Soul Painter

Lawrence secretly assisted Gao Fan to leave the hospital.

　　 Xin Wei was concealed about this, and Anna was persuaded.

After waiting to return to the villa on the Charles River, Gao Fan began to shut himself in the studio in the villa under the name of retreat to study the direction of new paintings. Here, he will begin to analyze the fifth seat from the eternal demon. Mark.

　　 "I was almost killed by Living Flame last time, are you not afraid now?"

　　 Waiting for Gao Fan to shut himself in the studio, Gao Zhengdao appeared in a miraculous way.

　　 "Fear, why not be afraid." Gao Fan said, "But the more you are afraid, the more you can't back down, otherwise you will lose to Wang Shiluo?"

　　 These threats and dangers are the obstacles of eternal demons.

　　 But as long as these difficulties are overcome, Gao Fan will be stronger.

　　 Therefore, it was dangerous and made him feel impatient.

　　 Ten years ago, the experience of traveling in the Han Dynasty in the first century AD was so wonderful. When Gao Fan got the fifth coordinate, he was very eager to know what mystery was hidden in it.

　　 "As expected, it is me, a little expert." Gao Zhengdao admired.

　　...

　　 Inspiration rises.

　　 This time when facing "Tao De Jing", Gao Fan's inspiration rose so smoothly and so comfortably, as if he was caught in a group of soft silk, without the greasy feeling of immersing his inspiration into a great existence before.

　　 This even made Gao Fan wonder if it was a trap.

　　 Then, Lao Tzu appeared in his inspiration.

　　 Lao Tzu is dressed in a plain robe, with a ruddy complexion, very much like the birthday star in a New Year painting.

　　He was sitting on a bluestone with a cow beside him.

Looking around, there is a field of green seedlings, the sky is clear, the sun is bright and warm, the breeze is passing the treetops, and the cow is lying next to the stone, dozing off in the shade, as if the cow is tired, Lao Tzu is here Waiting for it to rest.

　　 Seeing Gao Fan appeared, I was not surprised, but smiled and asked, "Are you a painter?"

　　 "Is it... right?" Gao Fan looked at the saint in front of him, "Are you... a great being?"

　　 He felt the majestic mystery in Lao Tzu.

　　 Only great beings have such a mystery.

　　 But Lao Tzu feels so kind, not at all chaotic and aggressive like other great beings.

　　 This can't help but make Gao Fan very confused.

　　 "What is a great existence?" Lao Tzu asked.

　　 "It's a god." Gao Fan said, "I see you seem to be a lower god, not particularly powerful, but human beings can become great beings?"

　　 This is indeed beyond Gao Fan's expectation.

　　 The great Iss race was ‘upgraded’ from the ordinary biological race to a great existence race, this nobleman knows.

　　 But Gao Fan thinks that human beings have not yet reached that kind of cluster life form, right?

　　 That's too far ahead.

　　Is this an individual ascension?

　　 After listening to Gao Fan's explanation, Lao Tzu suddenly said, "You mean, I should beat you to show that I am a great being?"

　　 "I see... no more, right?"

He said no, but he was wary. Gao Fan first blew his whistle and summoned the black panther, then he wanted to snap his fingers to summon the champion, and he also wanted to clap his hands and summon veterans. I designed the summoning ceremony, but after thinking about it, I still gave up the summoning of boxing champions and veterans, always feeling a bit horrible.

　　 After all, Lao Tzu only has a cow, and Gao Fan now has a leopard. This is called symmetry, otherwise the picture will be out of balance.

　　 "Just kidding." I laughed.

　　 "Since you are a painter, let's start." Laozi sat upright on the blue stone.

　　 "Just...begin?" Gao Fan wondered how smooth this matter was.

At this time, the black panther was so curious that he leaned close to the blue bull. The blue bull made a friendly "moo". The black panther raised his tail vigilantly, but the blue bull was really not hostile. It looked very simple and the black panthers surrounded it. It turned a few times and then got down, seemingly certain that there was no danger. Valley

　　Looking at the action of this bull and leopard, Gao Fan's mind was also clear and humble. He has seen a lot of great existences. Lao Tzu is just a low-level race, alongside the great Iss, and there is nothing remarkable.

　　 Then, let's draw.

　　 Gao Fan reached out and took out the drawing board and paintbrush from the Boston Inspiration City.

　　 This novel painting method attracted Lao Tzu's interest, so he asked Gao Fan what it was, and Gao Fan casually introduced it. Well, probably two thousand five hundred years later, it was a painting tool that was introduced from the West to the East.

After this, Gao Fan introduced the world map again. Although it is not clear what the political formation and historical background of all countries in the world are at present, there is also the concept of an infinite world outside China. It can be said clearly.

　　 I was chatting with Gao Fan, I really know how to chat, so Gao Fan kept talking, and when he was talking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

　　 drew a map of the world on the drawing board in front of him.

Hey?

　　 Gao Fan was stunned.

　　 At this time, Lao Tzu walked behind Gao Fan, looked at the world map that Gao Fan drew, and said with emotion: "The world is beyond imagination."

　　 Gao Fan looked at his hands as if he didn't recognize them. He was clearly painting Lao Tzu's face just now. How did he draw a map of the world?

　　 "Excuse me, I didn't paint it well, can I have another one?" Gao Fan was sorry to ask Lao Tzu to sit back on the rock again.

　　 "Okay, I'm fine anyway." Lao Tzu spoke very well and sat back.

　　 "Where are you going?" Gao Fan tore off the drawing paper and started painting again. In order to alleviate the embarrassment, he took the initiative to stir up the topic.

　　 "Go to Hangu Pass and go further west from there. There is a great country with Buddhism in it. I will see if they have a real ‘Tao’." Lao Tzu said.

　　 "Tao? What is Tao?" Gao Fan asked.

　　 "My way is to make me... well, the great being you said." Lao Tzu said, "but it is said that the way of the Buddha makes all the world's people a great being, so I want to see it."

　　 "Really...?" Gao Fan was taken aback again.

　　 He looked at the painting in front of him. It was a bald monk with a bag full of bags, as if he was a Buddha.

　　 "Is this the Buddha?" Lao Tzu stood behind Gao Fan again, "Looking at the person who is not very clever."

　　 Hmm... Gao Fan frowned and tore this Tathagata Buddha painting to pieces, and looked at Lao Tzu again.

　　 I nodded obediently: "Sit back again?"

　　 "Excuse me." Gao Fan said, "Please, when I paint, can you stop talking?"

　　 must be because Lao Tzu is too able to talk, he must have a mystery that can affect IQ with words.

Ok. Laozi nodded in disappointment, as if he wanted to chat more with Gao Fan. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

So Gao Fan repainted the portrait of Lao Tzu before him in a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere, but when he was painting, he suddenly felt a little in a daze. For painting, Gao Fan’s initial talent was concentration. As long as he devoted himself to the process of painting, Only lines, colors and structure are left in his mind.

　　 But at this moment, he suddenly realized that all he had painted on paper were lines, colors, and structures.

A large number of meaningless lines seem to want to form an outline, but in the end they are not formed, they are just piled up in a mess, and the structure, the structure is extremely bad, Gao Fan has never painted such a bad structure, there is no sense of space, no sense of hierarchy, There is no contrast, light and dark, and high and low light, which is completely inexplicable graffiti.

　　 "Hmm..." Laozi stood behind Gao Fan for the third time. He didn't seem to find any words to comfort the lost painter. He could only say, "It will be better next time."

　　 Gao Fan frowned and stared at Lao Tzu, and asked doubtfully: "Why can't I draw your look?"

　　 "Because you didn't fully see my appearance." Lao Tzu said, "What are you looking at me?"

"one person?"

　　 "Then you didn't see clearly."

　　...

　　 "Ahhhhh!"

　　 Gao Fan rushed out of the studio again.

　　 ran to the third floor terrace and yelled at the Charles River.

　　 The citizens and tourists walking along the Charles River, when they saw Gao Fan, cheered him as if they had won a big prize, and finally saw one of Boston’s famous landscapes, "The Painter's Cry".