Chapter 149 Drawing Ice Cubes!

"Junior brother, please don't let your mind wander."

When he heard Li Mo say that he wanted to learn Danqing and paint by himself, Ouyang leaned back slightly and his expression changed drastically.

"Any questions?"

Li Mo didn't know why his expression suddenly changed.

"To persuade people to learn painting is to cut them into pieces with a thousand cuts. This thing is a great injustice!"

Ouyang's face was serious, and he talked about the shortcomings of learning Danqing like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube:

"First of all, to learn the art of painting, you must have talent. Being talented in this area is more difficult than having good skills in martial arts."

"Don't worry about talent."

Li Moxin said that she could not be inferior to his swordsmanship talent.

Just take the Enlightenment Pile.

Besides, he didn't intend to become a master of painting.

Just be able to barely draw the lower shape.

You can leave the rest to the Seal of Creation!

Ouyang twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but persuade:

"Learning to paint is very expensive."

"When I first learned painting, my family thought I was involved in something illegal or disorderly."

"You're laughing so hard. Things that violate laws and regulations are not as valuable as pen, ink, paper, and inkstones."

In response, classmate Xiao Li smiled shyly:

"I have obtained several sets of the Four Treasures of the Study. It should be enough for me to practice my skills...right?"

He laid out pen, ink, paper and inkstone with investment feedback.

"Do you use these to practice?"

Ouyang opened his mouth.

Li Mo waved his hand: "Leave it alone, don't use it."

Ouyang: "...."

Listen to what you are saying is human language.

Green-veined jade paper... dust-free pen... pine pattern purple smoke animal ink... unicorn incense inkstone...

None of the great scholars in the world can come up with such a luxurious set.

Take that piece of animal ink for example.

His teacher waited for more than ten years at the auction before he got a piece of it, and it cost him half his fortune to buy it.

His fists were clenched. At this moment, he really wanted to hit someone, but unfortunately he couldn't.

When they said goodbye to Li Mo, they all looked complicated.

"That's right, junior brother."

"Um?"

"Next time you come to see me, just come in directly. Don't shout that Elder Shang Wu is here. It scares me so much that I don't dare to paint today."

"knew."

Classmate Xiao Li politely presented a thousand taels of silver notes, which comforted Senior Brother Ouyang's injured heart.

"Sir, please walk slowly. If there is anything you don't understand about the art of painting, please come and ask me!"

Senior Brother Ouyang sent him down the mountain with a smile on his face.

.....

Qiushui Pavilion.

On the stone table, there is a broken statue and a blurred picture of the gods.

After Li Mo came back, he tried to watch gods again.

Then....

The statue of the night ghost and the visualization of the flesh and blood Buddha were all scrapped.

He gritted his teeth and took out the Golden Crow Transformation Sun Picture.

The picture is fine.

But he also didn't get any growth in mind and soul, let alone condense body and mind and break the mysterious elixir.

"Which part of the problem is the problem?"

"Is it because my accumulation of Xuandan realm is not enough?"

"Is it because of... the immortal body?"

Li Mo couldn't help but think divergently.

The former is unlikely.

Then it can only be the latter.

Even the elders couldn't understand the Immortal Body, so they could only cross the river by feeling the stones.

"Now I can only try slowly by myself."

"It's hard to figure out how to view the gods. Only by doing it yourself can you have enough food and clothing."

Li Mo took out the book "Miaobi Shenghua Mo Xilu" and studied it with concentration.

Don't say it.

Painting is really not a simple thing.

Composition, shape, and artistic conception need to be perfectly combined.

To draw a picture of the gods, one even needs to concentrate one's own mind and soul on the tip of the pen, and draw the outline with the ink.

Undoubtedly, the difficulty of painting increases geometrically.

A little carelessness and a painting can be ruined.

"I guess my talent in painting, even better than that of swordsmanship, is limited..."

Li Mo shook his head.

After reluctantly studying the entire book of Mo Xilu, he tried to use martial arts insights.

[Thirty years of martial arts insights successfully injected into it]

good news.

My martial arts insights can actually be used on it.

This is probably because the goal of Mo Xilu is to draw a picture of the gods, and it has also been included in martial arts.

bad news.....

[Thirty years of martial arts enlightenment have been exhausted. 】

【Your "Wonderful Writings and Flowers and Ink Cleansing Record" has revealed the first fruits of understanding. 】

Li Mo: "..."

In his mind, there flashed the expression of Senior Brother Ouyang's heartbroken expression, urging him not to learn to paint.

Encouraging people to learn painting will lead to death with a thousand cuts.

This is so true!

Obviously, Chushou can only draw ordinary ink paintings. To draw a divine painting, one must at least be a master.

[Thirty years of martial arts insights have been injected successfully. 】

[In the first year, you recall all the scenes you have seen in your life and practice with all your strength. 】

.....

[In the thirtieth year, you feel that you have achieved everything that your skills can do, but it is still difficult to draw a picture of the gods. You feel that this is probably the ultimate you can achieve in the way of painting. 】

【If you can’t do art, you just can’t do it. 】

[You haven’t found what you want to paint at all, so how can you put your energy into it? 】

[Thirty years of martial arts enlightenment have been exhausted. 】

Countless insights came into my mind.

"I just deduced a painting technique, why is it so sarcastic!"

Classmate Xiao Li punched the stone table, causing the four treasures of the study to float into the air.

After another thirty years of hard work, there is not even a small achievement!

Is there still the law?

Is there still law!

"What's wrong with you?"

A puzzled voice of a certain ice-ball sounded in my ears.

Looking up, I saw the girl standing alone with a sword in her arms under the setting sun, as if she was coated with a layer of fluorescence.

The evening breeze was a little noisy.

It made the leaves dance lightly, the girl's skirt flutter, and her three thousand black hair flutter.

Li Mo was stunned.

Just learned to paint.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to pick up a pen.

"Ice-ball."

"Hmm?"

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Besides taking a hot spring bath."

"Hmm..."

.....

Dinner.

Delicious food was on the table.

Shang Wu looked curiously not far away, and saw Li Mo sitting in front of the drawing board, seriously splashing ink, and his pen was like a dragon and snake.

"What is he doing?"

"He asked me to help him practice painting."

Ying Bing retracted his peripheral vision, feeling slightly strange.

Li Mo was really focused at this moment.

The feeling of being carefully painted by someone with a pen had an indescribable meaning.

"Painting?"

"You went to Ruyi Peak and got involved in that thing?"

Shang Wu's eyes widened, and she rolled up her sleeves and rushed to Ruyi Peak.

The beautiful master was very angry.

This is to lead her precious disciple astray!

"Master, I want to learn it myself."

Li Mo said helplessly.

"That's a bigger problem!"

Shang Wu walked to his side.

Inadvertently, he saw the picture on the Qingmai Jade Paper, and his expression froze.

In an instant, he stopped making noise.

"Huh?"

Ying Bing was a little curious, and walked to the side with a light step.

The girl's figure jumped on the paper.

There was no face.

But...

It can be seen that it is her.

......

PS: Sorry for being late, I deleted one chapter because I felt it didn't taste right. I feel that something of low quality cannot be served to the audience, sorry sorry.

There will be another chapter in the evening, but it will be late, so you can read it tomorrow.