Master of Marvel World

Although he said that he should feel it well, but Shen He also didn't know what to do.

If it was Joan of Arc, at this time, he would already be dragging him around from store to store in high spirits.

But if the formula.

In the past, even when she was shopping, she mostly just followed him aimlessly and listlessly.

"what is that?"

Shi suddenly pulled Shen He's hand and pointed to a stall.

"It should be a stone carving." Shen He looked in the direction she pointed, "He is a very powerful sculptor."

The old man at the stall seemed to have gray hair, but his hand holding the carving knife was very steady, and his expression was focused. A lifelike statue of a young girl was slowly taking shape under his palm.

And there are many statues on the stalls, all kinds of statues, among which the statues of people are the most.

Even Shen He, a layman, can tell that each of these statues is completely natural, with real details and pleasing to the eye.

Sky City has really gathered many powerful characters in various aspects.

Besides, the painter next to the sculptor attracted Shen He's attention even more.

Because when the other party was painting, his eyes were on himself and others.

"Go and see that man's painting."

Shen He became interested, maybe what he painted was himself and others.

"It's an oil painting." Shih glanced at it, but lost interest. "Oil paintings are about realism. I never understood. There are already photos, so what's the point of painting a painting like a photo?"

"Oh..." Shen He was a little surprised, "I think it's amazing."

What surprised him even more was that the two ceremonies seemed very interested in the statue.

"The carving is also very powerful."

Shi directly pulled Shen He to trot towards the sculptor.

The old man who was sculpting didn't seem to notice their arrival, his eyes were only focused on his hand, and with the flying of the knife, the girl's face was formed little by little, only then did Shen He realize that the person sculpted by the other party turned out to be Violet.

On the jade-like white stone, there is a New Year's padded jacket with clear lines, two clusters of hair combed on the head, coupled with exquisite facial features like dolls, the carved Violet is lifelike, full of surprise, let People want to take it home and treasure it after seeing it.

Speaking of which, isn't this a hand-made thing?

Shen He's complexion became a little strange, and he had already made up his mind to pay attention.

I haven't bought a Violet figurine before, and it's not bad to collect one now.

Finally, the sculptor finished the last stroke, let out a long breath, and handed the white jade carving in his hand to Shen He. It seems that he didn't pay attention to his surroundings at all.

"My lord, this is my New Year's gift to you."

"Thank you." Shen He didn't refuse, and reached out to take it.

Violet in her arms couldn't help turning her head to look at the white jade sculpture. The blue pupils covered with golden eyelashes seemed to be shining with the light from the bottom of the sea. It was just such a comparison. The statue, which was originally a work of art, was stunning in Violet's eyes. Lite's face was also overshadowed.

"This is one of the best works I have carved, but it is a failure." The old man in front of him couldn't help sighing.

"Why did you fail?" Shen He was a little puzzled.

He likes it very much, and has decided to put it next to the bed when he goes back.

"Statues, especially statues of people, should show a sense of beauty that humans don't have." The old sculptor shook his head, "But this work has been compared with real people. Please allow me to describe it this way. The girl beside you is God's own hand." A flawless work of sculpture, no mortal could have created such a moving aesthetic."

"Hahaha." Shen He laughed happily.

Even though the other party was somewhat flattering, he could naturally tell that this sentence was from the old artist's heart.

Violet raised her head slightly and looked at her Master. Although she couldn't understand why the Master was happy, her bright and alluring red lips curved into a crescent-like smile, even with a milky white smile. His skin was covered with cherry-colored crimson.

"That's it, that's it!"

The old painter next to him suddenly became excited, raised his pen and continued to sketch on the drawing board.

It seems that after today, I can have another portrait in front of my desk.

Shen He was quite satisfied.

But the two ceremonies didn't care about the behavior of the painter, her eyes just stared at the sculptor in front of her, to be precise, she stared at the fine knife in the sculptor's hand.

"Ma'am." The sculptor noticed the eyes of the two ceremonies, and picked up another piece of material from the ground, "If you allow me, I hope to carve one for you."

"This knife." The two rituals interrupted each other a little impolitely, "Is it okay to use a dagger?"

"Dagger?" The old sculptor didn't expect that the two ceremonies would ask such a question.

Immediately, I didn't know what to say.

Why use a dagger when there is a special carving knife.

Daggers are difficult to control, and there are many fine lines that are difficult to form. This is a common sense problem that laymen understand.

"Forget it, I'll try it myself."

Shijian didn't respond, so he simply took a piece of material from the ground, then drilled a dagger out of his cuff, and began to cut it.

She had never seen carving before, and she didn't know that the knife used to kill people could also make such beautiful and lovely works of art.

This is why Shiki is now interested in sculpture.

The old sculptor in front of him stared at the movements of the two rituals, and suddenly realized that his common sense might need to be changed, because the dagger was reversing in the palm of the two rituals, and it was extremely flexible, but more importantly, the lines carved out were completely flawless. According to the traces that the dagger should leave, even in many cases, the sharp blade just approached, leaving a clear knife mark.

Although the technique of carving is still rough, the technique of using the knife is already a master.

Shen He watched the gesture with great interest.

He didn't care if he could be carved with a dagger, but Shiki seemed to be seeing such a thing as a practice for the Mighty Eye.

That's right, Shiki has already opened the Devil's Eye of Death.

Such a small and fragile thing has dead threads almost everywhere, as long as it is slightly touched, the whole material will be completely broken.

puff!

Just as Shen He was thinking, there was a sound like flour falling, and the materials on Shikishou turned into dust and scattered.

"Well"

There was no disappointment on Shi Shi's face, and she immediately picked up another piece.

"Go back and try again." Shen He held her palm with a wry smile, "Now is not the time to do these things."

The "." style hesitated, but still nodded, "En."

Most of the time, she just does whatever she wants, but if it's Shen He who stops her, that's a different story.

"Let's go and see the portrait."

Shen He excitedly walked behind the painter.

As expected, the one drawn by the other party was none other than Violet.

But not her New Year's dress look.

Instead, she was wearing a lavender European-style princess dress, which perfectly set off her slender body. The background seemed to be in a forest covered with maple leaves, because there were a few maple leaves flying around the girl, Violet in the painting seemed to be Looking up at the sky in confusion or yearning, and that smile... that smile!

Shen He's heart was pounding.

Although I have just seen Violet's smile with my own eyes, that smile seems to come alive in this painting at this time, deeply attracting everyone's attention and entering the painting. Everyone's heart.

Even the painter was very excited, carefully doing the final repair steps.

He had a premonition that his painting was likely to be passed down through the ages. If the sculptor's creation was an attempt to replicate the beauty of Violet, then he was recording and using his life's painting skills to set off and highlight this God. Aesthetics that can only be created!

"this painting"

Even the two rituals have to admit that their understanding of oil painting is too superficial.

But she couldn't help but look at Shen He.

This guy really likes Violet a lot.

"Hey, Shen He." A question seemed to flash through his mind for a moment, and Shiki asked directly, "Do you like Violet the same as you like me?"

"Um?"

Shen He turned his head, his face was still a little dazed, but he quickly understood the meaning of Shi's question.

Not jealous, just curious.

"It must be different if it's different." Shen He shook his head, and he continued to look at the portrait in front of him, and said to him through the communication channel in his mind, "I am a person who is obsessed with virtual things, even if I know that some beautiful things are False, but will yearn for and cherish even more. I think, the emotion for Violet also comes from this. Her beauty and her trust in me are so beautiful that I feel unreal. How could I Don't like her."

Shen He himself had already noticed this point.

The older Violet grew, the more she seemed like a treasure he cherished.

Together with her bond, it will become his most important wealth.

"It turned out to be like this"

Shiki looked at the portrait, then at Violet.

For Violet, being cherished as Shen He's property is probably the happiest thing.

Speaking of which, it may be because of this reason that I get close to Violet. Like her past self, she has no "self". Especially because her "self" has been completely filled by Shen He.

"finished!"

The painter threw down his paintbrush excitedly, and danced with excitement as he looked at his work.

At this time, many people have gathered around.

They all looked at this beautiful portrait in amazement. The person who created it was originally one of the most outstanding painters in the world. It can be imagined that this is another world treasure like "Mona Lisa's smile".

But no one would move the mind to collect or buy it.

Because Shen He is here.

"How do I save it?"

Shen He has already notified the security guards of the robots patrolling and maintaining order in Sky City to come over.

"After it is completely dry, put it in a sterile room to wipe off the dust layer, and then apply two thin layers of natural beeswax pre-dissolved in turpentine on the back of the canvas, which can completely prevent the damage caused by the immersion of humid air." The painter is reluctant to part Looking at his most outstanding work in this world, he cautiously told Shen He how to preserve it.

Violet stood beside Shen He in a dazed way, and she was probably the only one here who didn't quite understand her own beauty.

"Please ask the master to draw another one, and I will buy it at a high price."

"I am a director of Brewer's company, and I hope to be friends with the master."

"Today, the hotel below will hold a banquet, and I invite the master to honor it."

"Grandmaster."

Many people around are powerful and rich people on the ground, and they all have a desire to collect more or less. Naturally, they will not ask for the original work, but if it is a fake drawn by the same author, it is also very art collection. value.

Even if the artist no longer paints counterfeit works in order to ensure the value of the original works, his name will be permanently left behind with that painting, and the value of other works will also rise with the tide, and most of the so-called works of art are like this.

However, these people are doomed to be disappointed.

Because the figure of Semiramis emerged.

"The painting is good." The empress rarely praised others, and then ordered in an unquestionable tone, "From today on, you are the lonely royal painter, and the lonely one wants a portrait that can be passed down through the ages."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The painter showed a very grateful expression.

Although the empress' words sound too domineering, Sky City is not a feudal society, and the so-called imperial painter is more about status and honor.

What an artist, especially an artist who has reached his level, is not looking for wealth at all, but a "name".

Every artist hopes that he can remain in history like Da Vinci and be remembered forever by the entire human civilization.

"Master, it's almost time." Semiramis did not lock up the others, but walked up to Shen He, stretched out his hand and hugged his arm affectionately, and said with a charming smile, "If we go shopping, we will go shopping tomorrow." Okay, the next show, if you miss it, there will be no more."

"So fast?"

Shen He looked up and found that the sky had indeed darkened.

Originally, he came back late, and Sky City has been moving.

"Okay." Shen He glanced at the two rituals and saw that she had no objection, so he nodded, "Then let's go."

He is also looking forward to the program that Semiramis said.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Semiramis did not drag him to the palace in the center of the sky garden, but walked leisurely in the other direction with his arms around him like an intimate couple.

"Master, this is called Kazoo flute, it existed in the era of Gu, do you want Gu to play it for you?"

"Is this tequila rhine wine one of the most expensive wines of our time? I want it. What? Master, it doesn't matter if it's good or not. What I enjoy is the luxurious taste."

"Diamonds can't compare to Gu's beauty, is this necklace suitable for Gu, master?"

"This, and these, are all sent to the palace."

In less than half an hour, Shen He seems as long as half a century has passed. Although he is soft and fragrant, he must restrain the temptation brought by the empress' indifferent physical contact while trying to comfort him Shiki who stole something important and wanted to kill someone, while taking care of Violet who was so clingy today for some reason, felt exhausted even with his physical strength, as if he had been drained.