Tales of Herding Gods - 1065. Chapter 1017

Qin Mu and the deaf paint their own paintings. One is to let go of their emotions and place them in the paintings, and the other is to let go of the mortal heart and only describe the other god in the real god’s mood.

Qin Mu painted the God King Langhuan, but he was not the God King Langhuan, but the lover in his heart.

The deaf person wants to complete the transformation of his own painting way, and use painting to carry his own way, his own god.

His breath is getting more and more misty, and the divinity in his body is getting stronger and stronger. The pen in his hand seems to be no longer a pen, but an artifact that creates life. Under his brushstroke, a new deity is being born.

After a long time, Qin Mu took the lead to put down the pen in his hand and completed his painting.

The deaf man is still using slender brushstrokes to create a life. His pen emits the soft light of the way of good fortune, and the flesh and blood of the woman in the painting, ice muscles and bones, emerge under his brush.

The divinity of the woman in the painting springs out.

There is no flaw in her beauty, her temperament is so elegant and refined, her appearance is natural, and the clothes on her body are also the most beautiful heavenly clothes.

That skin seemed to gather all the beauty between the heaven and the earth, the jade fingers were lush, and the fingerprints were as changeable as the Tao. She seemed to be an elf born from the collection of all the good things, but it was created by the deaf.

When the deaf man drew the last stroke, everyone present felt a kind of if there was no aura gradually overflowing from the painting. It is a kind of road born after the day is slowly breeding, not from the painting, but from the painting. Breed from the pen of the deaf.

He gave the girl in the painting divinity, body, soul, and life.

Qin Mu watched this scene and moved in his heart. He opened his eyebrows and looked around. He saw that the deaf’s road was like a vain smoke, spreading around at a seemingly slow but rapid speed. Branded in the world, branded in the void.

This is not a change of law, nor is it a change of way, but a kind of law and a kind of Tao have emerged in this world.

The deaf man appeared to be extremely quiet. With this stroke, Lang Huan in the painting has life, soul, and his own way.

In the end, he put aside his pen and finished his painting.

The moment he put down the pen, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes, but there was a smile on his face, and his heart was filled with peace and joy.

He feels his own way. As one of the two weakest people in the nine old middle school in the disabled old village, he has always paid no attention to or cares about the supernatural powers of the exercises.

If it weren’t for Qin Mu’s urging, and the supervision of the people in the disabled village, the deaf would never try to abolish his sacred bridge to open up the Tianhe sacred reservoir, nor would he deliberately improve his cultivation.

And now, he can feel his own vitality and his spirit flowing along a mysterious line, which is his natural method.

The so-called supernatural powers of the exercises are actually the expression of the Tao. In the past, he cultivated other people’s exercises and sought his own Tao, so he was not interested in cultivation.

But now, he has found his own way, and it can even be said that he has created his own way. With the Dao and the magical powers, everything will come and go naturally.

The article is made by nature, and it is occasionally obtained.

The same is true for painting.

It’s so mysterious and mysterious, so wonderful and wonderful, it’s so incredible.

Granny Si and the pharmacist came forward, looked at their paintings, and admired each other again and again.

With a smile on her face, the sister-in-law quietly stabbed the pharmacist, and whispered: “Do you understand?”

The pharmacist smiled and whispered: “I don’t understand.”

“Me too.” The grandmother said with an undiminished smile on her face, lowering her voice.

God King Lang Hua also came forward and looked at these two paintings carefully. The deaf paintings, the portraits in the paintings are like the other her, graceful and elegant, drawing her heart without dust.

The woman in the painting is quiet and remote, with the beauty like hers, and she can also move in the painting. The other one is in another world, with her own thoughts, her own thoughts, and even her own. Cultivation and supernatural powers.

The two of her looked at each other across the border.

The God King Lang Huan was amazed, and said, “Although this kind of painting is not a creation, it is better than a creation. I can’t tell if I am in the painting or she is in the painting.”

The deaf man said: “Muer’s paintings are also good.”

God King Lang Huan looked at Qin Mu’s paintings, Qin Mu couldn’t grasp her divinity, and she in the painting was somewhat different from the real one, and Qin Mu was much inferior to the deaf’s skills.

The God King Lang Huan looked at the person in the painting. The Lang Huan in the painting looked like a quiet girl. Standing on the head of the snake, she held a flower in her hands and placed it on her lips. She sniffed slightly. Shyness and smile.

“The person in the Saint Infant’s painting is like me, but not me. It is probably the Saint Infant who entrusted her feelings.”

God King Lang Huan turned his eyes and smiled: “Can you give me these two paintings?”

The deaf man nodded and said, “Girl, take it.”

Qin Mu also nodded.

The deaf man dragged him over, and the old and the young were painting again. The deaf man was painting while teaching Qin Mu’s own experience in pioneering the art of painting.

God King Lang Hua put away the two paintings and rolled them up. She thought for a moment and took out one of the scrolls. The scroll burned and quickly turned to ashes.

God King Lang Huan looked at the extinguished fire with faint eyes, then waved his hand, and the ashes dispersed.

Granny Si whispered: “Pharmacist, which painting do you think she burned?”

The pharmacist thought: “I think what she burned was the one painted by Muer. Muer painted her ugly. If it was me, if the deaf painted me ugly, I would burn it too.”

The sister-in-law took a sip and said, “I think what she burned was the one painted by the deaf.”

The pharmacist was puzzled.

“The deaf paintings are too similar. As a person with unparalleled looks, she does not need another one, nor does she need to keep the deaf paintings. Leaving the deaf paintings will give her a kind of sustenance, if When she is frustrated, she will feel that her life in the world in the painting is better. She is immortal and has a tough heart and does not need another self.”

Granny said: “If she wants to appreciate her appearance, she can take out the mirror and take a picture. On the contrary, Muer’s paintings can show her the emotions she lacks. Although it is not perfect, it can be appreciated if she takes it out. She has a different feeling.”

The pharmacist smiled and said: “Mother-in-law, this is just your guess. Which painting she burned, we can’t know if she doesn’t say it.”

Granny Si is quite confident: “I think the exercises practiced by the Lord Langhuan should be a kind of magical exercises. The higher the level of cultivation, the less emotions, because emotions seem to be more precious. Cultivation to a high level. , She can’t help herself, so she can’t help but keep her divinity without abandoning her emotions. Therefore, she naturally cherishes precious things.”

She didn’t realize her own experience, she felt a little sad, and said, “What is lost is precious.”

Qin Mu and others stayed in the Tiansheng Academy, while Shujun and the God King Lang Huan were busy reading the collections in the Tiansheng Academy, overviewing the results of the Yankang Reform, and participating in the study of various exercises and supernatural powers.

God King Lang Huan has already opened up the gods and gods. If you want to rebuild the gods of the Tianhe gods, you have to abolish your gods of the gods, but she has a high level of cultivation and can almost be in parallel with the gods. If you want to abolish the gods, then He had to bear the great danger, so he hesitated.

Shujun didn’t have this trouble, and just opened up the spiritual fetal gods.

However, he immediately discovered that he had borrowed the Taidi Divine Sense to improve his physical body and raised his physical body to the level of a deity in the Lingxiao realm. As a result, he was unable to open up the gods in his physical body at all!

His vitality and soul are too weak, and his divine consciousness is not particularly strong, and he cannot create a spiritual fetus in this physical body!

The so-called seven great gods were all opened up in the flesh, and his flesh has been so tyrannical that it cannot be opened up!

“The mortals in Yankang are divided into mortals who can cultivate and mortals who can’t. This is determined by the corpse of the gods.”

The pharmacist was proficient in pharmacology. He prepared a big medicine bucket and refined a bucket of smelly potion. Shujun jumped into it and said, “In the past, there were only four spirit bodies in Yankang’s magical powers, Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku Xuanwu, and only these four. A mortal without a spirit body can only be a martial artist at most, and cannot open the spiritual fetal gods to become magical powers. Later, Muer destroyed the god bridge and opened up the Tianhe gods, he did not go into the things that mortals cannot cultivate, but I I got it.”

The pharmacist smiled and said: “The reason why the four spiritual bodies can cultivate is because their spiritual fetal gods are inherited from their ancestors, and they are born with the spiritual fetal gods! You only need to open the spiritual fetal gods to cultivate!”

“Those mortals who cannot cultivate are because their ancestors did not have magical powers, so there is no spiritual fetus in their bodies. But this does not mean that they are really unable to cultivate! They only need to master the method of opening up the spiritual fetus, If you develop a spiritual fetus, you can cultivate and become a person with magical powers!”

The pharmacist was very excited, and said to Shujun, who was filled with medicinal materials in a large wooden barrel: “This is what I have studied over the years. According to each person’s physical structure, determine the exact location of the fetal god. Then use the elixir. Cultivate vitality so that ordinary people can also gather the vitality that opens up the fetal gods and become a supernatural power. However, your physical body is too strong and you must first use the medicine to soften it.”

Shu Jun watched him pour a group of highly toxic substances into a wooden barrel, and couldn’t help but be frightened, and said, “Aren’t these things poisonous?”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry!”

The pharmacist smiled and said: “I noticed that your soul is too weak, weaker than ordinary people, so I will use a little baby to help you nourish it. Muer came back in the same way, pack it, pack it…”

When the poison entered the barrel, Shu Jun suddenly felt a sharp pain in his soul, and couldn’t help feeling cold sweat on his forehead.

The pharmacist checked the toxicity in the barrel and said: “In recent years, I have helped many ordinary people become magical powers, and you will become magical powers with my assistance… Your body seems to be too strong, and you need to add a little more. Baby…”

After a long time, the pharmacist took out a silver needle and inserted it into Shujun’s skin. Shujun’s skin was stabbed by him.

“Now that your physical body is softened, you can try to open up the fetal gods.”

The pharmacist breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Shujun in the bucket, and saw that the creator was foaming at his mouth and had no breath. He ran out and said loudly: “Mu’er, Mu’er! Come here! You! The big-headed boy who brought me was accidentally poisoned to death! The soul is already out of the body!”

Qin Mu quickly rushed over, involuntarily urging the soul to lead, and dragged Shujun’s soul into Shujun’s body, and said: “Grandpa Pharmacist, you put too much poison again?”

The pharmacist’s face turned red and said: “His physical strength is too high, so I put more medicine, who knows his cultivation base is so bad…”

In the medicine barrel, Shujun rolled his eyes again, and his soul was separated.

Qin Mu hurriedly called up his soul again, punched his soul into his body, and immediately used the demon’s good fortune skill to seal Shujun’s soul in his body, and said quickly: “You detoxify first!”

The two of them were busy for a long while, finally clearing part of the poison in Shujun’s body, and then they were relieved.

Shu Junyou woke up, although with the help of the pharmacist, he opened up the first divine treasure, the spiritual fetus divine treasure, but he was terrified of the man with the bronze mask and did not dare to approach him.

When the pharmacist asked him to drink tea, Shujun was also fidgeting, looking around, sweating constantly on his forehead, and with Qin Mu by his side, he dared to drink the tea made by the pharmacist.

Qin Mu finally learned the techniques of the deaf, and said to the pharmacist with earnest words: “Grandpa Pharmacist, Grandpa Deaf has already walked out of his own way. I learned his techniques and established the Heavenly Palace of Painting, and now I am still in the middle of the Heavenly Palace of Medicine. If you don’t work hard, the young and strong are sad, and if Grandpa Pharmacist doesn’t work hard, I will be bullied outside, you see…”

————In the middle of the month, if my brothers have a monthly pass, don’t keep it, ask for it!