Chapter 39: Brother, you are running like crazy
The cave is new and people are excited.
Each Jindan monk will have his own cave, and the sect will also receive a large amount of spiritual stone subsidies every month to facilitate the Jindan monks to practice and carry out reforms in spells or utensils.
As for Li Zimo, who is good at medical skills, his future research direction will focus on blood and medical assistance.
It’s just that his formal enthronement ceremony has not yet begun, and the sect has not assigned tasks to him yet, which gives Li Zimo a rare period of free time.
In fact, when he was in seclusion before, he stabilized his realm in two days.
After all, he is a person who has been stuck at the peak of foundation building for a long time. He can stabilize the realm just after entering, not to mention he is still a genius.
The spiritual energy in Zifu has been absorbed by the golden elixir just obtained. The use of magic power is like using the arms and fingers. With a thought, you can condense the talismans and cast spells very quickly.
There are also golden elixir Taoist charms, apricot grove and Danqing magical powers. The taste of them is really mysterious and mysterious, and it is indescribable.
After his realm was stable, he began to play "Righteous Survivor" crazily.
Although he had sworn not to play games before, what does the inner demon oath sworn by Foundation Establishment Li Zimo have to do with my Golden Pill Li Zimo?
And when I was promoted to the golden elixir, all the entanglements and hesitations in my heart were eliminated, my mind was spotless, and all my inner demons were killed.
Just after exiting the game, he got a new game, which made Li Zimo feel very happy.
After playing the first ending, Li Zimo began to think deeply.
Could it be that Fang Wai is really an undercover agent?
Funny mentality, right?
In just one hour, his mood kept falling from the sky to the bottom, and then from the bottom to the sky again.
In the later stages of the game, his mood continued to decline as the plot progressed, and finally turned silent.
Unlike Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples, Jindan monks have a very stable state of mind and do not get angry easily.
For example, Li Zimo, after playing, he would not want to catch Fang Wai and beat him like other disciples. He only hoped to lock him in a dark room and force him to change the ending.
This is the confidence that Jin Dan brings to him.
Walking to the window, Li Zimo looked at the moonlight tonight in silence, thinking about who Fang Wai was.
I don’t care if you are asleep now.
I can’t sleep anyway.
With a long sigh, he felt that there were thousands of thoughts in his heart, but they were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.
Fang Wai, Fang Wai...
How can you be so cruel.
What a good Ye Qingyuan, you made her look like this. If you say you are not a demon, who else is a demon?
Sighing, Li Zimo didn't know what to say.
He could only pick up paper and pen, splash ink and draw as he pleased, and in a short time he drew a moving picture.
The girl on the scroll is dressed simply, with cold eyes and a lifelike expression. At first glance, she looks like a flower on the high mountain, but if you look closely, she has the tenderness of a girl next door.
Just one painting was not enough, so Li Zimo put the still-dry painting aside and then drew a new one.
In the new painting, the girl still looks cold and arrogant, but there is a bit more shyness between her brows and eyes. The beginning of love is hidden in her heart, giving the girl a little more tenderness.
Not long after, many paintings were completed. Every movement and expression of Ye Qingyuan in the plot was recorded by him and can be put into the bamboo slips at any time.
And now that he is a Golden Elixir monk, he can dismantle the talismans in the bamboo slips with just one thought, and he can easily put the pictures he drew into the bamboo slips.
Just as he was about to put it in, he realized something was wrong.
The quantity does not match.
He restored all the pictures in the game he had seen, but this was only one-third of all the pictures.
He had never seen a lot of pictures, and he had not read a lot of text. This discovery made him stunned for a while, and then he remembered that there seemed to be different options in the game.
“Could it be that different options correspond to different story directions? Is this still possible?”
Restarting the bamboo slips, Li Zimo entered "Mountain Journey" again and made different choices, and then found that the plot was indeed different.
"Sure enough, I knew it! It's impossible for Mr. Fang Wai to do such a cruel thing. I was just too weak before. This time, I will definitely have a perfect ending." Then, Li Zimo became depressed again .
The ending this time was even worse than last time. In the end, Ye Qingyuan's inhuman appearance made Li Zimo stunned.
Just reading the text was already terrible, and the pictures were even more horrifying, even he was shocked.
Surprised, the movements of his hands did not stop.
This time, Ye Qingyuan no longer looked like a human being.
The blue skin is covered with rocks, and the originally attractive face has been corroded by the wildfire, exposing the blackened bones.
Various blue-gray stones, beast bones, and mushrooms of unknown origin are densely covered on her body, showing her pain after becoming a mountain god.
The other party's eyes became even colder, and green flames burned in her eyes, hating all living creatures in the world.
After finishing the painting, Li Zimo himself was shocked.
He had no idea that a painting could be so eerie, let alone that this painting was drawn by himself.
The text in "Mountain Journey" has a special magic. With different options, the text will become more and more inclined to a certain style, which even Li Zimo was affected.
Although they have never met, Li Zimo resonated with Fang Wai through words, and under the influence of the other party, he drew works in a style that he had never tried before.
After completing the drawing, Li Zimo felt that his route had broadened a lot, and a large amount of inspiration poured down like a galaxy, making him tremble again.
The writing fully mobilized his inspiration and expanded his thinking, allowing him to discover that there is no end to the art of painting and that he can still continue to improve.
Although he wanted to draw according to his inspiration, Li Zimo still resisted.
The game is not over yet.
A new route opened. Li Zimo gritted his teeth and completed the route. Then he picked up paper and pen and released all his emotions on the paper.
When the real ending was completed, he looked at the five different Ye Qingyuan who had finished drawing and breathed a sigh of relief, and then burned them all without hesitation.
They are not Ye Qing Yuan.
The real Ye Qingyuan should be the unity of five people. Her appearance will change over time, but her inner self remains the same, as firm and beautiful as ever.
But his painting brush only touched the surface and never penetrated deep into the soul.
Only by investing all your emotions into it can you show Ye Qingyuan's true charm!
As his understanding of Ye Qingyuan increased, he felt more and more how amazing Fang Wai was.
The text alone fully mobilizes the player's imagination, allowing people to build a perfect image of Ye Qingyuan and become obsessed with her.
Not only that, Li Zimo also felt a hint of school examination.
Fang Wai seemed to know that his game would eventually come into contact with him, so he deliberately threw some questions to Li Zimo, hoping that he would catch it.
Aware of the other party's expectations, Li Zimo was so excited that he almost stood up.
This is a test for him from his idol and an opportunity for him to prove himself.
And he must seize this opportunity to prove that the other party's vision is correct.
Resurrection, Ye Qingyuan!
Through my writing, show your true attitude!
Picking up the pen excitedly, Li Zimo burst into excited laughter, and then started drawing crazily.
At this moment, Li Zimo resonated with Lin Yuan’s words and also with the practitioners in the game.
The strong emotions were vented like thunder, crossing the barriers of space and descending on the real Ye Qingyuan.
Ye Qingyuan, who was buttoning his toes, looked at Xiangyun who was twice as big as his head, opened his mouth wide, and was speechless for a while.
The disciple next to her looked at the top of Ye Qingyuan's head, felt the emotion coming from the Jindan monk, and then looked at Ye Qingyuan who was behaving inelegantly, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
That senior brother, you are running wild.
You can get a golden elixir back from something like this.
Thank you for the 100 point reward from Dutou Kong, thank you
(End of this chapter)