Yuan Yuan looked at the paintings carefully.

These paintings are extremely skillful, the brushwork is delicate, the brushwork is decisive, crisp, and the use of color is very mature.

However, when Yuan Yuan looked at these paintings, he always felt that there was a trace of incongruity, and there were some things that made him feel uncomfortable.

Yuan Yuan looked at it carefully, and then, he found ......

"These paintings, it can be seen that the dean's skills are very high. But ......"

"But what?" He Pingyong asked eagerly.

He Pingyong has been troubled in the painter realm for decades, but he has not achieved the painter realm until now.

The painting yuan in his body has already reached 10,000 dao, and the painting skills are becoming more and more mature, and even in his opinion, they have surpassed the skills of many painters.

It started more than a decade ago and has been.

However, he had not made a fifth-order spirit painting until now.

Therefore, he did not become a painter either.

Over the years, He Pingyong has been very modest, and he doesn't even care what his identity or realm is, as long as he gives a little opinion or suggestion to his paintings, he will value it.

However, staying in a place like Junyang, he was the only one in the realm of painters, and everyone was full of praise for his paintings, and their faces were full of admiration, and no one ever gave the slightest opinion to his paintings.

Later, He Pingyong also saw it, and he no longer invited others to watch his paintings and ask others to appreciate them as before.

Even, in recent years, He Pingyong has been a little discouraged, and secretly sighed, is he going to die in the realm of painters like this?

Today, I heard that Yuan Yuan suddenly had some different opinions on his paintings, which is why he was so anxious.

Yuan Yuan pointed to an oil painting of a forest in which the light shone through the branches and onto the poles of the trees...... The whole picture exudes a sense of tranquility.

"Here, this tree pole, the sun shines on, there should be some warm feeling, if you add some golden yellow here, the whole picture will be warm......"

"And this painting, the tone of the whole picture is too cold. Although the colors are gorgeous, they always give people a cold and cold feeling, and if you add some warm colors to the highlights, the whole picture will be more harmonious......"

"And this painting, it's still too cold to deal with the tone of the bright part......"

Yuan Yuan continued, "The overall feeling of these paintings is that they are too cold, Dean, you are too stingy to use warm-colored paints. ”

Yuan Yuan made a summary.

Although Yuan Yuan is only in the realm of painting apprentices, after all, he also studied painting in his previous life. Moreover, in the world of the previous life, the paintings of famous painters were evaluated all over the world.

Yuan Yuan has also seen many paintings by famous artists, and the evaluation of famous paintings, so he has a vision.

That is, Yuan Yuan came from the world in his previous life, and there were some views that everyone in the world in his previous life was equal, and for He Pingyong, who was two realms higher than him, there was respect, but there was no respect.

Therefore, he can be so open-mouthed, and he can say the shortcomings of He Pingyong's paintings in this way.

If there were outsiders here, they would definitely be amazed, surprised by Yuan Yuan's vision, and surprised by Yuan Yuan's boldness......

Listening to Yuan Yuan's words, He Pingyong looked at the paintings on the wall and fell into deep contemplation.

Yuan Yuan didn't bother He Pingyong either, and stood quietly beside him.

After a long time, He Pingyong let out a long breath, bowed respectfully to Yuan Yuan, and said to Yuan Yuan, "Thank you." For so many years, I have not noticed the shortcomings in my paintings, and today, you have finally pointed them out. ”

Yuan Yuan immediately dodged as if his butt had been burned by fire, and reached out to scratch his hair, "Dean, there is no need to be like this, I can't afford to bow to me like this." ”

He Pingyong laughed, "Deserve it, you can afford it." The ancients had a teacher of words, not to mention that you pointed out a great shortcoming in my paintings. Although I can't be my master, I can still afford to be a bow. ”

Then, He Pingyong's gaze glued to the painting on the wall.

Yuan Yuan knew that He Pingyong was caught in the scrutiny and judgment of these paintings at this time, and there was no effort to take care of him.

Yuan Yuan immediately said, "Dean, since there is nothing to do, I will leave first." ”

He Pingyong's gaze still didn't leave those paintings, and waved his hand, "Okay, let Ah Yi send you out." I won't send it. ”

Yuan Yuan knew that Ah Yi should be the old man in a cyan robe.

Yuan Yuan lightly opened the door of the studio, then walked out, and closed the door of the studio lightly.

He Pingyong looked at these paintings: the paintings that were originally very satisfactory in his eyes did not look so satisfied.

Then, He Pingyong summoned the painting dictionary, took out the drawing board, oil painting paper, oil paint, and oil paintbrush, and prepared to start repainting a painting.

After fixing the paper to the drawing board, then removing the unfinished paintings from the easel, and putting the drawing board with the new paper fixed on the easel, He Pingyong began to create.

He Pingyong's eyes stared at the drawing paper without blinking, watching a painting depicting a scene in the forest be born from the drawing paper.

Even, even Ah Yi pushed the door in, he didn't notice it.

......

Until the sun was setting in the west, He Pingyong took a long breath, poured the painting yuan into the brush, and then dropped the last stroke.

When he landed, the painting began to glow with a cyan glow. This light is so beautiful and dazzling in He Pingyong's eyes.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and he succeeded, and finally succeeded......

Beside him, an excited voice came, "Master, you have finally drawn a fifth-order spirit painting. ”

He Pingyong nodded, "Ah Yi, I finally succeeded." Thanks to the advice that the teenager gave me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to make it. ”

He Yi was puzzled and asked, "Is that Yuan Gongzi just now?"

He Pingyong nodded again, "Yes, it's him." I want to stay here for a few more years and see how far that boy can grow. ”

He Yi bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, master." ”

He Pingyong summoned the painting book, put the spirit painting into the book, and saw that the book turned cyan, his eyes were full of satisfaction.

At this time, Yuan Yuan and Lu Qi were saying goodbye next to the courtyard gate.

In the past time, Yuan Yuan, under the leadership of Lu Qi, watched Lu Qi's studio.

Lu Qi's studio is also plastered with his own paintings.

Lu Qi's heart is pure and full of warmth, like a child embracing the sun, the starry sky, the forest, the grassland, the sea, and the whole world.

Although his brushwork is still a little immature, it is pure and warm.

Yuan Yuan even felt that if he hadn't studied painting in his previous life, he would definitely not be as good as Lu Qi at Lu Qi's age.

Lu Qi looked at Yuan Yuan with a hint of reverence, "Brother Yuan, when I am free, can I visit your studio?"

Yuan Yuan scratched his hair embarrassedly, "There's nothing in my studio." I just moved in. And, as you know, I didn't study painting for long, and I didn't do much. ”

Lu Qi smiled shyly again, "It's okay, I just want to see it." I'd like to see the paintings in your dictionary. After all, you're the one who drew a second-order spirit painting. ”

Yuan Yuan looked at the young man's pure smile, and suddenly felt his heart be stirred, "Okay, if you are free, you can come over, I live in Villa No. 18." We can discuss the paintings together, paint together, and taste the food cooked by my mother-in-law together. Her meals are delicious and you'll love it. ”

Hearing Yuan Yuan's invitation, Lu Qi's face was full of excitement, "Is it okay? Is it really possible? Won't it disturb your cultivation?"

Yuan Yuan immediately shook his head, "Of course not." ”

At this time, Lu Qi patted his head, "By the way, Brother Yuan, I forgot something important to tell you." ”

Then, Lu Qi took out a piece of paper from his arms, "This is the schedule for our future classes." You take a look first. It's a little bit early, but a little bit early, and you'll be well prepared. ”

As he spoke, Lu Qi handed the paper to Yuan Yuan.

Yuan Yuan took it and looked at it, the class schedule was very simple, it was the course schedule for the next five days.

The first day was oil painting, the second day was rune painting, the third day was freehand, the fourth day was gongbi, and the last day was watercolor.

Then take a day off and follow the schedule again.

There is also the name and realm of the substitute teacher at the back of the course.

These teachers are no different from what Qi Xiaozhi said.

Yuan Yuan finished reading it and handed the class schedule to Lu Qi, "Thank you, I remember everything." ”

Lu Qi didn't take the timetable and shook his hand, "Brother Yuan, you can keep this one." I've already transcribed a copy myself. This one was meant for you. ”

Yuan Yuan was not polite, and after thanking him, he put the class schedule into his arms.

Then, Yuan Yuan said goodbye to Lu Qi and left.

After walking through the path of the teacher's residential area and arriving at the main road, Yuan Yuan glanced back and found that Lu Qi, a young man, was still standing at the door of the small courtyard, looking at him all the time.

Yuan Yuan shook his head, he really didn't know what to say about Lu Qi's childish behavior.

When he arrived at Villa No. 18, Mrs. Wang had already prepared all the meals, and Zhen Bao and Wu Daniu were waiting for him.

The three of them went to the table to eat. While eating, Yuan Yuan told the two about what they had encountered in He Pingyong's house.

Zhen Bao secretly sighed in his heart: The young master is too bold, how can he casually criticize the paintings of a master of the painter realm like this?

Knowing that He Pingyong didn't seem to be unhappy at all, Zhen Bao was relieved.

Then, Yuan Yuan also told Zhen Bao, Wu Daniu, what he saw and heard in Lu Qi's studio. The tone of praise for Lu Qi was full......

Zhen Bao smiled and nodded secretly: It's good that the young master finally has a partner with similar interests.

......

After eating, Yuan Yuan and Wu Da Niu were about to go to cultivate, but Zhen Bao stopped them. Then, Zhen Bao didn't know where to take out two oil lamp-like things.

Zhen Bao placed the oil lamp in front of the two of them like a treasure, "Young Master, look at ......"