In the following days, Hou Feibai spent the rest of his time in the studio painting frantically except for attending classes at the Lu University Academy of Fine Arts.

Scrap manuscript paper was thrown all over the floor, leaving the studio almost without a place to stay.

The previous two eye-catching works, one "Red Feather Roaring Mountain" and the other "Wukong Picture", helped Hou Feibai obtain the character of the disease and the character of the fierce, and these two paintings were placed in a prominent position by him.

How can you make a finishing touch? What kind of painting can be called the finishing touch?

Hou Feibai bit the tail of the scorpion tail bone pen in his mouth, staring at "Red Feather Roaring Mountain" and "Wukong Map" in a daze.

First of all, it is definitely not the so-called artistry, otherwise there are so many successful painters in Kyushu, who are both virtuous and artistic, it is rare that he is not as good as Hou Feibai?

According to the description of "The Secret Record of the Cultivation of Beginner Demon Painters", the eye-catching work first highlights a movable type, and even mentions an allusion to an idiom in Kyushu "finishing touch".

But these are only abstract descriptions of paintings, and have no practical guidance on how to create.

The second point is Reiki. "The Secret Record of the Cultivation of Beginner Demon Painters" mentions that it is necessary to infiltrate the tip of the pen with aura and paint on the manuscript paper, so that the painting is full of aura and live.

But just now, I injected aura into each of those paintings, but it still hasn't reached the finishing touch?

Hou Feibai has a big head.

"Hey, think about it, is there such a sentence in the secret record: Pen, ink, and scenery are what the eye sees, and qi, rhyme, and thought are obtained by the heart?"

In the Shenqiao, Hou Qi rarely spoke again.

"Is there such a sentence?"

Hou Feibai turned on the computer, entered the online version of the Tibetan Scripture Building, flipped through the "Secret Record of the Cultivation of Beginner Demon Painters", and found this sentence in the ninth line on page 23.

It was left by the demon painter more than 2,000 years ago, and there were some explanations behind the original sentence, one of which attracted Hou Feibai's attention: "The god of painting demons lies in the eyes, so the eyes are obtainable, and the whole body is smart. ”

Previously, Hou Feibai was complacent with his painting skills, and he didn't pay attention to the discussions of those senior demon painters on painting skills, if it wasn't for Hou Qi to mention it, he might not have thought of this.

"So this sentence means that the judging criterion for eye-catching level painting demons lies in the eyes?" Hou Feibai slapped his head suddenly, "Eye-catching, isn't it, it's so simple and straightforward, but I ignored it, it really shouldn't be!" ”

"So, admit it, you're definitely the first demon painter who needs to be instructed in your cultivation."

The complaint from Hou Qi undoubtedly made Hou Fei ashamed.

But, so what?

Isn't it for the demon painter?

Therefore, Hou Feibai was at ease again.

"Eyes." Hou Feibai picked up a painting from the ground and looked at "Red Feather Roaring Mountain" and "Wukong Picture" again.

Sure enough, compared with the two paintings, the eyes of the monster are too different from the paintings in their hands.

The eyes of the monkey demon in Wukong's picture are as pure as the clear water of a lake, full of novelty and fantasy.

The eyes of the Red Feather Tiger, shining coldly, seemed to be the sword shadow of Bai Sensen, revealing a fierce atmosphere.

And the green portrait in his hand, his eyes are dull and lack aura.

After successfully instructing Hou Feibai to practice, Hou Qi retired again and became a man hidden in Hou Feibai's Divine Bridge...... Banshee.

Hou Feibai splashed ink again, smearing and sketching on the new manuscript paper, each stroke was calm and calm, and he didn't realize that the sun was setting west again.

"Tsk, this ground is so messy, can you bear it?"

Tang Xiaoyu came in from outside, followed by the sturdy Zhang Xi.

She reached out and picked up a piece of manuscript paper from the ground, and said, "Yo, this girl is quite two-dimensional, look at this little ear, or cat ear." But how this ink is black and swarthy, it is not meticulous at all. ”

These portraits of Hou Feibai are all painted in a freehand style, with a few brushstrokes used to outline the faces of the figures, the clothes and belts swaying in the wind, and the emphasis on charm and light on the body, which is indeed different from the works of those two-dimensional painters.

Zhang Wei also picked up a piece of manuscript paper from the ground and said, "Team Hou, you painted this, this ...... Why don't you have eyes? ”

Since Ge Zheng announced the establishment of the third team, Zhang Xie has been shouting at the Hou team, which made Hou Feibai very helpless.

Zhang Wei picked up one that Hou Feibai painted later, but because he couldn't find the angle of the finishing touch, Hou Feibai threw the painting aside.

"I see." As if he had discovered a new world, Zhang Xie said, "When I was a child, I once heard my grandfather tell a story, saying that there was a painter in ancient times, also named Zhang, and I was still from my own family, he once drew a dragon, but he didn't paint eyes......"

"Lao Zhang, isn't that the finishing touch? Who doesn't know, is it someone who asks him, why don't you paint your eyes? And he said, "Draw the eyes, and the dragon flies." Right? ”

Tang Xiaoyu laughed and said, "Don't you want to say that if he paints this painting, if he puts his eyes, this monster will live, right?" ”

"Yes, yes, Miss Xiaoyu, that's what I mean." Zhang Wei slapped his face and said, "Look, Hou Team's painting, I can see that I have both form and spirit." ”

"That's right, don't say anything else, little monkey, I admire the hand of painting alone."

Tang Xiaoyu said as she cleaned up the mess of manuscript paper on the floor.

"Okay, okay, Xiaoyu, you throw it there, I haven't finished painting yet, I'll clean it up after painting, you two will leave first if it's okay, I'm still busy."

The manuscript paper thrown on the ground was only a basic sketch, and it was not even colored, and the two of them touted it there, which really made Hou Fei embarrassed, and he simply ordered the eviction of the guest in shame.

"Little monkey, you drive me away......"

Tang Xiaoyu's eyes turned red, and he put on a crying expression.

"Little Yu'er! Don't act, let's go, the noodle restaurants in Guanzhong are about to close. ”

When Hou Feibai saw Tang Xiaoyu start the performance, his head suddenly became bigger.

"Oh, you can see it." Tang Xiaoyu laughed, "Let's go, Lao Zhang, today I'll take you to taste the best sauce-flavored beef noodles on the street!" ”

After the two left, Hou Feibai stared at the green trivia in the painting again and fell into deep thought, what should be this eye?

"It is said that the eyes are the window of the heart, what will Qingzuo think in his heart? If you return with a full load, it should be joy, and then the joyful eyes should be like this......"

Hou Feibai said in his mouth, changed a pencil in his hand, and typed a draft in the eye socket of the portrait.

Soon, a pair of eyes leaped onto the page, with a joy in them, staring at somewhere in the upper left corner of the portrait, as if they were greeting someone there.

"yes, that's how it feels."

Hou Feibai's heart was settled, he changed to a scorpion tail bone pen, dipped it in ink, slowly injected it with aura, smeared it on the paper, and the whole painting began to become clear.

In the painting, he is slender and slender, dressed in a pale green gown, holding a round-bellied delicate bamboo basket in his left arm, which is filled with large blooming flowers and weeds, and a gourd tied to the side of the basket, as if he has returned with a full load.

The brush is free and easy, the color is elegant, and the shape is vivid and expressive.

This is the image of Qing Zuo in Hou Feibai's heart!

The last stroke, like a bottomless black hole, emptied the aura in Hou Feibai's body, and somewhere in Hou Feibai's mind, it seemed that a floodgate was suddenly opened, and a new symbol emerged, becoming ingrained in his memory, and ranked with the fast characters and fierce characters, as if they had always been there.

"Min Character!"

It was a Min character similar to a small seal.

"Try it!"

Hou Feibai tried to impose a Min character on himself, in a literal sense, Min, agility, in the game, it is generally acceleration, plus dodge.

After casting the talisman, he waved his hand and kicked his legs again, as if there was no change at all, neither an increase in strength nor an increase in speed.

He clapped his hands a few more times.

"Strange, if it's to increase the dodge, you can dodge at least once in these few hits, right? Could it be that you didn't hit hard enough? ”

Hou Feibai was puzzled, what is the purpose of this Min character?

It's a pity that no one can solve his doubts in this regard, so he can only turn on the computer again, log in to the online version of the Tibetan Scripture Building, and ask for help from the "Beginner Demon Master Cultivation Secrets".

Each demon painter will get a lot of demon talismans in his life, and everyone will organize and record the demon talismans they obtained, so in this book, there are many explanations about demon talismans.

Hou Feibai quickly found a description of the Min character, there are three, which means that there have been at least three demon painters in history who have obtained allergic characters.

Hou Feibai carefully compared the three explanations, and the general meaning is almost the same: the sensitive character can increase the reaction speed of the person being cast.

How fast to react? It's not an offensive talisman, but it seems to be pretty good.

Hou Feibai comforted himself.

Thinking that Sister Lan was still at home waiting for her to go back to dinner, Hou Feibai quickly turned off the computer, picked up all the waste manuscript papers scattered all over the ground, threw them into the shredder, and then rushed back.

returned to the rented apartment, just in time for Sister Lan to cook the meal and serve it to the table.

"Xiaofei, wash your hands and eat." Lin Sulan took off her apron and sat down at the dining table to start serving the meal.

"Good Ratcha. Boiled fish, Mao Xuewang, spicy chicken, and back to the pot meat! Sister Lan's dinner today is extraordinarily rich! ”

Hou Feibai looked at the dishes on the table and almost drooled.

"Isn't this what you like to eat, eat more." Lin Sulan gave Hou Feibai a pair of chopsticks back to the pot meat, "Eat more meat, it's hard to work." ”

"Is it a special day?" Hou Feibai searched in his memory, but he didn't find an answer.

"What special day?" Lin Sulan was slightly stunned.

"Otherwise, how can you ......" Hou Feibai pointed to the table full of dishes, "Our family has always advocated simplicity when eating." ”

"......" Lin Sulan took another spoonful of boiled fish for Hou Feibai, "Xiaofei, I plan to go back to Yuzhou tomorrow." I don't know how Lao Hou and Wheat are at home. ”

"Sister Lan has only been here for a few days, why are you in a hurry to go back, there are still many places to play."

Hou Feibai put down his chopsticks and said.

These days, he seems to have returned to his childhood, when he came home from school, Sister Lan had always prepared a meal, and now Lin Sulan suddenly said that he was leaving, which caught him a little off guard.

"I'm just working hard, I can take care of you, but I can't take care of the two at home, go home and worry about you here......" Lin Sulan said and put down her chopsticks and looked at Hou Feibai lovingly.

"Sister Lan, don't worry, I can take care of myself." Hou Feibai patted Lin Sulan's hand, inexplicably a little sad.

Before Lin Sulan gave birth to wheat, as a florist, she was also very active in the circle, and ran the flower shop well.

Since giving birth to wheat, he has been weak all the year round, and he has to go out of the flower shop and start the life of a husband and children, and he has been working for more than ten years, and he has paid and worked hard for the family without complaints, so that his health has deteriorated.

If it weren't for the fact that she happened to get the Tongtian Spirit Fruit this time, according to Ai Guomu, without the periwinkle tree species, she might have died in half a year.

Such a life must not be what Lin Sulan wants.

"Yes, Xiaofei has grown up."

Lin Sulan smiled with relief, "Xiaofei must remember that when you are in the world, you must take the right path and be a righteous person, and you can't lose a lot of money because of small profits." ”

"I see." Hou Feibai picked up the chopsticks and gave Lin Sulan a bowl full of dishes, "Sister Lan, you can eat more." ”