The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The dirt dog squatted at his feet and barked at Lee Shepherd.

He screamed, his body faded, his voice diminished, and finally disappeared completely.

Ultimately, it was just an illusion, not a real drag of that dirt dog into reality.

Li Shepherd's gaze cast towards the scroll and found that the dirt dog by the creek pool had disappeared. That piece looks empty, like the painter's lousy blank.

Even though he had already witnessed the wonder of the wilderness of Gu by the spring breeze, Li Shepherd still felt stunned when the earth dog appeared in front of him.

It's amazing how many times I've seen it.

A cactus can ‘dot the stone into gold', and a brilliant painter can dot the ink to revive the landscape in the painting, but the latter is even more compelling.

“Master Gu, this is" Li Shengsheng looked excitedly at Gu Wan and asked out loud.

“There's a real meaning in the painting. What's the real meaning in the painting?” Gu Weiwei interrupted Li Shepherd's words and asked.

Li Shepherd finally woke up and sorted out his mind, but didn't speak out.

A moment of silence, he said: "Words are voices, painted as mirrors. ”

“Wonderful.” Gu Weiwei finally affirmed Li Shepherd's answer, saying: “Say what you want in your heart and paint a mirror of what people feel. What people think in their hearts is what they draw. Do not fake. ”

Li Shepherd hey smile, look at yourself pass the test, will be accepted by the master as an apprentice.

“Speak up, don't be embarrassed, I'll think about it” Li Shepherd thought in his heart.

“What's the meaning of the word? ”

Li Shepherd stunned and said: "What do you mean? ”

How come this teacher doesn't play cards as usual? You may scare away your apprentice with too many questions.

“Sincerely. ”

Shepherd Li thought longer this time and said: "Meaning? The theme the painter wants to express? ”

“It can mean, it can mean, it can mean, it can mean anything,” Gu Weiwei put the brush in his hand on the platform and said out loud, "Have you ever heard the story of Pen Mary? ”

"Master Gu, this story is well known to women and children. ”

In ancient times, there was a painter named Mary. Parents die prematurely and rely on firewood for their livelihood. He loved to learn painting when he was a kid, but he didn't even have a pen. One day, he walked through the doorway of a school and saw a county decree in Yamen, holding a pen, drawing. He walked in unconsciously and told Master I wanted to learn painting. Can I borrow a pen?

The county order glanced at him, "Psst!” Spitting in his face, he cursed: “The poor boy wants a pen, he wants to learn to draw? Dream on. When you're done, throw him out the door. Mary was an aspiring child, and he said," If you don't believe me, you can't even learn to draw. "Since then, he has made up his mind to learn to paint and practice hard every day. When he went to the mountains to collect wood, he folded a branch and learned to draw birds in the sand. When he went to the river to mow the grass, he dipped it with grass roots and learned to travel fish on shoreline stones. At night, I came home, took a piece of charcoal, and on the walls of the kiln cave, I painted it again, day after day, piece after piece. Without a pen, he learned to paint as usual.

A year goes by, and Marlene has never been discontinued in a day. Four walls of his kiln, stacked paintings, hemp flowers all painted. And of course, the progress was fast, and the birds that were really drawn were barking, and the fish that were drawn were barely swimming. Once, he drew a hen in the mouth of the village, and the eagle spins all day over the mouth of the village. Once, he drew a black wolf behind the mountain, scared the cows and sheep to eat grass behind the mountain.

Later, Malian's reputation grew bigger, and the county ordered the news to come and send someone to take his pen. As a result, Malian painted cranes and painted sailor winds. Anything painted can be achieved, and the loser teenager eventually rebelled and became the winner of life and preached for the world.

As a young shepherd, whenever physical pain was difficult to fall asleep, mother Rocky and father Lee Rock would take turns watching the night, and then tell him stories one after another until his body temperature dropped and he fell asleep, and his parents would tell him this story countless times.

Li Shepherd, like other children, always asks the question at the end of the story: Where did Mary end up?

Parents, well, it's hard to get a clear answer to that. Just that he went far away and painted for those who needed him.

“I really miss my father and mother and I miss Li,” Shepherd Li thought in his heart.

But after all, it's a myth, a legend. It's not a real story.

But at this time, Ku asked him the question, what exactly does that mean?

“Have you ever wondered that Mary didn't get Grandpa Whitebeard's pencil at all, but only because he dreamed of something, drew into the path, meant to break the border, so there was that kind of stone magic? ”

Li Shepherd's face was stunned. “Master Gu, that's just a legend. ”

“Who told you it was a legend? ”

“Everybody says so. ”

Gu Weiwei sneered and said: "The ignorant people of the world. Mary is a master of Modo and a strong figure who can cruise the starry sky. The world focuses only on his dream that Grandpa Whitebeard was given a gift of a pencil, but he didn't see it coming up the mountain to draw birds with branches, cut birds down the river to draw fish with grass roots, painstakingly repaired for many years, overnight, is there still such a talented figure? ”

“Li Qiubai Dulov entered with poetry. When they wrote the good poems they preached in ancient times, the natural similarities read to make people's lips and feet linger for a hundred miles. They are actually the same characters as that Mary. It's just that the breakthrough points are different. ”

Lee Shepherd stayed like a wooden chicken, although he had difficulty believing what Gu Shi said, it was difficult to believe that the folk story master, Ma Liang, was actually a master of Danqing, able to draw into the path, eventually becoming the star strong

But I don't know what's going on, but I think he's right.

Besides, Li Qiubai and Dulov did break into the path with poetry and the realm with poetry. Overnight, they broke through the nine heavens and achieved the star-strong people the world looked up to.

That's a real precedent!

“Your painting already has a true meaning, which, of course, means nothing more than meaning.” Gu Weiwei was very satisfied with Li Shepherd's performance and thought he could not suppress you, you son of a bitch. “Today, I will teach you how to be angry. To draw a way in, to break the border. Become a star-strong man like Marlene Lee Choubai Dolph."