The life simulator of the strange world

Chapter 142 The Youth in the Scroll Painting

After half an hour, Zhu Qi opened his eyes.

Only then did he realize that Xiao Yu, Sun Lanlan and Yue Wangshan had woken up and were looking at him.

"How is it?" Xiaoyu asked.

Zhu Qi shook his head.

Xiao Yu comforted: "I wish you young man don't be discouraged, the inheritance of the Hundred Saints is not so easy to get, we still have a lot of time, you can come to visualize 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. It’s not that he didn’t get the inheritance of Baisheng. Turn on the light and drive those people away.

Zhu Qi deliberately picked out a point and asked: "Brother Xiao, my mouth is not under my control in the dream, why is that?"

"Oh, this." Xiao Yu said: "The visualization picture drawn by the ancestor naturally has its magical effect. The person in the visualization can only express his heart and point directly to what is in his heart. If only two lips move up and down Touch, don’t those who can speak eloquently get all the benefits in the world, and those who are clumsy can get nothing?”

Zhu Qi nodded, knowing that Xiao Yu was right.

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

Zhu Qi hurried back to the residence, went back to the bedroom, closed the window, and hung the door bolt.

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

Duan Yiduan, Sun Xiaoshan, and the carpenter Wang Sandao appear unsteadily as ghosts.

After seeing Zhu Qi, the three ghosts immediately bowed to say hello: "Master Zhu!"

Zhu Qi asked: "Three, I want to retreat and practice, can you protect me?"

"I would like to do my best for my lord." The three ghosts said immediately.

Their lives are now in Zhu Qi's hands, and betraying Zhu Qi will have no good results.

Moreover, ordinary ghosts with no strength are also hot goods in the black market.

Using the soul to refine alchemy, depicting formations, and even cultivating and refining weapons to try to cultivate magical weapons are all inseparable from ghosts.

Zhu Qi pasted three pieces of yellow paper on the door, feeling uneasy, took out the five-element talisman sword from the sword box, and roughly laid out the five-element sword array.

When everything was ready, Zhu Qi opened the two paintings that he had always carried with him.

One of the paintings, "Hundred Saints Attending a Banquet", is exactly the same as the one of Tai Xianzong.

If the people of Tai Xianzong know that there are actually two paintings of the only authentic painting of Tianzhenjun, I don't know how they will react.

Zhu Qi didn't look at "Hundred Saints Attending a Banquet" but looked at the first scroll painting he got.

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

Putting his spirit into it, Zhu Qi used the method Xiao Yu gave him to meditate in 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 who looked a bit idle, looking at him impatiently: "Where did you come from! I just scared the sparrow I was going to draw Ran!"

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

The situation is completely different from his "Hundred Saints Attending a Banquet", where all the great saints rushed to teach themselves, but Zhu Qi could feel the hypocrisy of those people.

The one in front of him was a real person, but he was just an ordinary person.

"I wish you all the best." Zhu Qi said, "May I ask you what your name is?"

"Want to know my name?" The young man chuckled and said, "It's easy to do. You scared the sparrows away and I didn't have any pictures. Why don't you just stand here and let me draw you."

"Draw me?"

Zhu Qi nodded: "Yes."

"Okay, stand still!" Seeing that Zhu Qi agreed, the young man happily picked up the paintbrush, and there was a table in front of him in an instant. Rice paper was spread on the table, and the young man started to draw with the brush.

"Hey, look over here."

The young man spoke while directing: "The angle of the face is not right, your neck is too long."

"Forget it, just keep it like this."

Zhu Qi obeyed his orders and let him manipulate him.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man stopped his brush and said, "Okay, come over and see how it goes."

Zhu Qi also breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect that being a model would be so tiring, and with his own cultivation, he would feel sore and weak in his muscles.

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

At this glance, Zhu Qi was stunned.

In the painting, there is a red snake coiled around its body, slightly 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 head of the dragon. When he opened his eyes, he was immediately filled with gloom and ghosts.

Buddha has a sword stuck in his chest.

"This is me?" Zhu Qi asked strangely.

"Isn't it?" The young man plucked his ears strangely: "I saw you grow like this."

"Which one is me?" Zhu Qi pointed to the hodgepodge on the painting: "This snake, this dragon, this Buddha, or this sword?"

"I'm asking you." The young man 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 only a manifestation of my strength, not the real me."

"You have said so much, it seems that the painting is not low, why don't you paint me?" The young man handed the brush to Zhu Qi: "I like to make friends through painting."

Zhu Qi took the brush, and he still had some confidence in painting.

When he was a student in his previous life, he had studied art, from sketching geometry to painting plaster figures, and also learned watercolor. He even went out to sketch with a group, and ended up wandering in a mountain valley for a week.

He stopped painting after that.

Picking up the brush again, Zhu Qi remembered briefly, dipped in ink, and wrote.

The young man made a pose, waiting quietly for Zhu Qi to draw.

Zhu Qi had just finished writing, and in a flash, the ordinary young man disappeared, replaced by a huge shadow that covered the sky and the sun, and the red sun quickly fell. He looked carefully, only to find that the red sun turned out to be a huge eyeball !

The tip of the pen stopped, and it was a bit difficult to write.

The huge eyeballs turned around, and the whole sky in front of Zhu Qi's eyes changed.

"This is too difficult to draw, it's beyond outline!"

Zhu Qi resigned himself to recalling the appearance of the youth before, and wrote quickly, with the intention of rushing to work.

When he stopped writing, he suddenly heard an angry howl in front of him: "Are you blind!"

The shadow that covered the sky and the sun disappeared, and the young man fell from the sky, squatting firmly with his big buttocks.

The young man got up from the ground, patted the dust off his buttocks, pointed at Zhu Qi and cursed: "Damn it, do you understand painting?"

Zhu Qi was embarrassed. When he wrote the pen, he was still swearing, but he didn't expect to change it when he wrote it.

But being scolded by the young man, Zhu Qi's temper also came up: "I can paint whatever I want! Even if you are painting Tianzhenjun, so what? If you make me anxious, I will go out and burn the scroll! Anyway, I still have "Picture of the Hundred Saints Attending a Banquet", let's see who is in a hurry between the two of us!"

"Huatian? What, you say I'm Huatian Zhenjun?"

(End of this chapter)