Way of the Devil

"Okay, eat yours, right. How did you start the morning run?" Zhuo Siqing asked the topic.

"The body feels bad, I want to exercise." Lu Sheng answered honestly.

Even if there is no extraordinary ability, blood is still there.

In response to this physical situation, he turned out a special practice to cultivate the ability of the hand and eyes. The name is a special one, called the silver magic road.

It is a Daning master of Da Yin, the exercise method created.

It is said that the highest level of practice, the ability to illusion of countless afterimages, can complete hundreds of paintings in an instant, but that painting is not a pure painting.

This method was slightly modified by Lu Sheng, so that it became more adaptable to its own situation before it began to practice.

When you get here, it has become a way to exercise your wrist flexibility. Even in many of these places, because it requires a lot of fine air to work, it is not appropriate.

In order to make up for the shortcomings, Lu Sheng has dissolved a single reminder to integrate it into his body and slowly nourish himself.

Although the spirits do not conform to the rules of the world, as long as they are not isolated, they will not have much impact.

"Exercise is a good thing, but don't practice yourself." Zhuo Siqing reminded. "After a while, I still have a painting forum. I will go to participate. I will prepare meals in advance. You can eat it at home."

"Good." Lu Sheng nodded.

Dongyuan Qiulu has already had some clues about applying fertilization, which provides fifteen special lines with different lines.

The way to exercise your spirit is to constantly observe these patterns every day, and the line of sight swims along every line of the pattern.

Lu Sheng has been exercising for several times, and he feels that there is a faint sense of coolness in the soul. He also feels a little tighter, just like what is a huge force to suppress his soul.

Soon, it took more than a month to pass.

Lu Sheng gradually got used to such a day. Under the powerful spirit of his own, the basic painting technique controlled his hands and practiced continuously, and he has successfully upgraded to the advanced stage.

Some basic sketches such as landscapes also seem to be strong.

Almost a distance to become a formal painter, only one step away.

The other harvest is that his body is getting taller and taller and his body is much thicker.

Strong muscles are gradually protruding on the upper legs of the arms. The height of the original one meter six, even under the fusion of the lingering silk, smashed a few centimeters, and now it is already one meter seven.

And Dongyuan Qiu Lu fertilizes, this book is divided into nine layers, with the help of the spirit of the peak of the soldiers, this law will soon break through the first layer, into the second layer, and now began to observe another pattern.

Life is just a little passing away.

Soon, it was time for Zhuo Siqing to participate in the new round of the National Artists Competition.

The wish is to satisfy the wishes for Zhuo Siqing, so Lu Sheng is idle, and simply follow.

In the first round of the national competition, the artist first made a primary election in the district. The top three in the area will be eligible to travel to the central city.

The events here are all in accordance with the national and international center of the town, and the level one level.

There are also several kinds of events, one of the most authoritative is the World Gods Eye Contest.

Lu Sheng is still idle when he is idle. Every day, he observes the gods and is not limited to places. Then he followed Zhuo Siqing and went to the registration office in the district.

"Zhu Siqing, you are coming again? Can you do this year?" The old man in charge of the registration smiled and asked.

"Crap, affirmation!" Zhuo Siqing waved his hand.

"You are mentally good enough."

Awkwardly, a seal was stamped up, and the old man handed the well-written list to Zhuo Siqing, and looked at Zhuo Zhenyu behind him.

"Really strong." He couldn't help but admire the sentence.

"Strong is to eat." Zhuo Siqing helplessly.

"Is this still not good?" The old man smiled and said, "Well, go in, take your paintings, go to the old place, someone will do the evaluation."

There will also be a special public voting session. With a total score of 50, the top three are shortlisted, no problem? ”

"No!" Zhuo Siqing nodded.

"Can I go in?" Lu Sheng asked.

"You can, but you don't have the right to vote." The old man smiled.

"It's okay." Lu Sheng waved his hand, and the palm of the palm-sized hand saw the old man's eyelids jump straight. "I will take a look and see people vote."

If Zhuo Siqing can be short-listed and can't be short-listed, he feels that he has the obligation to help him.

As for how to help, what is the public voting, although he will not paint, but if he takes the shot, it should be no problem to take more than 40 points.

He has already thought about it. Those paintings are better than Zhuo Siqing’s works. When he arrives, he will go to the vicinity to go around.

The two fathers and sons quickly entered the entrance of the exhibition hall.

"I haven’t seen it so strong before, the bigger the child is, the bigger the change." The old man was slightly stunned at the back.

Lu Sheng followed the exhibition hall, inside the red and white walls, everywhere is a variety of paintings hanging on the wall.

A fat, glasses-looking businessman looks like a man standing in the entrance hallway, checking the identity of the incoming person one by one.

Zhuo Siqing took the road to the front and carefully handed out his painting association membership card and personal ID card.

"Zhuo Siqing? Are you still here?" The fat businessman saw the two fathers and sons, but also some helplessness.

"I have said it many times. Your level is really not enough. It doesn't matter how many times you go."

"Heavier participation, focus on participation." This time Zhuo Siqing did not dare to blow again. Only the forehead saw the sweat slightly and handed over his ID.

"Okay, let's go in." The fat businessman said and looked at the road behind him.

Feeling a strong pressure on the face, so that he could not help but breathe.

The two fathers and sons finally entered the exhibition hall.

Zhuo Siqing was also relieved and turned to the right color to Lu Shengdao.

"In fact, I was just hiding my strength. The chubby businessman didn't know my details, because his son is also one of the contestants, so I can also numb opponents."

"" Lu Sheng is speechless, really when he is a fool, so obviously can not see?

"Do not worry, your boss is very strong, I have two groups of partners, although not as good as me, but also very strong.

According to the standard, there are three themes and a painting theme. I will take you to know each other. ”

Zhuo Siqing did not realize that his son was speechless, dragging him all the way to the depths of the museum.

The innermost exhibition hall is divided into a number of small compartments, with different combinations of paintings in different compartments.

Soon Zhuo Siqing took Lu Sheng and went to the compartment on the left side.

"Rui Xiong, Irene! Come see my son!"

Zhuo Siqing yelled and pulled the road to rush in, scared the two of them who were sitting in the fight and almost fell back.

"Zhu Shu! Your voice is too loud!!!" The girl screamed at the table, and stood up and shouted.

The boy on the side is ugly and squinting.

"me"

"What the **** are you! Don't scare me!!" The girl rushed over to hold him.

The "face-to-face" boy tried to talk, but he was obviously short of breath and couldn't speak.

Hey!

When Lu Sheng walked over, it was a slap in the face of the boy.

puff!

The boy spit out a piece of bread and his face quickly relieved.

"The bread is stuck! Thank you very much." He quickly thanked Lu Sheng.

Zhuo Siqing also knew that he was scared by two people, but he was laughing with a smug look, and did not agree with it. He also thought it was fun.

Irene was relieved to see the boy, and it was a relief.

"My name is Rui Xiong. She is Irene. We are all members of the Painting Association. This time I came to participate in the official painting competition." The boy got up and reached out to Lu Sheng. "You are Xiaoyu mentioned by Zhuo Shu?"

"Well." Lu Sheng nodded. Reaching out his hand and gently gripping him. "I am going to trouble you."

"It's okay, I am the same age as Irene. They are all eighteen. You will call me a male brother later, not a bear, a majestic male!" Boy Rui Xiong seriously said to Lu Shengdao.

"it is good."

"My name is Irene, you can call me Lin sister." The **** the side came over and introduced herself enthusiastically.

"You all have to participate in the competition?" Lu Sheng asked a question.

"Yeah, in fact, I didn't want to participate so early, but Zhuo Shu had to say that he took me with me and dragged me hard." Rui Xiong was quite helpless.

"Heavier participation, focus on participation! Participating in such competitions is good for your young people." Zhuo Siqing laughed heartily.

"Yes, it is because Zhuo Shu also came. Then we all touched each other and took out the last appointments." Rui Xiong suggested.

"I will first, first!" Irene volunteered, first picking up a huge frame of half a person from behind, and a layer of white cloth on the top.

"Look at me! This time, the theme is harvest, I will draw a picture with the theme of autumn harvest."

Hey.

She jerked open the canvas.

A little golden light flew out of the frame.

Lu Sheng’s pupils shrank, and he seemed to faintly hear the snoring of countless wheat waves.

A faint scent of wheat fluttered in the air, as if he was now in the middle of the encirclement of countless golden wheat waves.

The sun is warm and warm, and it shines on the body, as if the whole person is lazy.

"This is what is this painting??" Lu Sheng quickly returned to look at the picture frame, the above is just a large field of wheat, and nothing else.

But the strange feeling just now, like really entering a large field of wheat, feeling the splendid scenery.

His five senses seemed to be deceived and instantly entered the environment.

"Great! Irene's painting skills have improved." Rui Xiong sighed with a thumbs up.

Obviously, he does not look strong, his physical condition is average, but he wakes up after Lu Sheng’s second.

"Look at yours! Fast!" Irene quickly urged the bear.

In desperation, Rui Xiong also quickly hugged his paintings.

Hey!

The canvas was uncovered.

A fragrant fruit aroma, quickly and intensely diffuse.

Lu Sheng feels like he has shrunk countless times in an instant, standing between the gaps of countless fruits, looking for adventure.

The nostrils are full of fruity aromas, and the sweet juice can be tasted in the mouth.

Going back to God, he looked again, only to find that in the frame, he just drew a fruit basket.

"It's me!" Zhuo Siqing hurry to hold his own paintings. The difference is that he also has a picture frame. "And my son's also show it to everyone!"

After waiting for the road to react, he saw him open the canvas and show the two paintings below.

Lu Sheng is a sketch of the rules, but fortunately.

But his own, but the three people painted, three hands looking at the starry sky.

The sea breeze boasted and looked at the blurred outline. It seems that the three people are painting him and Ricky Eileen three.

Just looking at the picture, you can give people a deep and deep friendship. The three were all intoxicated, as if they had melted into this splendid starry sky.

Just the eye that is so spicy

The three are naked, not wearing clothes, especially Irene, but also the three points are not generally clear.

The entire compartment was silent for a moment.