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Chapter 55 Ability Awakening Gravity Control
Yiman quickly opened the book of supernatural abilities, and saw that there was another entry on it:
No.30 Page [-]: Gravity Control Mystery Department makes objects out of the control of gravity (awakening).

The awakened ability can be used without the book of abilities. I have decided to give up the book of abilities. One more awakened ability will gain more.

Yiman was naturally very happy.

Plop.A boy named Da Vinci accidentally fell into the water.

The boy struggled a few times in the river and shouted for help. The pedestrians on the bank disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Human feelings are so indifferent.

The big mouth of the magic frog grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him to the shore.The young man's system is weak, and he developed a high fever not long after. Yiman transformed into a human form, helped him put on clean clothes, and asked him where he lived.

"Liuhe Lane, in the tree hole in the grove."

Not caring about anything else, Yiman wanted to hire a doctor, only to learn from the young man that only those whose contribution level reached ten can hire a doctor.

Da Vinci's contribution rating is zero.

Contribution level refers to the contribution points for Xin Loulan. Da Vinci doesn't know the specific contribution.

Yiman knew some witchcraft, looked for some herbal medicine, and boiled a bowl of thick soup. Unexpectedly, the boy was already dying at midnight, and died before dawn.

This child's physique is actually so weak.

After burying this young man hastily, he realized that it might be an opportunity.

In the form of the magic frog, there is a technique of humanization, which can be transformed into someone's appearance. The more powerful the witchcraft, the more special restrictions it has. For example, in this humanization technique, the person transformed must be dead and cannot be Killed by the performer.

The current situation is completely echoed.

Yiman performed the humanization technique and turned into Da Vinci's appearance.Although the boy is poor and lives in a tree hole, he has contribution cards, birth test scores, confrontation performance evaluations, and everything Iman needs.This enabled him to successfully integrate into the lives of the Zimu people.

Currently.It's better to play the role of Da Vinci for a while, and familiarize yourself with the surrounding living environment, so as not to be discovered by others.

Yiman began to pay attention to observation, try to listen more and talk less, within a few days, he became familiar with the life circle of this boy named Da Vinci.

He has no friends and is just obsessed with painting.

His parents left him a sum of money, but it was spent three years ago, and most of it was used to pay for learning painting.

The so-called "going to work" once every seven days is to go under the sky, where part of the soul power is drawn, and can be exchanged for ten steamed buns, which made Yiman break into a cold sweat.In fact, the street children in Xinloulan have almost no choice of "going to work" once they can't survive, which is why most of their hair is gray.

Yiman looked at his head full of white hair, and wondered if Da Vinci didn't fall off every time he went to work, no wonder his body was so weak.

Every morning, Leonardo da Vinci would go to the river to paint eggs. In the morning, he went to Mr. Ofroki to study, and he could get some drawing paper and brushes, but the so-called learning is doing coolies.

In the afternoon, Da Vinci usually goes to work everywhere, like most street children, there is no specific place.

In addition, the tree hole where Da Vinci lived had to pay rent of [-] steamed buns every month.

After inquiring and understanding, Yiman decided to follow Da Vinci's life rules and run for a while. Of course, he must not go to work.In fact, someone with completely white hair like Leonardo da Vinci has long since fallen out of favor.

Under the shroud of the sky, the rules of using abilities can be changed at any time. For example, the current rule is that the power of abilities drops to [-]%, and Da Vinci's ability to control gravity is very laborious to draw a slightly more focused drawing board.

But it has no effect on Yiman. He suspects that this is a kind of witchcraft, bloodline control, that is to say, it only works on the Purple Eyes.

Iman was wearing Da Vinci's clothes, carrying a dilapidated leather bag containing brushes, drawing boards, etc., and went to report to Mrs. Ofrogy.

"Da Vinci, why haven't you come over these few days?" Mrs. Ofroki looked very unhappy.

"Teacher, I accidentally fell into the water the day before yesterday and fell ill." Yiman replied.

"Son, you can't do this. As the saying goes, genius is 90.00% sweat, plus [-]% inspiration. A small illness can make you slow down. You can't stand this test. How can you become a master?" ?” Mrs. Ofrogy taught earnestly, with a dignified look, and Iman wished to strangle him to death, in order to comfort the real Da Vinci’s spirit in heaven.

Yiman lowered her head, pretended to be extremely ashamed and said, "Teacher, I was wrong."

Mrs. Ofroki nodded and said with a smile: "Son, you can correct your mistakes if you know them. There are a few important guests who came down from the sky today. You have to be careful not to make mistakes."

"Yes, mentor." Master Ofroki did not notice that the eyes of this simple and honest student were full of cunning.

"Damn, what, a nude model." Iman pretended to be flattered, but he kept cursing in his heart: vampire, pervert.

Fortunately, the nude model is not all stripped, and there is a quick fig leaf. He has covered his body with some kind of monster oil to make his muscles look full of vitality.

"Pretend to be contemplative, no, squint down 45 degrees, that's it, don't blink, keep still for two hours."

Iman: "..."

At the beginning of the class, students of all ages, male and female, sat neatly, took out their brushes and began to paint. As a model, Iman sighed in his heart, Da Vinci, Da Vinci, you lived What are the days?

Not long after, Master Ofroki brought a few guests to visit. Looking at the costumes of those guests, they were all the favorite shell costumes of the nobles of the Eastern Roman Empire. After processing, it is as light as a feather and as hard as steel, and it is threaded together with gold thread, which is the most popular dress for the upper class nobles this year.

"Housekeeper Feng Baili, these children are my disciples. You see, this child has only been studying for three months, and he knows how to use light and dark tones. Look at the child on the right. He won the Eastern Roman Empire Youth Painting Competition." I won the first prize." Master Overloki waited on them carefully, but he couldn't help being a little proud when talking about the few proud disciples he taught.

"En. It still looks like the same thing." Butler Feng Baili walked in front, and he was the most honorable one among the few. Everyone saw the direction of the wind, and they all spoke well for Master Ofroki.

"Everyone." Steward Feng Baili stood in front of the podium and said coldly: "It is very important to choose a painting tutor for the young master this time. Many elders and I recommend everyone from the Eastern Roman Empire, but I think that our new Loulan Even a master painter can’t do it? Facts have proved that the artistic level of our purple-eyed people is no worse than that of the Eastern Roman Empire. Master Ofroki, if you put up all the works of these children, I will personally ask the Lord of the Sky recommend you."

Ofroki is naturally grateful to Dade, and being able to climb the line of the mentor of the young master of the sky means that he has secured the position of the first painter in Xinloulan.Needless to say, there will be a lot of money in the future, and the value of the previous paintings will immediately increase by a hundred times.

All the students' paintings were brought up and handed over to Butler Feng Baili. He flipped through one by one, the corners of his eyes gradually raised, obviously becoming more and more satisfied, and suddenly his face sank, his eyes were cold, and he said : "Da Vinci, who is Da Vinci?"

"My lord, I'm Da Vinci." Iman got off the stage.

"You!" Butler Feng Baili teased, "How many years have you studied painting with Ofroki?"

"My lord, the younger one has studied under Master Ofroki since he was seven years old, and it has been seven years now. I am the teacher's best disciple." Yiman replied ignorantly.

"Seven years, return the best disciple." Steward Feng Baili looked haughty, walked up to Master Ofroki, and threw Da Vinci's egg work on his face: "Master Ofroki, it really is Master, so you are at this level."

A bewildered Overloki grabbed the painting and was taken aback. How could Da Vinci's egg work appear here?He quickly knelt down: "Housekeeper Feng Baili, please listen to my explanation. This is a misunderstanding, definitely a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Steward Feng Baili sneered: "You mean, this Da Vinci is not your disciple? Or, he didn't study for seven years at all?"

"Well, he, he is indeed my disciple. He has indeed studied for seven years." Even if Overloki had the guts, he wouldn't dare to lie.

"Well, I'm giving you a chance. You should have learned a lot in seven years." Butler Feng Baili handed a brush to Master Ofroki: "You let this disciple, Draw me a picture of the phoenix flying."

Oforoki held a pen in his hand, neither giving nor not, butler Feng Baili stared straight at him, his eyes became colder and colder: "Ofroki, I believe in your ability, no better than Dong The so-called masters in the Roman Empire were poor, but they were teachers who taught with sincerity, and disciples also learned with sincerity. What you lack is the virtue of teachers.”

Ofroki broke out in a cold sweat. The judgment of Feng Baili, the master of the sky, was like a death sentence for him. No one would dare to ask him to paint again, and no one would send his children to him. Come and learn, his previous paintings will suddenly fall into waste paper.

Ofroki sat on the ground slumped, as if he had aged ten years suddenly, and murmured: "Retribution, this is all retribution!"

Yiman suddenly felt that this old man seemed a little pitiful.

But he is very happy now. Iman's pocket now contains twenty silver coins and three gold coins, which were "transported" from the purses of those rich or expensive guests just now.

Maybe it's time to find a place and have a big meal.In the form of the magic frog for several days, it was really unbearable to eat raw fish every day.

(End of this chapter)