Inner Demons

Su Sheng was speechless for a while, and only pointed at him: “You, you, you, you…”

But Li Yunxin laughed: “So she stayed for the cultivation Where is the cultivation technique?”

Su Sheng’s face flushed red, and he repeated: “She is your Sect Founder! This kind of thing…I don’t allow it!”

Li Yunxin curl one’s lip: “Don’t say yes. I’ll find it myself. If I can’t find it, I won’t help you find your fleshy body.”

After saying this, he turned around and started again Rumbling through the bookshelf. While muttering other things like “I didn’t want to say you wanted to ask,” he didn’t take Su Sheng’s emotions seriously.

Since it was the residence of the painting saint in the past, there must have been a lot of powerful prohibitions before-even if it was the bauble placed by the saint, it was enough for the real Li Yunxin to drink a pot. But then this space was banned from magical powers, and those powerful bans lost their effect. Only some less brilliant methods—for example, the rope trick that Li Yunxin used to climb before—survived. When he encountered something like this, he could break it after a little thought.

So it only took a quarter of an hour to collect the bookshelf.

The gains are quite substantial.

The temperament of painting saint Chen Yu also seems to be idle. There are a lot of booklets hidden on the bookshelf, which record some experience in bits and pieces. Some Li Yunxin can’t understand it, but it’s not very difficult to know about it-as long as the foundation is laid, it will suddenly become clear.

Others he can understand now, but in fact they are all ingenuity and insights. For example, “Suddenly today I have a certain idea, is it possible to do it like this”, “Although the method failed last time, the fireworks that were exploded when the mountain exploded were pretty beautiful”, “Long Ling Jia last night, this little thing dare Be lazy, I tried to use his mind today to see if he still dares to play” and so on.

Li Yunxin is not a layman in painting, but is extremely smart. It was difficult to learn in the past because the equivalent to directly build castles in the sky is not so easy to learn. Seeing these many fragmentary insights now, a certain system is being constructed in his heart lightly and quickly.

He looks at, thinks, and takes it like this. After he puts away all the books and pamphlets on the bamboo bookshelf with the handwriting of Chen Yu, he also thinks I understand something.

So… I think I know why there are very few experts in the original school.

It is said that there were no Daoist priests in the Profound Realm among the previous painting schools for nearly a thousand years. The highest cultivation base is nothing but the real world. In addition, although the painting school was listed as the Xuanmen three righteous path alongside Taoism and Sword Sect at that time, there were very few people-but equivalent to Taoism or Sword Sect, a Sect that’s all.

After all, the painting school appeared late, and it is understandable that there are fewer Early-Stage people. But the problem is that Chen Yu appeared two thousand and 200 years ago, and only 200 years later he had Saint’s cultivation base. In the next thousand years, the school has developed for a thousand years.

Such a long time, even in terms of the universal life essence of cultivator, it has experienced more than a dozen generations… Isn’t there any aptitude outstanding? Why has it been declining?

By tonight, Li Yunxin feels that he has probably found a reason-the problem of the cultivation technique itself.

The painting saint itself…is not good at painting skills. Painting skills-painting skills.

When Li Yunxin first practiced painting, Li Chunfeng told him that he had to practice painting skills first. A superficial truth is that the more realistic the things you write about Essence, Qi, and Spirit, the easier it will be to inspire Spiritual Qi. Painting skills occupies a very important auxiliary position in the early cultivation of this Dao.

In fact, at that time…Li Yunxin felt that this cultivation technique was actually very unfriendly to Junior Scholar.

Compared with the beginning Scholar, it is difficult, obscure, and difficult to understand. The secular painters have acquired the old method of painting, and those with the highest talents can only cultivate to the virtual realm, that’s all.

Now he has realized the fragmentary remains of the painting saint left in this room, and finally realized that the problem with this cultivation technique actually lies with the painting saint himself.

Chen Yu, her painting skills are extremely poor. Therefore, when cultivation this cultivation technique, it can be regarded as half the results for twice the effort. In such a situation, the ordinary person may not be able to repair it. But she is very clever, so she thought of all kinds of crooked ways to the sword moves with side stroke.

The final result is that the cultivation technique handed down by the gods and the gods has been improved by Chen Yu into a method that is only suitable for her own cultivation, or, in other words, suitable for people with “very poor painting skills”. The way. But the original guiding ideology has not changed-the more realistic and closer to the origin of the thing in the pen, the more beneficial it is to cultivation.

These two bizarre contradictions are superimposed and entangled…

The subsequent cultivator was also guided by her, and went on an evil path very innocently. This is the “best knowing” method, but cultivators at first have to take care of the “likeness”…there are ghosts if you can cultivate well.

As for Chen Chu, does he know all this?

In fact, Li Yunxin thinks that even if she knows…it doesn’t seem like a character who likes to teach and educate people…

What should I say if she knows?

——Because this sage painter can only draw circles, heads and claws, so the cultivation technique is setback — you should not follow my method. As for how it was originally? This saint is too lazy to study.

She… won’t do that.

Li Yunxin suddenly laughed when he thought of this.

When he smiled, Su Sheng was even more annoyed by him.

If he was the old Saint, he would not care about these things. But when I started to cultivate lust in this life, I didn’t have any heart like Shishui. And… he didn’t know why, but there was a certain kind of depressed sulking in his heart that prevented him from seeing this.

So he chanted with Li Yunxin: “…You are still laughing! I know you are unruly, but there are always limits to everything. The so-called a tiger will not devour its own cubs, character The despicable bandits won’t treat their own… their own… Hi! Li Yunxin, you are getting this heart fast!”

Previously, when Li Yunxin was searching the bookshelf and thinking slowly, Su Sheng is talking on the sidelines.

Now that Li Yunxin’s thoughts have been interrupted, he also frowned. Turned around and stared at Su Sheng and looked at it seriously for a while: “Old comrade, let me ask you, how many generations of scholars were you in the past?” Su Sheng was taken aback for a moment, but he didn’t react for a while. .

Li Yunxin was snorted: “200th Fifty-ninth generation book sage, right?”

“Let me ask you again, Zhuo Muzhe, how many generations of Juggernauts are you? “Before he could answer, Li Yunxin snorted again, “200th 14th generation Sword Master, right?”

He clapped his hands: “Ha! Dao Tong and Sword Sect belong to the Xuanmen, in fact, the name is The difference is only the difference of the cultivation technique that’s all-the people of Sword Sect are respectful when they meet the expert of the orthodoxy, and the experts of the orthodox have to be trembling with fear when they see the sword master. In essence, they are all that’s all.”

“How about you… you have caught up with Saint who is 45 generations of you, and you have created a child and a family-now what little white flower is there for me?”

If he doesn’t speak, he is really mean when he speaks-he doesn’t care to bring himself in. According to the method of the world, the book sage Su Yusong and the sword sage Zhuomu Zakeya are indeed his “ancestors.”

In terms of sharp-tongued, there are a few people in the world who can match him. Su Sheng was a little dazed by his spear and stick remarks. After a while, his neck flushed and he whispered, “That’s what happened! And then we became sacred-how ordinary people are. Can Lun often measure it?”

Li Yunxin spread his hands, then turned and continued searching. But he kept saying, “Ah, yeah. It’s not measurable by ordinary human relationships in your place. In my place, it’s…well, it’s a big rebellion.”

He picked up a palm-size The porcelain bottle looked at his eyes-a thin arm suddenly stretched out from the bottle, and he was about to pick his eyes in a gesture, while cursing softly: “What are you looking at, Smelly Rogue——”

Li Yunxin put this thing in his sleeve, and then raised his hand to fiddle with a pot of flowers that have not withered on the table: “But if you have to be more serious, let me tell you this. This Divine Soul-don’t care why-has nothing to do with you. My fleshy body is not the fleshy body that was born before, but now it is Dragon Race.”

“So now, in fact, I have nothing to do with Su Yusong and Zhuo Muzhe—the so-called Li Yunxin, hehe.” He fiddled with him for a while, put the potted flower away, and turned to look at Su Sheng. I want to say that I am Li Yunxin, and I am Li Yunxin. I want to say that I am a big Demon, and I am a big Demon. What ethical guidelines…Old Mister. Is it because I am too much like a person these days—”

He stared at Su Sheng grimly, showing two rows of slightly sharp teeth with a grinning smile: “So you forgot, I’m actually a monster who should eat people?”

Su Shengyi Froze.

After that, the expression on his face also shrank.

Nowadays, although he is a “Su Sheng”, although he is a young man, and although he has the erotic desires of many secular people, in essence, he still has the memory of the 259th generation of calligraphers. As a result, now being threatened by Li Yunxin with such words, the pride that once belonged to the book saint in his heart resurfaced.

He no longer reads piecemeal, but a stature with a hand on his back. In an instant the imposing manner became Yuan Que Yue Zhi: “Li Yunxin. Are you threatening me?”

But Li Yunxin sneered, turned around and continued to do his own thing.

Su Sheng was silent for a while, said solemnly: “You must know that she is a painting saint. As for me and Zhuo Muzhe…you must also know that we are both Saints. Saint. ……Not only the cultivation realm, but also not just the individual cultivator. It also means the honor of Xuanmen. If you love her, you can hide it in your heart. But you have thought about it, you… are worthy of a saint Huh?”

Li Yunxin turned his back to him and stopped for a while. But soon he continued to fiddle with the paper: “So it was because of this kind of thing?”

“What?” Su Sheng frowned.