Soul Painter

The scroll in front of Gao Fan's eyes was gradually filled with color.

The previous three colors, or four colors, when the three souls were combined, took more than 10 days to paint, and some of them took a full 20 days to paint.

That's because, whether it's "Living Flame", or "Space Anchor", or "Fate Stone" and "Sand of Timing", to Gao Fan, they are all unknown great existences, and he has to learn from them. Mysterious, understand the spells offered to them, and gain their favor.

But the last color silver key is different.

All of Gao Fan’s mysterious knowledge, including those from the Elk Cat, from the Living Flame, from the Destiny Stone, and so on, some of which are imprinted with silver cleavage. In real terms, Gao Fan’s knowledge is as high as 67 points at this moment Mystery, half of it is indeed related to the silver key.

The silver key helps Gao Fan understand the world.

Otherwise, Gao Fan would have been crazy in the pollution of different great existences.

So, it's not that hard.

Gao Fan just hesitated for a moment, how to express the mystery of the silver key, he also hesitated for a moment, whether to incorporate his own soul model into this painting, after all, based on his understanding of the silver key The degree of familiarity, even if you draw a cat, it is no problem.

But if Gao Fan became the spiritual pillar of Dongying, what kind of experience would it be like? Will he become a god on earth? Will it be possible to change reality with the spirit? Will all the people of Japan involuntarily worship and bow down to Gao Fan when they see him?

These are all unknowns.

So, how much fun would that be~

As for the danger of investigators becoming a pillar, Silver Key must be worried~

So those hesitation and hesitation were really only for a moment, and then Gao Fan added his soul, in the color of the silver key, to this painting that was destined to be great.

'As the pillar of Dongying painting, the task is completed: 4/4. '

...

From late night to dawn. .

From the rumble of explosions outside the window to the sparse sounds of fighting and killing.

The scroll in front of Gao Fan's eyes was gradually filled.

In addition to the four characters, there are more layers of pure white color in the background, which permeates everything.

If an 80X60 oil painting can draw the entire Japanese territory of 370,000 square kilometers and a population of 126 million, then every inch of the canvas must be filled in, and it must be sufficient In order to ensure the influence of this pillar, there will be no distance in this world, and it will reach wherever it goes.

It's almost done.

Originally scheduled ten hours of creative time.

Because Gao Fan entered the 'cat-sucking state' again, he was greatly reduced.

After six hours, Gao Fan felt that it was almost finished.

This is his fastest and most precise creation. The colors and strokes on every millimeter of canvas are under his control. After 50 years of 'distortion', the expression is more perfect, and 'focus' may It has exceeded 40, allowing Gao Fan to grasp every little detail.

at this time.

boom!

The roof collapsed.

Wu Haoxue fell in in a panic.

Gao Fan's current attention is all on the painting in front of him, the house collapsed in front of his eyes, and his expression did not change at all.

Wu Haoxue said something to him.

Then climbed back again.

Gao Fan didn't hear clearly at all.

I didn't notice that there was an extra person in this room.

Gao Fan didn't notice that this troublesome little guy was an acquaintance until the crying little girl walked up to him.

"It's Sha Ji." Gao Fan casually said as he painted the last paint on the painting, "Why are you here? Where's your mother?"

Five-year-old Sha Ji was a kind-hearted person who once presented Gao Fan with a rice ball. She cared about the growth of the rebel army and worried about the great cause of Japan's resistance against demons.

"My mother hasn't come back yet...Maybe she's dead..." Sha Ji was at home alone, because his mother was working in the ballroom, so when the explosions and battles happened, it was not time to get off work, and when Wu Haoxue used the Picasso Arrow, when shooting a bunch of minions to death, found and retrieved her.

Speaking of this, Sha Ji almost cried.

But I just cried.

So there is no need to cry anymore.

And mother may not die.

If it dies, it will die with the nation and civilization of Japan, right?

Saji frowned thinking.

"What a pity." Gao Fan said.

This kind of comfort is too insincere... Sha Ji stared at Gao Fan: "Brother! Aren't you a rebel! What are you doing?"

"I'm drawing." 99% of Gao Fan's attention was on the painting in front of him, and the other 1% was chatting with the little girl.

"I see that your companions are all resisting demons and fighting! The big brother with white hair just now, although his old hair is about to fall out, is still fighting. What about you, at this time, you are painting What? You should go and defend our civilization together!" Sha Ji asked in a childish voice.

At this time, Gao Fan had already filled in the last stroke of color for the painting.

This is the last cherry blossom.

No snowflake in this world is the same.

And in the canvas in front of Gao Fan, no two cherry blossoms are the same.

Ultimate beauty lies in extreme complexity.

"Thank you." Gao Fan said softly to the black cat on his shoulder, "You helped me complete this miraculous work."

"You deserve it, my love..." The mystery disappeared on Gao Fan's shoulder.

The painting is done.

Pillar, is portrayed successfully.

Gao Fan's attention returned to reality, and he heard the little girl's questioning.

He thought for a while, and suddenly smiled. He knelt down and said to the little girl, "Because I am the civilization they are defending~"

ah? The little girl didn't understand.

At this time, Gao Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed it in mid-air.

Obviously it's indoors.

It's clearly not the season for the cherry blossoms to bloom.

But Gao Fan caught a piece of pure white cherry blossoms in his palm.

Looking at the cherry blossoms, the little girl fell into doubt. She touched the cherry blossoms with her fingers, and suddenly felt a kind of wonderful courage, transmitted from the petals. The courage was like a hot current, flowing in her chest and abdomen. During this time, she developed a great sense of fighting and desire to fight.

All the suppressed anger, all the hatred of her own powerlessness, all the despair caused by the encroachment of living space and living rights, all turned into flames of resistance at this moment, burning in her still young body.

"I'm going to kill minions!" The little girl grabbed a brick on the ground and was about to rush out.

"No, no, it's not time for you to fight yet." Gao Fan picked her up.

Then, with the cat on his shoulders and the little girl in his arms, the painter walked out of the house that had been destroyed by the war in the early morning of dawn, stood in the courtyard, facing the direction of the rising sun, and looked at the scene like falling snow. like falling cherry blossoms.

At that time, the falling cherry blossoms were like heavy snow, covering the entire Dongpu.

This 'snow' was so heavy that Gao Fan could only remember it in his later life.