Chapter 1940: Tempering the Mood
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After all, for this task, a thousand paintings need to be sold, and I don't know when they will be painted.
"Please wait a moment, the portrait will be ready soon."
Thinking of this, Qi Le immediately restrained his mind, and then put his eyes on the rice paper in front of him.
Painting, especially ink painting.
What is important is a combination of reality and reality.
The combination of realism and freehand brushwork reflects a sense of hierarchy, so as to achieve a profound and lifelike artistic conception.
But theory is theory, reality is reality.
No matter how well Qi Le understands the theory, he must be blind when it comes to practical operation.
Because the artistic conception is really something that can only be understood and cannot be expressed in words.
If you don't have enough mood, you don't have enough insight, and you want to draw a mood, it's just a dream.
But, leave aside the mood.
As far as Qi Le's control over his own power is concerned, there is no problem in simply drawing a picture according to his appearance.
It's just the effect of the painting, it looks a little rigid.
There is no charm at all.
"Okay, let's see if you're satisfied."
Qi Le quickly finished painting, then put down the brush and said to Qingpi.
"Hey, I didn't expect me to look so mighty, yes, the matchmaker should have nothing to say this time."
Qingpi looked at the portrait on the rice paper, touched the beard on his chin, and nodded with satisfaction.
No way, the level of appreciation of street gangsters is just that.
The artistic conception of ink painting, although Qi Le cannot draw it.
But in fact, even if it is drawn, the green skin in front of you cannot actually be seen.
"It's good to be satisfied, a painting is ten pennies."
Qi Le glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and then added up the information given in this trial before speaking.
Ten pennies for a painting, in fact, only a fee for the production cost.
After all, a good pen, ink, paper and inkstone are not cheap.
Although Qi Le is not using some high-end pen, ink, paper and inkstone...
But ten cents is not a big price.
Because in this role-play, all the consumables for painting need to be purchased by Qi Le himself.
So it is impossible for Qi Le to not charge.
Otherwise, when the rice paper in front of him is used up, Qi Le may be going to beg.
"Okay, for the sake of how powerful you have drawn Uncle Ben, this time Uncle Ben takes care of your business."
Qingpi picked up the portrait and shook it. After seeing that it was air-dried, he rolled it up.
Then he took out ten coins from his pocket and threw it on the table.
"The first order of business, completed."
Qi Le was in his heart, silently counting for himself.
The completion rate of the trial task, one thousandth.
"Thinking about it this way, the trial task this time doesn't seem to be difficult. Although it is time-consuming, it is much better than the previous trial tasks."
Looking at the back of Qingpi leaving, Qi Le thought to himself.
What's more, it's not a problem for Qi Le to waste time.
Patience is Qi Le's forte.
"Then go on."
After gaining confidence, Qi Le is more motivated.
The earlier the trial task is completed, the earlier the New Year's Eve special event can be started, and the earlier the New Year's Eve dinner can be eaten.
However, it turned out that Qi Le thought the problem was too simple.
Selling a thousand paintings means there will be a thousand buyers.
And among these thousand buyers, it is impossible for all of them to be people who have no appreciation level like Qingpi.
So as his painting-selling career continued, Qi Le gradually began to realize that his current painting skills were becoming less and less able to meet the needs of those buyers.
The painting skills are not enough, and the artistic conception is not obvious.
The painting is dull, without charm.
More and more problems were manifested one after another, making Qi Le feel a little overwhelmed.
At this time, Qi Le realized that it was his own mood that was disturbed.
The pen and ink are bright, which is the most to kill temperament, and it is also very capable of tempering the state of mind.
If the mind is not still, the pen is not still.
If the mood is unstable, the mood will not work.
"On the surface, it seems that it is simply selling paintings. Who knows that it is actually using these brushes and inks to temper the mood."
After Qi Le realized this, his heart suddenly calmed down.
A variety of perceptions came one after another.
The most important thing to improve your strength and improve your cultivation realm is your state of mind, you must keep up with it.
In this matter, even if you don't talk about the problem of inner demons, even if it is normal cultivation, if the state of mind cannot catch up with the realm of cultivation, then there will be a big problem.
The situation is lighter, but it is the backlash of strength and the serious injury.
If the situation is more serious, and you go straight to the devil, you will lose your mind.
Once you go crazy, let alone the question of whether you can save yourself or not.
Even if it is rescued, most of the hard work
The strength that has been cultivated in a lifetime is probably also abolished.
Therefore, Qi Le did not dare to ignore the issue of mood.
But to be honest, after realizing the joy of painting, Qi Le suddenly found that a thousand paintings had been painted before he knew it.
It was a wonderful feeling.
When I realize the artistic conception in each painting, I feel like I am the creator.
The world in the painting is presented under the brush, and the agglomeration of artistic conception changes with the change of mood.
Until the sound of no joy and no sorrow sounded.
"A thousand paintings have been sold, and this painting seller experience is complete."
"Is it finished? Time flies so fast."
When Qi Le heard this prompt sound, it really felt like a world away.
Fortunately, the task was completed, so Qi Le was only confused for a while and then woke up.
"Now that it's done, send me out."
As soon as the voice fell, Qi Le saw the scene in front of him begin to blur.
Soon, that simple runway appeared in front of Qi Le's eyes again, without any change.
The only difference is Qi Le's position, taking a step forward.
"This... doesn't it appear directly at the finish line? Why am I still on the track?"
Seeing this scene, Qi Le suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and then his eyes looked from under his feet all the way to the end.
The distance is not too far.
But if you simply measure it by the number of steps, it is definitely not close.
"No way... If I guess right, then this time, I really intend to kill me."
Qi Le couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, then tentatively took a step forward.
Sure enough, in the next second, Qi Le's consciousness began to blur, and everything in front of him began to spin.
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