Dao Fruit

"This painting..."

Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at the scroll in his hand. His heart skipped a beat as his perception enveloped him.

He captured the faint beating in the painting, which was like a pulse. It was almost difficult to detect if you didn't examine it carefully.

"The painting has become a masterpiece?" This thought flashed through Qiu Yan's mind, which surprised him. Qiu Yan had participated in almost the entire process from the birth of the painting, but he did not expect such changes.

The person who painted the painting was just an ordinary weak scholar. Even though he was talented, he almost exhausted his energy and energy into the painting. If Qiu Yan hadn't given him a helping hand in time, Yu Zui would have run out of oil and even gone to the underworld. Disaster.

"Such a painting was made by a mortal and was born less than an hour ago. How could it become a masterpiece?"

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

This is a faint ray of consciousness, showing a sense of resilience.

"The Jade Sword Technique and the Eight-Character Ancient Seal Script are similar to this in terms of situation, but both of them are made by powerful hands and have experienced many encounters. And this painting is ordinary, how can it become a masterpiece? If it can If you find out the reason, you might be enlightened.”

Thinking like this, Qiu Yan calmed down and started thinking without any distractions.

"This painting is from the hand of You Zui. This person is an ordinary scholar with some talents and superb painting skills. When he was splashing ink, he was attracted by the spiritual wisdom and concentrated on it. It can be said that he reached the peak of his mind. Moreover, because of his emotions , integrating emotions and thoughts on the tip of the pen, and painting them with one stroke, which can be regarded as depicting the charm. "

"Subsequently, this painting took shape. Due to various reasons, it resonated with the soul of spiritual wisdom. It also came into contact with the woman in white who embodied the projection. It was tainted with the aura of supernatural power. It can be regarded as a foundation for practice."

"Finally, in order to awaken You Zui, I filled each stroke with energy, blood and thoughts. In order to shake out You Zui's thoughts, they spread to all parts of the painting. Although they were not evenly distributed, they were similar. In this way, It's like injecting vitality into the whole painting, could it be..."

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

Xiong Ling, the tall man with a beard, and others felt chills running down their backs when they heard the voice of "Young Master" coming from the painting, and many questions arose in their hearts. How could they dare to ask after seeing Qiu Yan's appearance?

As for You Zui, he was looking at the painting in confusion, his eyes were wandering and confused, his lips were opening and closing slightly, and he was murmuring with no meaning, as if he was talking to someone, which made Xiaoyu, the book boy next to him, feel terrified and shook his head. My young master tried several times but failed to bring him back to his senses, so he couldn't help but become more frightened.

"There seems to be a sound coming from the painting."

"Yes, I heard it too. Could it be another goblin?"

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

They didn't dare to ask Qiu Yan, but they didn't have much scruples about each other. Several people talked in low voices with fear 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. The more they looked at it, the more they became frightened. They could vaguely see a woman in white, looking at them coldly and expressionlessly.

Cold sweat was streaming down the foreheads of several people. Even Hu Qi and Dai Guo were affected by this depressing atmosphere and felt a little uncomfortable, with their scalps numb.

However, their changes in mentality had no impact on Qiu Yan. While recalling the previous scene, he used incense and thoughts to simulate and reproduce it in his spirit body, and derived many branches and analyzed them one by one.

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

"There is a drunken mind inside, there is a breath of supernatural power connected to the surroundings, and there are thoughts of energy and blood vibrating everywhere and scattered outside. This painting is unintentionally, and by chance, the breath of life is born!"

Feeling the clearer and clearer consciousness beating in the scroll, Qiu Yan shook his head. His spiritual consciousness rushed into the scroll and he wanted to wipe out this consciousness to avoid unnecessary trouble.

But just as he was thinking about it, You Zui, who was in a daze not far away, suddenly felt something. He jumped up from the ground with a shudder, ran over like crazy, grabbed Qiu Yan, and said Shouting: "Don't hurt her! Don't hurt her!" He looked like a madman.

Qiu Yan frowned slightly, and the invisible true energy came out from his body, laying an invisible shield around him, blocking You Zui's footsteps. Following his spiritual consciousness, he found the newly born core of consciousness in the scroll. Wrap it up and break it into pieces.

But at this moment, a wave of sadness and sorrow emerged from the core of his consciousness, and along with a sentence, it impressed 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. After thinking about it, he understood the reason. He knew that only by enlightening the other person with his Qi and blood could the painting come to life. He was indeed worthy of being called "Father", but he wanted to return home. I thought, but my heart was not moved at all.

However, at the moment when his consciousness was about to shatter, the Li Gua in the spirit body shook, and the Book of Luck flipped in the air, sending out a mysterious message, which made Qiu Yan have some insights, and his consciousness stagnated.

"Huh?" Qiu Yan's eyes were still staring at the painting, but hazily, he seemed to have seen through a layer of fog, chopping through the waves in the long river of history and destiny, and captured a picture in which there were two people. The woman in white confronts and fights.

Inexplicably, a wave of hostility arose 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. Instead of reducing my luck, it actually helps!"

Thinking like this, Qiu Yan became more and more confused, but he finally gathered his consciousness and did not wipe out the consciousness in the painting. Immediately, he felt that the consciousness in the painting showed emotional fluctuations of relaxation and gratitude.

"Since this picture has other implications, it doesn't hurt to stay, but some things still have to be done after all."

As soon as he thought of this, Qiu Yan did not pause. His consciousness turned and flowed in the painting, releasing bursts of sage aura.

The flat scroll actually bounced and twisted, and with a few "bang bang" sounds, fragments of thoughts flew out from it, releasing human greed, disintegrating and disappearing without a trace.

"After all, this painting is based on the embodied projection of that spiritual wisdom soul. It is inevitable that there will be residual thoughts, which must be eliminated so that they will not be affected in the future. Since we plan to let the thoughts in the painting come to the world, we cannot let it go."

After thinking about it, he took back his energy, raised his hand and threw the painting over, but You Zui caught it in his hand.

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

"Since it's your own choice, you should take care of yourself..." After Qiu Yan finished speaking, a voice came from the side——

"Please ask this gentleman to help clear up Zhang's doubts."

The person talking was the long-haired swordsman Zhang Yue. With a sincere expression on his face, he held his sword and cupped his fists: "Zhang has practiced swordplay since he was a child. From the outside to the inside, he has developed a set of sword skills. He is invincible when fighting against warriors of the same level. He is worthy of the sword." It is said that I am invincible at the same level, but this set of exercises does not have the guidance of a famous teacher, and it will eventually come to an end. I am traveling all over the world just to find a way to break through the shackles. Please teach me, sir!" As he said this, he bowed deeply! .

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

Qiu Yan and Yan Yongjie met on Jiannan Road. Yan Yongjie was from Yanzhao and was trapped at the peak of foundation building, so he traveled around the world. By chance, he got "New World Insights" and gave it to Qiu when he was on Jiannan Road. 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 used the ancestral skills to pass on some of the life-cultivation methods written by Yin Xiao'e to Yan Yongjie. Only then did he break through the bottleneck and achieve the legendary innate state in the martial arts. From then on, he embarked on the life-cultivation journey. On the road, life expectancy will increase greatly, and you will embark on the path of spiritual practice.

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

"This Zhang Yue has a strong will, but the space between his eyebrows is too empty, indicating that he has no destiny..."

Qiu Yan thought to himself, with divine power and incense thoughts coming from the cave in his soul, filling his eyes. His eyes immediately shined brightly, like bright stars in the dark night.

When the light shone on Zhang Yue's body, his vague cause and effect was revealed. However, he was also captured by the strange vision in Qiu Yan's eyes and did not dare to say anything.

After 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. He can only tell you some reading experience. How much you can understand from it depends on you. ”

Zhang Yue was stunned when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed. Regardless of the meaning of Qiu's words, he saluted again and thanked him.

Later, Qiu Yan talked with him about some principles in the book, and gradually extended them to the way of "knowing and doing" that he had summarized.

This way of knowing and doing has already taken form. Because Qiu Yan originally took it from the framework of the previous life, and he used his supernatural power to peer into the long river of history, as long as he slowly improves it and learns from other theories in the future to make it gradually conform to the situation of this life, he can change it. It becomes a principle that can be generalized.

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

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

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

"This man thought that by sealing my spiritual wisdom soul, he would be infallible. But he didn't know that I possess seven levels of spiritual consciousness. Even if my soul is locked, the Nascent Soul can sense it from a distance. However, these mysterious words he said are... Make me a wedding dress!” (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)