Monster Apartment

Chapter 55 Do you think Gu Bai is a monster of your

After redrafting a manuscript and covering it with color, while waiting for the paint to dry, Gu Bai thought of the grand scene he saw last night.

He thought for a while, carefully took down the board, put it on the workbench aside, and then put a new drawing board, pulled out the water-soluble color lead from the toolbox, and took another piece of watercolor paper and turned it over. On the back, it was clamped on a new drawing board.

Compared with watercolor, water-soluble color lead has a very clear advantage.

That is, it has very clear brushstrokes and a blooming effect similar to watercolor, and the controllability is much better than that of watercolor.

The most important thing is that, when going out, bringing a set of water-soluble color lead is definitely much more convenient than bringing a set of watercolor utensils.

—But Gu Bai brought both.

As for the materials for the murals, since Mr. Si said there were destinations at the time, Gu Bai didn’t bring them.

Now it seems that there is indeed. The various materials in Mrs. Spirit Snake’s studio are quite complete, from sewing to painting to large-scale sculpture tools. There is also a cloakroom next to Gu Bai’s studio. They are all children’s clothes designed and made by Mrs. Spirit Snake herself.

Basically, there are babies up to at least one year old.

Gu Bai also saw a lot of big-name paints in the cabinet of this studio, but he was useless.

The small box of watercolors I brought is completely enough, this kind of cheapness does not need to be greedy.

Gu Bai took a yellow lead and started to hit the bottom.

Si Yiming was pushed up by Mrs. Spirit Snake to give Gu Bai dinner.

Before that, Mrs. Spirit Snake ordered the steamer to be cleaned.

As the rare beast of Si Yiming who would get along with respectful attitude, Mrs. Spirit Snake ordered her to be confident, and Si Yiming didn’t have any objection. He cleaned up all the mess he had tossed out, and by the way took those he had cooked. , But the not-so-good-looking noodles were delivered to the third floor.

When working on creation, it is always quite taboo to be disturbed.

Si Yiming knew this very well, so when he went upstairs, his hands and feet were light, and he walked behind Gu Bai, but Gu Bai didn’t notice it either.

Mr. Si was holding two plates of steamed buns and saw that Gu Bai was holding a wet brush, softly and carefully smearing some brush strokes with colored lead.

Standing behind Gu Bai, Si Yiming was startled for a moment when he looked at the scene.

It was a very warm picture.

There is an orange-red sunset, and the sky and clouds of different colors rendered by the sunset.

And above the sea of ​​clouds, it is shrouded in warm light, which reflects the soft streamer and the setting sun.

It is completely different from the past always mighty and brave, full of murderous and fierce Pai Yaotu.

In this picture of not much completeness, Pai Yao actually showed a touch of softness that made him completely unfamiliar. Even the cold and hard scales became inexplicably soft, dripping with the warm sunset and being softened. Shrouded in a warm halo, above the sea of ​​clouds, the whole picture appears soft and warm.

Si Yiming recognized this picture.

It was the sunset he saw when he went to Netherworld with Gu Bai on his back last night.

And Gu Bai seemed to have exhausted the highly saturated bright colors that he was good at, making this picture particularly warm and warm.

Si Yiming looked at it for a while, and then when Gu Bai lowered his head to wash the pen nib, he said, “Why don’t you paint yourself?”

Gu Bai was startled by his sudden noise, turned his head and glanced at Si Yiming, then stood up in a panic, trying to hide the picture on the easel.

“I saw everything I blocked.”

Si Yiming put the steamed buns on the workbench and saw the other side of the drawing board that had dried.

He picked up a steamed bun, turned his head and put it in Gu Bai’s mouth.

Gu Bai held the steamed bun, wanted to reach out, and looked down at his stained hands. He hesitated between standing here and going to wash his hands, and finally chose the latter.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai run to wash his hands with the bun in his mouth, then looked down at the painting by Gu Bai.

He felt that Gu Bai probably added some strange filters to him.

He is such a mighty war beast, and he is also a part-time job recruiting fortune and treasure, so it shouldn’t be what it looks like in this painting.

But this painting was made by Gu Bai, and it is still a spiritual painting. There is indeed a hint of brave in the painting.

It’s just that there is no sense of mighty power at all, but a burst of wealth is overflowing everywhere.

When Gu Bai came out with the steamed buns in his hands after washing, he felt a little embarrassed to see Si Yiming looking down at his paintings.

Quiet Mimi’s picture of the person’s body has been discovered, which is indeed a bit shameful.

“Why didn’t you draw you in?” Si Yiming asked again.

“Hey?” Gu Bai was taken aback, then glanced at the painting, “I think this is better.”

Si Yiming thinks that if you really want to paint, it will actually look good, and Gu Bai is putting it horizontally here.

He thought for a while and asked: “You don’t usually like to paint people.”

Gu Bai suddenly became embarrassed, looked down at the buns he had bitten a few bites, and whispered: “Because there are few people buying paintings with characters.”

Si Yiming:…

Si Yiming: Oh.

Almost forget your poor artistic student’s design.

Si Yiming patted Gu Bai on the shoulder: “You continue to paint, and I will go downstairs to bring you food.”

To talk about what Gu Bai felt most satisfied with this trip to the north, it was definitely not the aurora that night, nor was it the scenery that I had never seen before, let alone knowing that he and his family and friends around him were not. people.

It was the food that Mrs. Spirit Snake gave him in a variety of ways.

From staple food to small snacks, Gu Bai hasn’t broken it much.

While the mural was on the wall, in addition to patrolling every day, Mrs. Spirit Snake prepared various foods for Gu Bai happily, and cut out three sets of clothes for Gu Bai by the way, not even the underwear.

Mr. Si, who was beaten into the cold palace, breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had never been so comfortable in the north.

Mrs. Spirit Snake likes to look after Gu Bai’s paintings. While waiting for the materials to dry, Gu Bai fished in the gap and drew a bust of Mrs. Spirit Snake. The color-lead sketch was not very pleasant, but he was beamed by Mrs. Spirit Snake. He hung it in the bedroom, and by the way gave Gu Bai the photo of the black tortoise figure, and asked him to draw another one.

Gu Bai refused, but got three sets of clothes, and helped draw a sketch. Naturally, he agreed, and he finished the drawing very quickly.

Si Yiming glanced at the two aura paintings, then looked at the stone stele with the draft and the background color, his eyes finally fell on Gu Bai.

“Does your body feel uncomfortable?” he asked.

Gu Bai felt it a little, and shook his head: “Apart from eating a little unexpectedly, there is nothing unusual.”

It doesn’t matter if you eat a lot during the growth period.

When the growth period is over, Gu Bai will recover the cat’s stomach like before.

“If you feel uncomfortable, you must say it right away.” Si Yiming reminded.

Linghua always has a certain loss to the painter. Either the spirit is easily tired, or the body is easily weakened, or else, just like Bai Ze, he paints forcibly and squeezes the essence.

Although Gu Bai hasn’t stopped painting since he got to know him, it is actually not much for their group of mythical beasts.

Bai Ze spent nearly a hundred years in the paintings of the strange and strange, and he finished painting until the Yellow Emperor was almost belching. Gu Bai’s intensity was a piece of cake.

But given that he was still a cub, Si Yiming felt that he had to remind him to observe carefully.

“Mr. Xie just sent me three lists.” Gu Bai said, “all of them are human.”

Si Yiming paused and said, “Don’t do it, come here, I will teach you to use spiritual power.”

Gu Bai painting habitually guides his own spiritual power into the painting. Although this is his unconscious behavior, it is actually an auxiliary technique for Linghua.

But the most important thing about a spiritual painting is the painter’s original nature and purity, supplemented by a certain technique and aura, or adding some painting materials made by the spiritual plant, to transform it into a spiritual painting.

Si Yiming understands the truth.

However, due to inherent limitations, it is impossible to paint.

For other human beings and other monster paintings, there is no need to waste so much effort. In today’s environment, every amount of spiritual energy is worth a thousand dollars.

Si Yiming is still very stingy by nature.

Gu Bai was very curious about the matter of learning spiritual power. As a result, on the first day of learning, he was planed out of the bed by Si Yiming before dawn and carried to the large terrace on the third floor.

Mr. Si told him: “Cross-legged, closed eyes, facing the east, Lingtai…well, let your mind go empty, meditate.”

Gu Bai was stunned for two seconds, and after patted his **** for the photo, he sat down and fell asleep as expected.

With Gu Bai’s human thinking, he has no idea how meditation that is completely instinctive for the spiritual creatures who are born to raise is completely instinctive.

After three days of failure, Si Yiming had no choice but to find Mrs. Spirit Snake to come with him.

However, the two large and one small and three naturally raised spirit creatures have been tossing for almost a month without any fame. Gu Bai has already finished the three paintings that he gave him thanks to the murals.

Then the mural was finished, and Gu Bai still made no progress at all.

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai, who couldn’t feel the energy, and he felt exhausted.

In terms of training and growth as a spiritual creature, Xiaozizi is as clumsy as an elm—no, elm is better, as clumsy as a stone.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai bid farewell to Mrs. Ling Snake and got into the car, and then squatted into the back seat, afraid to speak.

The reason for the harp was that he clearly realized that he could not learn the meditation taught by Mrs. Si and Mrs. Si.

Even if Mr. Si and Mrs. Spirit Snake didn’t mind him being stupid, but Gu Bai still couldn’t help it.

Since he was a child, he has never encountered such a problem that is beyond the reach of life and death.

This is not a difficulty that can be overcome with hard work. This kind of mysterious thing, he is a layman who has nowhere to go, and he can’t catch the slightest momentum no matter how hard he tries to concentrate.

Then again, Gu Bai didn’t know what Qi Ji was.

Mrs. Spirit Snake and Si Yiming couldn’t say anything specific.

Asking for help from my father and several others, I couldn’t get a definite answer.

For the monsters, this thing seems to be equivalent to breathing, and it is written in instinct.

“This is the reward from Mrs. Spirit Snake.” Si Yiming handed the bottle of venom to Gu Bai. “It is venom. If you encounter danger in the future, just smash the bottle directly, including accidentally encountering evil spirits. Things like that.”

Gu Bai didn’t even dare to say anything to decline at this moment, silently raised his head, silently stretched out his hand, and silently accepted it.

“It’s okay.” Si Yiming soothed him, “When I get home, I will take you to ask the two human beings with cultivation.”

Gu Bai nodded, and carefully put away the few paintings that were ready to be taken home.

After a few days’ drive and half a day’s flight, Gu Bai followed Si Yiming and set foot on the land in S City again.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, Gu Bai clearly noticed a deep dragon roar from the ground under his feet, which was very similar to the roar of Mr. Si’s body.

Si Yiming took Gu Bai to Yumu to customize the frame.

Then when Gu Bai ran to pick the wood, he asked Old Yumu: “Do you think Gu Bai is a monster of your Mu clan?”

Old Yumu was taken aback when he heard the words, pushed his flat glasses pretending to be reading glasses, glanced at that end of Gu Bai, and then shook his head.

“It’s not like our Mu people, but it’s very kind.”

He said this, thought about it, and lightly stepped on the ground under his feet with the soles of his feet.

“Like this.”

The author has something to say: Si Yiming: I suspect that Gu Bai is an elm tree, so stupid!

Gu Bai: I’m not, I’m not talking nonsense!