Dao fruit.

"This painting..."

Qiu Yan squinted his eyes, looked at the scroll in his hand, his heart skipped a beat as his perception enveloped him.

He captured the faint beating in the scroll, like a pulse, if you don't probe carefully, it's almost hard to detect.

"The picture scroll is perfect?" This thought flashed in Qiu Yan's mind, which made him a little surprised. Qiu Yan participated in almost the whole process from the birth of this painting, but he did not expect such an accident.

The painter was just an ordinary frail scholar, even though he was talented, he almost exhausted his mental strength and poured his energy into the painting. If Qiu Yan hadn't extended a helping hand in time, Youzui would have run out of fuel and even entered the underworld. Disaster.

"Such a painting is made by a mortal, and it was born less than an hour ago. How can it be refined?"

Looking at the painting in his hand, Qiu Yan's perception enveloped and surrounded it, quickly analyzed it, and soon discovered the consciousness that was slowly condensing and growing.

This is a faint ray of consciousness, exuding a sense of tenacity.

"The attacking jade swordsmanship and the eight-character ancient seal are similar in theory, but those two things are from the hands of great powers, and they have many encounters, and this painting is ordinary, so how can it be refined? If it can If you find out why, maybe it will be inspiring."

Thinking in this way, Qiu Yan calmed down and began to think without distraction.

"This painting was created by You Zui. This person is an ordinary scholar with some talents and superb painting skills. When he was splashing ink, because he was drawn by the spirit and wisdom, he concentrated on it. It can be said that he has reached the peak of his mind, and because of his emotions , blending feelings and ideas on the tip of the pen, and writing them in one stroke, can be regarded as depicting the charm."

"Subsequently, this painting took shape, and for various reasons, it resonated with that spirit and wisdom, and even came into contact with the woman in white clothes who was manifested in the projection, and was contaminated with the breath of supernatural powers, which can be regarded as having a little foundation of practice."

"In the end, in order to wake up the drunkenness, I made a stroke containing energy, blood and thoughts. In order to shake out the thoughts of wandering drunkenness, it spread to all parts of the painting. Although it is not evenly distributed, it is almost the same. In this way, It's like injecting vitality into the whole painting, could it be..."

Qiu Yan was thinking as if no one was there, and an unspeakable aura rose up around him, fluttering and spreading out, making the hearts of the people around him tremble.

After hearing the voice of "Young Master You" from the painting, Xiong Ling and others, the big man with Qiu Xu, felt chills in their backs, and many questions arose in their hearts. Seeing Qiu Yan's appearance, how dare they ask?

As for You Zui, he was looking at the painting in amazement, his eyes were drifting and blurred, his lips were slightly opened and closed, and he murmured with unknown meaning, as if he was talking to someone, which made Xiaoyu, the book boy beside him, shudder and shook his head. My young master hit him a few times, but he couldn't bring him back to his senses, so he couldn't help but become more and more frightened.

"There seems to be a voice in that painting."

"That's right, I heard it too, could it be a goblin again?"

"This forest is too evil, there are so many weird things!"

They didn't dare to ask Qiu Yan, but they didn't have too much scruples about each other. They talked in low voices, with panic in their voices. For example, the man in brocade clothes had the idea of ​​turning around and running away, but due to Qiu Yan's presence, it was difficult to do so. .

As they talked, their eyes slowly focused on the painting, and the more they looked at it, the more nervous they felt, and they seemed to be able to vaguely see a woman in white, staring at them coldly and expressionlessly.

Cold sweat dripped from the foreheads of several people, even Hu Qi and Dai Guo were affected by this oppressive atmosphere, and felt a little uncomfortable, their scalps were numb.

But the change in their mentality had no effect on Qiu Yan. While recalling the previous scene, he simulated and reproduced it in the body of the god with incense and fire, and derived many branches to analyze one by one.

The speed of thinking of the gods far exceeds that of mortals. Although there are many branches and complex changes, he quickly grasped the context and gradually straightened it out.

"There is an intoxicated mind living inside, a breath of supernatural powers connected to the surroundings, and thoughts of qi and blood oscillating everywhere and scattered outside. This painting is inadvertently, by chance, giving birth to the breath of life!"

Feeling the clearer and clearer consciousness beating in the picture scroll, Qiu Yan shook his head, his spiritual consciousness rushed into the picture scroll, and he wanted to erase this bit of consciousness, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

But at the same time as he was thinking, You Zui, who was in a trance not far away, suddenly felt something, jumped up from the ground with a tremor, ran over like crazy, grabbed Qiu Yan, and said Shouting: "Don't hurt her! Don't hurt her!" It turned out to be like a madman.

Qiu Yan frowned slightly, and the invisible true energy came out through his body, and he laid an invisible shield around him, blocking You Zui's footsteps, followed his divine sense, and found the newly born core of consciousness in the scroll, Wrap it up and break it up.

But at this moment, there was a wave of sadness and sadness in the core of consciousness, accompanied by a sentence, imprinted in Qiu Yan's heart——

"Father doesn't want to see me? Is this going to wipe me out?"

Qiu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised, and after thinking about it, he understood the reason. He knew that he had inspired the other party with energy and blood to bring this painting to life. Think, but my heart is not moved at all.

However, at the moment when his consciousness was about to shatter that consciousness, Li Gua shook in the body of the god, and the book of luck flipped in the air, sending out a mysterious message, which made Qiu Yan feel a little bit, and his consciousness stagnated.

"Huh?" Qiu Yan's gaze was still fixed on the painting, but he seemed to see through a layer of fog in the haze. He cut through the waves in the long river of history and fate, and captured a picture, in which there are two The women in white confront each other and fight each other.

Inexplicably, a wave of hostility grew from the bottom of Qiu Yan's heart, targeting one of the figures, while the other exuded a friendly aura.

"This painting is actually connected to my luck, not to reduce my luck, but to help it!"

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan became more and more puzzled, but he finally gathered his consciousness and did not wipe out the consciousness in the painting. Immediately, he felt the emotion of relaxation and gratitude in the painting.

"Since this painting has other implications, it's okay to stay, but there are still some things that need to be done."

As soon as he thought of this, Qiu Yan didn't stop, his consciousness turned around, and he flowed in the painting, releasing bursts of sage breath.

The flat picture scroll flicked and twisted, and there were a few "bang bang" sounds, and fragments of thoughts floated out of it, releasing human greed, collapsing and disappearing without a trace.

"After all, this painting is based on the projection of that spiritual soul. It is inevitable that there will be residual ideas. They must be removed so that they will not be affected in the future. Since the ideas in the painting are intended to come to the world, they cannot be left alone."

Thinking about it, he withdrew his true energy, raised his hand and threw the painting over, and was picked up by You Zui.

You Zui caught the painting, showing a touch of tenderness, and hurriedly saluted Qiu Yan.

"Since it's your choice, then you should do it yourself..." After Qiu Yan's words fell, a voice came from beside him——

"Please also ask this gentleman to solve Zhang's doubts."

He was talking about the long-haired swordsman Zhang Yue, with a sincere expression on his face, he clenched his sword and clasped his fists: "Zhang has practiced swords since he was a child, from the outside to the inside, he has developed a set of sword strength, and he is invincible against fighters of the same level. It is called invincible at the same level, but there is no famous teacher to guide this set of exercises, and there will be an end. I travel the world downstream, just to find the method to break through the shackles, please teach me, sir!" He said, bowing deeply .

Qiu Yan noticed the expression on Zhang Yue's face, and felt a sense of familiarity, and Yan Yongjie's figure emerged from the depths of his memory.

Qiu Yan and Yan Yongjie met in Jiannan Road. Yan Yongjie was from Yanzhao. He was stuck at the peak of foundation building, so he traveled around the world. It is said that the two have not been friends for a long time, but their friendship is not shallow, and their friendship is irreversible.

Later, Qiu Yan passed on the ancestral skills to Yan Yongjie with a little life-cultivation method written by Yin Xiao'e. Only then did he break through the bottleneck and achieve the congenital state in the legend of martial arts, and he embarked on life-cultivation from then on. On the road, the longevity rose sharply, and he embarked on the road of practice.

At that time, Qiu Yan could often see a firm pursuit in Yan Yongjie's eyes, and this color also appeared in the eyes of Zhang Yue in front of him.

"This Zhang Yue is determined, but the space between his brows is too empty, which means that he has no destiny..."

Qiu Yan thought to himself, with divine power and burning thoughts, flooding through the hole in his soul, filling his eyes, his eyes immediately shone brightly, like bright stars in this dark night.

When the light shone on Zhang Yue's body, his vague cause and effect were revealed. However, he was also captured by the vision in Qiu Yan's eyes, so he dared not say more.

Looking at it slightly, Qiu Yan nodded: "It's not difficult for you to break through the bottleneck, but Qiu doesn't have much research on martial arts, so I can only tell you some reading experience, how much you can comprehend from it depends on yourself gone."

Zhang Yue was taken aback when he heard the words, followed by great joy, regardless of the meaning of Qiu Yan's words, he saluted again and expressed his thanks.

Afterwards, Qiu Yan chatted with him about some principles in the book, and gradually extended to the way of "knowledge and action" that he had summed up.

This way of knowing and doing already has quite a formality. Ge Yinqiu’s words were originally taken from the framework of the previous life, and he himself peeked at the long river of history with magical powers. As long as he gradually improves it, and learns from other theories in the future, and gradually adapts it to the situation of this life, he can become into a principle that can be generalized.

Now, although the theory is not perfect, the framework is gradually clear. When everyone present heard what Qiu Yan said, they all realized the value of it and listened attentively.

For example, Xiong Ling and the two well-dressed men heard the principle of martial arts progress from it, while the middle-aged scholar, the thin scholar, You Zui, etc. felt the wisdom of knowledge.

Not only them, but even the struggling puppy stopped moving when he heard these words, secretly remembering, and at the same time sneered from the bottom of his heart.

"This person thinks that if I seal my spirit and wisdom, I will be safe, but he doesn't know that I have a seven-turn spiritual consciousness. Even if my soul is locked, Yuanying can sense it from afar. The mysterious words he said are meant to be Make me a wedding dress!" (To be continued. Please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)