C360 Paint God

Jun Hao was still drawing the little pavilion from three months ago.

This time, he observed for a long time, which made Chen Fengxiao a little confused. Logically speaking, Jun Hao should already be extremely familiar with this little pavilion, so he shouldn't need to pay attention to it anymore.

At this time, a trace of light suddenly flashed across Jun Hao's eyes. His arm, which had not held the brush for a long time, actually trembled a little.

Very quickly, Jun Hao drew the first stroke, it was an extremely thick line, a red patch, without any sort of beauty.

Seeing that, Chen Fengxiao frowned, what was going on, why was she drawing like that, and seeing Jun Hao's serious face, Chen Fengxiao did not disturb him, and quietly observed Jun Hao drawing.

At this time, Jun Hao raised his hand! On the paper, it moved like a moving snake. Rough lines appeared on the paper, and soon, the shape of a building appeared on the paper, but it looked a bit rough.

Seeing that, Jun Hao frowned, and in the next moment, he gently took out his brush and started drawing on the paper.

Just then, Jun Hao put down the brush, a look of joy hiding in his eyes, this time, he had directly forgotten half of the drawing technique his father had taught him, and he had even lost a bit of his original muscle memory from the injury on his arm last time, believing that as long as he had enough time, he would forget about his father's drawing method sooner or later!

This child's retreat was just too obvious. Last time, it was even 90% similar, but this time, it was actually less than 50%, but what surprised Chen Fengxiao was that he was able to recognize that this painting was her own little pavilion with a single glance. Even though it looked ugly, this painting seemed to have many things he could not understand, causing this painting to look extremely coordinated.

However, Chen Fengxiao believed that she must have been preconceived because she was far too familiar with this building.

In the next moment, Chen Fengxiao looked at Jun Hao and said coldly: Jun Hao, you have not painted for three months, and I am not satisfied with your performance, but your hand is injured, I can understand, but during this period of time, you have to practice drawing here, and do not go out and mess around!

Hearing that, Jun Hao nodded his head, he had wanted to try more to form his own brushwork, and Chen Fengxiao's words made sense, thus Jun Hao agreed!

Seeing this, Chen Fengxiao frowned. After looking for a long time, she then said: "Child, your condition today is not very good, you should rest well first and draw tomorrow!"

Hearing that, Jun Hao did not explain anymore, and nodded to Chen Fengxiao before putting away the drawing.

He did not tell Chen Fengxiao that he already had a new understanding towards painting, and that was — drawing a god first!

The so-called god was the charm of a painting, which was also the overall aura of the entire picture. In his opinion, before drawing, one had to first appreciate its "charm" or "godlike", then look at its writing taste, coloring, and calligraphy power. And finally, he looked at the shape of the painting. It was the shape of the painting!

Appearance is only the "phenomenon" of a painting, while spirit is the "essence" of a painting. This was his understanding. Today, he had spent most of his effort on the painting, so even though it looked a bit out of shape, it was still perfectly coordinated.

In order to create a god-like painting, he would have to expend a lot of energy and concentration. Regardless of whether it was observing or writing, he would need to focus all of his attention.

However, he was extremely excited in his heart because he had found his next destination. When he completely forgot about his father's drawing technique, he would step onto a new height!

That night, Jun Hao once again dreamed that the peerless beauty in his dreams was fighting against a gigantic demon beast, and the moment the demon beast appeared, he was once again awoken!

His eyes began to gradually reveal a look of infatuation as he inwardly sighed, "Such a peerless woman can only appear in my dreams, right?"

In the next half year, Jun Hao suddenly became crazy and started to draw desperately. Whether it was day or night, as long as he did not sleep, he would repeatedly ponder and paint.

Chen Fengxiao saw all of this, but what made his heart ache was that Jun Hao's drawing was actually regressing every day, the more she drew, the rougher it got, and the more she drew, the more it twisted, causing him to feel pain in his heart, but at the same time, be unable to understand what was happening.

Just what had happened to Jun Hao? Why did his talent in painting seem to disappear right after he started drawing the items in reality? No matter how hard he tried, his talent in painting had always been declining.

Yes, he saw all of Jun Hao's hard work in this half a year, and it was even harder than his efforts back then!

As a result, even though Jun Hao had been declining, he never blamed him for it. Instead, he taught Jun Hao more and more information.

But what made him even more heartbroken was, no matter how deep his lecture was, in at most three days, Jun Hao had already forgotten everything!

In the end, he even began to persuade Jun Hao to give up on drawing and to learn things that he liked!

However, Jun Hao's persistence in drawing far exceeded his imagination, and no matter how he tried to persuade his, Jun Hao continued to draw.

Seeing that, Chen Fengxiao sighed helplessly and turned to leave.

Very quickly, another three months had passed. At this point in time, the drawing that Jun Hao had done had already completely broken away from the technique that Chen Fengxiao had taught him.

It could be said that the first set of paintings of his own was born on this day!

On this day, he picked up the painting with a happy smile on his face. Although this painting looked inferior to what he had done more than ten years ago, it all belonged to him and he had not borrowed anyone's brushwork!

And on this piece of paper, although it was drawn crookedly, one could still clearly recognize that this was his Chen Residence's fake mountain!

This was because no matter how crude the painting was, it was now filled with spirit!

However, from Chen Fengxiao's perspective, her son's painting aspect had already reached the end, and this news had somehow spread out, causing countless people to laugh.

"Hey, have you heard? The son of the Eight Great Scholars, Chen Fengxiao, has been having trouble drawing art these days. The drawing skills are not even comparable to that of an ordinary person! "

"That's right, what's that drawing? It's not round, it's not flat, it's simply drawing randomly!"

"Sigh, I thought he was a genius at only seventeen, and his skill level almost caught up to his father's. I never thought that he'd become a mediocre person now!"

"I heard that it's because his hand was severely injured three months ago, that's why it has become like this!"

Hearing this, everyone lamented.

As for Da Kui and Ji Yanzhi, who were the leaders before, they were now feeling incomparably guilty in their hearts!