Soul Painter

　　 Gao Fan can't remember when he returned to his room.

　　 seems to have been invited out because he stayed in Lu Guoying for too long.

　　Vaguely, he seemed to have discussed the whereabouts of Lu's pheasant with Lu Guoying. Lu Guoying's reply was, don't worry, the child is always like this, and it lasts for a few months when he is missing, but he is fine when he comes back.

　　 This answer made Gao Fan feel relieved, so he was completely immersed in the line drawing given by Lu Guoying.

　　 Old man Lu...No, if Mr. Lu has a system panel, his ‘line’ skill value must be above 90, or is it close to 100?

　　 Gao Fan looked at two line drawings, one was his own and the other was given to him by Lu Guoying's teaching style.

It also expresses'a shocking beauty', a pair of eyes that are like gems nested. Gao Fan used nearly fifty lines, while Lu Guoying only used four, but Lu Guoying expressed it more accurately than Gao Fan. , These four lines depict the'truth that does not exist'.

　　 "Master Lu must have a foundation in meticulous style..." Gao Fan muttered, "I should also learn Chinese painting, as well as anatomy, psychology, and ideological politics."

　　 He muttered, learning too much.

Lu Guoying still suggested that Gao Fan learn from Holbein. In addition, if you have the conditions to learn from Qi Baishi, you should learn from Tian Shiguang. The improvement of this is helpful. As for the subject that Gao Fan wants to paint at present, Lu Guoying has the mentality of'watching the fun'.

　　 "The kid doesn't know how high the sky is. He has to hit the south wall several times to know how many points he is."

　　 After Gao Fan left, Lu Guoying said this to Lawrence.

　　 A painting, as long as you want to paint it, a three-year-old child on the street can also paint one.

　　 But if you want to paint well, there is no upper limit.

　　 Gao Fan doesn’t know if Lu Guoying’s level is good enough for the portrait of the'Mi Mao'.

　　 But he is definitely not enough.

　　 can only imagine in his head, he can't use his skill level to spell out this painting, and when he really writes, he will be extremely difficult.

　　 And which painter is not able to make a thousand strokes without knowing what he has done.

　　 "But only by challenging the limit can you leap the limit~" Gao Fan was excited.

He looked at his current system status bar. After counting the various bonuses, the color 74, the line 74, and the structure 78 were improved by Lu Guoying’s guidance. In addition, the inspiration brought by Mi Mao’s gaze was great. When it explodes, the three major items of painting will rise, the amplitude is about 5 points, and the addition is a little bit less, which may be due to the low basic value of the three major items of Gao Fan.

　　 "The upper limit for mortals is only 100, but masters such as Leonardo da Vinci, Dali, and Van Gogh must far exceed this upper limit..." Gao Fan muttered.

Gao Fan had long been thinking that Lu Guoying’s three major items should be close to full value. His works, Gao Fan has also seen, are very powerful, with close to perfect skills, and a proper'master', but still has not reached the height of the establishment of a school. , Obviously, the height of the'Grandmaster' should exceed 100 in all values.

　　The upper limit of the three skills of the painter is 100, but there must be ways to exceed this upper limit.

　　 For the masters, the full level may mean that the game of drawing has just begun.

　　 "Before I thought that by stacking the three items to 100, I could become a grand master. Now think about it, that's just the height of a mortal. My hope is that I stand at the pinnacle... the pinnacle of art history throughout the ages..."

　　 Gao Fan muttered, while taking out a new piece of drawing paper.

　　 Now he has to experiment, how many skill points are needed to reach Lu Guoying's line level.

　　 Experiment again to see if this skill value is enough to provide the foundation for "Mi Cat Portrait".

　　 So he took out the two carving knives he had originally planned to return to Lu Guoying, but Lu Guoying asked him to hold it first, saying that Lu Zhi would come and ask him for the two carving knives.

　　 suddenly passed the world of specimens of flesh and blood.

　　 Even though the SAN value reaches 80, it can't stop the screaming whisper.

　　 Gao Fan endured the urge to say a prayer to this great being, and focused his attention on the drawing paper in front of him.

　　 has two carving knives superimposed, his anatomy becomes 38, and the line instantly reaches 94, and the structure becomes 88.

　　 A lot of painting knowledge flooded into Gao Fan's brain like a tide, directing his fingers to start dancing on the canvas.

The line drawing given by Lu Guoying, who couldn’t understand it just now, became understandable in an instant. With a'structure' skill value of 88 points, we can understand what kind of spatial layout Lu Guoying chose, and it has reached the'line' skill value of 94. It also made Gao Fan understand where the agility represented by these four lines came from.

　　 No, no, no, no... a little higher!

　　 Seeing the gap, I understand that the gap is really there.

　　 To repeat these four lines perfectly, Gao Fan needs a higher skill value!

Gao Fan began to recall the'Mi Cat' in his mind. The world in his eyes seemed to have returned to that underground abyss. He saw two rounds of huge eyes slowly floating above the dense fog, and above the eyes, towards the sky. The extended seven-color brilliance.

　　 Boom!

　　 A lot of inspiration began to boil in Gao Fan's mind.

　　 Every time at this time, Gao Fan can't check how much the three items have improved in his system status bar, because the explosive inspiration drives him to create, create, and create!

　　 Gao Fan started to go crazy, and drew lines on the drawing board.

　　 He just used fifty eyes to draw Mi Mao’s eyes~www.novelmt.com~ this time only fifteen eyes were used.

　　 But not enough.

　　 He can do better.

　　 all night.

　　 The room is filled with the sound of ‘chacha’, the sound of the drawing paper being torn apart.

　　……

the next morning.

　　 The director who has eaten breakfast came knocking on Gao Fan's door.

　　 knocked several times, but there was no response.

　　 After a while, Lu Guoying and Lawrence also came.

　　 Old man Lu is older, he feels less, and he wakes up early, Lawrence still followed, and he was going to be a driver to send them to the biennale. Now they are all gathered at the gate of Gaofan.

　　 Seeing the knock on the door, no one answered.

　　 "Isn't something wrong?" The director became worried.

　　 "What's going to happen? It must be because children do not like to get up." Lu Guoying said.

　　 "I'll go to the waiter to open the door." Lawrence said.

　　 Soon, the waiter arrived and helped the three people open the door.

　　As soon as the door opened, the three of them were taken aback.

Because on the floor of the whole room, there was a vast expanse of white paper, scattered with all kinds of scraps of paper, like a heavy snowfall. The director picked up one at random. Without understanding, Lu Guoying also picked up one, but his expression was a little bit. Unexplained, Lawrence took a few steps forward and saw Gao Fan lying down on the bed. He hurriedly touched his breath. Then he relaxed and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm asleep."

　　 Turning his head, Lawrence saw the drawing on the drawing board again. It was the line drawing that Lu Guoying gave to Gao Fan. He joked, "Teacher, you can sell this line drawing to auction for a hundred thousand dollars."

　　 "That would have to wait for me to die, and I didn't paint that either." Lu Guoying said with an eyebrow twisted.