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"Where's Teacher Zhen?" Qin Shuang asked softly.

Luo Xiaofei raised her finger and pointed to the door of the studio. His face was full of worry. Qin Shuang's heart was stunned, could it be that with the sixteen paintings he gave, Donnie Yen hadn't comprehended the soul of the Battle of the Scarlet Plains?

"Teacher, her?"

Wen Tianqiang shook his head lightly and said, "Teacher's spirit...... Some crashes. ”

Qin Shuang's heart was shocked, he stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, and saw Donnie Yen sitting on the chair with his hands in his hair.

Qin Shuang took a deep breath, and the look on his face became ugly. With her powerful soul, she instantly felt that the breath on Donnie Yen's body floated with a faint death aura, which was a kind of appearance that was deeply trapped in a spiritual world, a kind of loss, extreme loss, and a loss that had no love in life.

She just sat there in a freeze motion, not reacting to Qin Shuang's entry in the slightest, like an inanimate statue, and like a black and white spiritual painting that had lost its color......

Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei stood behind Qin Shuang, and Wen Tianqiang lowered his voice and said to Qin Shuang:

"Bao Ziqing came here just now!"

Qin Shuang's eyes flashed, and he whispered, "What is he doing here?"

"I don't know, we saw him in the hallway, and he was coming out of the teacher's door. ”

Qin Shuang nodded, don't think about it, that Bao Ziqing won't say anything good. Gently walked up to Donnie Yen and called softly:

"Teacher Zhen!"

Donnie Yen didn't move at all. It was as if he had turned into a stone man, and he didn't hear the sound of Qin Shuang at all.

"Senior Sister Qin, help the teacher!" Wen Tianqiang's voice was pleading.

Behind the piano pair. Luo Xiaofei also looked at Qin Shuang with pleading in her eyes, her hands were wringed in front of her, and she opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't open her mouth in the end.

"Teacher Zhen!"

Qin Shuang called again, and Donnie Yen's body trembled slightly, as if he heard Qin Shuang's call. Slowly raised her head and saw Qin Shuang standing in front of her, and her expression perked. Then he became gloomy again, buried his head in his palm again, and said in a voice with extreme weakness and loss:

"Qinshuang, I failed!"

Qin Shuang's gaze fell on the spirit pattern painting on the table. Stared at the time for a few breaths:

"Teacher Zhen. Can I take a look?"

Donnie Yen didn't raise his head and said, "You can watch it if you want to." ”

Qin Shuang looked back at Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei. The two of them stood in the doorway with embarrassed expressions, not knowing whether they should quit or stay. Qin Shuang thought for a moment and said:

"I don't know how far the teacher has drawn it, but it's probably bloody and ferocious, and if you want to see it, close the door. If you have scruples, quit. ”

Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei glanced at each other. Wen Tianqiang took a step forward firmly. A trace of hesitation flashed between Luo Xiaofei's expressions, after all, when Qin Shuang painted the first Spirit Pattern Painting of the Battle of the Scarlet Plains. She was so scared that she peed. At that time, it was only one of the sixteen paintings, and this time it was a complete spiritual pattern painting painted by Mr. Zhen who synthesized the essence of the sixteen paintings. She didn't know if she would be able to withstand the shock. However, with the yearning for artistic conception painting, Luo Xiaofei finally closed the door, and then took a step forward and stood beside Wen Tianqiang.

Qin Shuang nodded, turned his gaze to the spirit pattern painting on the table, and then injected a soul power.

"Boom ......"

The entire room disappeared, and the four of them seemed to be in a bloody battlefield, the battlefield of the Battle of the Bloody Plains. The low-level warriors on the ground were colliding with each other, the sound of weapons colliding, the tooth-aching sound of weapons slashing into bones, screams, roars......

It was not a battle between two people, but a battle between thousands of people, like two hurricanes raising huge waves that stretched to the horizon, hitting each other fiercely, and there was a huge roar everywhere.

in the sky.

The dense high-level martial artists were like hummingbirds covering the sky and the sun, just like two clouds covering the sky colliding towards the middle, and from time to time a warrior fell from the sky screaming miserably.

Luo Xiaofei's body had begun to tremble, her legs trembled vigorously, she found that her lower abdomen was a little swollen again, and a urge to urinate came, so she couldn't help but clamp her legs tightly, and told herself vigorously in her heart.

"It's fake, it's all fake, it's just a spirit painting. ”

Wen Tianqiang's eyes were wide open, and his face showed excitement, and his two big hands clenched from time to time, then released, released, and clenched again......

Donnie Yen was the same as he was, Qin Shuang watched carefully, and then frowned. On the whole, this painting still reflects the cruelty of the bloody plain, but there is still a kind of rupture in the whole artistic conception, which is like a person singing, but the singing is intermittent, which is the reason why the sixteen paintings are not fully integrated.

Qin Shuang thought about it for a while, and understood the reason in his heart, although he had sixteen paintings provided by himself, after all, Donnie Yen had not participated in that battle, and it was not difficult to completely integrate these sixteen local battles into a grand battle.

At this time, the soul power injected into the spirit pattern painting was exhausted, all illusions disappeared in an instant, and there was a heavy breathing sound in his ears, Qin Shuang turned his head to look, and saw Wen Tianqiang's eyes were red, and he looked crazy, while Luo Xiaofei was extremely frightened, Qin Shuang knew that these two people were going to fall into the devil, and immediately condensed the power of the soul and shouted:

"Wake up!"

The three people in the room woke up, not only Wen Tianqiang, who fell into madness, and Luo Xiaofei, who fell into fear, but also Donnie Yen, who was in a state of loss, was shocked and raised his head.

Qin Shuang rolled up the spirit pattern painting on the table, put it aside, and then spread a piece of spirit pattern paper, Donnie Yen was up, she understood what Qin Shuang was going to do, and immediately came to the table and personally mixed Qin Shuang with cinnabar. Qin Shuang picked up the pen and thought for a while, if he painted the final work that fused sixteen paintings, I am afraid that Donnie Yen would not paint the Battle of the Scarlet Plains again, because that would be plagiarizing the paintings of his own students, and Donnie Yen's character would not be able to do such a thing. picked up the spirit pattern pen and turned his head to Donnie Yen and said:

"Teacher, do you know where your drawing is?"

"Hmm!" Donnie nodded.

"Teacher, I can't merge sixteen local battles into one, but I can merge two local battles, teacher, take a good look, maybe it will enlighten you. ”

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