Monster Apartment

Gu Bai is not very picky about the creative environment.

He was sitting in Mrs. Spirit Snake's studio, and as soon as he looked up, he could see the Xuanwu map that he had properly and carefully hung on the wall.

Just as he was shocked when he first saw the picture of the dragon head of the brave dragon, this basalt picture also gave Gu Bai an incomparably clear shock.

It's just that unlike Pai Yao, which almost burst out of the picture, Gu Bai could clearly feel the weight of the mountains that towered into the clouds and supported the heaven and the earth, as revealed by the basalt map in front of him.

This is roughly the difference between ordinary painting and spiritual painting.

You don't need any cultivation or appreciation skills, and you don't even need to know a little bit of art, you can clearly and intuitively feel the extraordinary.

Gu Bai remembered that he had always been evaluated as "very spiritual" and "strong impact" before. Thinking about it this way, I am afraid that there is a factor in his paintings that he has always painted spiritual paintings.

No wonder his certain treasure business and stall business are always so good.

Gu Bai has always believed that it is because of his good painting skills plus his own luck and years of accumulation. Now thinking about it, there should be such a special reason.

Gu Bai looked at the ink painting for a long time, and after writing down the patterns and details on the spirit snake, he lowered his head and picked up the paintbrush.

Painting Xuanwu is going to be much smoother than painting White Tiger.

After clearly realizing that the kind and gentle lady full of maternal brilliance is the spirit snake, Gu Bai quickly sketched a few strokes based on the basalt diagram drawn by Bai Ze, and after fixing the structure, he did not hesitate to start working. The spiritual snake entwined with Xuangui was drawn.

Spirit snakes are soft in nature, but they are very poisonous, and they are extremely aggressive in distress. If they do not move, they will inevitably kill their opponents.

Gu Bai didn't bother with this kind of extremely contrasting character performance.

He spent an afternoon revising and revising, and finally, with a light pick at the tail of the snake, he drew a straight line that was as sharp as a cold blade.

The spirit snake in the painting is standing up high, but with its head hanging slightly, looking at the mysterious tortoise below. At this time, the colorful poisonous snake reveals a gentle tenderness.

Looking back a little, I can see the slightly raised snake tail, sharp and vigilant.

Gu Bai began to draw the mysterious turtle again.

But just as he touched the turtle's back, he stopped and looked up at the sleeping mysterious turtle with his eyes closed safely in the ink painting, and he was startled in a daze.

He hadn't seen the mysterious turtle-whether it was the body or the human form.

It was different from what Si Yiming said to him at the beginning of the painting-headed white tiger. After clearly knowing that the beast in the painting had a prototype, Gu Bai didn't dare to write casually.

And according to the black turtle dozing peacefully in Bai Ze's painting...

Gu Bai looked at the spirit snake he drew and thought that it might become a picture of mother and child.

Since it is a very emotional partner, when the spirit snake looks down gently, Xuangui should also respond.

-Even if he doesn't respond, he has set the tone of the picture for Mrs. Spirit Snake, Gu Bai feels that as a husband, it is impossible to choose to sleep.

Moreover, the divine beast map, in any case, has the power of a hint of awe.

Gu Bai asked himself that his painting skills were not so good that painting a dozing beast could also paint a sense of oppression like a mountain. He could only use the composition and the body language of the main body of the picture to express the meaning of deterrence.

Just like the previous pictures of Pixiu and White Tiger, he also needs to use the background to set off and emphasize.

But Bai Ze's bare ink paintings have no background and only the main body, which is still awesome.

Gu Bai grabbed his easel, looked at the ink painting on the wall, and sighed quietly.

There is no way, Gu Bai thought, after all, Bai Ze lived tens of thousands of years longer than him.

When Mrs. Spirit Snake came to tell Gu Bai to go down for dinner, she happened to hear Gu Bai sighing.

She walked behind Gu Bai quietly and glanced at the draft of Gu Bai's refinement of her body, feeling quite satisfied.

She made a little movement, and asked softly, "What are you sighing?"

Gu Bai was startled and turned around abruptly. After seeing Mrs. Spirit Snake, he relaxed suddenly, obviously frightened.

Mrs. Ling Snake patted him on the back thoughtfully, but she saw the pendant under Gu Bai's single clothes sharply.

Mrs. Ling Snake took a breath, then gently hooked the string hanging around Gu Bai's neck.

Gu Bai felt a little itchy. The mountains in mid-October were already very cold, but there must be a formation to keep a constant temperature and dryness in the house of the beast, so the sweaters and thin cotton jackets worn outside were basically taken off, only left. A single shirt underneath.

Gu Bai raised his hand to touch the hooked necklace, and looked at the woman beside him suspiciously.

Mrs. Spirit Snake hooked the dragon tendon string again, looked at the purple brave pendant, and asked Gu Bai, "Is this Si Yiming given to you?"

Gu Bai was taken aback and nodded: "Yes."

Mrs. Spirit Snake retracted her gaze and her hand, her face full of exclamation.

Gu Bai vaguely noticed something abnormal: "What's wrong with this...?"

"This is the bark of Jianmu." Mrs. Spirit Snake said, "There is only one in the sky and underground. The Yellow Emperor planted it to communicate with the world. When the heavenly court did not collapse before, the immortals used this tree to travel between the world and the earth. Later, the heaven collapsed and Jianmu disappeared."

Gu Bai rubbed the thumb-sized little purple wood carving of brave. He didn't have any specific concepts. The only thing he knew was that the thing on his neck was expensive.

And it may be priceless.

"This rope, the Jiaolongjin, the Jiaolong has been extinct thousands of years ago, and the aquarium is too incompetent. There is no one that can transform the flood." After Mrs. Spirit Snake finished speaking, she felt that the brave is a brave. It has been hoarding goods since ancient times until now. Even Jianmu and Jiaolongjin can be sent out at will.

Gu Bai retracted his paw to touch the woodcarving, and then retracted his hand when he wanted to touch the rope.

It seems really priceless.

Gu Bai suddenly felt that the pendant on his neck was a bit heavy.

"Pixiu is good." Mrs. Ling Snake patted the uncomfortable Gu Bai on the shoulder, "Let's go, go down for dinner."

Gu Bai watched Mrs. Spirit Snake leave the studio with graceful steps, and couldn't help touching the pendant on her neck again, feeling a little confused.

He looked down at the Pixiu jade string in his hand, and didn't know how valuable this string was.

Gu Bai touched the phone in his pocket and found that there was a signal. He quickly took two photos and sent them to Gu Lang for help.

Then he took pictures of the jade string and sent it to the group of teachers, asking for help.

The signal in the mountains is not very good, intermittently, the pictures in the group of teachers still stay at 10% after wandering for a long time, but the pictures sent to his dad are unexpectedly smooth.

What surprised Gu Bai was that his dad actually returned him a text message!

Still seconds!

Gu Lang also took a picture of Gu Bai. In the picture is Gu Lang's fierce face that is not easy to provoke at first glance, and a piranha with teeth full of teeth—it looks like Gu Lang's trophy.

Immediately afterwards, the text message from the old father read: Anyway, Pai Yao is asking you for help, and it is worthwhile for you to take him out and bankrupt your family.

Gu Bai was silent for a while, and finally returned with a smiling face.

His values ​​are a bit different from that of Gu Lang, who has taken advantage of it and is not confident enough.

Gu Bai touched the pendant on his neck and decided that if Mr. Si still asked him for help in the future, he would not be paid.

After making this decision, Gu Bai let out a long sigh.

Si Yiming, who had waited downstairs for a few minutes and didn't see Gu Bai coming down, came up. When he came up, he saw Gu Bai's dignified face, and he was startled.

Si Yiming knocked on the solid wood staircase handrail: "What's the matter?"

Gu Bai turned his head and didn't answer directly. Instead, he said, "I can't draw a mysterious tortoise."

Si Yiming glanced at the fairly well-completed spirit snake line draft on the easel, then glanced at the mysterious tortoise and the background, which were just a few lines, and nodded: "Come down and eat first."

"Good." Gu Bai followed Mr. Si obediently.

The supper was made by Mrs. Spirit Snake herself. The ingredients were not spiritual plants, but wild game from the mountains. It tasted pretty good after being cooked by hand.

A table of non-humans does not pay attention to the rules of eating and not talking. Gu Bai seems to have forgotten the distress and helplessness just now, holding his mobile phone with bright eyes and learning from Mrs. Spirit Snake.

Naturally, it is the experience of cooking.

Gu Bai has always been cooking by recipes. No one has ever taught him any skills. Even if he is dead, he is just watching a little food video to learn.

Mrs. Spirit Snake had never seen a monster who was interested in cooking, and she was still a little cub.

She was in a great mood, and generously taught her unique skills to Gu Bai.

At the dinner table, one big and one small, you come and I will talk, but Si Yiming, who occasionally chops and washes the vegetables for Gu Bai, is a little unhappy.

Gu Bai muttered softly, "Mr. Si likes to eat sweet. Wouldn't it be too sweet if you add sugar to the stew?"

The gentle lady replied: "Try first. If it's too sweet, add water and salt to adjust, or put a few pieces of potato in it."

"Yeah." Gu Bai nodded, poking his head on the phone screen to make notes.

Si Yiming's action of picking up vegetables paused, and suddenly he felt better.

After the meal, Mr. Si took Gu Bai out of the house directly. When Gu Bai was still at a loss and did not understand what was happening, Si Yiming took out two seals from his pocket and took a Gu Bai pocket. He put one in, then put his arm around Gu Bai's waist, and without a word, he directly took the person to the sky.

Gu Bai:...

Gu Bai:! !

It was completely different from the feeling that he felt like a piece of paper when his soul was out of his body. Gu Bai could clearly feel that gravity was pulling him, falling under his feet, and he could only stay in the air with his hands on his waist.

Gu Bai watched as the earth was getting further and further away from him, so scared that he couldn't even speak, his whole body was stiff, and he could only hug Si Yiming next to him tightly.

Mr. Si, who thought that taking a wind shelter would solve everything perfectly, felt a suffocation.

He simply changed back to the prototype, shook Gu Bai on his back, and began to fly to the north steadily.

The body that Mr. Si revealed this time is so big that Gu Bai can roll twice on his back.

Gu Bai slumped on Pai Yao's back stupidly, and his cheeks were in close contact with Pai Yao's smooth and cold scales and a trace of cool clouds.

There was no wind in the high altitude, which was steadily moving forward. I probably avoided it by some way. I could see an airplane sailing safely in the distance from a distance. There was also nothing wrong with it. I probably hid myself in some way.

Gu Bai finally reacted and got up, trying to touch Pai Yao's golden scales. Halfway through his hand, he raised his head and looked at the dragon head that was breaking through the cloud.

He whispered: "Si, Mr. Si, can I touch you?"

Although the sound is small, the excitement is almost overflowing!

Si Yiming: "..."

How can I answer your words?

Gu Bai found that his words were ambiguous and quickly clarified: "I, I will touch the scales!"

Si Yiming said angrily: "You are already sitting on my back."

This is agreed.

Gu Bai couldn't help laughing twice, touching the scales under his hands softly and carefully.

It was hard and cold, just like the armor worn by a warrior. The edges looked sharp. When Gu Bai was careful to avoid it, he still accidentally wiped the edges of the scales.

He was about to conditioned to wait for the pain, but found that the edges of the scales became soft and did not suffer any damage after rubbing.

Gu Bai was stunned, realizing that this was from the thoughtfulness of this big guy, and he couldn't help but smile: "...Thank you, Mr. Si!"

Si Yiming did not deny either, but just reminded: "Be careful."

Gu Bai had no scruples and felt satisfied. He couldn't even control his crazy hands. He crawled behind Si Yiming's neck and gently touched the delicate and fragile scales after the dragon's head.

The fragile part of the back of the neck was gently touched, and Si Yiming felt that the goose bumps all over his body would shake off three kilograms, and he almost threw Gu Bai off without looking back!

Fortunately, Gu Bai quickly withdrew his hand, as if only then realized the problem, and asked: "Mr. Si, where are we going?"

"Aren't you unable to draw Xuangui?"

Si Yiming shook his head to relieve the itchiness of the fragility of the back of the neck being touched, and then continued: "I will take you to see the ghostly aurora under the guard of the mysterious turtle."

The author has something to say: Gu Bai: Look! Take a look! Mr. Si is really a good textbook guy!

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