Against the sky starts from copying

Chapter 1 cannot be fired

In early spring, the spring is cold and cold, and the trees spit out new buds.

Lin Tianyang stood blankly in front of the Qingjiang Art Museum, looking at the notice in his hand, feeling very sad.

There were only thirty or so words on the notice, and the word "expulsion" was very conspicuous.

"Where is the cheating? You were fired just after time travel?"

Lin Tianyang was very helpless.

He was originally an advertisement designer, and he was working overtime in the company last night. He turned on the computer and used PS software to rush to create advertisements for clients. As a result, there was a flash of light from the computer, and he felt his eyes go dark, and he lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he had already arrived in this world called Tianyan Continent, and became a 16-year-old boy with the same name as him.

The Tianyan Continent is similar to the world described in the previous online novels. Warriors are flying all over the sky, monsters are crawling everywhere, and the strong are respected!
The strongest person recognized by the world is the painter who is known as the "Master of Heaven"!

The painter enlightens the Tao with Danqing, and after enlightening and awakening the power of mind, he can grasp the aura of heaven and earth, and use the paintings to develop supernatural powers. Its power is unparalleled in the world. The paintings that contain the power of the painter's mind are also respected by the world as "Tianfu".

Heavenly Talismans are infinitely useful. Not only can they call wind and rain, move mountains and fill seas, but they can also be engraved on weapons and equipment to improve the quality of equipment and endow them with various magical powers. A skilled painter can directly apply Tianfu to the battlefield On top of that, the overall strength of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of sergeants was temporarily improved.

Because of this, painters have a detached status in Tianyan Continent, and all major dynasties respect painters extremely. The strength of a dynasty directly depends on the strength and number of painters in its country.

And the original Lin Tianyang was just... a scumbag boy who aspired to become a painter.

After a period of memory fusion, Lin Tianyang has completely grasped the situation of his predecessor, and suddenly felt that there were ten thousand alpacas running wildly and trampling on his fragile heart!

This guy is definitely the saddest art gallery student in Mobei City!
Entered the Qingjiang Art Gallery to study painting at the age of six, and spent ten years studying painting skills. He never passed the exam, and he could not even see the threshold of a painter. The children of the school went to class together and were ridiculed by everyone.

Lin Tianyang, who was hit hard, became cowardly and taciturn on weekdays. He became a doormat for being bullied.

The moment he got the expulsion notice, he passed out and never woke up again.

This is how Lin Tianyang is now.

"What's this called? A student died suddenly after being expelled from the school. This must have happened in the previous life. It will definitely be a trending topic every minute!"

"It's fine if you die, why did you drag me over to wipe your ass?"

Lin Tianyang tried his best to complain about his predecessor, but he didn't know whether it was a pity or annoyance.

His predecessor has already gone west by crane, and he still has to face the sad life.

"I have to figure out a way to stay here. If I was expelled just after crossing, how can I get along in the future?" Lin Tianyang looked at the signboard of the Qingjiang Art Gallery and thought hard: "Only by staying in the gallery and continuing to study can you become a painter. possible, but how to do it?"

His previous work was related to painting. Tianyan Continent respected painting, and painters were even more respected as gods. When he thought of the various magical methods of painters, he felt that his blood was boiling.

"There is really no way!" Lin Tianyang thought for a long time but couldn't think of a good way, and his heart was full of annoyance: "Isn't it enough to die in the art gallery with peace of mind? If they want to fire, they can only fire a ghost..."

In the middle of complaining, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

"There may be another way..." Lin Tianyang rolled his eyes a few times, hesitating a little: "But in that case, I'm afraid I really can't get my face!"

It doesn't matter, they are people who have died once, so what to do with such a thing!
This world has always laughed at the poor but not at the prostitute. If he was really fired, would he still have face?
Lin Tianyang made up his mind, clutched the notice in his hand, and resolutely walked into the Qingjiang Art Gallery.

Facing everyone's strange eyes all the way, he quickly climbed up to the second floor and came to the door of the teaching office.

Taking a few deep breaths, trying to put on a pitiful look, he knocked on the door lightly.

"Come in!"

A dignified voice came from inside the house.

Lin Tianyang pushed the door open, and immediately saw the middle-aged fat man sitting behind the yellow wooden desk.

The middle-aged fat man was dressed in a dark green robe, with a big head and a fat face, and a mustache. He was the steward of Qingjiang Art Gallery, Chen Hongde.

His seal was stamped on the dismissal notice.

"Lin Tianyang?" Seeing him, Chen Hongde couldn't help frowning: "You've already been fired, what are you doing here!"

Lin Tianyang tried his best to cry with a sad face, and kept imagining his mood when he went to the grave: "Chen Guanshi, I want to stay and continue studying!"

"Impossible!" Chen Hongde looked contemptuous, condescending: "Letting trash like you in the gallery will only ruin our reputation! Get out of here!"

Nima, what kind of attitude is this?

Who did I provoke, who is so unpopular with you?

Lin Tian was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but still put on a pitiful face: "Guan Chen, I actually have something to ask you..."

"Fart off, don't you see that I'm busy!" Chen Hongde's eyes were full of disgust, and he took a sip of the tea on the table slowly.

"I want to die."

Lin Tianyang threw out three words quickly.

"Pfft!" Chen Hongde spit out a mouthful of tea, choking him to cough again and again, and said in a broken voice, "What did you say!"

"I want to die!" Lin Tianyang emphasized it again, very sad: "I have studied hard for ten years, but I have learned nothing, and now I have been fired. What's the point of living like a waste like me?"

He had a pitiful face, and there was a mysterious aura all over his body: please comfort, please hug...

Chen Hongde stared at him blankly, the yellowish tea dripping down his mustache.

"This trash has been bullied all day, but he's a coward. Could it be that he couldn't stand the blow of being fired and has a will to die? No, if he dies here, it will be a big scandal!"

His mind was spinning rapidly, he couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and he sat up straight unnaturally: "Well, God bless you, you are still young, look, life is so beautiful..."

"There is no beauty anymore," Lin Tianyang interrupted him sadly: "My future hope has been buried in the cemetery by this notice, and my soul has been mercilessly torn apart by it. Having been forcibly ruined by it, I... really don't want to live anymore!"

At the end of the conversation, a few miserable sobs appeared in time, making those who heard it sad and those who saw it moved.

Cold sweat dripped from the forehead of Chen Hongde. He had expelled no less than a hundred students. He had never seen someone who asked to die after being expelled, which made him a little at a loss.

"Tianyang, you just can't figure it out for a while now." Chen Hongde comforted him helplessly, coaxing him with a forced smile: "You might as well go home first, let your sister persuade you well, and you will be fine."

Chen Hongde's idea is very simple, as long as Lin Tianyang is tricked out of the gallery, his life or death has nothing to do with the gallery.

"elder sister?"

Lin Tianyang's acting skills were completely on the line, and he murmured weakly, and immediately burst into tears: "I'm sorry for my sister! She has such high hopes for me, but I was fired from the art gallery! What face do I have to see her?" , No! I can only apologize with death!"

Nima, don't play like this!
Chen Hongde was made to cry by him, this trash just kept asking for death, if you want to die, you die, what are you doing here with me!
But no matter how disgusted he was, he didn't dare to let Lin Tianyang die like this, otherwise the reputation of Qingjiang Art Museum would suffer a great loss.

"Tianyang, how about this, I heard that the scenery of Biyuan Lake outside the city is very nice, where do you want to go to relax?"

Chen Hongde's voice was very seductive. The scenery of Biyuan Lake is not only beautiful, but there are countless bones buried in the three-foot-deep lake. Now he only wants to trick Lin Tianyang out, and he will not care about his life or death.

"Go out?" Lin Tianyang stood up abruptly, impassioned: "No! I won't go! I have studied in the art gallery for ten years, and this is my home. All my classmates are my family. I will die here here!"

"I want to hang myself at the entrance of the art gallery, so that all my classmates can see my dead body when they go to and from school, so that they will always remember that even if I am a ghost, I am also studying with them!"

"I want everyone in Mobei City to remember that there was once Lin Tianyang who sacrificed his life for his beloved Hua Dao!"

"I want to use my life to inspire all children who aspire to become painters. Life is precious, and the price of painters is even higher!"

Lin Tianyang became more and more excited as he spoke, and his words were like the wind. At this moment, he seemed to be a positive person willing to sacrifice his life for art.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

The more Chen Hongde listened to it, the more creepy he felt, the panic in his eyes stopped him repeatedly.

Do you want to die in the art gallery, or hang yourself at the gate?

Is this what people say!
If this trash really makes such a fuss, I'm afraid Qingjiang Art Gallery will be closed immediately!
Don't think about the reaction of the students, don't care about the attitude of the yamen, Chen Hongde just thinks about the scene of a cold corpse dangling on his head every day when he goes in and out of the gate, he feels a chill on his back!
Also inspire children who learn to paint?I inspire your whole family!

Chen Hongde cursed Lin Tianyang crazily in his heart, but he couldn't come up with any idea after racking his brains. Facing a guy who is not even afraid of death, who can do anything about him!
"Okay! Since you want to stay, then I will give you another chance!" After thinking for a long time, Chen Hongde seemed to have finally made up his mind, and said through gritted teeth: "Now I will write the test and let you take the test again. If you pass, I will I will take back my decision to fire you! But if you can't draw, get out of here as soon as possible, and stay away from me if you die!"

"Take the exam again?"

Lin Tianyang's heart sank, and he secretly exclaimed that something was wrong.

His original plan was to force Chen Hongde to withdraw his expulsion decision. After all, art galleries still value reputation. If a student committed suicide in the art gallery because of being expelled, it would definitely be a big scandal.

I thought that I would be able to successfully threaten Chen Hongde by abandoning this face and pretending to damage the reputation of Qingjiang Art Museum, but unexpectedly, another exam was exchanged!

He had learned some fine arts in his previous life, but they were all sketches with hard pens, while the paintings in Tianyan Continent were all ink paintings. He hadn't even held a brush a few times, so how could he be able to draw ink paintings!
As for the painting skills of his predecessor... If he can pass, what's the matter with me?
"Yes!" Chen Hongde nodded, and said with a sneer, "If you don't take the exam, or fail the exam, it means you didn't seize the opportunity and you can't blame anyone! Even if you die, no one can blame me. !"

"This...good!"

Having said this, Lin Tianyang also understood in his heart that there is no point in entanglement any longer. If he can't stay in the exam again, then even if he dies, no one will think it is the responsibility of the gallery.
At this point, he could only agree.

"Okay, you show me!"

Chen Hongde stood up, prepared pen and ink, took out a piece of drawing paper, dipped the pen in the ink and pondered for a while, then swiped down.

Lin Tianyang opened his eyes wide, staring at his movements without blinking, his mind was running fast, thinking about how to deal with it.

Although Chen Hongde is obese, as a manager, his painting skills are already proficient, and he is quite well-known in Mobei City. I can see that he has no distractions, his eyes are firm and serious, his wrists turn like snakes, and the nib of the pen flows smoothly. spread up.

Although Lin Tianyang's painting skills are not good, he can also see that Chen Hongde's movements are clean and neat, and his brush control is relaxed, as if with a natural rhythm, which makes him fascinated.

"Fatty is not a painter, he is already so good, how good is that painter!"

Lin Tianyang's heart was full of shock.

The paintbrush moves as if piercing flowers and attracting butterflies. After a while, a delicate picture of clear water orchids has emerged on the paper, vivid and vivid.

"This is the test question. As long as you can copy it, I will let you stay in the gallery and continue to study!" Chen Hongde put down his brush with a playful expression on his face.

Lin Tianyang took a closer look, and was so angry that he wanted to immediately press Chen Hongde on the floor and rub it hard!

According to the memory left by his predecessor, he is very clear that the picture of clear water orchids in front of him seems simple, but the difficulty lies not in the complexity of the painted objects, but in the mastery of the thickness of the ink.

The beauty of using ink in ink painting lies in the blending of shades and shades. Thick ink needs to be wonderful but not stagnant, and light ink needs to be elegant but not dull. No matter thick or light, all pay attention to the layering of ink. The distribution of shades is clear and complements each other to enhance the atmosphere. , showing the spirit of ink painting.

It is absolutely impossible to master the thickness of ink without superb painting skills!
Lin Tianyang was expelled after studying for ten years, how could he master the essence of using ink!
"Damn you fat man! This is clearly making things difficult for me!" Lin Tian gritted his teeth angrily, and fought hard to get the chance with his old face, but he was about to be strangled to death by a painting!

He was so anxious that his head was covered with sweat, he picked up a piece of blank drawing paper on the table, and quietly folded it on top of the Qingshui orchid picture, but the quality of the paper was so good that the traces underneath could not be seen at all...

Seeing his movements, Chen Hongde sneered and said, "Don't think about opportunism! It's impossible for a waste like you to become a painter, so let's die as soon as possible!"

"Fatty!" Lin Tianyang scolded bitterly, his eyes kept moving on the Qingshui orchid picture, the more he looked at it, the more desperate he became: "It's impossible to draw it! Damn, if I can use PS, I can solve it in minutes! "

"Drip... A painting of the Tangtang class has been detected, and the Tiansheng illustrated book system is officially launched!"

When he was frantically anxious, an emotionless notification sound suddenly sounded in his mind.

Lin Tianyang was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes showed ecstasy: "Here we come! My time travel gift bag is finally here!"

A golden light shone in front of his eyes, changing back and forth with a mysterious rhythm, and soon formed a square money panel, with four dazzing characters in the center.

Heavenly Sacred Illustrated Book!

"What Heavenly Sacred Picture Book..."

Lin Tianyang looked at it for a while with incomparable curiosity, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt familiar: "Isn't this just PS software!"

There are many small squares arranged on the golden panel, densely marked with words, operation windows, function options, navigation windows, and various image editing tools. It is the guy who ate in his previous life, PS software!

"The Tiansheng illustrated book system is officially launched!"

"Congratulations to the host for acquiring the skill: Copy!"

"Copy: Paintings can be copied by consuming mental points. The higher the level of the painting, the more spiritual points will be consumed."

"Demonstration-level paintings detected, scanning..."

"Scanning is complete...Copying requires [-] points of mental energy."

"Do you want to copy?"

(End of this chapter)