Monster Apartment

Chapter 60 It may also be diamond essence.

After knowing that it would not have any impact on himself and his surroundings, Gu Bai finally did not make changes to the picture, but followed his most honest and true thoughts and finished the painting for the old elm tree.

The fertile black soil, the clusters of flowers, the invisible mountains at the top, the huge purple trees that penetrate the sky and earth.

Mr. Si said that the aura in this painting was about to pop out, but Gu Bai couldn’t see it.

When he looked at the painting, he felt that the composition was full of rich colors. He insisted on saying that there was something special, probably because the colors in the painting were too rich, but the rich colors blended into this picture, but they were not at all. Uncomfortable violation.

Gu Bai has always been keen on color.

He took a few photos of this picture so that he could easily absorb the color on the computer and make a few sets of color cards corresponding to the colors.

This is equivalent to a summary of my own experience in this painting. There are some obvious breakthroughs and comprehensions on the road of painting, which are very happy things.

Gu Bai took down the dried painting, took a look at the time, carefully installed the painting on the drawing board, and sent it to Uncle Yu with the drawing board on his back.

“Uncle Yu, I’ll finish painting what you want!” Gu Bai said happily when he entered the door.

Old Yushu didn’t expect this painting to come so quickly.

He watched Gu Bai enter the door, watched Gu Bai open the drawing board, and watched Gu Bai carefully take out a painting.

An aura that made the old elm feel all-over body comfort suddenly burst out!

It was the fragrance of the spiritual soil that I hadn’t smelled for a long time. This breath only existed in the very long memory of the old elm tree. The old elm tree who caught up with the last train of the essence in the end of the law was trembling with excitement.

“It’s spiritual soil?” he said, taking a deep breath, “It’s spiritual soil!”

Gu Bai stared blankly at the old elm tree that was overwhelmed with excitement, and then looked around, but there was no soil at all.

He looked down at the fertile black earth he had painted, thinking that he couldn’t just talk about it.

“Are you satisfied with this painting?” Gu Bai took out the painting and walked to the workbench of Old Yushu.

When Gu Bai came, the old elm tree was carving a small Buddha woodcarving, which can be small or fine.

But at this time, he directly piled the things on the table to the side at random, some even fell to the ground, and the old elm tree did not see a trace of sight.

Gu Bai watched the old elm tree laid out the painting happily, and leaned over to pick up the finely divided tools and small wooden carvings that had fallen on the ground.

The house of the old elm was very clean, and there was no dust on these things when they fell on the ground.

The old elm tree lightly touched the flat ground and the silver-striped river on the screen.

When Gu Bai got up, he saw his hands shaking.

After a pause, Gu Bai looked up at this old elm tree, which seemed to be quite old, but found that there were tears on the other side’s face, and he had to avoid the painting for fear of tears dripping onto the painting.

Gu Bai was shocked.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Gu Bai looked at him in astonishment, still holding a small wooden sculpture in his hand, completely at a loss.

Is it so true to hand in a product?

Gu Bai put the small wooden sculpture back on the table, took a piece of paper and handed it to the old elm tree to wipe his tears.

“I thought… I won’t touch the spiritual soil again.” The old elm tree said hoarsely, couldn’t help but touch the painting, then carefully withdrew his hand, wiped away the tears, turned his head and walked directly from the cabinet on the side. A picture frame that had been prepared a long time ago was moved out.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his mind, his hands stopped shaking, and he didn’t let Gu Bai intervene, so he was especially careful to prepare for the painting.

Gu Bai stood aside and estimated that Old Yushu was quite satisfied with the performance of this painting.

However, unlike Si Yiming, who recognized Buzhou Mountain and Jianmu in the painting at a glance, and even Si Yiming, who is probably on the west side of Buzhou Mountain, Yu Shu did not recognize the mountain and Jianmu in the painting.

It seems that Uncle Yu is actually very young.

Gu Bai felt that he really took advantage of this baby face.

“Spiritual soil, something like that was also found here before.” Old Yushu said while carefully handling the painting. “The place where my body is rooted in the yard is originally a piece of spiritual soil.”

Lingzhi grows on the spiritual soil, which is relatively easier to give birth to spiritual wisdom, and there are some earthy little spirits.

The old elm tree can become fine, thanks to the blessing of that piece of spiritual land.

“But those spiritual soils fade away fast.” Old Yushu sighed softly, “I just watched human beings make development, and dug up all those spiritual soils to dispose of them at will, violent and violent.”

The feelings of trees towards the land are different from those of other races. They were born on this, and they support and nurture each other with the land. It can be said that they are very close to each other.

The spiritual soil that he relied on for survival and nurtured him was excavated from the category of ordinary trees, and the old elm tree, who could not do anything about it, felt very sad.

After that, he hadn’t seen a new spiritual land for hundreds of years.

“I heard that there are mirages in the Penglai Mountain.” The old elm said in a whisper, “but the rabbit spirits, in order to ensure that the mirages they depend on for survival are not destroyed, except for the powers that give them shelter, they will not let them Others go in.”

The mirage is still painting in the final analysis, and the world in the painting also needs to be maintained.

It’s understandable that the rabbit spirits don’t let people in casually, but this does not prevent Old Yushu from complaining casually.

“But now we also have you.” Old Yushu said and became happy. He carefully buckled the picture into the frame and said happily, “As a friend, I still hope you can make it more or less convenient in the future.”

The mirage didn’t dare to think about it. The monsters were definitely going to break their heads. Their Mu Clan would naturally not have an advantage in this kind of thing, so it’s better not to fight and wait slowly.

Old Yushu closed the frame and looked at the painting happily.

“If you are free, it would be great to draw a few more spiritual paintings that can protect the wood clan’s body, just like this one.”

Gu Bai looked at the picture frame in his hand, and asked in confusion, “Friends?”

“Yes.” Old Yushu was carrying the picture frame and preparing to go to the yard. When he heard Gu Bai’s question, he was still a little confused, but he immediately reacted, “You may not be clear when you are young. To put it simply, it is the intergeneration of earth and wood, we The dead leaves of the Wood tribe can also be fertile when they fall in the soil.”

Gu Bai looked at Old Yushu while talking, and moved the painting out, and couldn’t help but look down at his hands.

“…”

Could it be that I am actually a little muddy spirit.

Gu Bai looked at his hand dumbfounded for a while.

Little muddy spirits are small muddy spirits, and there seems to be nothing wrong with them.

Gu Bai looked up at the old elm tree in the yard and waved his hand, and directly pulled up the unusually lush elm tree in the yard.

Gu Bai’s eyes rounded, and then he saw Uncle Yu dragging the elm tree directly onto the painting that was lying flat on the ground.

Then the lush elm tree instantly collapsed into a little green light, and in broad daylight, a brain flooded into the painting.

When the old elm tree came back from carrying the painting again, there was a very luxuriant elm tree in Gu Bai’s painting. It did not choose to stay by the water, but chose to be far away from the waterfront.

“It has reached the border, and the scope of your spiritual painting is not large.” Old Yushu felt a little regretful.

The mountains behind him couldn’t turn over. If he wanted to be able to pass, he would definitely hide his body in the mountains, and no one would even want to find it.

Gu Bai has never seen this kind of posture. The spiritual paintings he painted in the Eight Classics before were all painted for others to use. This is the first time I have seen this kind of show operation of directly smashing his own body into it. .

His face was dazed, dazed, and a little shocked: “I… don’t know how to paint bigger.”

“Ah, don’t worry, I just say it casually.” Old Yushu laughed, with a wrinkled face full of kindness, “I will not charge you for the picture frame in the future, so please don’t refuse me. You help I’m very busy.”

Gu Bai’s resignation was blocked, and he looked at the lush elm tree far away in the painting, and couldn’t help but substitute himself.

Could it be possible that after his body entered, he was muddy.

Gu Bai swears that he has absolutely no racial discrimination.

But he was really reluctant to accept the fact that he might be a little muddy spirit.

Gu Bai decided to go back and ask Mr. Si-but before that, he went to a nearby auto repair street and picked a cheap white electric donkey, and rode home worriedly.

When he returned home, the security guard at the door told him that his printer had arrived.

Gu Bai thinks that this matter can probably eliminate part of the sadness that he might be a little muddy spirit.

So he showed a smile to the security guard, put the package in front of the little eDonkey, and drove slowly into the community.

There is basically no standardized parking system in Jiuzhou Shanhaiyuan, and there is no underground parking lot. The garage door below the unit is directly opened and parked at will. There is no fear of someone stealing the car.

Gu Bai looked around for a socket, and finally found one. He was surprised that the car parked next to the socket was quite familiar, and it belonged to Mr. Si.

Gu Bai thought for a while, bravely parked his little eDonkey next to Mr. Si’s car, plugged it in, and carried the newly arrived printer upstairs.

As soon as Gu Bai opened the door, the phone in his pocket shook “buzzing”.

He put down the package in his hand and took out the phone.

It turned out to be his dad who called!

Gu Bai’s expression is simply visible to the naked eye and can’t believe it.

He rushed through the phone, and asked very nervously, “Dad? What’s wrong with you? Is something wrong? Hungry?”

“It’s me, nothing happened, no accident, not hungry.” Gu Lang answered Gu Bai’s question smoothly.

Gu Bai was greatly relieved, his voice lowered, “Then why are you calling?”

Gu Bai knows that his dad prefers to send text messages compared to phone calls, because he used to call his dad and didn’t answer them, but occasionally he would cheat the body to return one or two text messages, but recently the text messages between the father and son have been quite frequent. .

However, Gu Lang thought that he likes to send text messages more than to make phone calls. After all, looking at the SMS records, he has been sending small essays to him every day for the past few years, and I can see that he likes texting more than usual.

The father and son who feel they are very considerate of each other send text messages every day, and they are even very happy in their hearts.

Gu Lang was very happy when he heard his good boy’s voice. He asked, “Good boy, are you at home?”

“I just went home.” Gu Bai replied, and he was stopped by Gu Lang as soon as he was about to close the door.

“You let Si Yiming answer the phone.” Gu Lang said gruffly.

Gu Bai was taken aback, returned to the door again, and asked, “Don’t you have a number?”

Gu Lang answered very simply and confidently: “I’m on the blacklist, I don’t want to be pulled out.”

Gu Bai: “…”

Okay, as long as you are happy.

Gu Bai went and rang the doorbell of Mr. Si’s house. Within half a minute, Si Yiming opened the door.

Gu Bai raised the phone, his voice was obedient and small: “Mr. Si, my father is looking for you.”

Si Yiming’s calm and even a little happy mood suddenly became menacing with the naked eye, and Gu Bai was trembling with fright.

But he still held the phone firmly.

After Si Yiming did a good job of mental construction, he answered the phone.

He said indifferently: “Say.”

Gu Lang also said very bluntly: “Send the dog monster you are guarding the door.”

Mr. Si’s voice is still cold and slagging: “The reason?”

Gu Lang was silent for a long time, and finally spoke very fast and forced loudly: “Bai Ze doesn’t recognize me and runs away when he sees me. He is too special to run and hide. I can’t find him so I can give me a nose. Here comes the spirit!”

Si Yiming didn’t answer either, hung up the phone, and returned the phone to Gu Bai.

Gu Lang’s voice is not small, and Gu Bai’s mobile phone is not a high-end phone of good quality, and the conversation is clear.

Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming carefully, and instinctively felt that Mr. Si would definitely accept this.

Of course, it wasn’t because of his dad’s request…Uh, let’s call it a request, Gu Bai thought.

The main reason is probably because of Bai Ze.

Sure enough, even though Si Yiming’s face was quite unhappy, he still made a call with his own mobile phone and went out to explain the matter.

Looking at Mr. Si’s actions, Gu Bai couldn’t help showing a silly smile. Then, thinking of his own affairs, he narrowed his smile and looked at Si Yiming who had hung up the phone with eager eyes.

Mr. Si frowned when he stared at him.

“what’s happenin?”

“Mr. Si, that…” Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming blankly, and forced him in a low voice, “Am I, am I a little muddy spirit?”

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai who didn’t want to accept reality at all. After thinking about it, he replied, “It’s possible.”

After answering the question, seeing Gu Bai’s whole body wilting, Mr. Si used his extremely urgent emotional intelligence to stimulate his thoughts, and hurriedly added: “It may be something else, such as stone spirit… etc. .”

Gu Bai: “…”

It’s not so much better!

Mr. Si thought about it for a long time, and looked at Gu Bai’s awkwardness. With an idea, he thought and said in a deep voice, “It might be a diamond essence.”

Gu Bai: “…”

Okay, it seems to be okay.

Gu Bai thought, at least diamonds are fine and rich.

Gu Bai could see that Mr. Si was trying hard to comfort him.

Gu Bai worked hard to cheer up, and decided to make preparations from today that he might be a little muddy spirit, a little stone spirit or a little diamond spirit.

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