Just now, looking at this woman's painting, looking at her skillful use of strokes and lines, and her skillful transformation of light and heavy setbacks, Meng Zhou naturally connected with his own experience of failing to make talismans.

Some difficult questions have also gained new inspiration in this short period of observation.

From the later stages of her painting, his thoughts began to run at high speed.

Looking through Zhou Qiang's memories didn't gain the slightest, and it wasn't until a memory of Xia Qing surfaced that he realized something.

He finally learned that in addition to the four mainstream professions of the Dan Weapon Array Talisman, there were also some niche minor professions.

The reason why these minor paths are niche and biased is mostly related to the high threshold and difficult inheritance, but the ability should not be underestimated at all, and each has its own uniqueness.

Painter is one such profession.

From Xia Qing's memory, Meng Zhou knew that in order to become a painter, he must first have all the conditions to become a talisman maker, and this is only the basics.

In addition, there are some more special thresholds, such as the ability to appreciate and capture beauty, to empathize with the characters in the painting, and even to feel the emotions contained in the color and light.

When he saw this, Meng Zhou knew that he was destined to have no chance with this profession.

The panel can allow him to work hard and harvest, but it cannot directly give him the heart of a top artist.

And the painters born under such tricky and harsh conditions are naturally very unusual, according to Meng Zhou's understanding, the painters are all weakened versions of the magic brush Ma Liang.

And the ultimate pursuit of the painter is to become a complete version of the magic brush Ma Liang.

Meng Zhou's inquiry made the woman a little stunned, and immediately realized that she might have misunderstood just now.

"You know the painter too?" She was a little surprised, but the admiring expression on the other party's face made her quickly wave her hand and deny: "No, I'm not a formal painter yet, I can only be regarded as a little painter." ”

"Then the senior must be very proficient in talisman making, right?"

Meng Zhoucai didn't care if she was a formal painter, since she had already gotten some fur on the painter, the talisman making talent as a precondition should naturally be almost developed, and this was what he cared about.

"Talismans? Haven't tried it, don't know. The woman blinked, but she didn't expect the other party's foothold to be here, and her answers became a little perfunctory.

It was obvious that her newly-raised interest was visibly declining.

"That'...... Can I ask you some questions? Meng Zhou didn't seem to know what to look at this moment, and continued to stick his face up.

"I don't know how to make talismans, so I can't teach you." She didn't even bother to be perfunctory, and refused directly.

"I don't need you to understand, I just want to ask you how to use a pen to move a pen." Meng Zhou continued to die.

Bai Zhi was a little helpless, why is this person so faceless and skinless?

In the face of other people's requests for advice, she couldn't do such a thing as driving people out directly, so she simply got up and lifted the chair she had sat on to the side and gave up her position.

"Find a chair and sit here, and draw a talisman for me."

"Okay."

Meng Zhou responded, hurriedly carried a chair and sat down upright in the position she had just given up, picked up the pen she had just painted, and started to know that this was a first-order low-grade magic weapon.

Meng Zhou did not start writing immediately, but closed his eyes, slowly adjusted his breath, and recalled the knowledge in "Introduction to Talisman Making" and the experience of failing talisman making several times that day in his mind.

It wasn't until everything was ready that he reopened his eyes and dipped his pen into ink.

Bai Zhi saw that he had a good attitude, and his perception of him was not very good, but soon, this good impression disappeared.

Looking at the lines born under Meng Zhou's pen, she was dumbfounded.

"This ...... I don't even know the basic skills of pen movement, is the threshold for making talismans too low, or is there some misunderstanding of this person's ability? ”

Meng Zhou didn't know what she was thinking, but she felt very good.

It's been a long time since I've done it, but it's much smoother than the previous failures.

"It seems that the decision to improve one's cultivation first and practice more of the Golden Mangshu is correct."

After a while, the strokes and lines were connected end to end, and the talisman was formed.

Meng Zhou put down his pen, turned his head to look at Bai Zhi, and sincerely asked for advice.

"Please ask the seniors for advice."

Bai Zhi looked at him and said euphemistically: "Otherwise, you won't learn talismans and change to a new direction, right?" ”

"......" Meng Zhou choked hard at these words before asking, "What are the problems, can you point them out to me?" ”

"It's a problem, it's useless." Seeing that the other party's ability to resist pressure is so good, she is not tactful.

"......" Meng Zhou.

In the end, Bai Zhi still gave in.

Can't use force, in the face of an old man who is very strong in learning, what else can she say?

Then just give him a few words, she doesn't care if she listens to him or not.

"Look carefully, remember carefully, I'll only teach it once."

So, she picked up another pen and held it in her hand.

"First of all, I teach you the correct way to hold the pen, you look like you hold the pen, but you don't really understand the purpose of holding the pen in this way.

What you really should pay attention to, but you have overlooked. ”

This seemed to be a very simple thing, but after a few minutes, Meng Zhou did not have a satisfactory effect.

But before she could urge, Meng Zhou took the initiative to say:

"I've memorized all of this, it's not easy to correct my physical habits, I'll practice slowly when I go back, let's continue."

“……”

Bai Zhi paused for a moment, then replaced the ink pen in his hand with a thin tube of Zhu Pen, and corrected it directly on Meng Zhou's original manuscript.

"First of all, this starting brush, too rough, too loose, although I have never drawn the symbol, but I have used a lot.

No matter what the symbol, I can clearly feel that the moment the talisman maker starts writing, there is a force in it.

And this energy will not disappear after the pen is started, but will lurk and run through the entire talisman, like a blood vessel meridian.

It is also the existence of this strength that makes the whole talisman coherent and complete.

……

I don't know how the talisman maker solves this problem, but in my experience of painting, in addition to drawing more and practicing more, it is more important to visualize the complete image in your mind before you put down the pen, the more complete and accurate the better.

If you can completely restore what you think to the paper, it's basically the same! ”

Meng Zhou nodded, isn't this the truth of Chengzhu's chest.

"This line is also unstable......"

"The twist is too sloppy, it's not mellow at all......"

"There should be a rhythm in the press, and the frustration should be decisive, but it should not form a breakpoint...... Your form is indeed not broken, but your intention is broken.

The basic requirement of the talisman is to be coherent and coherent, and one stroke becomes a painting, but you are broken into three pieces here......"

“……”

said that she was casually pointed, but when her red pen fell on Meng Zhou's original manuscript for the first time, she became completely serious.

Not to mention that there are too many traces of red pen left on the original manuscript, there are many threading skills that she correctly demonstrated in the blank space next to it.

In the end, the entire paper was covered with traces of her fingering and drawing, and the talisman that Meng Zhou drew with black ink became an inconspicuous embellishment.

"And then this is the pen, be decisive, be decisive!"

Finally, she threw the red pen in her hand aside and said:

"Okay, that's it, if you think it's useful, take it back and figure it out slowly.

However, I may remind you that I have never drawn a talisman, and these are my personal opinions, so don't blame me if you are taken into the ditch because of this. ”

Meng Zhou put away this correction paper with great importance, "Teacher, I will definitely study hard after I go back, and I will come to you when I digest this harvest and ...... you."

Bai Zhi hurriedly waved his hand: "No next time, if you really want to be a talisman maker, then go find a serious talisman maker to learn."

Also, don't call me a teacher, don't call me a senior, just call me Angelica.

I'll just say it casually, just listen to it. ”

I say it in vain, you listen to it in vain, don't take it seriously, otherwise, if you fall into the ditch, won't I have to bear a layer of cause and effect in vain?

"Okay, Mr. Bai." Meng Zhou replied respectfully.

"You ......" Bai Zhi was choked and her chest bulged high.

Meng Zhou hurriedly said: "Teacher Bai, although I don't know how to paint, I once met a very amazing painter. He said that the reason why he was able to achieve such an achievement was a phrase he always pursued......"

Bai Zhi's emotions that were about to attack were directly stuck in her chest.

"The meaning is not the form, and the painting of the god is not the portrait."

These ten words hit Bai Zhi's heart like bullets, making her stunned for an instant.

"I have had the pleasure of admiring his work, and none of his paintings are like paintings, and some of them are indistinguishable from children's graffiti.

But he said that it was his proudest work, and he painted it all his life before he finally painted like a child. ”

"I don't know if this will help you, but in my opinion, your level is much higher than his."

Crumpled some things he knew in his previous life and smashed them indiscriminately, and Meng Zhou didn't care what the effect was, he turned around and left, leaving no more than a moment.

"The meaning is not the form, and the painting of the god is not the portrait."

"I've been painting all my life before I can paint like a child."

Bai Zhi only felt that there were dozens of big lead balls smashing in her head, so how could she have the strength to think about anything else.

When she muttered these two words repeatedly and barely came to her senses, her eyes searched everywhere in the room: "What about people? Speak to me, bastard! ”