Chapter 452 Painting in the Painting
Jiang Lin picked up a painting casually, which was a picture of "Sending a Child".
Under the colorful auspicious clouds, the word "send a child" evolved, which means a beautiful thought.
But under this auspicious cloud, the woman's figure stroking the empty pillow in the middle of the night.
The helplessness and resentment on the face are clearly visible.
Gu Anning said, "The painting of my father-in-law is a picture of a bird, why is there only one dead branch?" Jiang Lin turned around and saw that there was a large blank space on the painting, only one dead branch. The branches are vivid.
The old man explained: "This painting means that there were birds here and there will be spring in the future."
"Oh? Interesting." Gu Anning has never seen anyone paint like this. The transmission of God, not his thoughts, but only means the profound meaning.
Jiang Lin looked at the painting, but he felt a different feeling in his heart.
The old man said that there were birds in the painting, but now they have flew away and will not come back only when spring comes.
But if he doesn't say it, who can know?
The missing bird in this painting seems to be somewhat similar to itself.
The painter knows that there are birds, but others cannot see them.
Just like myself, it has clearly existed in the fragments of the long river of history, but if the effect of "the painting of the world" is removed, everything will disappear.
Even if this world still exists, it can tell others that they have existed.
But when someone who has never seen me can believe me, it will only feel ridiculous.
"The birds that only appeared in the painting..."
Jiang Lin looked at the old man and asked, "Even if you said that, others think that this bird does not exist. After that, what is the point? "
The old man said, "I want to ask this master, do you know what painting is?"
Jiang Lin said, "A painting is a painting."
"No..." The old man shook his head and said, "In the heart of the old man, painting is a cage."
" Everything in the world can be imprisoned in the market and cannot escape. "
"Do you know who do I take the pen and paint?" Jiang Lin wanted to say, you are a painter.
But looking at the old man's appearance, the answer was probably wrong, so he said, "You are famous."
The old man first bowed to Lin'an Mansion, complained about his crime, and then said, "I think the painter should be a painter. Be the king. My pen can control the world. If you want to see what you see in the painting, you can see what you see. If you want to lose what you see. "
" To say something ruthless, even a real emperor Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's not as good as the young man in painting. "
" Therefore, the painter is a prisoner and a king. What does others think about it? "
Gu Anning listened to the novelty and looked at the painting with great interest.
But Jiang Lin was shocked, should the painter be the king?
In the world of [Pictures like a World], there is a beautiful picture left by the long river of history.
But this scroll is really a historical calligraphy and painting?
The magic weapon was created by himself, Daqian was established by him, and even Emperor Gu Anning was influenced by him.
Tracing forward, if the giant had not taken action when it fell, Ma Ningyan would have passed away with Tiannan Prefecture long ago.
History...
History is nothing more than a pen! "And I... am the painter." Jiang Lin murmured.
It was my own pen that drew this historical scroll.
"If these scrolls come from my hands, I will be the king among them. You can add them at will or erase them at will..."
Suddenly, Jiang Lin thought of the time when he was buried for Yu'er, and he grabbed Guangming with his hand.
Such means cannot be achieved in reality.
Even before this, he had never known how he could use such strange means.
And now, Jiang Lin understood.
Because he is painting, since he is a painter, he can naturally do anything.
If it cannot be done, it is just that the skills have not reached that level, not that it is impossible.
Jiang Lin raised his head and looked at the harsh sun hanging above the nine heavens.
A thought moved, and the world suddenly trembled, and everyone was shocked.
In an instant, the heaven and earth regained their light.
Gu Anning's surprised voice came to her ears: "What's going on? Why is there such a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth?"
He didn't notice that Jiang Lin's eyes were so dazzling.
The tremor between the sky and the earth was because Jiang Lin wanted to erase the sun just now.
But then he realized that he was not unable to do it at the moment.
But once it is done, this world will be destroyed.
It's like a scroll. If you erase the sun, you will fall into the night. No matter what happened on the canvas, it will be swallowed by darkness.
The consequences are like the destruction of the picture scroll.
So Jiang Lin thought about it and withdrew this thought.
This is not an ordinary scroll, but a unique rule of heaven and earth.
A lot of things can be done, but the rules must be followed.
Just as if I wanted to pick up that pancake, it almost caused the world to collapse.
Why is this happening?
Jiang Lin looked at the old man with bright eyes: "Why did he destroy this painting when changing the painting?"
The old man was in a panic and just came back to his senses and listened again When it comes to such a question, I can't help but be stunned.
Seeing Jiang Lin staring at him, he had to bite the bullet and think for a while, and then replied, "The little old man doesn't understand what you mean, but according to what I think, there is only one reason."
"The person who changes his paintings is just the person in the painting."
Jiang Lin's body shook again. The person who changed the painting was just the person in the painting?
The four words suddenly rose in his mind: "Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies."
He looked at the old man in front of him, turned to look at Gu Anning, and then looked at those who were full of panic, shocked and suspicious. people.
Do these people think they are in the picture?
Obviously not, just like when she first left [Pictures of the World], Ma Ningyan shouted in grief that she was not fake.
"What about me?"
"Did I really not be in the picture of another person?" Jiang Lin was a little dazed for a moment. As the story said, he couldn't tell whether he was Zhuang Zhou or a butterfly. .
Gu Anning noticed Jiang Lin's strangeness and couldn't help but ask, "Great Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
The old man was made by his name I was stunned for a moment.
Jiang Lin's age is always the same as that of the outside world. He looks similar to Gu Anning, but he is called his great-grandfather.
Maybe it is because of the higher seniority?
The old man didn't think too much, but said, "I think this master seems to have gained some understanding from the painting."
"Entertainment?" Gu Anning was even more surprised. What did you realize?
Jiang Lin's gaze turned to the old man, as if he was awake and confused, "If you want to change the painting without destroying the painting, how should the person do it?"
The old man was a little furious by him, but he had to answer.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Maybe all the paintings are combined into one, it is like the picture of me, a flying bird. If the dead branches in the painting are integrated with this world, there will be birds in the spring of the next year. If the child falls, this is true. Since it is true, it is not destroyed. "
"If it is still just a painting, it is false."
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"But for the world in the painting, everything is true. Truth and false are like life is repeated, so it is not that easy to distinguish."
The old man didn't know what he thought of, and a hint of resentment appeared on his face and sighed.
He just spoke casually and expressed his life insights.
But this sentence was like a revelation to Jiang Lin.
The confusion in my eyes was wiped out.
"If the paintings are combined into one, they will not be destroyed, and there is no distinction between true and false?"
Jiang Lin stared at the bird picture, with only a piece of dead branches on it, which must be fake.
But if this painting is integrated with reality, can it still be fake?
The cakes that you can't pick up are because they exist in the painting.
But if that is not a painting, the cake can be easily picked up.
Slight insight made Jiang Lin's breath begin to grow continuously.
The vital energy between heaven and earth was attracted and appeared directly in Jiang Lin's body without infusion.
He is the painter and the king here.
Others need to inject the energy of heaven and earth to improve, but they can easily pick it up.
From the right hand, fingers faded away the silver-white color and became as white as jade.
Ma Ning fireworks took eight years to condense the Taoist bones of his right hand.
And Jiang Lin, for only a moment.
This is not the end, it is just the beginning.
From the fingers, to the palms, to the arms.
Then there is the left hand, the left arm.
Gu Anning looked at Jiang Lin with dumbfounded moments. In a very short time, his arms condensed into Taoist bones.
Such speed is unheard of.
How powerful is the Taoist Martial Arts, how slow is the growth of cultivation?
Jiang Lin's progress speed exceeded others' perceptions.
And just the arms is not the final result.
Then it is the right leg, then the left leg, and then upward along the belly.
It was not until most of the chest was as white as jade that growth was over.
Gu Anning was shocked. How old is this? Almost all the Taoist bones of the great grandfather's body are condensed?
This Emperor Daqian couldn't help swallowing.
He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
In the end, it can only be transformed into a sentiment in my mind.
"I am worthy of being the great grandfather!"
At this time, Jiang Lin had already come back to his senses from the improvement of his cultivation.
He looked down at his hands, and could feel his strong cultivation, which could almost shake the world.
But he was not too excited, because all this happened in the [painted world] world.
Once you leave here, you will be restored to the same level as before.
Unless one day, he can truly combine all the paintings into one as the old man said.
At that time, the fake ones were also real!
Nevertheless, Jiang Lin still gained great benefits.
For example, the upgrade progress of the boxing man in this world reaches 83% at this moment!
For so long, this is Jiang Lin’s only skill to improve.
"It turns out that this world cannot be improved, but you must understand it to get benefits, and this benefit will not disappear because of the picturesque effect of the world."
"Enlightenment exists in my mind Even if you return to reality, it still exists, and it cannot be taken away by any rules of heaven and earth. "
Looking at the upgrade progress prompts of the boxing man world, Jiang Lin had a kind of intuition, when he upgraded again , is the moment when you blend the [painted world in the world] with reality. "I just don't know how much it can be integrated?" "Great grandpa?" Gu Anning couldn't help but shout.
Jiang Lin turned his head and saw his uneasy look, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I'm fine."
And then, Jiang Lin looked at the old man again.
He took out gold from his arms that was more powerful than his fist, put it on the painting table, and then bowed to the old man: "Thank you for your advice."
The old man quickly replied the gift, but in his eyes I was a little confused, what did I give me some advice?
"I took this painting away." Jiang Lin picked up the bird picture and rolled it up and put it solemnly in his arms.
Gu Anning followed him and asked subconsciously: "Grandpa, have you given me a gift of gold? Why are there so much more?" Jiang Lin smiled slightly and stretched out his hand.
Gu Anning looked over and saw a piece of gold as big as a fist in the palm of her palm, which was born out of thin air.
Gu Anning couldn't help but be stunned. He looked up and saw Jiang Lin smiling.
"It's just gold, how much you want, how much you have."
(This chapter ends)