Soul Painter

Lawrence secretly assisted Gao Fan to leave the hospital.

This matter was concealed from Xin Wei and convinced Anna.

After waiting to return to the villa on the banks of the Charles River, Gao Fan began to shut himself in the studio in the villa in the name of retreating to study the direction of new painting creation. Here, he will begin to analyze the fifth seat from the eternal devil. mark.

"Last time I was almost killed by Huo Yan, aren't you afraid now?"

Waiting for Gao Fan to shut himself in the studio, Gao Zhengdao appeared miraculously.

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

These threats and dangers are the hindrances of the Eternal Demon.

But as long as he overcomes these difficulties, Gao Fan will become stronger.

Therefore, it was dangerous, and it made him feel impatient.

Ten years ago, the experience of traveling in the Han Dynasty in the 1st century AD was so wonderful. When Gao Fan got the fifth coordinate, he was very eager to know what kind of mystery was hidden in it.

"As expected of me, a young master of death." Gao Zhengdao praised.

...

Inspiration rises.

This time when facing the "Tao Te Ching", Gao Fan's inspiration soared so smoothly and so comfortably, as if he had fallen into a mass of soft fluff, without the dirty feeling of soaking inspiration into a great existence before.

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

Immediately, Laozi appeared in his inspiration.

Lao Tzu was dressed in a plain robe and had a ruddy complexion, very much like the birthday boy 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 blows through the treetops, and the cow is lying on the stone, dozing in the shade of the tree, as if the cow is tired, and I am here Wait for it to rest.

Seeing Gao Fan appear, Lao Tzu was not surprised, he just asked with a smile, "Are you the painter?"

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

He felt the majestic mystery in Lao Tzu.

Only the Great Beings have this amount of mystery.

But Lao Tzu feels so friendly, 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 that you seem to be a low god, and you are not particularly powerful, but human beings can become great beings?"

This was indeed beyond Gao Fan's expectations.

The great Yisi race was 'upgraded' from an ordinary biological group to become a great existence race, Gao Fan knows this.

But Gao Fan thinks that human beings haven't reached that kind of clustered life form, right?

That was way ahead of its time.

Is this my individual ascension?

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

"I see...don't want it?"

He said no, but he was vigilant in his heart. Gao Fan first blew his whistle to summon a black panther, then snapped his fingers to summon a boxing champion, and clapped his hands to summon a veteran—he was for every mysterious creature, They all designed the summoning ceremony, but after thinking about it, they still gave up the summoning of boxing champions and veterans, which always felt a bit unpleasant.

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

"Just kidding." Lao Tzu laughed.

"Since you are a painter, let's start." Lao Tzu sat upright on the bluestone.

"Just... start?" Gao Fan was puzzled that this matter went so smoothly.

At this moment, the black panther was so curious that he came to the side of the green cow. The green cow let out a friendly "moo", and the black panther raised its tail vigilantly. It turned around a few times and then got down, as if it was sure that there was no danger.

Seeing this bull-and-a-leopard move, Gao Fan's mind became clear and humble. He had seen a lot of great beings, and Lao Tzu was just a low-ranking race. It was no big deal to be compared with the great Yisi.

Then, draw it.

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

This novel way of painting aroused Lao Tzu's interest, so he asked Gao Fan what it was, and Gao Fan casually introduced it as...well, it was a painting tool introduced from the West to the East about 2,500 years later.

Using this topic again, Gao Fan introduced the world map again. Although he is not clear about the current political forms and historical backgrounds of all countries in the world, there is the concept of an infinite world outside of China. Mr. Gao Fan It can be said clearly.

Lao Tzu and Gao Fan were chatting, Lao Tzu really knew how to chat, and Gao Fan kept talking, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

On the drawing board in front of him, there was actually a world map drawn.

Why?

Gao Fan was stunned.

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

Gao Fan looked at his hands, as if he didn't know them. He was clearly drawing Lao Tzu's face just now, how did he draw a world map?

"I'm sorry, I didn't draw it well, can I have another one?" Gao Fan apologized and asked me to sit back on the rock again.

"Okay, anyway, I'm fine." Lao Tzu was so easy to talk that he sat back.

"Where are you going?" Gao Fan tore off the drawing paper and restarted the drawing. In order to ease the embarrassment, he also took the initiative to provoke the topic.

"Go to Hangu Pass, and go west from there. There is a big country over there, and there is Buddhism in it. I will go and see if they have the real 'Tao'." Lao Tzu said.

"Tao? What is Tao?" Gao Fan asked.

"My way is to make me become...well, the great being you said." Lao Tzu said, "but it is said that the way of the Buddha is to make all people into great beings, so I want to see it."

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

He looked at the painting in front of him, and it was a monk with a bald head and a bald head, as if he looked like a Tathagata Buddha.

"Is this the Buddha?" Lao Tzu stood behind Gao Fan again, "It doesn't look very smart."

Hmm... Gao Fan frowned and tore up the picture of Tathagata Buddha, then looked at Lao Tzu again.

Lao Tzu nodded obediently: "Shall I sit back?"

"Excuse me." Gao Fan said, "Please, can you not talk when I'm painting?"

It must be because Lao Tzu is too good at babbling, there must be a mystery in him that can affect IQ with language.

All right. Lao Tzu nodded in disappointment, as if he wanted to chat with Gao Fan more.

So Gao Fan repainted the portrait of Lao Tzu in front of him in a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere, but he was suddenly a little dazed while painting. For painting, Gao Fan's initial talent was to concentrate, as long as he put himself into the process of painting, All that remained in his mind was line, color and structure.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that what he drew on the paper was only 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 also no contrast, light and dark, and high and low light. This is completely inexplicable graffiti.

"Hmm..." Lao Tzu stood behind Gao Fan for the third time, and he couldn't seem to find anything to comfort the lost painter, so he could only say, "It will be better next time."

Gao Fan frowned and stared at Lao Tzu, full of doubts, asked: "Why can't I draw your face?"

"Because you haven't fully seen my appearance." Lao Tzu said, "What do you see me?"

"one person?"

"Then you didn't see clearly."

...

"Ahhhh!"

Gao Fan rushed out of the studio again.

Run to the third floor terrace and yell at the Charles River.

Citizens and tourists wandering along the banks of the Charles River, when they saw Gao Fan, cheered the painter as if they had won a lottery, and finally saw one of Boston's famous landscapes, "The Painter's Cry".