God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 848 Dove occupying the magpie's nest
Xu Jingxing returned to the study room with the knife, then put the knife on the table, looked Deng Qingqi straight in the eyes and asked, "Deng Qingqi, let me ask again, are you sure, are you ready?"

Deng Qingqi wiped away her tears, bit her lip and nodded vigorously, her eyes instantly became firm.

"At any cost?" He asked pressingly.

Deng Qingqi nodded again.

"Come on, tell your truth with your heart, and tell her what she should do," he ordered with a serious expression.

"How to tell?" Deng Qingqi was stunned.

"Hard heart, heart, you are so smart, you should understand what I mean, if you really can't understand, you should just do self-suggestion."

Having said that, Deng Qingqi understood, took a deep breath, closed her eyes and began to brew emotions.

But Xu Jingxing stared at Deng Qingqi's truth.

Time passed minute by minute, more than ten minutes passed quickly, and Deng Qingqi still did not open her eyes.

Xu Jingxing still stared at Deng Qingqi's real face without blinking his eyelids. When he saw Deng Qingqi's real face and suddenly listened, he waved his hand violently, slashed on Deng Qingqi's neck, and then supported the Deng Qingqi, who had fainted unconsciously, put her down slowly, letting her half lie on the large grand master's chair.

He didn't do this because he wanted to do something bad to Deng Qingqi, but he picked up a knife and a dye plate and came to Deng Qingqi's side, grabbed Deng Qingqi's wrist, and slashed on her thin finger, letting Yin Hong Blood dripped into the ink in the dye plate.

Of course, he didn't really bleed much. When the wound stopped bleeding, he carefully bandaged Deng Qingqi, then mixed the ink thoroughly, sat down at the desk again, and continued to paint.

It’s still a semi-gongbi painting, it’s still a scene like the back hall, steps, and in front of the bamboo bushes, it’s still a young woman in Tsing Yi who looks like Deng Qingqi, he is still focused, and he still made some minor adjustments to the details in the painting .

It is impossible for two identical works of art to exist in the world, except for copying.

These paintings by Xu Jingxing seem to have the same content and scenes, but in fact the details are different. After all, it is impossible for him to restore 100% of the previous paintings like a copier. There is no meaning, and it is impossible to give birth to any truth, and the physical properties must not be too strong.

So don't think that he is repeating the paintings he has painted before. In fact, every repainting is a process of re-creation and a process of perfection. This painting will only get better and better.

Half an hour later, he put down the brush, picked up his own seal, and then turned to look at Deng Qingqi. The girl was still unconscious, but her true self was not affected, staring at the picture on the table as if she had discovered something interesting. A painting that is about to be completed.

He thought for a while, put down the seal, took the copper censer and rubbed it lightly in his hand twice, then put the censer on the other side of the line between Deng Qingqi and the painting scroll, then took the seal and whispered to Deng Qingqi's real face Shouted: "Deng Qingqi, the opportunity you most desire has come, come here, and I will give you a chance to become an independent and real person..."

The moment the voice fell, he pressed the seal heavily under the inscription on the scroll, and then stared intently at Deng Qingqi's true face.

Deng Qingqi's true form seemed to have heard his voice, and slowly floated out of Deng Qingqi's body as if she had been summoned. The closer she got to the scroll, the smaller her figure became, but the more solid it became. After the ticket reached the top of the scroll, she turned her head Glancing at another truth, he plunged into the picture scroll like diving into water.

Xu Jingxing was so nervous that his hands trembled because it was the first time he had experienced such a thing, and he didn't know what would happen to Deng Qingqi's true face.Is it the fact that the picture scroll is about to be formed directly and directly replaces the picture scroll as he imagined?Or is it the same as the truth that is about to be formed with the picture scroll before?Or just disappear in smoke?

He didn't know, and didn't dare to think too much, he could only nervously watch every subtle change in the scroll.

Under his gaze, Deng Qingqi's true nature plunged into the scroll without hesitation, and this timing happened to be the moment when the scroll was born with a biological nature.

Then, he was delighted to find that Deng Qingqi's true face really replaced the physical nature that was about to be born, as if Deng Qingqi's true face was the birth of this painting, and it blended in very smoothly, and she didn't seem to be rejected or anything.

But before he was happy for too long, he realized that Deng Qingqi's true face seemed a little painful, as if she was suffering some kind of torture, her delicate face twitched.And that's not the end, as time went by, Deng Qingqi's true nature became more and more painful, and even her body showed signs of collapse, like a high-energy energy group was about to explode.

It's just that Deng Qingqi's true form is not a high-energy energy group, but a somewhat weak true form. If it explodes, wouldn't it mean that the soul is scattered?
But what can he do?
He could only watch helplessly, not knowing what to do, and completely unable to intervene, but the fragrance in the copper censer had a certain boost to the truth, but such a slight improvement had no effect on a truth that was about to collapse. What's the point?What's more, at this time, Deng Qingqi's real body didn't care about absorbing any fragrance at all, her body had already begun to deform, like a wax figure baked by a raging fire, her whole real body was melting.

This scene made him regret and hate. He regretted that he should not have acted so hastily, and also hated his lack of ability.

If the little monk Pei Qingde was here, there would be a solution.

In this way, he watched as Deng Qingqi's true form dissipated into the original physical properties bit by bit like a vaporized candle. Although those original physical properties began to re-condense, the re-condensed physical properties were still Deng Qingqi's. what?Obviously not.

He only wanted to let Deng Qingqi's true nature come to occupy the magpie's nest, but he ignored the fact that Deng Qingqi, a turtle dove, was too weak, and there were only two results for rushing into the nest, either being pecked four times by the magpie, or being real. turned into a magpie.The truth of Deng Qingqi was indeed integrated into the picture scroll before the real truth of the painting was born, but the picture scroll was disassembled and then reassembled, decomposing Deng Qingqi's truth, and recondensing it into the truth that the picture scroll should have been condensed into, um, for the picture scroll For Deng Qingqi, it seemed to be no different, but for Deng Qingqi's true nature, it was undoubtedly a catastrophe.

Sure enough, when the real face in the picture scroll was condensed and formed, its body and appearance were slightly different from Deng Qingqi's real face. Although her dress and face were very similar to Deng Qingqi's, her expression was a little more mature and melancholy, which was obviously similar to that of the picture scroll. The women in the book are more similar.

(End of this chapter)