Chapter 1940

after all, the task of this time needs to sell a whole thousand paintings. I don't know when to draw.

"Just a moment, please. The portrait will be ready soon."

Thinking of this, Qile immediately restrained his mind, and then put his eyes on the Xuan paper in front of him.

Painting, especially ink painting.

Pay attention to is a combination of virtual and real artistic conception.

The combination of realism and freehand brushwork reflects a sense of hierarchy to achieve a far-reaching and lifelike artistic conception.

However, theory is theory and practice is reality.

Even if Qi Le understood the theory more clearly, but when it came to the practical operation, he must be blind.

Because artistic conception is something that can only be understood and can't be expressed.

If the mood is not enough, the perception is not enough, want to draw the artistic conception, it is simply a dream.

It's just that we don't talk about artistic conception.

In terms of Qi Le's control of his own power, it is no problem to simply draw a picture according to the appearance.

Some of them are just rigid.

No charm at all.

"Well, you can see if you are satisfied."

Qi Le soon finished drawing, then put down his brush and said to Qingpi.

"Hey, I didn't expect that I was so powerful. It's good. The matchmaker should have nothing to say now."

Qingpi looked at the picture on rice paper, touched his beard on his chin, and nodded with satisfaction.

No way, the appreciation level of street thugs is just like that.

The artistic conception of ink and wash painting, though Qi Le can't draw it.

But in fact, even if it was painted, the green skin in front of me could not be seen.

"Satisfaction is good. A painting is ten Wen."

Qi Le took a look at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and then according to the information given in this trial, he added up.

Ten Wen for a painting, in fact, it's just a production fee.

After all, good brush, ink, paper and inkstone are not cheap.

Although Qi Le is using now, it is not a high-grade brush, ink, paper and inkstone

But ten Wen is not a big price.

Because in this role play, all the supplies for painting need to be purchased by Qile.

So Qile can't be free of charge.

Otherwise, after the rice paper in front of her is used up, Qi Le may go to beg.

"Well, for the sake of your painting me so forcefully, I will take care of your business this time."

Qingpi picked up the portrait and shook it. It looked like it was dried and then rolled up.

Then he took ten Wen from his arms and threw it on the table.

"First deal, done."

Qi Le in the heart, silently count for themselves.

Test task completion, 1 in 1000.

"So it seems that this trial task is not difficult. Although it is time-consuming, it is much better than the previous ones."

Looking at the back of Qingpi's departure, Qi Le thought of it in his heart.

What's more, wasting time is not a matter for Qile.

Patience is such a thing, which is Qile's strong point.

"Then go on."

With confidence, Qile's energy will be more sufficient.

If you finish the trial task early, you can start the special activities on New Year's Eve and have dinner earlier.

However, it turns out that Qile still takes the problem too simply.

Selling a thousand paintings means there will be a thousand buyers.

Among these 1000 buyers, it is impossible for all of them to be green skin people who have no appreciation level.

Therefore, with the continuation of his painting career, Qile gradually began to find that his current painting skills could not meet the needs of those buyers.

Painting skills are not enough, artistic conception is not obvious.

The painting is dull and has no charm.

More and more problems have been reflected one by one, which makes Qile a little confused.

At this time, Qi Le found that it was his own mood disorder.

It's the best way to temper your mind.

The mind is not still.

If the mood is unstable, the artistic conception will not come out.

"On the surface, it seems that it is simple to sell paintings. But who knows that it is the use of these paintings to temper the mood."

After Qi Le realized this matter, his heart suddenly became quiet.

A variety of insights, also followed.The most important thing is the state of mind. We must keep up with it.

In this matter, even if we don't talk about the problem of mind demons, even if it's the usual practice, if the state of mind can't catch up with the cultivation realm, it's going to be a big event.

The situation is a little lighter, but the strength of the bite, seriously injured.

If the situation is more serious, directly into the devil, that can be out of reason.

Once you are possessed by the devil, let alone whether you can save or not.

Even if it is saved, I am afraid that the strength that has been cultivated for the most part of my life will be wasted.

Therefore, Qi Le did not dare to neglect the issue of state of mind.

But to be honest, when he realized the pleasure of painting, Qi Le suddenly found that a thousand paintings had already been finished before he knew it.

It was a wonderful feeling.

Understanding the artistic conception of each painting is like being the creator.

The world inside the painting is presented under the brush. The cohesion of artistic conception changes with the change of mood.

Until the sound of no joy or sorrow.

"One thousand copies of paintings have been sold, and the experience of the seller has been completed."

"Has it been done? Time flies."

When Qi Le heard the sound, he really felt as if he had passed away.

But fortunately, the task was completed, so Qile was just confused for a while, and then sobered up.

"Now that it's done, send me out."

As soon as the voice dropped, Qi Le saw the scene in front of him began to become virtual.

Soon, that simple runway, will appear again in front of Qile, there is no change.

The only difference is that Qile's position is a step forward.

"This Isn't it directly at the end? Why am I still on the track? "

Seeing this scene, Qi Le's heart suddenly appeared a trace of bad premonition, and then his eyes from his feet, all the way to the end.

The distance is not far.

But if we measure it by steps, it's not close at all.

"No way If I guess right, this time, I really intend to kill me

Qi Le couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and then tentatively collapsed a step forward.

Sure enough, in the next second, Qi Le's consciousness began to blur, and everything in front of her began to whirl around.