Chapter 1940: : Temper the mood

After all, for this task, a thousand paintings need to be sold, and I don't know when it will be done.
"Please wait a moment, the portrait will be ready soon."
Thinking of this, Qi Le immediately condensed his mind, then put his eyes on the rice paper in front of him.
Painting, especially ink painting.
What is exquisite is an artistic conception that combines reality and fiction.
The combination of realism and freehand brushwork reflects a sense of hierarchy to achieve a profound and lifelike mood.
However, theory is theory, and reality is reality.
Even if Qi Le understands the theory more clearly, once he reaches the actual operation, he must be blind.
Because the mood is really something that can only be understood and cannot be explained.
If the mood is not enough, the feeling is not enough, and if you want to draw the mood, it is simply a dream.
Just put aside the artistic conception.
In terms of Qi Le's control over his own power, it is not a problem to simply draw a picture in the same way.
It's the effect of the painting, it looks a little rigid.
There is no charm at all.
"Okay, you are not satisfied with it."
Qi Le finished the drawing soon, then put down the brush and said with Qingpi.
"Hey, I didn't expect me to look so mighty, yes, this matchmaker should have nothing to say."
Qingpi looked at the portrait on the rice paper, touched the beard on his chin, and nodded very satisfied.
No way, the level of appreciation of street gangsters is that.
Although Qi Le can't paint the artistic conception of ink painting.
But in fact, even if it is drawn, the blue skin in front of you is actually invisible.
"Satisfaction is good, a painting is ten cents."
Qi Le glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and then summed up the information given in this trial before speaking.
Shiwenqian for a painting is actually just a cost.
After all, good pen, ink, paper and inkstone are not cheap.
Although what Qi Le uses now is not high-end pen, ink, paper and inkstone...
But ten cents is not a big price.
Because in this role-playing, all the consumables for painting need to be bought by Qi Le.
So it is impossible for Qi Le to not charge.
Otherwise, after the rice paper in front of him is used up, Qi Le may be begging.
"Well, for the reason that you painted this uncle so mighty, this time even this uncle takes care of your business."
Qingpi picked up the portrait and shook it. After seeing it dried, he rolled it up.
Then he took out ten yuan from his arms and threw it on the table.
"The first business, complete."
Qi Le was in her heart, silently counting for herself.
The completion of the trial task, one in a thousand.
"Thinking about it this time, the trial task this time doesn't seem to be difficult. Although it takes more time, it is much better than the previous trial tasks."
Looking at the back of Qingpi leaving, Qi Le thought in his heart.
Not to mention the time-consuming things, for Qi Le, it is not a problem at all.
Patience is such a thing as Qi Le's strength.
"Then go ahead."
After gaining confidence, Qi Le's enthusiasm is even stronger.
If you complete the trial task earlier, you can start the New Year's Eve special event earlier, and you can eat the New Year's Eve dinner earlier.
However, it turns out that Qi Le still thinks the problem too simple.
Selling a thousand paintings means that there will be a thousand buyers.
Among these thousand buyers, it is impossible that all of them are people who have no appreciation level like Qingpi.
So as the career of selling paintings continued, Qi Le gradually began to realize that his current painting skills were increasingly unable to meet the needs of those buyers.
The painting skills are not enough and the artistic conception is not obvious.
The painting is dull and without charm.
More and more questions came out one after another, which made Qi Le a little bit overwhelmed.
At this time, Qi Le realized that he was in a state of confusion.
The pen and ink is the most exhausting, and it is also very capable of tempering the mood.
If the heart is not quiet, the pen will not be quiet.
If the mood is unstable, the mood will not come out.
"On the surface, it seems to be a simple selling of paintings. Who knows that inside is actually using these pens to temper the mood."
After Qi Le realized this, his heart suddenly became quiet.
All kinds of insights also followed.
The most important thing to improve your strength and promote to the realm of cultivation is the state of mind, which must be kept up.
Regarding this matter, even if you don't talk about the problem of the inner demon, even if it is a normal cultivation, if the state of mind cannot keep up with the realm of cultivation, then it will cause serious problems.
The lighter situation is just a backlash and serious injuries.
If the situation is heavier, and if you just get into trouble, you will lose your mind.
Once you get into trouble, let alone the question of whether you can save yourself.
Even if it is rescued, the strength that has been cultivated for most of his life will probably be lost.
Therefore, Qi Le did not dare to neglect when it came to the question of state of mind.
But to be honest, after experiencing the joy of painting, Qi Le suddenly discovered that a thousand paintings seemed to have been painted unconsciously.
It is a very strange feeling.
Comprehend the artistic conception in each painting, as if you were the creator.
The world in the painting is presented under the brush, and the cohesion of the artistic conception changes with the change of mood.
Until the reminder sounded without joy or sadness.
"The sale of a thousand paintings is complete, and the experience of selling paintings is complete."
"Is it done? Time flies so fast."
When Qi Le heard this prompt sound, it really felt like a world away.
But fortunately, the task was completed, so Qi Le was only confused for a while before he came to his senses.
"Now that it's done, send me out."
As soon as the voice fell, Qi Le saw that the scene before him began to blur.
Soon, that simple runway appeared in front of Qi Le again, without any change.
The only difference is that Qi Le's position has taken a step forward.
"This... doesn't it appear directly at the finish line? Why am I still on the runway?"
Seeing this scene, Qi Le suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and then looked from under his feet to the end.
The distance is not far.
But if it is measured by steps alone, it is definitely not close.
"No... if I get it right, then this time, I really plan to play me to death."
Qi Le couldn't help swallowing a spit, and then tentatively went forward and collapsed.
Sure enough, in the next second, Qi Le's consciousness began to blur, and everything in front of him began to spin around.
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