, and there was only one fisherman fishing, and there was no trace of water in the whole painting, but it made people feel that the smoke and waves were vast, and the whole canvas was full of water, giving people room for imagination.

Blank space can be said to be a kind of wisdom, a realm, giving people a kind of imagination space, this realm, can not be achieved with white ink post-processing.

Of course, with Zhuo Wen's current level, it is not enough to achieve such a transcendent realm of blank space, in fact, the blank space technique he uses is more inclined to the technique of comics.

The blank space of comics is different from Chinese painting, most of them only have black and white two colors, more three-dimensional, some comic masters can even rely on black and white only to create a colorful visual effect, giving people a kind of infinite shock and dumb exquisite technical performance, and the aforementioned "such as and colorful" also has the same magic.

Drawing beasts,Sure enough, it's better to use the blank technique of comics.,It can better reflect the sense of quality of the painting spirit.,Think about it,Zhuo Wen's pen is like a divine help.,In his previous life, he was a monster designer after all.,The technique is indeed more inclined to Japanese-style comics.,So I don't feel any pimples at all.,A flip operation can almost be said to be flowing water.,More than a dozen strokes.,A lifelike stocking mosquito with only the size of a small fingernail was suddenly drawn.。

The next moment, the rice paper spontaneously combusted, and suddenly the mosquito groaned and flew out and landed on a corner of the table, Zhuo Wen didn't have time to order, but saw that it was directly leaning against the corner of the inkstone, straightened its front feet, and looked at Zhuo Wen with its little head at a lazy and decadent forty-five degree angle.

"It's another strange mosquito. Zhuo Wen suddenly cried and laughed, and he didn't know if it could communicate with Long Aotian?

Thinking about it, Zhuo Wen decided to give it a try and beckoned to it: "Come here." ”

The mosquito was very obedient, and flew directly and landed in Zhuo Wen's palm, Zhuo Wen suddenly reacted, hey, no, there was no sign of painting talent rushing this time? No, it's not that it's not completely none, but this consumption is too low, for example, if it takes 10 points to summon Long Aotian, then it only takes 0.1 to summon this little guy... It's almost like not being summoned.

"Little guy, you're too weak, aren't you?" Zhuo Wen couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

seemed to be dissatisfied with Zhuo Wen's number, the little mosquito suddenly fell on Zhuo Wen's palm and rolled over, and his forefoot kept slapping Zhuo Wen's palm, as if to say, "The mosquito family is not followed, you bully the mosquito, and the mosquito hates you."

Zhuo Wen was suddenly overwhelmed by this mosquito, and was immediately embarrassed: "Okay, okay, I'm kidding, why are you like a girl, uh, you should be a girl, right? Stand up..."

Seeing that the little mosquito still refused, Zhuo Wen was speechless, and quietly leaned over with his face and said, "Okay, I'll find a handsome guy to suck your blood later, and compensate you, okay?"

Hearing Zhuo Wen's assurance, the little mosquito got up with some grievances, flapped his wings slightly, and made an arrogant gesture, as if to say, "Okay, for your sincere apology, Ben Mosquito forgives you." ”

Zhuo Wen only felt sweating, why is it that his painting spirits are more difficult to serve than the other? Am I really their own master?

"You have an elder brother in front of you, named Long Aotian, I'll give you a name too. Zhuo Wen said.

The little mosquito made a very anthropomorphic "pause" gesture, as if he knew that Zhuo Wen's taste was not good, Zhuo Wen was speechless for a moment, and could only watch her fly leisurely to the inkstone on the table to take a sip of ink, and then flew to a piece of white paper next to her, and wrote the word "Xuan" crookedly.

"Oh my God!" Zhuo Wen suddenly slapped his forehead with one hand, and he couldn't be dizzy anymore, what is the matter?

"Xuan's name?" looked at the little mosquito, and found that its little long legs were like wearing stockings, with a decadent and blackened gothic beauty, and after thinking about it, Zhuo Wen had a bright light: "That's it, how about I call you 'non-mainstream' in the future?"

When the little mosquito heard it, he was immediately happy, is it not mainstream, as soon as he heard it, he was high-end and foreign, and there was a faint sense of sadness in the coolness, not bad, this mosquito liked it, and suddenly groaned and flew over, and kissed Zhuo Wen's face...

"****!!Even if you're happy, don't just kiss your relatives, don't forget that you're a mosquito! Do you want to kill me?"

Just one bite, Zhuo Wen suddenly felt as if his face had been pierced by a bullet, although there was no injury, but the pain was too strong, and Zhuo Wen felt goosebumps when he thought about it. Severe pain? Isn't this an off-the-beaten-path ability?