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Being able to master the nine-fold painting so quickly was something that Sang Sang himself did not expect.

Others think that she has a good talent for hand-painting, only she knows, that is because in her previous life, Luo Ershao asked a famous teacher to teach her for several years, and followed Mr. Qing for a year.

However, after being reborn, she probably died once, and she felt that her paintings were indeed more spiritual than in her previous life, especially in terms of color, and the results were surprisingly good.

Nine-fold painting technique, just a brush technique, brushstrokes with arcs, divided into nine layers, the first layer of arc is the most obvious, ignoring the color and only looking at the brushstrokes, the whole picture becomes a whirlpool, starting from the second layer, the arc brushstrokes slowly straighten, the ninth layer can not see the arc at all, just like an ordinary oil painting, without any characteristics.

The spiritual power is hidden in the deepest part of the picture through the whirlpool, and it is impossible to detect it without revealing the layers above, and no one can reveal the painting into multiple paintings without using the water to isolate them during the painting.

"Perhaps, my talent for hand-drawing is really good. ”

Sang Sang thought with a hint of self-satisfaction, put away the "Harvest Map" for quick success, and wondered if he should find someone to try the effect of the painting.

After a night of meditation and study, the second day was Sunday, and Sang Sang entered the star network early.

Her current ink painting can be separated from copying, began to create independently, the main practice is freehand painting, the brush is similar to color ink painting, she has a good foundation, you can put it down first.

Freehand focuses on the charm of the mood, focuses on expressing the author's emotional inspiration, and integrates better with the heart painting.

Sangsang is not really a beginner, and he doesn't need to be taught much in terms of composition and color, and after learning the commonly used ink brushwork, he will put aside the copy. Push the drawing table to the garden and start your original sketch.

Because the ability cannot be used in the star network, Sang Sang did not pay too much attention to it and purely practiced penmanship.

Draw lotus. It was the little lotus that showed its sharp corners, and there were dragonflies standing on their heads.

Painting plums, it is a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

Painting koi fish is tender and green. The fish are still happy with each other.

Painting grapes, it is full of high-struggling purple ropes, and a branch of oblique gold and gold.

......

Sangsang has now understood the benefits of Xiao Jin's letting her learn ancient Chinese, and poetry is really inseparable from calligraphy and painting.

In terms of composition, Sang Sang has seen countless paintings, and has been personally taught by Mr. Qing, six or seven paintings in this hour, and each one is not bad.

When there is little blank space in the picture, it is thousands of flowers and thousands of branches that are not tired, and when there is a lot of white space, it is a flower that shakes the branches and does not feel thin. The posture is exquisite. Looking forward to it up and down, the buds are blooming, the virtual and the real are contrasting, and the flowers and butterflies are calling from afar......

"The host painted so well. Xiao Xin held the ink strip and grinded the ink with a sigh.

"Although the brushwork is not proficient enough, the composition is excellent, and you can upgrade it after practicing for half a month. Bai Yi held the small spoon and added water to the inkstone.

The relationship between these two little guys is already very good, and every time Xiao Xin comes, Bai Shu will show up to help. Help her lay down the paper, hand down the pen, add water, etc.

The doorbell rings .......

"Come in. Sang Sang thought it was Fu Xiaosi, and thought about why Fu Xiaosi actually used the doorbell today, but he didn't see Bai Shu put down the small spoon and was hiding behind Xiao Xin with his mouth covered.

"Little Momiji. How have you been studying lately?"

Sang Sang raised his head suddenly, and saw the old man approaching step by step, his eyes were round, and they were full of surprise: "Teacher Qing!"

The old man stroked his beard, walked to her drawing table, and picked up the top "Grape Picture" to admire. nodded again and again: "Fu Xiaosi said that you have made great progress, I thought that he looked at you beautifully and praised you with moisture, but it turned out that he was quite modest." ”

Sang Sang came into the house to make a cup of strong tea and put it aside: "Senior Fu taught very carefully and patiently, I learned a lot, please ask the teacher for guidance." ”

"It's good to practice more penmanship or something, you already have a three-point charm in this artistic conception composition, it seems that you have a deep understanding of ancient texts. Yes, your paintings have spirituality. After reading Sangsang's works, the old man walked in the small garden with hot tea in his hand: "In terms of technique, you are naturally skilled in painting more, and in other aspects, your painting vaguely has its own style, so you will continue to paint like this." ”

"When it comes to painting, it's mainly about observing, not with your eyes, but with your heart. When this flower falls to the ground, I am happy, it is turned into spring mud to protect the flowers, and I am sad, it is scattered into mud and dust. I now look at this grape with the joy of a good harvest. I look at this butterfly, it is a butterfly love flower. I see this weed, it is full of vitality, tenacious and tenacious......"

"So, Momiji, you have to understand that you are not painting with your pen, you are painting with your heart, and you are also painting your soul. When you do this, you will know that ink painting is not a so-called elegant art, but a kind of 'Tao', a kind of realm. ”

Sangsang pursed his lips and lowered his head, hiding his moist eyes. When she heard the teaching of "heart painting" again, her heart was sour and hot, and something seemed to be overflowing, and she wanted to rush to a place where no one was screaming a few times to vent.

"You don't understand the meaning of the words yet, but if you remember, 'Observe with your heart, draw with your heart.'" It has nothing to do with color brushwork. One day, when you suddenly understand, you will realize the true meaning of 'heart painting'. ”

The old man patted Sangsang on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"I see, teacher. Sangsang's throat ached, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"It's good to remember, but don't be too deliberate, just go with the flow, if you are too deliberate, you won't find the feeling. The old man smiled, walked to the table, bent down and stared at Xiao Xin and Bai Shu, who were holding hands: "Bai Shu, I heard Danqing say that you have made a good friend recently, this is it." ”

"Hello Mr. Qing, this is Xiao Xin, my good friend. Bai Shu pulled Xiao Xin and jumped on the palm of the old man's hand, and turned around in the palm of the old man: "Teacher Qing, look, Xiao Xin has helped me change my image again, is it good-looking?"

The current shape of Bai Tu is a white brocade robe, wearing a jade crown, tied up with an agarwood auspicious cloud hairpin, looking like a young man from a rich and noble family in ancient times.

"It's beautiful, but the dough head from last time was also good. The old man used his index finger to move the white drawing away, revealing Xiao Xin behind him: "Xiao Xin's appearance is not only suitable for freehand, but also suitable for fine brushwork, and the plain ink white drawing is also good...... Red leaves, lend me your Xiaoxin to sketch. ”

Xiao Xin shrank his neck at the observation of the old man, and turned his head to look at Sang Sang.

"Good. Sang Sang nodded, bent down and instructed Xiao Xin: "Listen to Teacher Qing's words." You know what?"

Xiao Xin looked at Sangsang, then at the old man, and nodded, feeling a little pitiful.

Sangsang promised: "You will be allowed to go out and play when you go home." ”

"Hmm. I'll be obedient. Xiao Xin still looked a little pitiful.

"Don't be afraid, Teacher Qing is not a Via teacher of oil painting, and he won't let you strip naked, I will protect you. Bai Shu held Xiao Xin's hand, and the two of them were head to head. Whisper comfort.

The old man left with the two little guys in his hands, and left a sentence before leaving: "You can only learn techniques on the Star Network, and no matter how real the virtual is, it will always be virtual." If you have the ability, draw more in reality. ”

Sangsang sent the old man away, returned to the painting table, looked at the few paintings in front of him, recalled what the old man said, and sighed softly.

Because the paintings of the star network will not affect her emotions, she dares to paint more, if it is in reality. After such a few paintings, it is estimated that there is nothing left of the hatred in my heart.

She took the clean paper, practiced brushwork for another half an hour, then framed all the paintings, hung them on the wall of the studio, left a message for Fu Xiaosi, and sent all the videos of today's practice works to the past, leaving the star network.

When you open your eyes, the nutrient solution recedes and the cleaning function is automatically turned on. The slimy feeling on his body disappeared, and Sangsang climbed out of the nutrition cabin and returned to the studio.

Last night's newly painted "Harvest Picture" was already embedded in the frame, but a test piece was missing. She took out the ring from the Zhiyuan Gallery, and wanted to send it to the gallery to sell it to a rich man, but she was worried that Master Qi would find out and blame her for causing trouble.

"It would be nice if I could give it to Alan Sost...... However, this painting looks ordinary, and it is estimated that it will be thrown away when it reaches the other party's hand, and even if you don't throw it, you can't look at it every day. ”

Sangsang pondered. found that even if there is no mental power fluctuation in dark works, it is difficult to get the favor of big shots. She couldn't imagine her work hanging in the library or bedroom. The people's room is full of master works, and you have to be an antique master to have time to take a few more looks, why hang a little-name little person's work, it's too bad.

Is it possible to use painting to take revenge?

Sang Sang had some doubts that his efforts these days were in vain!

However, in any case, it is more reliable to kill people with painting than for her to rush to Sang Shuwen to die, so let's try the effect of painting first.

Sang Sang avoided Master Qi and secretly went to Luo Dashao with the painting.

Luo Dashao didn't go to work today, he was working in the study, the princess had already informed in advance, the door was open, and Sang Sang walked in directly.

"It's rare to see you come to me on your own initiative. Luo Dashao looked up from the light brain screen, put his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and looked at Sangsang with a smile in his eyes.

Sang Sang pursed his lips and looked around: "Where is Uncle Mo?"

Luo Dashao narrowed his eyes: "Not looking for me?"

Sang Sang smiled shyly: "It's a trivial matter, it's too big to ask you to make a move." ”

Luo Da Shao beckoned to her: "The smile is too fake, let's say, what's the matter?"

Sang Sang walked up to him with a few steps, stretched out his head to him to touch, took out the "Harvest Map", and smiled even more shy and harmless: "Big brother help me send this painting out, you can give it to the person you hate by the way, and then help me record his daily changes." ”

Luo Dashao took the painting, his fingers brushed over the picture through the transparent cover, and a different color flashed in his eyes: "There is no mental power fluctuation." ”

"Well, the techniques taught by Mr. Goode are not very difficult, they have been learned, and they just need to be practiced. Sang Sang nodded, stretched out his arms to cover the painting: "Don't look at it for a long time, it will be affected." ”

Luo Dashao did not doubt Sangsang's hand-painted talent, no longer paid attention to the picture, and asked: "Ripe, harvest...... What's the hint?"

Sang Sang replied: "Eager for quick success, eager for success." ”

"Harvest, action, hint is a bit strong, but someone will like the meaning. Luo Dashao put away the painting: "I will ask someone to arrange a suitable test sample, and the observation report form will be handed over to you directly." ”

Sang Sang asked: "Remember to keep it secret from the master." ”

Luo Dashao nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned: "It's a secret." ”

"What secret?" Luo Mo walked in, pretending to be sad: "The young master and Xiao Suxue actually hid a secret from me, and they really can't help it!"

Luo Dashao asked, "Uncle Mo, someone picked it up?"

Speaking of business, Luo Mo stopped joking and said seriously: "The one who asked people to pick up after applying makeup has arrived." (To be continued.) )