To practice both of these skills to the extreme requires the pursuit of both form and spirit, so it requires amazing observation and patience.
For example, every strand of human hair, every face of animals, every vein of plants...
If he could integrate these two items, his control would be greatly improved.
#reasonable, convincing#
The only problem is that according to the current social development, his only tool is a very simple brush.
——This is even more of a test of technology.
But Qiao Xi didn't panic at all.
Anyway, he has more time, so he just needs to practice more.
He remembered that as soon as it came out, he became interested and ran to the study room, took out his brushes and papers and spread them in the corridor.
——These pens and papers were obtained by Sa Dou when he was collecting those monsters and wills for Qiao Xi. They have been kept in the study room and no one is using them. Now, it just gives Qiao Xi room to use them.
Sa Dou raised his eyebrows when he saw this: "Oh? Master, are you going to paint?"
Qiao Xi said "hmm" and then said: "Didn't you say you need to practice control? I think painting is a good way to practice."
Sa Dou: "???"
Although he didn't quite understand the logic behind this, Sa Dou thought that since Master Fengyue Shen said this, it should have its own reason.
So he watched the painting process of Lord Fengyue God with a sincere heart.
Qiao Xi spread the paper on the ground and began to draw according to the scene in the courtyard.
Ten minutes later, he looked at the unknown object on the paper, paused, and silently stretched out his hand to crumple the piece of dough into a ball.
Come again.
Twenty minutes later, Qiao Xi reached out again, crumpled the paper and threw it away.
Thirty minutes later...
Half a day passed, Qiao Xi held up the pen expressionlessly, looked at Sa Dou, whose shoulders were shaking with laughter, and said expressionlessly: "What are you laughing at?"
Sa Dou looked calm: "I think of happy things."
Qiao Xi: "What happy thing?"
Sa Dou: "..."
Sa Dou coughed, looked serious, and said, "I see that Dudu seems to have grown up a bit."
Qiao Xi: "..."
Qiao Xi knew that he was changing the subject and was too lazy to talk to him, so she let him go.
But... He lowered his head and looked at a black shapeless object on the paper. For a moment, he felt the emotions in his heart, which were too complicated to explain in words.
He stared at it for a long time, finally realizing that he was having a wild dream.
Painting is something that can never be accomplished overnight. You still have to practice from the basics.
Thinking like this, he turned around and asked Sa Dou: "Are there any monsters who are good at painting?"
Sa Dou squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
Qiao Xi became interested, put the pen and paper aside, then sat cross-legged and raised her chin towards Sa Dou with interest: "Can you tell me?"
Sa Dou smiled slightly and named all the monsters in his impression that he could paint.
In fact, there are quite a few monsters who can draw. Some of them are similar to Qiao Xi. They lived for too long and felt idle, so they learned various human skills. A typical example of this kind of monster is the scholar.
Some are born directly from scrolls and are born with painting skills. A typical example of this kind of monster is the flower and bird scroll.
And some are humans who have been obsessed with painting before they were alive and have fallen into monsters. Generally, monsters that have become obsessed with painting do not have very clear memories of being human and only remember their own obsessions.
So if the obsession that caused him to fall was painting, then even if he became a monster, all that the monster could remember in his heart and mind would definitely be painting.
Sa Dou spoke in detail, and Qiao Xi listened attentively. The two of them sat under the corridor in an extremely academic atmosphere.
In the courtyard, Dudu ran back and forth happily, Yingcao followed behind her with a vicissitudes of life, and when she was about to fall, she very vigorously caught her with the fluffy dandelion in her hand, and then Dudu
Gurgling, he rolled off the plush and then stood up and continued playing.
Just as Qiao Xi was listening in rapt attention, he suddenly heard a series of exclamations in the courtyard. He subconsciously followed the sound and looked up. Before he could react, he saw a black ball heading straight towards him.
It rolled over here.
He subconsciously opened his eyes wide, and the round ball crashed into his arms.
When he lowered his head again, he met a pair of big, watery sea-blue eyes.
Qiao Xi: "..."
He was silent for a moment, and Yingcao ran over dragging her inexplicably gray dandelion, and stretched out her hand to Qiao Xi dejectedly.
"Sir, I'm sorry, the beep rolled too fast."
Qiao Xi was immediately startled by the gloomy atmosphere lingering behind her. Then she realized what she had said and shook her head: "Nothing."
He looked down at the fat baby in his arms who was pulling his hair, laughing and spitting bubbles. For a moment, he simply didn't know how to react.
After a long while, he turned around, looked at Sa Dou calmly and asked: "Let's not talk about painting for now - aren't there any monsters who are good at taking care of children?"
Sa Dou frowned and thought for a moment, but Yingcao's eyes suddenly lit up: "I know! Auntie!"
"???"
Qiao Xi looked at Yingcao in confusion, and after Yingcao's reminder, Sa Dou also remembered it, and explained to Qiao Xi: "It is a kind of monster that transformed into a mother who lost her child in the war. It is called
Guhuo Bird, because he lost his own child, is very concerned about other people's babies - whether they are human or monster."
Qiao Xi's eyes also lit up. He stood up excitedly and said, "Where is the nearest Guhuo Bird?"
Yingcao raised her hand and said, "Sir, do you still remember the place where you picked me up?"
Qiao Xi nodded while arranging the image of the dirty Dudu. Yingcao shook off all the dust on the dandelion, and a smile appeared on her face.
"There is a bird on the mountain going north from there."
Qiao Xi touched her chin and thought for a moment, then said, "It's very close to a human village."
"Well, because my aunt likes to take care of children who have been neglected by humans."
Qiao Xi was silent for a moment, then put Dudu into her shell without saying a word, then buckled the shell and tied it up, saying: "Very good, let's go! Find Guhuo Bird!"
Yingcao twitched the corner of her mouth as she watched Qiao Xi neatly force the struggling Dudu into the shell. She stopped talking for a while and couldn't help but said: "Sir, are you going to take Dudu away like this?
"
Qiao Xi's expression looked very calm. She looked at Yingcao and asked, "What if it's not?"
Depending on Dudu's liveliness and walking condition, it might take several years to release her and wait for her to be found!
Yingcao miraculously understood the meaning expressed in Qiao Xi's eyes, wiped the sweat from her forehead, blinked her eyes, volunteered to hold the big shell in her arms, and followed Qiao Xi step by step.
Qiao Xi walked a few steps and looked back again.
——Behind him, a thin and frail-looking little girl was holding a huge shell...