Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?

When this thought came up, I suddenly felt that the world was wide!

Li Zimo's irritability disappeared, and a large amount of inspiration rushed down like a waterfall, allowing him to bathe in the ocean of inspiration.

With a fierce wave of his hand, the door of the room was slammed shut, and the fine rice paper floated in the air.

Then, the four treasures of the study were ready, and the brush full of ink was held by him, and then he threw it hard at the rice paper in front of him.

The ink was poured down, and under the control of Li Zimo's exquisite soul, every drop of ink rushed to where it should go. After a dozen breaths, it fell layer by layer, splashing out a painting with great Taoist charm.

On the seven-foot-high painting, an unknown cultivator stood with a sword in his hand, and in front of him were hundreds of millions of evil demons.

Although the enemy was numerous and we were few, the back of the unknown cultivator was like a mountain, like a sea-stabilizing needle in front of the black sea of ​​evil demons, which made people feel extremely stable.

Although it was just a casual work, Li Zimo has already shown the charm of the nameless monk, and the effect is several times better than Lin Yuan's original version.

Just looking at this painting, Li Zimo frowned.

It's too ordinary!

In his heart, the nameless monk should be more stable and selfless.

He is the last hope of the righteous path, so his appearance cannot be so clean, and his weapons should not be so neat.

He has to be a little dirty.

These dirt is not filth, but the honor on him, the proof that he has crossed the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the indispensable weight of his life.

Reaching out and pulling, he pulled out the ink on the rice paper and repainted it.

The nameless monk in the new painting looks quite embarrassed.

His Taoist robe is already tattered, and his magic weapon is full of scratches, but the other party's expression is still firm, like a copper pea that can't be broken or cooked, looking firmly into the distance.

Compared with the previous one, this painting has a stronger Taoist charm, and the temperament of the nameless monk is more outstanding. People will be dormant by his demeanor just by seeing him, and understand that this person has countless stories.

If it were an ordinary monk, he could be proud of such a painting.

But Li Zimo didn't.

He looked at the painting in front of him critically, and then shook his head in dissatisfaction.

It's still average.

He killed his comrade-in-arms and left him with an orphaned child. How can such an ordinary painting be used to mourn him!

Continue!

At this moment, Li Zimo was completely immersed in painting.

It seemed that he had touched the brush for the first time. Painting was no longer a tool for breakthrough, but a channel for him to vent his emotions.

The despair accumulated before burst out at this moment, allowing his painting skills to continue to improve and move towards a higher level.

He felt that time seemed to stop, the sounds around him disappeared, the whole world was silent, and there was only his brush.

He kept drawing and revising. Every time he redrawn, his skills improved by leaps and bounds, allowing him to constantly break through himself and reach a higher level.

After an unknown amount of time, he stopped.

At this time, Li Zimo became thinner and thinner, but his eyes were unusually bright.

He took a few steps back, distanced himself from his new work, and then began to appreciate his most satisfactory work.

Although it was only a few strokes, the nameless monk came to life on the paper, perfectly showing his charm and temperament.

The vigorous vitality jumped on the paper, but behind that vigorous vitality, there was extreme forbearance and restraint.

The complex emotions made people feel the despair in his body, and the tenacious hope after being hit by despair countless times.

And it was this hope that was the most precious part of the entire game, and it was also the most powerful weapon for the righteous to fight against the demons.

No matter who it was, as long as they had played "Survivors of the Way", they would think that this was the protagonist after seeing this painting, and they would not accept any rebuttal.

The moonlight of history shines into reality at this moment, and the sacrifices of the past are reproduced through the characters in the game at this moment, giving this painting an inexplicable charm.

Li Zimo let out a long breath and felt that his heart knot was untied.

Sitting weakly on the chair, he tilted his head and looked at the painting, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he was.

His body was extremely tired, but his soul was cheering.

This is no longer a painting.

This is atonement.

It is his atonement for his arrogance.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, he had a new idea in his heart.

The grace of the nameless person cannot be witnessed by himself alone!

Other disciples are also qualified to see this person's grace and admire this outstanding person's grace together.

So, how can more people see it?

Thinking of this, he cast his eyes on the bamboo slips beside him.

Although he still wants to play "Survivor of the Righteous Path", after painting the most satisfying masterpiece in his life, his desire to play games has decreased, and it has been replaced by another desire.

He hopes to display his works through channels, hoping that others can see his paintings and that they can also get the wonderful touch.

Thinking of this, he picked up the bamboo slips.

"I didn't play "Righteous Survivor", I just wanted to add some content here, and I didn't violate my inner demon oath."

After preparing himself mentally, Li Zimo directly took out the magic in the bamboo slips and looked at them one by one.

Although he was not as good as Master Wang, Li Zimo was also a half-step Jindan figure. He quickly classified the magic of "Righteous Survivor" and found the magic of placing illusions.

After studying this part carefully, Li Zimo found that this part was quite delicate.

In order to save space on the bamboo slips, Fangwai specially cut the pictures. Many pictures can be reused and stretched repeatedly, and a large picture effect is created with small-volume magic.

After roughly studying the principles of these magics, Li Zimo admired the mysterious Fangwai more and more.

"This Mr. Fangwai is really a strange man. He can achieve such a powerful effect by combining illusions. I used to think that his painting skills were not good, but now it seems that it should be a necessary sacrifice for capacity."

Although he understood, Li Zimo did not stop.

He carefully studied the principles and constantly understood the intentions, then pulled out various illusions and continuously optimized and replaced them, and added his own paintings little by little.

Adjusting the size of various resources, he tried little by little and experimented continuously.

And when he finally put the picture in, he looked at the brand-new game illusion, and his heart was filled with strong emotion again.

I did it!

Compared with the previous version, the modified version of "Righteous Survivor" has become more gorgeous.

He used all the capacity in the bamboo slips, and the exquisite picture performance made the quality of the game go up a level, which looked more fun.

Resisting the urge to play, Li Zimo secretly said it was a pity.

Although he put his own paintings in, he still made a lot of choices due to the capacity of the bamboo slips.

If there were more advanced bamboo slips, or even jade slips used by immortal masters, the quality of the game would be higher.

And what's more regrettable is that he can't play such a good game.

He can't play!

I really shouldn't have made a vow at the beginning!

But it's okay, although I can't play, I can let other disciples play.

Rounding it off, it's equivalent to me playing it.

With a sigh, Li Zimo comforted himself in this way, and then copied the contents of the bamboo slips several times.

With these copies, he hurried away, ready to let others taste them.

Thank you for the 100-point reward from the True Lord of Reading by chance, thank you.