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Wuqi was very calm about this. Although he was surprised at the beginning, after careful observation, he could see the clues.

It turns out that the tiger in the painting is not really able to move. The reason why it looks like it is moving is entirely due to the relationship between light and the ornamental angle. The strength and weakness of light and the high and low of the ornamental angle have led to a subtle change in the posture of this tiger.

And this is the reason why this painting is unique. However, since the mystery is seen, there is no mystery. Wuqi thought about it and picked up the brush directly, and with a wave, he carefully described it. The content was not a landscape, but a tiger.

"Hey! Look, everyone! Master Wuqi has started painting!"

"Yes! Master Wuqi is actually drawing a tiger this time! What do you think he is doing?"

"Follower! Master Wuqi wants to compare with the owner of this painting! See who painted the tiger more realistic and vivid!"

When the people around saw this, a big sensation broke out immediately, and everyone's eyes fell on Wuqi and the brush in his hands almost instantly.

Wuqi didn't respond to this. He was now devoted to painting, with no other purpose. He just wanted to draw a tiger painting and compare the painting brought by the beggar. This was not his competitive nature, but his full confidence in himself.

Isn't it just a tiger's painting? Since someone can use the two factors of light and angle to make a dead painting come alive, why can't I? I can do it too, and it's not difficult.

The next moment, under this mood, Wuqi's mood slowly calmed down, and the intensity and details of the writing became more detailed. This time, because the content of the painting was only one tiger, the speed was much faster than the previous one, and it was not long, and it was completed in just ten minutes.

"Done!"

I saw Wuqi brush gently hooking the tiger's buttocks, outlining the tiger's tail with a wonderful technique. A strong and brave tiger appeared in front of people in an instant.

However, there is an obvious problem with this painting. Although the tiger is handled well in details, it is impeccable in terms of hair and joint connections. The posture is no different from the living tiger, but it is not realistic enough.

No, to be more precise, this tiger is actually perfect in terms of painting, but if it is said to be a living thing, it is still a little short of something.

However, Wuqi couldn't say what was wrong for a while. It was just a feeling that my painting seemed to be missing something key.

"Why is this happening?"

When I really saw my work, Wuqi was very surprised. I was originally very confident in my painting work and my lips curled up proudly, but in just a moment, I found the problem and started talking to myself incomprehensible. By the way, I also wanted to ask around through this sentence if I knew what the key to the problem was.

Unfortunately, this question is too difficult for the audience around them. In the end, there is no one who can answer it. Because, now, those around Wuqi, those who know how to draw cannot draw, and those who are really good at drawing, but their level cannot reach the level they should have. Therefore, when people hear this sentence, they can't help but feel a little confused.

What's wrong with Master Wuqi? Isn't this painting great? Why is he so dissatisfied with his work?

However, in the end, some clever people saw some clues and said, "I know!! It's the difference between the two paintings!

Although the tiger painted by Master Wuqi is great and very realistic, it lacks an important point, that is, momentum. Master Wuqi's tiger can only be regarded as a painting, and the tiger in the painting brought by the beggar looks like a real tiger."

As soon as this said, Wuqi suddenly realized it. He swept away the haze in his heart and felt a sudden enlightenment. He quickly glanced at the painting in the beggar's hand, looked at the painting he had just completed, and compared it carefully, and finally saw different keys.

My own painting has been completed now. I didn’t take much time just now, but I definitely have a lot of thought and energy. I have used so much effort. Although the finished painting is also a tiger, I don’t feel agile at all.

However, this discovery surprised Wuqi.

Because Wuqi remembers it very clearly that he had paid attention to many details when he was painting just now. He reminded himself more than once to use the light, consider the issue of viewing angle, and do his best to paint the painting well. But after he was really finished, he noticed that he had not really made good use of these things.

Therefore, the tiger in my painting looks so dull. Yes, it is dull, especially the look, which is no different from a dead fish.

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi was immediately hit in his heart. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that his painting was worse than the one in the beggar's hand. The more he felt that his painting was worse, the worse his mood was, the harder he was in a good mood, the harder he was in a calm state. In the end, Wuqi finally lost control, suddenly became angry and teared up his painting.

A slight sound of "squeezing" suddenly echoed here suddenly. Wuqi took a deep breath, immediately picked up the brush, and started drawing seriously again. This time, the tiger was still painted.

Impossible! It's just a special portrait of a tiger. I can't draw it. It's not difficult! Yes! As long as I give me some time, I can also draw such realistic and living things.

Not long, and after another ten minutes, Wuqi stopped the brush and drew a perfect tiger. But after finishing it, after looking carefully, Wuqi frowned. His face suddenly became ugly, and the confident smile on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a hint of unconcealable irritability.

"No! Why did I forget the ratio of light and angle again! How can such a tiger be considered a tiger? It's too dull! Come again!"

Then, Wuqi tear off his paintings exactly the same and began to paint for the third time. Five minutes later, the same situation happened again. Wuqi shook his head without believing in the evil, and then tear the painting apart with a "sniff" and began his fourth painting unwillingly.

For a long time, it was almost like this. It was repeated over and over again, as if there was never an end. Wuqi kept repeating the process of drawing, tearing, drawing, and tearing again. In this case, the onlookers around were stunned. This was the first time they saw Wuqi, who was called a master, had such a nervous side.

Of course, what surprised and surprised these people even more was that Wuqi, who was already called masters, did not even work hard to paint or try it, but he could not reach the level of the masterpiece in the beggar's hand. This result suddenly made the crowd noise again, and the discussions were heard one after another.

"Did you see that? Master Wuqi can't draw that kind of painting!"

"I saw it!"

"I saw it too!!!"

"It's incredible! Could it be that the old man who painted the beggar is really at a higher level than Master Wuqi?"

"I think this should be the case. Otherwise, Master Wuqi would not have tried it so many times, but never succeeded once!"

"I really didn't expect that this unknown old man was so good at painting! You guys say that since he is so powerful, why should he hide his name?"

"I don't know. I guess they are always low-key. However, being able to draw such a vivid tiger is really not comparable to ordinary painters. Even a person as powerful as Master Wuqi is not good. It's really amazing!"

These words could not affect Wuqi at first, because Wuqi always had a considerable confidence in his ability, but that was something that happened before he tried. After trying again and again, Wuqi discovered how difficult it was to add the two factors of light and viewing angle when painting, let alone perfectly combine the two.

Realizing this, Wuqi's confidence finally collapsed. He questioned his ability to draw for the first time. He originally thought that he had reached the state of mind that he had reached the highest level with the help of meditation and could not be surpassed. But now it seems that he was wrong, and it was ridiculously wrong, which was simply a joke.

But why is this happening? Why can I reach the perfect state when painting more complex landscape paintings, but when I draw such a living thing, I can't achieve the perfection in my mind?

As soon as he thought about this, a big word "chuan" appeared on Wuqi's eyebrows, and he fell into deep thought. The pen in his hand stopped and stopped painting.

After a moment, Wuqi sighed in disappointment, and at this moment, the people around him had already expressed disappointment towards Wuqi and began to speak sarcastically.

Wuqi can only bear it silently.

Boss...

Xiaobai was a little reluctant to watch from the side. He was almost unable to hold back the harsh discussions of the people around him. He was about to take action and turned into a tiger to scare away these people. However, Wuqi stopped him immediately.

No, Xiaobai, let them say whatever they want. I really don’t have enough ability. This painting is indeed too unique. It’s not special at first glance, but the more I look at it, the more extraordinary it becomes. I really tried to imitate it and realized that the difference between my current painting ability and the owner of this painting is so big.

But boss, you... If you continue like this, your fame will become bad. How can you sell paintings in the future?

Xiaobai disagreed with Wuqi's meaning, sent a message and denied it.

Wuqi glanced at Xiaobai, gently touched Xiaobai's head, and also used a voice transmission method and said: It doesn't matter. If this really makes me unable to survive here in the future, then I can't blame anyone. If I blame it, I can only blame myself for not having enough abilities.

However, this makes me understand what my shortcomings are. As long as I have a direction and goal, once I make progress, will I still make everyone recognize me again?

Then, do you have confidence, boss?

When Xiaobai heard this, he looked at Wuqi without blinking. He was a little suspicious of Wuqi's words and asked in a way that transmitted a voice.

Wuqi met Xiaobai's gaze and wanted to tell the other party that he had, but after a moment of silence, he finally smiled bitterly and shook his head, confessed his heart, and sent a voice: No.

That being the case, why are you...

Xiaobai, then what else do you think I can do? Do you know? I finally understand what it means to draw a tiger but not become a dog. Isn’t it me? It seems that the painting brought by the beggar is very ordinary, but the truth is not like this. I compared the tiger I drew with the tiger to see the real difference.

Now, after trying so many times, I finally understood one thing. It turned out that it was much more difficult to draw a tiger well and a landscape painting better than a landscape painting. Because there were too many things to consider in terms of skills. In the past, when painting mountain landscape paintings, I only paid attention to details, but I never thought that I could also consider the issue of light and angle. Now I know that I am very ignorant.

The next moment, after saying this heartfelt words, Wuqi felt even more discouraged.
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