Painter

Ze Mu absorbed Bai Qian's blood and began to grow.Thin and soft branches are pulled out from the surface, curled and attached to the Zemu.Bai Qian didn't expect such rough lines and bad composition to draw anything perfect, just seeing this piece of wood responding made him very happy.

It's just that I didn't expect that after Zemu grew two thin branches, a little red spark suddenly appeared.Before Bai Qian could react, Ze Mu was suddenly surrounded by flames and burned up.

Bai Qian turned his head to look at Mu Yueguan, who also opened his mouth in shock and was speechless.Bai Qian poked her arm and asked, "Is this normal?"

Mu Yueguan shook his head violently: "It has never appeared before!"

Bai Qian looked at the ball of fire on the ground and asked, "Then why?"

Mu Yueguan looked at him like a madman, and shouted, "How would I know! What's in your blood?"

Bai Qian was also a little crazy, but he wasn't as excited as Mu Yueguan, so he just replied back: "How would I know! I don't deal with creatures!"

The fire is still burning, bright blue dances in the air.Bai Qian was silent for a moment, then suddenly bent down while supporting the armrest, and wanted to touch the flame with the other hand.Mu Yueguan was so frightened that he quickly grabbed him and said angrily, "What are you doing! Don't you want this hand anymore!"

Bai Qian was about to reach out, but Mu Yueguan pulled out a short dagger from his waist, removed the scabbard and handed it to him.Bai Qian flipped the piece of Zemu with a dagger, the front and back were burning, and the ground had been smoked black.

I could hear the "cracking" sound of Zemu burning, and after a while, the piece of wood turned into charred charcoal.Mu Yueguan poked it with the scabbard, but didn't see the trick, and suggested: "Go ask brother! He may know the reason."

Bai Qian nodded, and asked Wan Zhu to take a tray to hold the charcoal, and bring it to find Mu Qingjian.

On the way, Bai Qian asked Mu Yueguan: "Is there anything else about the painter?"

Mu Yueguan asked back: "Which aspect are you referring to?"

"All kinds of things, as long as it's related to painters. For example... why are you good at drawing soldiers, but your brother is good at drawing utensils? And the Qu family as a whole focuses on painting clothes?"

The Qu family of Northwest Fengyan has a dissolute family style, and there are many playboys in the whole family, who are romantic by nature.According to Li Yuan, the Qujia Qu Miaoen is one of the few people who only paints clothes but is also a high-ranking person.

Mu Yue thought about it, and replied: "I have loved going out to play since I was a child, and I often hang out with those guards. My brother only has that side of the world, which is quiet all day long. Probably because of this. As for the Qu family... Maybe there is a lot of water in the northwest. So the people in that place are more tender, and the clothes they draw are more beautiful?"

Bai Qian listened, pondered in his heart, and suddenly had a clue: "For example, if a person from the Qu family who is very good at painting brocades is put in Fanxi, what will happen?"

"Spiritual power will decline, and painting skills will deteriorate. Therefore, most painters will not travel far, and stay in different places for a long time."

Bai Qian fully grasped the key point of the question, and with a little emotion, he asked: "Then if this painter settles in Fanxi and lives here all the time, will he become good at painting tools while losing his spiritual power for painting clothes? "

Mu Yueguan frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, no painter would be willing to give up the spiritual power he was born with to take this risk."

Even so, Bai Qian was still thinking about his own theory.It makes sense to explain the difference between the Fengyan Qu family and the Fanxi Mu family with the viewpoint of "one side of the soil and water supports the other side of the people".If this theory holds true, and the painter's spiritual power comes from the local water and soil, then how to treat himself as an outsider cannot be concluded.

On the other hand, the dissatisfaction with the environment and soil that has been entangled with me for a long time is also a manifestation of my incompatibility with this world.Bai Qian didn't pay attention to the process in between.I only know that now that the symptoms have been relieved a lot, I have carved a piece of Zewood myself, and then that piece of wood has really changed.

If you develop at this pace, will you be able to become a painter as long as you live in this world for a long time and completely become a part of it?

Bai Qian asked himself, and while he was overjoyed, he thought, if he came here from another time and space, can he really fully integrate into this world?Could Zemu's spontaneous combustion be a proof of the fact that "I have always been an outlier"?

It looks like an exit has been found, but more problems follow.Bai Qian let out a long breath, trying to relieve his tension.Mu Yueguan said suddenly from the side: "Let's test the spiritual power again! If the spiritual power improves, it will be stimulated at the same time as the spiritual test!"

Bai Qian hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Will the test...will you faint?"

"Didn't you test it? Of course you will! But at most two sticks of incense, you will wake up soon."

Bai Qian looked sideways slightly, and his voice was slightly low: "No, for the time being... don't worry about it."

Mu Yueguan still wanted to ask him why, and after turning a corner, he arrived at Mu Qingjian's bedroom.Yun Yue was standing outside the door, with straight shoulders and clear eyes, like a silent tree.

Seeing Mu Yueguan, Yun Yue saluted first, and replied in a low voice: "Young Master, please don't disturb me before eating."

As soon as the words fell, Bai Qian heard Mu Qingjian's voice from inside the house, tired and weak, and asked in a low voice: "Is it Yueguan? Come in."

Yun Yue pushed open the door, bowed and backed away, with an air of awe.Whenever Mu Yueguan saw his brother, he always cheered and jumped in with the scorched piece of Zemu in his hand.Bai Qian looked sideways at Yun Yue and nodded slightly, Yun Yue hurriedly bowed his back even deeper, backed away in fear and fear, not daring to accept Bai Qian's gift.

Bai Qian had already learned about the order of dignity and inferiority in this world, but he just couldn't get used to it.One's own etiquette may be troublesome to others, Bai Qian tried his best to restrain himself and live more like people of this era.

The house was brightly lit, although it was daytime, candles were lit all over the house.Bai Qian walked through the outer hall and saw Mu Qingjian turning the handwheel, and turned to look at Mu Yueguan.The place behind him is the original wooden table without any grain, which has been adjusted to a height suitable for the wheelchair he is currently sitting on.Dozens of sheets of plain brocade were spread out on the table, with messy lines drawn on them, overlapping each other.

Seeing Bai Qian coming in, Mu Qingjian twisted his body sideways and covered the brocade on the table with his backhand, showing his defensiveness without any concealment.

Mu Qingjian asked Yun Yue for a cup of tea, and took a sip.Mu Yueguan lay on the table to read his sketches, turned his head and said, "Brother, you don't have to worry too much. The emperor's trip must be huge, and the journey is extremely slow. What's more, he went west to Fengyan first, and then turned to the south road After passing Jingxi, and then going back from Guigu in the south, we finally arrived at Fanxi."

Mu Qingjian shook his head: "The Mu family prospered only because I gave him the painting tool. If there is no Zemu, how will the Mu family be? How about our brothers and sisters?"

Mu Yueguan pouted, and muttered softly: "What's the matter? I can still draw soldiers, but I can't support you..."

"Nonsense!" Mu Qingjian was probably under too much pressure and his temper was a little irritable. He immediately reprimanded his sister, "How long can you stay with brother?"

Mu Yueguan felt aggrieved when he was reprimanded by his brother.Just pouted his mouth, but he understood the meaning behind his elder brother's words, and couldn't help blushing.Mu Yueguan looked down at the floor, but out of the corner of his eye, he circled around Bai Qian's body.

Bai Qian only felt that Mu Yueguan looked at him suddenly, a little inexplicably, and didn't understand what the siblings just said.Remembering what happened before, Bai Qian interrupted Mu Yueguan's little emotions: "Mr. Mu, have you ever burned Zemu? After carving, the wood suddenly burned?"

Mu Yueguan was still wandering, but after hearing this, he quickly suppressed his expression, and showed the things on the tray to Mu Qingjian.Mu Qingjian frowned and moved Zemu, exclaiming, "Did it burn itself? How could it be?"

Bai Qian nodded: "It's just like you, after two drops of blood are dripped on it, it will spontaneously ignite."

Mu Qingjian was shocked and didn't have any clues. He thought for a long time and said, "Why don't you try again and show me."

Yun Yue consciously went to get a new Zemu, which was still the size of a palm, but thinner, and at the same time handed over a small carving knife.Bai Qian picked up Ze Mu, and glanced at Mu Qingjian's wooden table.It seems that the brain is still in a state of rapid rotation for a while, and the thinking and memory have become more active.Looking at Mu Qingjian's carving knife, Bai Qian remembered the scene of Li Yuan painting clothes again.

Li Yuan has always been painting on a piece of green cloth, and after painting, he will fold the cloth neatly and put it away.With this in mind, Bai Qian asked, "Can't I use your carving knife?"

Bai Qian just thought of another possibility, not because he wanted to use those knives.But Mu Qingjian didn't know what he was thinking, snorted coldly, and said contemptuously: "You are too presumptuous! How can I hand over my carving knife to others!"

Bai Qian waved his hand and asked, "Then what if I use other people's knives, for example, Wan Zhu's tool, is that okay?"

Mu Yueguan asked in confusion: "Why do you have to use someone else's carving knife?"

Bai Qian had a thought in his mind, and when he was interrupted like this, he became a little anxious: "I don't have to use it! I'm asking you, can I use it? Let's ask, can Zhang San use Li Si's tool? Or, Li Si's tool?" Only for Li Si?"

Mu Yueguan thought about his question carefully, and shook his head: "It's not that Li Si's carving knife and paintbrush are exclusive to Li Si, but that Zhang San should have his own paintbrush."

That's it!

As a manga artist, I am best at pencils and g-pens.Only when you can get back your own tools and use these tools to paint can you really test whether you can become a painter.

Bai Qian tightened his grip on Ze Mu's hand, stared at Mu Yueguan, and asked, "Have you found the man in black yet?"

Mu Yueguan was suddenly confused by his question, and blinked blankly: "What man in black?"

"The one who snatched my package!"

Mu Yueguan lowered his eyelids, and his eyes flickered: "No... I didn't find it... The one who snatched your package is probably the same group as the one who set fire to the mountain. They were well prepared, and the guards didn't find them at all."

Bai Qian's complexion was not very good, Mu Yueguan whispered: "Aside from your artificial leg, is there anything else? What is it? Can I ask my brother to draw it for you?"

It was rare for the little girl to show a timid look, Bai Qian sighed secretly, suppressed his emotions, and said, "There is still my paintbrush."

Mu Yueguan was stunned, not knowing what to say.Mu Qingjian asked: "A brush? Or a carving knife?"

"It's...another kind of special tool." Bai Qian hesitated for a while, without specifying, and asked instead, "Is the paintbrush something that can't be changed after it's confirmed? For example, can you change the carving knife?"

Mu Qingjian shook his head: "No."

"What about wear and tear?"

"The artist's brushes are all specially processed and will not wear out. If they are really damaged, it means that the artist's painting journey has come to an end."

Bai Qian raised his head slightly, sighed and said, "So, I have to find that package."