Life Simulator In The Strange World

2022-04-12

Youth in the Chapter 142 Scroll Painting

One hour later, Zhu Qi opened his eyes.

It was only then that Xiao Yu, Sun Lanlan and Yue Wangshan woke up and were looking at themselves.

“How is it?” Xiao Yu asked.

Zhu Qi shook his head.

Xiaoyu comforted: “I wish Young Hero don’t be discouraged, the inheritance of the Hundred Saints is not so easy to obtain, we still have a lot of time, you can come to visualize it later.”

Sun Lanlan also nodded: “Although Xiao Yu doesn’t usually speak very well, he is right.”

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Qi still didn’t tell the truth of the matter. The inheritance of the Hundred Saints, on the contrary, one by one Great Saints came to the front to teach themselves, but imagine that the self in the dream is like opening the mouth, driving all those people away.

Zhu Qi deliberately picked out a point and asked: “Brother Xiao, in my dream my mouth is not under my control, why is this?”

“Oh, this.” Xiao Yu He said: “Old Ancestor’s Visualization Picture has its own magic. The person in the visualization can only express his heart and point directly to his inner thoughts. Can you get all the benefits, people with clumsy articulation can get nothing?”

Zhu Qi nodded, knowing that Xiao Yu was right.

The four left the thatched hut and parted ways at the foot of the mountain.

Zhu Qi hurried back to his residence, went back to his bedroom, closed the window, and hung the latch.

He felt that something was wrong, and took out the yellow paper talisman in his arms.

At one end of the segment, Sun Xiaoshan, and the carpenter Wang Sandao’s ghost shadow appeared precariously.

After seeing Zhu Qi, the three ghosts immediately greeted him: “Master Zhu!”

Zhu Qi asked: “Three, I want secluded cultivation, can you help me? Dharma protector?”

“I would like to serve Master Zhu’s help.” Sangui said immediately.

They all have their lives in the hands of Zhu Qi, and betrayal of Zhu Qi has no good results.

And ordinary ghosts with no strength are also hot commodities in the black market.

Refining alchemy with souls, portraying Formation, and even raising and refining weapons and trying to cultivate Divine Weapon are all inseparable from ghosts.

Zhu Qi put the three yellow papers on the door, feeling uneasy, took out the Five Elements sword talisman from the sword box, and roughly opened the Five Elements Sword Array.

Everything was ready, Zhu Qi opened the two paintings he had been carrying around.

One of the paintings, Hundred Saints Banquet Chart, is identical to the one on Immortal Platform Sect.

If the Immortal Platform Sect people know that there are only two authentic paintings of True Monarch, I don’t know how they would react.

Zhu Qi didn’t watch “Hundred Saints Banquet Chart” but looked towards the scroll painting that he got first.

Opening the scroll painting, the man in the painting changed his posture again. He bit the pen holder in his right hand and was looking down at a sparrow, as if thinking about how to write.

Inspired by it, Zhu Qi used the method that Xiaoyu gave him to enter into the meditation.

The scenery in front of him changed, and Zhu Qi stood under the tree.

“Hey, hello!”

There was an unhappy shout from behind, Zhu Qi turned around, and saw a handsome young man with several points of idleness, with an expression of disapproval. Looking at himself impatiently: “Where did you come from! Just scared the sparrow I was about to draw away!”

Zhu Qi tried to see the opponent’s strength and realm, but found that the other party was just an ordinary person .

It’s a completely different situation than he was in Hundred Saints Banquet Chart, where all the Great Saints are rushing to teach themselves, but Zhu Qi can sense the falsity of those people.

The person in front of him is a real person, but only an ordinary person.

“I’m going to Zhu Qi.” Zhu Qi said: “I dare to ask what your name is?”

“Want to know what my name is?” The young man laughed and said: “It’s easy to handle, You scared the sparrows away and left me with no painting, why don’t you stand here and let me paint you.”

“Draw me?”

Zhu Qi nodded : “Yes.”

“Okay, stand still!” Seeing Zhu Qi’s agreement, the young man happily picked up the paintbrush, and instantly there was a table in front of him, with rice paper spread on the table , the young people will draw with a pen.

“Hey, look this way.”

The young man said while commanding: “The angle of your face is not right, your neck is too long.”

“Forget it, you just stay like this.”

Zhu Qi obeyed his orders and let him be at his mercy.

I don’t know how long it took, the young man stopped his writing brush: “Okay, come and see how it goes.”

Zhu Qi was also relaxed, didn’t expect to be so tired of being a model, With my own cultivation base, I feel muscle aches and weakness.

He walked to the table and looked down at the drawing paper.

At this glance, Zhu Qi was stunned.

Draw a red snake coiling its body and spitting out a red snake letter.

There is a red dragon hovering on the surface of the red snake.

A Buddha covered in red gold sat on the dragon head, opened his eyes, and immediately Yin Qi was full of ghosts and shadows.

The Buddha had a sword in his chest.

“This is me?” Zhu Qi asked curiously.

“Isn’t it?” The young man scratched his ears strangely: “I saw you grow like this.”

“Which one is me?” Zhu Qi pointed to the painting The mix-up: “This snake, this dragon, this Buddha, or this sword?”

“I have to ask you” The youth shrugged: “I’m only responsible for drawing you. “

“This is not me”

Zhu Qi shook his head and did not agree with the other party’s words: “What you see is just the embodiment of my strength, not the real me.”

“You said so much, it seems that you are not low-level in painting, why don’t you draw me too?” The young man handed the brush to Zhu Qi: “I like to draw friends the most.”

Zhu Qi took over the brush, and he indeed has several points of confidence in painting.

When he was a student in his last life, he had studied fine arts, from sketching geometry to plaster statues, watercolours, and even going out with a group to sketch, the result was that he wandered in a valley for a week. .

He stopped painting after that.

Picking up the brush again, Zhu Qi recalled briefly, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

The youth took a pose and waited for Zhu Qi to start painting.

As soon as Zhu Qi finished writing, in a flash before his eyes, the ordinary young man disappeared, replaced by a huge shadow covering the heavens, shielding the sun. That crimson sun turned out to be a huge eyeball!

The nib has several points of difficulty.

The huge eyeballs turned, and the entire sky in front of Zhu Qi’s eyes changed.

“This is too difficult to draw, it’s beyond the outline!”

Zhu Qi has no desire to improve, recalling the appearance of the youth before, quickly writing down, and has several points of Means to rush to work.

When he stopped writing, he suddenly heard an angry cry in front of him: “Are you blind!”

The shadow covering the heavens, shielding the sun disappeared, and the youth fell from the sky Come down and squat down with a big butt.

The young man got up from the ground, patted the dust on his butt, pointed at Zhu Qi and cursed: “Damn, do you know how to draw?”

Zhu Qi was embarrassed and asked. He was still solemnly vowed when he pen, but didn’t expect to change when he pen.

However, being scolded by the youth, Zhu Qi’s temper also came up: “I can draw whatever I want! Even if you are a True Monarch, so what? If I irritate me, I will go out at the worst. Burn the scroll! Anyway, I still have “Hundred Saints Banquet Chart”, when the time comes to see which of us is in a hurry!”

“Painting? What, you say I am True Monarch? ”

(end of this chapter)