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Chapter 174 How terrifying are the nonsensical characters

Without waiting for this group of losers to react to Feng Xue's arrogant remarks, Feng Xue rushed forward first. The originally white sword body seemed to be stained with a little ink at this moment. As the sword was swung, a trace of ink was left in the air, just like a drop of ink soaked in water, turning into strands, but then blown away by the wind and sand in the desert.

However, the sandstorm blew away the ink stains but could not blow away the ink's character. As the long sword was dragged in the wind, the traces gathered into ink-colored human figures, rushing out from the painting of heaven and earth.

At this moment, there was no need for any death troupe or music conductor. As the ink was splashed, Feng Xue's sense of power was transformed into the soldiers in his hands.

There is no need to command or control. The thought that "they will fight for me" is enough to take on everything.

At this moment, Feng Xue finally truly felt what kind of system the so-called [Yu Wushuang] was, the kind that did not require too much calculation, as long as he followed his feelings and fantasized, everything would become real, which fascinated him deeply.

He didn't even need to give orders. He just needed to have an urge to "defeat the enemy" and the inky soldiers would spontaneously shuttle back and forth among the enemy forces in a way that was so clever that even Feng Xue, using the God's perspective of a real-time strategy game and commanding at 0.5 times the speed himself, could not achieve better coordination.

But Feng Xue was also very clear in his mind that the unparalleled talent he was now possessing was not a potential he could possess, but a strong gift that was attached to him at that moment, a combination of the original talent and the actor's wild imagination.

Therefore, he did not indulge in this feeling, but just followed the guidance of that force, and then focused more of his thoughts on freehand painting.

No, it should be said that it is the part of freehand painting that is filled in by Tang Yin's talent.

First learn detailed brushwork, then learn freehand brushwork, use form to control meaning, and use meaning to overcome form.

Feng Xue has a certain level of realism due to his skills in anatomy and magician, but he does not have the techniques to combine it with meticulous and freehand brushwork.

The appearance of Tang Yin filled this gap for him, and in this gap, a flower completely different from the original one bloomed.

Because in Tang Yin's feeling, everything is emotional and has a unique texture. The wind is tangible, the ink is tangible, everything is tangible, so he is not bound by form.

The edge of a sword can be used as a pen, and the sword marks can leave a shape. However, this empty shape can be endowed with a meaning that should not have substance.

Therefore, even if the G·I particles are not deliberately mobilized, they will follow this tangible meaning.

Feng Xue didn't know whether he could keep the feeling after the perception from others faded away, but he didn't intend to really remember it, because when he was learning to paint eggs, he already understood that the intention at this time was Tang Yin's intention, not his own. If he insisted on imitating it, he would lose that lively feeling.

So he had no memory, but tried to forget, forgetting their images in the rush of the black men, and focusing all his thoughts on one thing -

What is form?

For Tang Yin, everything is tangible, can be captured by a brush, and can be described in poetry and painting.

Such description is not meant to limit one's own thinking, but to use it as a carrier of thoughts, and this is precisely the basis of freehand brushwork that surpasses form - using form to control meaning.

The "control" here does not mean to dominate or resist, but to guide, to guide the mind to the direction it should go.

Feng Xue was not that talented, nor was he that romantic. He could only look for the "form" that could guide his "intention" from the techniques he had mastered, which were not extensive but definitely not few.

The world is like a painting, the sword is like a pen, and it is freely wielded, making the world and the sky the same color.

When Feng Xue came out of that deep comprehension, there was only a painting left in front of him. In the painting, he pointed his sword with the tip of an ink-stained sword at the ground. The ink traces as light as the breeze rolled in the air and turned into thousands of troops, galloping freely on the desert. As for the remaining soldiers, they had already turned into the same color as the sea of ​​sand.

"Huh..." Feng Xue took a deep breath and engraved the picture in his heart. Only then did the settlement interface finally appear -

[Operation ends, perfect tactics]

[Node settlement: Fantasy +3]

[Drop extraction in progress...]

[You got compressed biscuits (white)]

……

"Good stuff!" Looking at the dropped compressed biscuits, Feng Xue didn't dislike its white quality at all, nor did he care about the mere ten-point increase in san value. Just because it was food, that was enough!
"The drop rate of this item is really high. By the way, I remember that if you choose the last meal from the spicy hot pot owner on the third and fourth floors of Old Pigeon, you can get a food collection. If you really need it, you can try to kill Old Pigeon later."

With a guaranteed intake of carbohydrates and fats, Feng Xue came back to his senses from the ocean of art. Although he still felt a little unsatisfied, he would no longer linger on.

After all, Tang Yin's meaning is Tang Yin's. Those who learn from me will live, and those who imitate me will die. This also applies to the architectural system.

Feng Xue briefly recalled the feeling in his memory, and finally shook his head——

"Yu Wushuang is indeed too abstract. I'd better play my 'collection experience flow'."

That being said, the value of the Kao Ge's Wrath collection is increasing in Feng Xue's mind. He even feels that, under the premise that it cannot be transformed into a permanent collection, the significance of this thing to him is even higher than all the orange collections he has obtained so far.

After calming down, Feng Xue exited the settlement page. As the node selection interface distorted, a new opening statement appeared before his eyes.

[Who will survive in the dark forest? ]

"The term 'dark forest' cannot be used lightly!"

Looking at the title of the third floor, "Jungle Shuttle", Feng Xue suddenly had a strange sense of déjà vu. The feeling was fleeting, but it made him realize a problem -

This node is definitely not just a simple stitching of several different scenes!

It must represent something!
"Through the wilderness, through the desert, through the oasis... Damn, why is there suddenly an American-style tomb raiding... Well, I mean the standard process of adventure movies? What's next? Ancient temples? Mountains? Or the revival of myths? Super ancient civilization? Alien invasion?"

Feng Xue felt that he couldn't think any further, so he quickly pulled his thoughts back and turned his attention to the first node.

Like the first two layers, the first node is still an open card, and its name is also very straightforward -

【Who is the hunter】

(End of this chapter)