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However, almost at this time, when Wuqi was so disappointed in his ability and was about to despair, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, which made him think of a particularly important thing, and he couldn't help but secretly muttered to himself in his heart.

Wait! Isn't this unreachable, almost unbridgeable gap very similar to the situation I encountered in my own strength?

My strength has been stuck in the realm of the pinnacle of oneness for a long, long time, even if I try a hundred times, a thousand times I can't break through the barrier to the realm of duality, and now my understanding and ability in painting is also like this, no matter how much I try, I can't paint a work with the same effect as the painting in the hands of this beggar. Could it be that there is a connection between the two?

Yes!!!

Could it be that in order to break through the current bottleneck, whether my understanding of painting can be broken through is the key? If this is the case, does it mean that the so-called understanding refers to my understanding of painting?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi's eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly opened his mouth, and his mood suddenly became very good, and even his face changed from frustration and loss to joy, and for a while, his face was almost full of smiles.

The next moment, in this mood. Wuqi began to think, and the more time passed, the more excited and excited he became.

Because, he felt that he seemed to really see the key to the problem, and also found the root cause of why he couldn't break through for a long time, and realized how he should solve this problem.

However, whether this is the case or not, Wuqi cannot be 100% sure, and can only believe in himself desperately.

I don't know how long later, because of Wuqi's heart, he suddenly let go. His mind was finally like a bird that had been freed from its shackles. From lifeless and more active, to the most lucrative, finally Wuqi's entire mental state has changed, as if he has completely changed people. Hope was rekindled in my heart.

No matter this time. I believe in myself. The key to the problem must be my understanding and ability to draw, as long as I can find a way to improve it. You can make my essence full, duality, and get rid of the title of the disadvantaged.

Boss! Xiaobai also believes in you! This time, you will definitely succeed!

Xiaobai on the side heard Wuqi's transmission, and specially sent a transmission to encourage Wuqi, and expressed his feelings in his most sincere language.

When Wuqi heard this, he suddenly felt warm and comfortable in his heart, and touched Xiaobai's head with a smile.

Then, no genius concentrated, sank his mind to the deepest depth, and began to think about the next step.

The question now is how to improve my ability and understanding of drawing, this question seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult to really do it, and the many attempts just now are the best proof of this. So, what should I do?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi's brows furrowed, and a big word "Chuan" suddenly squeezed out of his eyebrows, which looked very serious and unapproachable, but in just a moment, the seriousness disappeared on Wuqi's face.

Because, because his thinking became flexible, it didn't take long for the two words that were about to be forgotten by Wuqi to appear in his mind at the right time, allowing Wuqi to see an important breakthrough, and the confusion in his eyes became clear in an instant.

That's right, those two words are the "meditation" that is most closely related to painting.

At the beginning, Wuqi first came into contact with painting because of meditation, because the most important thing in the cultivation of meditation is to use the mind to make virtual compositions and paintings in a state of closed eyes, and meditation back then was divided into levels.

Due to the great progress in strength, he has already become a peak powerhouse of one yuan, Wuqi can be said to be familiar with meditation, familiar can no longer be familiar, to meditate, now Wuqi can start anytime and anywhere.

Moreover, once he enters, he will definitely not be disturbed by any outside world, unless Wuqi takes the initiative to jump out of the meditation state, otherwise, no one can wake him up during his meditation, even if he kills him.

However, even so, for the understanding of meditation, Wuqi has only cultivated the first layer to the realm of perfection so far, and for the cultivation of the second layer of animation meditation, Wuqi has always been unable to do it, and I don't know how to do it, in order to achieve the meaning of the word "animation".

But now, after thinking carefully about the animation mentioned in the second layer of meditation, and recalling what he felt in the painting in the beggar's hand, a bold inference quickly condensed in Wuqi's mind.

Could it be !!

Could it be that the reason why I couldn't succeed in the second level of meditation no matter how hard I tried before, was not because I had a poor understanding, but because I completely misunderstood?

Like the painting in the beggar's hand showing the effect?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi suddenly understood everything, because his own realm was unable to break through the bottleneck of the peak of one yuan for a long time, and there was an extremely important reason that he had never been able to reach the second level of the realm in meditation.

"I see!"

The next moment, when he understood all this, Wuqi's emotions broke out again, he was so excited that he could hardly help himself, his body trembled uncontrollably and slightly, and the whole person suddenly looked like a fool, laughing without warning, while talking to himself as if no one was around, completely forgetting the environment and place he was in now.

"What's wrong with Master Wuqi?"

"I don't know what to do. It's not going to be overstimulated and crazy, right?"

"Probably not, right? Master Wuqi is not an ordinary person! He can paint better paintings than the masters of Chinese painting, although he is a little younger. But when you work hard to hone your painting skills, your mind must be much stronger than that of ordinary people! How can you say that you are crazy?"

"Then what do you say Master Wuqi is doing now, and now he suddenly laughs for a while, and talks to himself stupidly, as if he didn't see us?"

When the crowd on the side saw this scene, they were a little incomprehensible, and they all opened their mouths and expressed their opinions, and the scene became noisy again, and for a while, the noise continued. One after another. Almost endlessly.

Only the beggar didn't participate in the discussion, and when he saw that Wuqi suddenly became crazy, he bowed gratefully to Wuqi and prepared to leave.

But just as he was about to leave. A large, powerful hand grabbed him from behind. He couldn't get rid of it no matter how much he shook it for a while. The beggar couldn't help but be startled. Thinking that someone was greedy for the money he had just gotten from Wuqi, he subconsciously hugged the package in his arms.

However, when he turned his head and glanced behind him. He was stunned, because the person who grabbed his shoulder was none other than Wuqi, who gave him money. But now that it was no surprise, the beggar was very surprised.

Because Wuqi's appearance is no longer crazy, but has regained his calm, and his gaze has become very peaceful, and there is no evil intention.

At the same time, perhaps the other party was afraid that he would think too much, and at the moment when he had doubts about Wuqi's purpose, Wuqi raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a gentle smile to himself, and said: "Friend, don't be afraid, I have no malice." ”

Hearing this, the beggar's fluctuating mind slowly regained its calm, but it was even more puzzled by Wuqi's purpose, and subconsciously nodded and asked, "Oh." What do you want to do, Master Wuqi? Do you want the painting in my hand?"

"It's not. ”

Wuqi shook his head, thinking about everything, he was already very relaxed, and said with a smile: "I want you to take me to meet that old gentleman." I don't know, can I do it?"

"That's it. Hearing this, the beggar nodded happily: "Of course you can ......" but before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, as if he suddenly remembered something important, and said with some embarrassment and embarrassment: "No, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you."

Actually, the old gentleman was a traveler, he was not from this city, he was just here for a tourist, and I don't know where he was now. Perhaps, he has left the capital. ”

As soon as these words came out, Wuqi couldn't help but be stunned, and a strong sense of loss immediately surged madly, ruthlessly impacting the fragile heart, almost shattering Wuqi's mind.

Such a huge blow really made Wuqi a little unexpected, and it made him a little difficult to accept.

As long as I can see the old gentleman, I only need to ask the other party for some guidance on painting, maybe I can break through the limit, but I didn't expect such bad luck, just saw hope, disappointment followed, ruthlessly broke the illusion.

It's so cruel, it's so cruel! I didn't expect to be so unlucky!

However, Wuqi is Wuqi after all, and his ability to withstand disappointment is very strong, this disappointment did not make him decadent for long, just a moment, Wuqi recovered his mood, smiled bitterly, and said: "Since that's the case, then okay, I'll change your request, can you give me the painting in your hand?"

It's a sea of people, and it's very, very difficult to find the old gentleman, and I need this painting now, and I hope you'll give it to me, friend. ”

"Of course! ”

The beggar replied very simply, knowing that this was a trivial matter within his ability, he did not hesitate to smile and stuff the painting in his hand into Wuqi's hand.

Wuqi was full of gratitude for this, and hurriedly flipped his wrist, took out a lot of coins from the space ring, and gave them all to the beggar before letting the other party leave.

On the second day, Wuqi was in a good mood and went into retreat, no longer doing any more business at the stall, and calmly studying this unusual painting.

Every day after that, he had to spend a lot of time observing why this painting would be so different, why he would not be able to paint such an effect no matter how hard he tried, except for eating and sleeping, Wuqi hardly allowed himself to have any free time.

After a whole month, the hard work paid off, under the joint efforts of Xiaobai and himself, all the efforts finally had a harvest, the last day of the month, Wuqi pushed open the door that had been closed for a whole month, Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled and said: "I understand! I finally understand!"

It turns out that the biggest mystery is not the light and angle, those things are all illusions that fool people, the real key is the eyes!"

As soon as these words came out, Wuqi raised his hand with a cheerful smile, and without hesitation, he took out a paintbrush and white paper from the space ring, and drew it "brush, brush", the speed was very fast, without any pause, and the brushwork was also vigorous and powerful, and the thing he painted was nothing else, it was the tiger that he couldn't draw well before, no matter how hard he tried.

This tiger took shape very quickly, and it took a few seconds to complete it under the rapid depiction of Wuqi's brush, but as it was a few months ago, the overall feeling of the tiger was still lifeless and lifeless, and it could only be regarded as a simple painting, and could not reach the realm of the old gentleman.

However, at this moment, a strange scene appeared.

I saw a confident light in Wuqi's eyes, picked up the paintbrush and raised his hand to put a little precision on the tiger's eyes, and the lifeless tiger turned directly from virtual to real in an instant, soared from the top of the drawing paper, turned into a real tiger, let out a deafening tiger roar, and demonstrated against Wuqi.

Seeing this scene, Wuqi's smile deepened, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, and gently waved his paintbrush at the materialized tiger, and the tiger turned from real to virtual in an instant, turning back into a tiger in the painting.

However, it is obviously different from the tiger a moment ago, and when it comes back to the paper, the tiger has a sense of agility and lifelikeness, and the painting has finally achieved the same effect as the old gentleman, as long as the angle of observation is different from the light, you can vaguely see it moving slightly.

Seeing this, Wu Qi nodded with satisfaction, but he was not proud, but with a wave of his brush, he took out a piece of paper and drew it, and in a few seconds he depicted an extremely powerful dragon on the paper.

However, only the eye part was not drawn, and it was not until all the details of the dragon were processed that Wu Qi raised his hand a little to fill in the dragon's eyes.

The next moment, because of this most striking touch, the dragon in the painting came to life, suddenly leaping up from the paper, hovering in mid-air, and turning into a real dragon. The dragon didn't give Wuqi any chance to stop it, glanced at Wuqi, and fled without hesitation.

Wuqi was not surprised by this, but his eyes narrowed into a line because of happiness, and he smiled and said, "That's really the case."

No wonder I couldn't break through before, it turned out that the key to the second level of meditation was the words 'finishing touch'. And the reason why I couldn't draw living creatures before was because I didn't grasp this most important finishing touch. The finishing touch, the finishing touch, it turns out that this sentence means this. (To be continued......)