"A great scholar, he deserves to be a great scholar."
In the room, Lin Yi looked at a painting in front of him, with unabashed admiration in his eyes.
In the painting, there is a dying pine tree.
The mountains are lined with rocks and the pines stand proudly.
But this painting, which is supposed to show the autumn scenery, actually makes people feel a sense of perseverance after looking at it carefully.
Even if the wind blows, it will not be affected at all.
"The bleak autumn wind is ruthless, and the green pines are independent and proud of the world..."
As these words fell, Ji Yi slowly closed his eyes, and a ray of spiritual consciousness followed. His steps did not reach the blue sky "Huhuhu..."
In an instant, a gust of cold wind roared in, carrying withered yellow leaves and spreading them all over the cliff.
“If mana is injected into this object, this ordinary painting will also have the power of a magic weapon.”
Seeing the scene in front of him, Ji Yi slowly closed his eyes.
At this moment, in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the Qi Mu Stone Stele he saw when he was in Tianluo Sea.
“Only with emotion as the source and thoughts as the guide can it be turned into an artistic conception that controls everything.”
As these words fell, an invisible wave began to flow from Lin Yi’s words. spread throughout the body.
As soon as this wave appeared, it swept across the world in the painting, and then spread to the entire world in the painting.
With Lin Yi's thoughts, the autumn in this painting began to transform.
I don’t know how long it took, but Ji Yi woke up from the darkness and frowned slightly.
“No, my thoughts can replace the world in this painting because this painting is false.
That’s why my spiritual consciousness and my magic power can work effortlessly. Complete this transformation.
But once this falsehood is put into the real world, my magic power, my spiritual consciousness, and even my whole being will be different from this real world. < br>
Just like a drop of water falling into the vast ocean, it is insignificant at all. "
"The method is right, but it is not enough. "
As these words fell, Ji Yi couldn't help but light up after pondering for a long time.
"Whether it's love or thoughts, it all starts from the heart..."
After thinking this, Ji Yi looked at his hands subconsciously.
"Only by uniting one's mind and transforming one's own mind into the heaven's mind can one achieve the way to transform into a god."
As these words fell, Lin Yi's mind was shaken, and the seventh-level cultivation of Yuanying that had been stagnant for many years in his body Because, at this moment, it started to operate rapidly, as if it had broken some kind of bottleneck.
If Lin Yi is willing, he can choose a place with strong spiritual energy to practice in seclusion.
Then, in less than thirty years, his cultivation level will be able to step from the seventh level of Yuanying to the ninth level of Yuanying.
Because the bottleneck between the two no longer exists at all, all that is needed is the accumulation of mana.
"The world of mortals is so wonderful, but it will be difficult to enter the mountains again."
As Lin Yi said, he exited the world in the painting.
Perhaps, he can break through the ninth level of Yuanying in a short period of time, and even reach the peak level of Yuanying.
But after that, he still had to waste a lot of time trying to attack the gods.
Since, in this world of mortals, I was able to break the shackles of cultivation in such a short period of time.
So, in the remaining thirty years, if I stay here as always, will I be able to directly step into the realm of God Transformation, and even grasp the artistic conception of a God Transformation monk?
If Ji Yi was still a little unsure in the past, now he is fully confident.
"It seems that besides making wine, I can also paint. I finally know how to spend my free time."
Thinking like this, Lin Yi walked out of the courtyard. .
Wang Huaien and Su Bai drank up all the wine that had been in stock for half a year in less than a month, which seemed like a big loss.
"But actually, for me, it's a bloody profit. I don't know if this is one of the reasons why monks are not allowed to hurt mortals for no reason.
After all, in just a few years, it is worth seclusion. Decades, even hundreds of years.
This is not comparable to elixirs and spiritual stones."
In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.
“Brother, are you painting?”
On this day, when Jiang Yu'er was about to ask Lin Yi to go to the mountains and fields to collect materials for making wine, she saw Lin Yi sitting in the small courtyard painting. This situation was simply unbelievable to her.
After all, in the past few years, almost every time she came, her brother would lie under the big tree and get drunk.
"How is it, does it look like?"
Hearing this, Ji Yi looked up at Jiang Yu'er and said.
"What does it look like?"
Jiang Yu'er was stunned for a moment, then followed Ji Yi's gaze to the front of her body and looked at the content of the painting.
On the white paper, I saw her appearance.
To be precise, it was the first time she stepped into this courtyard and met Ji Yi for the first time.
On the screen, she was wearing a light cyan dress with two pigtails. Her whole body was gray and she looked nervously at Ji Yi who was lying on the counter.
"How is it, does it look like?"
Ji Yi asked with some expectation, feeling a little nervous for no reason.
After all, he can't draw. Although he knows some new methods relative to this world, such as sketching, he is still a novice.
The difference is that this novice is a cultivator. After trying dozens of times in private, he easily mastered this painting technique.
After all, compared to alchemy, painting is too simple.
"It's not like it, it's not like it at all. How could I be so dirty?"
Jiang Yu'er's face was full of joy at first, and then she seemed to think of something, and said with a pout on her waist.
Hearing this, Ji Yi said with a pity expression.
"Is that so? Then this painting has to be destroyed. This is my first painting, hey."
As he said that, Lin Yi was about to take the scroll on the table. to destroy.
But in just a blink of an eye, a pair of small hands took the first step to put away the painting.
“Don’t destroy it.”
“Didn’t you say it doesn’t look good? Let’s just destroy it.”
“How can there be... This is the first picture my brother has painted. The painting, and the painting of Yu'er, no matter how ugly it is, as long as it belongs to her brother, Yu'er doesn't want him to ruin it like this."
As he said that, Jiang Yu'er was afraid that Lin Yi would regret it, and took it. The painting quickly ran out of the courtyard.
"This girl."
Seeing this scene, Ji Yi said with a smile on his lips.
“Don’t forget, we have to collect materials for brewing wine later.”
“I know.”
As these words fell, Jiang Yuer’s The figure also completely disappeared into the small courtyard.
Making wine makes it easy to appreciate the artistic conception, while painting is an exercise in replacing the heart of heaven with one’s own heart.
At this initial stage, both have their own advantages, and Ji Yi will naturally not let it go easily.
......
"Mom, can you frame paintings?"
As soon as Fang returned home, Jiang Yuer said excitedly while holding the scroll in her arms.
"Whose painting is it?"
Jiang asked curiously.
She knew that a month ago, a scholar went to Lin's Liquor Shop to paint. Could it be that this painting...
"Brother painted it for me, and painted my painting...Mother Dear, can you frame it?"
Jiang Yuer said with a showy look.
"Of course I will."
Hearing this, Mrs. Jiang smiled slightly and said.
"Seeing that you are so happy, I have another happy thing to tell you. Your dad has written again. This time it is different from the past..."
...(End of this chapter)