Lin Bei even suspected that the other party had posted his photo.
This is simply too powerful.
"This is what you drew, little sister?" Lin Bei confirmed again.
"Hmm..."
The little girl nodded.
"Sister, I'm not good at painting..."
"No! This is already a very good painting, it looks so much like me!"
"Really?"
The little girl who was encouraged by Lin Bei had a lovely light in her eyes.
But soon, the little girl's eyes dimmed again.
"It's not like that... Father said that the highest level of our painting practice is not only to completely restore the other person's appearance, but also to restore the other person's charm.
But....."
Little girl looks at her painting.
"My paintings don't have the charm of a big sister..."
But whenever I pay attention to the charm of my eldest sister, I can’t restore her appearance, and I always think of painting it myself.”
"Uh...I really don't know much about paintings.
But, in my opinion, whether the painting looks like it or not is secondary. The most important thing is to express what you have in mind.
If painting is just like a camera, then what’s the point of art?”
"Camera?" The little girl blinked her big, watery eyes, "Sister, what is that?"
"The camera is a tool in my hometown. It can freeze the picture and make it look exactly like the real person."
"Eh? Is there really such a thing? If there is, then what's the point of our painting practice?"
"So, painting does not necessarily have to be like, but an expression of the connection between inner emotions and external objects."
Lin Bei subconsciously touched the little girl's head, as if petting a cat.
"But the meaning of painting must be similar. Isn't this the way of painting?" the little girl questioned.
"Is this the Way of Painting?" Lin Bei was stunned for a moment, "Wait a minute..."
Lin Bei found a few books and quickly learned about the painters in this world.
Only then did I realize that the painters in this world are a little... different...
What painters in this world pursue is "to keep the charm and appearance of external objects on the paper as if they were in real life".
In other words, you have to be like a human camera and pay attention to your appearance!
No wonder, the several paintings I saw at home when I was a child were all in the same style.
Unexpectedly, there is only one style of painting in this world!
"Big sister?"
Looking at the complicated expression of the elder sister sitting next to her, the little girl asked with some concern.
"Little sister, how about big sister painting you a picture?"
"Big sister can also paint?"
"certainly."
Lin Bei smiled.
In fact, Lin Bei can't draw.
But after understanding his state of mind, Lin Bei discovered that he could completely restore what he had seen in his previous life!
In other words, if you know your brain, you can do it with your hands.
"Big sister, just draw a picture of you as little sister."
After saying that, Lin Bei picked up a writing brush and a piece of white paper.
After burning the incense, when the little girl saw Lin Bei's paintings, her eyes widened! Her little hands couldn't help but cover her mouth, and her swaying eyes shone like gems.
"It looks good..."
The little girl couldn't help but exclaimed.
Obviously the style of this painting is very strange.
But the little girl knew right away that it was herself.
And I seem to be cuter on paper.
And from beginning to end, the eldest sister only used a brush, a little ink, and fine outlines, without any other paint.
"How is it? Little sister, do you like it?" Lin Bei asked with a smile.
"Hmm! I like it! I like it very much!" The little girl nodded without thinking, her eyes still not moving away. This was a painting style that she had never seen before.
"Then I will give this painting to you, little sister."
"Really?" the little girl said happily.
"Really." Lin Bei also nodded.
Sure enough, the cute and innocent little girl is the cleanest and most beautiful existence in the world.
"Sister, what is this kind of painting called?" the little girl asked.
"The painting method, you can call it a sketch, but the painting style, you can call it a cartoon."
"Sketch comics..." the little girl said in a daze, as if she had found a new continent.
"Uh...forget it, just call it that."
Lin Bei didn't correct him either.
"In short, in my opinion, big sister, there are many ways to express something like painting, and it doesn't have to look like it! Another example is this!"
Lin Bei uses ink to create paintings.
Lin Bei, who understood his state of mind, easily copied the paintings he had seen in his previous life.
What I am copying is Wang Wei's "Thousands of Rocks and Gorges".
Looking at this landscape painting, the little girl was so shocked that she opened her mouth and was speechless for a moment.
It’s so beautiful!
An indescribable beauty.
In the little girl's heart, a door is quietly opening!
"Okay, it's getting late. I'm going back first. You should go home quickly."
Lin Bei rubbed the little girl's head again, then turned and left.
Lin Bei knew that this little girl must be a monk from Huafeng of Tianmo Sect.
But Lin Bei didn't know what Hua Feng's attitude towards Luo Qingming was.
If Luo Qingming knew that he was too close to a monk from Hua Feng, and Hua Feng was a troublemaker, it would be troublesome.
The little girl was still immersed in Lin Bei's paintings.
When the little girl came to her senses, she realized that her elder sister had disappeared.
"I haven't asked my eldest sister's name yet..." Lingling sighed in disappointment.
But Lingling believes that she will still meet her eldest sister!
The little girl returned to a courtyard in Huafeng as if she was carrying a rare treasure.
This courtyard is located at the top of Huafeng, which is also the courtyard where the master of Huafeng is located.
"Lingling, you are back. Go have a meal. Your mother is waiting for you."
When he saw his daughter coming back, Master Hua Feng, who was walking in the yard, smiled and said.
"Hmm."
The little girl nodded and ran towards the lobby holding the two paintings.
When the daughter's figure disappeared, the smile on the Taoist painter's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a complex sad look.
"well......"
The Taoist painter sighed.
The Taoist Painter is not the first monk in the world who wants to use painting to prove his Taoism.
However, he was the first monk to create a mountain.
Why would Taoist painters go to the Tianmo Sect to create a mountain?
That's because the Demon Sect is inclusive of all ways and will provide resources to help.
In the eyes of other monks, painting is a heretic and a dead end.
But in the minds of Taoist painters, painting can also prove the Tao!
All dharmas can prove the truth.
But now, I have wasted three hundred years in the late stage of Nascent Soul Realm.
The most accomplished painter monk in history is also in his current state.
No one who practices painting has ever reached the Immortal Realm.
"Is it possible that the painted path is really a dead end and cannot be enlightened? Was I wrong all along?"
Looking up at the moon, the painter's mind wavered.