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Wuqi was very calm about this, although he was surprised at first, but after a closer look, he could see the clues.

It turns out that the tiger in this painting is not really moving, the reason why it looks like it is moving is completely the relationship between the light and the viewing angle, the strength and weakness of the light and the high and low viewing angle, which leads to a subtle change in the posture of the tiger.

And that's what makes this painting special. However, since I saw the mystery in it, there was nothing mysterious, and as soon as I thought about it, I directly picked up the paintbrush, and with a wave, I depicted it seriously, the content was not a landscape, but also a tiger.

"Hey, everyone, look at it! Master Wuqi has started painting!"

"Yes, Master Wuqi is actually drawing a tiger this time! What are you saying he is doing?"

"Fool! Master Wuqi wants to compete with the owner of this painting! See who paints the tiger more realistically and vividly!"

When the people around saw it, they immediately broke out into a big stir, and everyone's eyes fell on Wuqi and the paintbrush in his hand almost instantly.

Wuqi didn't react to this, he was now fully engaged in painting, and the purpose was nothing else. It's just that he also wants to paint a picture of a tiger and compare it with the painting brought by the beggar, it's not that he's competitive, it's that he has full confidence in himself.

Isn't it just a painting of a tiger? If someone can use the two factors of light and angle to make a dead painting come alive, then I can't do anything? I can do it, it's not difficult.

In the next moment, it was in this mood that Wuqi's mood slowly calmed down, and the strength and details of the pen became more detailed. This time. Since the content of the painting is only the relationship of a tiger. The speed was much faster than the previous painting, and it didn't take long, only ten minutes, and it was completed.

"That's it!"

I saw Wuqi's paintbrush lightly hooked on the tiger's buttocks. Sketch the tiger's tail in a clever way. A strong and brave tiger appeared in front of people in an instant.

But. There is an obvious problem with this painting, although the details of the tiger are handled very well, both the hair and the joints are impeccable. The pose is no different from that of a living tiger, but it is not realistic enough.

No, to be more precise, this tiger is actually perfect on the level of painting, but if it is a living creature, it is still a little short of something.

However, what is missing, Wuqi can't say for a while, it's just a feeling, I always feel that my paintings seem to be missing something crucial.

"Why is this happening?"

When I really saw my work, Wuqi was very surprised, I was still very confident in my own painting, and the corners of my mouth were proudly curled, but after only a moment, I found the problem, and I didn't understand myself, and by the way, I also wanted to ask the surroundings through this sentence, did you know what the key to the problem was.

Unfortunately, this question was too difficult for the surrounding audience, and in the end, there was no one who could answer it. Because, the people around Wuqi now, those who know how to paint can't paint, and those who really know how to paint, but the level can't reach the level that they should have, so people can't help but feel a little confused when they hear this sentence.

Master Wuqi, what's wrong with this? Isn't this painting amazing? Why is he so dissatisfied with his work?

However, in the end, there were some smart people who saw some clues and said: "I know the way!

Although the tiger painted by Master Wuqi is great and very realistic, it lacks an important point, that is, momentum. Master Wuqi's tiger can only be regarded as a painting, and the tiger in the painting brought by the beggar is like a real tiger. ”

As soon as these words came out, Wuqi suddenly opened his mouth, swept away the haze in his heart, and had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, he quickly glanced at the painting in the beggar's hand, and then looked at the painting he had just completed, and then carefully compared, and finally saw the different keys.

My painting has now been completed, just spent not much time, but the mind and energy is absolutely a lot, with so much effort, although the finished painting is also a tiger, but there is no sense of agility.

However, this discovery surprised Wuqi a little.

Because Wuqi remembers very clearly, he had already paid attention to a lot of details when he painted just now, and reminded himself more than once that he must make more use of light, consider more viewing angles, and do his best to paint this painting well, but after he really finished it, he noticed that he didn't really make good use of these things at all.

That's why the tiger in this painting of mine looks so dull, yes, it's dull, especially the eyes, which are no different from a dead fish.

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi's heart suddenly received a big blow, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that his painting was worse than the painting in the beggar's hand, and the more he felt that his painting was poor, the worse his mood became, the worse his mood was, the more difficult it was to calm himself.

Hearing a soft sound of "bang" suddenly echoing in this place, Wuqi took a deep breath, immediately lifted the brush, and painted seriously again, this time, it was still a tiger.

It's just a special portrait of a tiger, and it's not that hard for me to draw it! Yes, if I was given a little time, I could have painted this kind of realistic and living thing.

It didn't take long, and after another ten minutes, Wuqi stopped his brush and drew a perfect tiger, but after finishing it, when he looked closely, Wuqi frowned. His face suddenly turned ugly, and the confident smile on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a trace of irritability that could not be concealed.

"No! Why did I forget the ratio of light to angle! How can such a tiger be a tiger? It's so dull!

Then, Wu Qi tore off his painting in the same way and began to paint for the third time. Five minutes later, the same situation happened again, and after shaking his head in disbelief and tearing up the painting with a "bang", he reluctantly began to paint for the fourth time.

For a long time that followed, it was almost like this. Cycle. Repeatedly, as if there would never be an end, Wuqi kept repeating the painting and tearing the painting. Draw again. The process of tearing the painting again. In such a situation, the onlookers around were a little dumbfounded, and it was the first time they had seen Wuqi, who was called a master, so nervous.

Of course. What surprised and surprised these people even more was that Wuqi, who had already been called a master by them, could not reach the level of the masterpiece in the hands of the beggar, no matter how hard he tried to paint, no matter how many times he tried.

"Did you see it? Master Wuqi can't even draw that kind of painting!"

"I saw it!"

"I saw !! too"

"It's incredible! Could it be that the old gentleman who painted the beggar is really at a higher level than Master Wuqi?"

"I think it should be. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Master Wuqi to try so many times and never succeed once!"

"I really didn't expect this little-known old gentleman to be so good at painting!

"I don't know what to do. I guess people are low-key. However, being able to draw such a vivid tiger is really not comparable to ordinary painters, even someone as powerful as Master Wuqi. It's amazing!"

These words, at first, could not affect Wuqi at all, because Wuqi always had considerable confidence in his own ability, but that was all before he tried, and after really trying again and again, Wuqi realized how difficult it was to add the two major factors of light and viewing angle when painting, let alone to perfectly combine the two.

Realizing this, Wuqi's confidence finally collapsed, and for the first time he questioned his ability to paint, he originally thought that he had reached the state of mind of Mingjing and stopping water, and his ability to draw with the help of meditation had reached the highest level and could not be surpassed, but now it seems that he was wrong, wrong and outrageous, it was just a joke.

However, why is this happening? Why can I achieve perfection when painting more complex landscapes, but when I paint such living creatures, I can't achieve the perfection in my mind?

As soon as he thought of this, a big word "Chuan" appeared on Wuqi's brow, and he fell into deep thought, and the pen in his hand stopped and stopped painting.

After a while, Wuqi sighed in disappointment, and at this time, the crowd around him had already expressed their disappointment with Wuqi, and they all began to make sarcastic remarks unceremoniously.

Wuqi could only bear this silently.

Top dog......

Xiao Bai was a little unbearable to watch, and he was about to be impatient with the harsh chattering voices of the people around him, so he was about to make a move, turning into a tiger form to scare away these people, but he was stopped by Wuqi for the first time.

Don't, Xiaobai, whatever they want, let them say go. I really don't have enough ability, this painting is really too different, at first glance it is nothing special, but the more I look at it, the more extraordinary it becomes, I really tried to imitate it, only to understand that the original painting ability I am now and the owner of this painting is so big a gap.

But you're ......, boss. If you continue like this, your fame will stink, how will you sell paintings in the future?

Xiaobai didn't agree with Wuqi's meaning, and made a sound, denying it.

Wuqi glanced at Xiaobai, gently touched Xiaobai's head, and said in the same way: It's okay. If it is really because of this incident that I can't survive here in the future, then I can't blame anyone, but I can only blame myself for not being able enough.

However, in this way, it also made me understand where my shortcomings are, as long as I have a direction and goals, once I make progress, won't I be able to let everyone re-recognize me?

Do you have faith, boss?

Hearing this, Xiaobai looked at Wuqi with unblinking eyes, and was a little skeptical of Wuqi's words, and asked in the way of sound transmission.

Wuqi met Xiaobai's gaze, and wanted to tell the other party that he had it, but he was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head with a wry smile, confessed his heart, and said: No.

In that case, what are you doing with it, boss......

Xiaobai, what else do you say I can do? Do you know the way? I finally understand now what it means to draw a tiger and not become an anti-dog, isn't it me? It seems that the painting brought by this beggar is very ordinary, but the truth is not like this, I compare the tiger I painted with the tiger to see the real difference.

And now, after trying so many times, I finally understand one thing, it turns out that it is much more difficult to paint a tiger than to paint a landscape painting well. Because, there are so many things to consider in terms of technique. In the past, when I painted mountain landscapes, I only paid attention to details, but I didn't even think about the light and angle, but now I realize that I am very ignorant.

The next moment, just after these heartfelt words were spoken, Wuqi's heart had a feeling of discouragement.

Because, the more he looked at the painting in the beggar's hand, the more clearly he felt how far away he was from the master of the painting, this distance could not be surpassed, and it was very difficult to even get closer, and the more he tried to get closer, the more he would be pulled farther and farther. (To be continued......)