lol: Bind Syndra at the start

He is indeed the 'last heir'.

Ryan looked away. "He invited me to the exhibition, but it seems I'm early."

"what's your name?"

"Ryan."

"You...you are Ryan?" the young painter exclaimed.

The young painter's attitude made Ryan feel less dissatisfied with Hui.

At least he remembered to give some instructions to his fellow disciples.

"it is me."

"Please come in first." The young painter led Ryan in.

Ryan's appearance did not attract much attention, as they were already immersed in the atmosphere of art.

Arranging an art exhibition is also part of art.

Reasonable layout and arrangement can create a more intense reaction between artworks.

Ryan didn't understand but he understood.

To put it simply, it means displaying the pork in a more reasonable way and using lighting that can better show the freshness and tenderness of the pork, so that the pork can be sold at a better price.

The young painter didn't know what Ryan was thinking. He just asked Ryan to wait for a moment and left the hall.

Sitting on the soft sofa, Ryan didn't know what he was waiting for, but that didn't stop him from looking at the layout of the first floor hall.

The overall layout is similar to those exhibition halls in the previous life. There is enough open space and just the right amount of light to make viewers more immersed.

There is no description in the background story about how Jhin destroyed the Gouya Temple, but Ryan felt that with Jhin's strength, it was impossible for him to destroy it with such violence.

He must have sneaked in first, then used some method to quietly paralyze the people around him, and hid the explosives in an inconspicuous place...

If it were me...

Ryan tried to put himself in the situation.

But an old man blocked Ryan's view.

"You are Ryan..." The master looked at Ryan with a mixture of admiration and regret.

"I'm."

Ryan stopped his brain cells.

He looked at the Master.

It is impossible to tell the Master’s exact age from his clothes and appearance, but he is definitely no less than sixty-six.

The nourishment of magic has given Ionians a generally long lifespan. As long as they don't encounter accidental injuries, most of them can live to be over eighty years old.

And those Ionians who have mastered magic can easily cross the hundred-year threshold.

If this kind of uniqueness existed in later generations, it would definitely give rise to...mineral water or yogurt.

Using the secret of Longevity Island as a gimmick, they made a fortune.

"Hui always mentions you." The master joked in a kind tone, "including your amazing talent and your determination not to join us..."

"But young people always yearn for further afield. No matter where you are in the future, I will be here looking forward to your work."

The Master sat down next to Ryan.

His posture was casual.

This casualness made Ryan relax.

"Hui went out to look for inspiration. You know, that's just the way he is."

The master brought up another topic, "You seem to be troubled by something?"

"You saw through it."

“There is progress only when there is suffering.” The master looked at Ryan encouragingly. “Can you tell me what you are thinking about?”

Good teachers encourage students to ask questions because asking questions means thinking.

“I was wondering if I could make the ocean in the painting a reality, then is there a way to make people walk into the painting?”

Ryan did not hide the fact that he could paint magic.

Two years ago, when Hui taught Ryan, he told him that Gouya Temple was unlike other places. The people here did not mind their magic being learned by outsiders.

What they care about is whether outsiders can use this magic to create more art.

"Yes," the master replied, "it's just a more complex form of reverse magic. Didn't Hui teach you that?"

"He only taught me how to project my consciousness into the painting."

"It seems he's afraid that you won't be able to get out after entering the painting," the master said. "This is a very dangerous technique. If someone becomes absorbed in the world within the painting, their life will come to an end."

“So this is achievable?”

"If you don't consider the dangers, it's completely fine."

“Then, if someone enters the painting, can they distinguish between reality and the painting?”

Ryan chose his words carefully.

The Master did not ask Ryan why he did this.

His white eyebrows furrowed, and after a moment of thought, he said, "To achieve this effect, you first need to grasp every detail in the painting..."

"Every one?" Ryan said.

"What do you want to draw?" the master asked with a smile.

"I want to try to draw a picture about the Gouya Temple exhibition..."

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Asking for tickets, collections and investments;

Chapter 11: A rare sight and a conversation on the beach

How can we arrest Jin at the scene of his crime and ensure that there will be no mistakes and no innocent people will be harmed?

The answer is in the world in the painting!

Ryan praised his own genius idea.

But it is easy to say that grasping the details is easy. To truly control every detail, you need to take too many things into consideration.

Human perception of the outside world is divided into: vision, touch, hearing, smell, taste...

Although the last one may not be used.

But who can guarantee that Jhin doesn't have pica?

If he takes a bite of the paper and finds that it tastes like ink, all the other arrangements will be in vain.

These five senses can be further divided into countless small categories, the complexity of which is difficult to estimate.

Ryan was full of confidence during the first hour he arrived at the studio;

The second hour was indecisive;

In the third hour, I gave up!

It turns out that coming up with those wild ideas is much more difficult than getting things done perfectly.

If one wants to become a genius in the eyes of wisdom, he only needs to express the knowledge that is beyond his cognition in the form of painting.

But trying to draw a real world to deceive the infamous Golden Devil...

Ryan decided to change his thinking. Is it necessary to go through so much trouble to deal with a mere 'mortal'?

The brain cells he lost in these three hours were enough to strip the dry willow tree of its branches in Sindra's dream.

He came to the window, where a breeze blew along the cliff.

They didn't provide Ryan with any new inspiration, but only made the air around him a little thicker.

But just as Ryan was worrying about this, there was a knock on the studio door.

The master came in holding a picture frame.

Compared to Ryan's retreat in the face of difficulties, the master showed more resilience.

He was not deterred by the difficulty of the painting, but...

"I've already drawn up the general outline."

"?"

Ryan had many question marks in his head, and they were all shown on his face.

The master continued to smile, as if the frustration that made Ryan retreat was just the salty and humid sea breeze blowing in from the window.

"To complete this painting, it's not talent that counts, but years of experience and familiarity with the subject..." The master comforted Ryan, "I've lived here for eighty-two years, and no one is more familiar with it than me.

"The exhibition is held every year. Excluding the ones I missed due to my travels, I've been there seventy-five times. The details are like the wrinkles on my face: seemingly complex, but as long as you look closely, they become incredibly clear."

Having said this, he spread out the painting.

There are many messy lines on the white drawing paper. They seem to be unrelated but vaguely form a certain order.

"But while time has given me experience, it has also stolen something else from me... Hui said you mastered dark magic?"

"Uh...yes."

If other people knew about this, it might cause a stir.

After all, the previous master of dark magic did not leave a very good memory for this land.

But this master is different, he just has more emotions.

"It turns out that if you live long enough, you really can encounter anything."

"..."

For most people, Sindra's deeds are indeed too long ago, both in terms of time and level.

"It must have caused you a lot of trouble."

"Not much." Ryan thought for a moment, "Compared to the troubles it caused me, I think it gave me more. When we look at something, we can't just look at its bad side, we also have to look at its good side."

The master looked at Ryan and said, "But people often take the benefits they have gained for granted and then cling to the additional disadvantages."

"But I'm not that kind of person." Ryan knew what the master was worried about.

The master was afraid that he would become accustomed to the power given by dark magic and take it for granted. At that time, he would regard the other effects of dark magic as constraints and prejudices imposed by the world on him...

When this kind of thought appears in an ordinary person who blames others, no one will care because he will only hurt himself in the end.

But if Ryan has such thoughts, then darkness will come again...

"I believe you."

The Master patted Ryan's shoulder encouragingly.

Then he suddenly changed the subject.

"To realize your idea, I'd need a great deal of magical support. It would take me half a year or even longer to complete it on my own." The master framed the painting and said expectantly, "But if dark magic is truly that amazing... perhaps we can complete it before the exhibition opens."

Ryan rolled up his sleeves. "What am I responsible for?"

"Responsible for output..."

......

......

The beach near Gouya is covered with a golden "carpet", and the hazy outline of the market can be vaguely seen in the distance.

This is not Ryan's 'home'.

But another quiet seaside.

On the deserted beach, Huizheng was silently looking at his drooping hands.

Colors kept surging and rolling in his eyes, like lava about to erupt.

As the successor of Goucha Temple, he has been learning how to take control.