"My son... Inside the painting?"

Lai Xinghui thinks this is really ridiculous, but the truth seems to be saying that this is the case.

"Your child, obsessed with painting, obsessed with painting, in his world, only painting is everything. Li Yu paused and said: "But there are still too many disturbances in the mundane world, he can paint, but he can't just indulge in painting, concentrate on painting, so the elf who shared the troubles for him was born... The spirit was born in response to wishes, born in response to fate, and became the soul of painting. ”

"The soul of the painting, exchanging with the person outside the painting, makes the painting and the painter. Li Yu said lightly: "It's just that he didn't think that the [painting] he created was his extreme face, with the same personality as him, and he was still obsessed with painting and obsessed with painting..."

Li Yu looked at the fake Lai Siyu in front of him, and said with a smile: "You return Lai Xinghui to the present world, and Poor Dao will tell you how to paint this painting." ”

The fake Lai Siyu in front of him hesitated for a moment and said: "It's not that I don't want to, it's that he doesn't want to come out, he wants to stay inside and never come out for the rest of his life..."

Li Yu didn't feel strange when he heard it, some people felt uncomfortable not going out for a day, and felt that the otaku who stayed at home every day were Harbin beer, but what they didn't know was that for otaku, as long as there was a computer that could connect to the Internet, the whole world would no longer be lonely, but colorful.

People have their own aspirations, some people like reality, some people like the vast nothing, but colorful online world...

A truth.

"You have to face the reality after all, if you are just a simple otaku, then the poor road will naturally not care, but you have a father and a pregnant wife, which means that you have the responsibility to face the reality of this world..."

After being silent for a moment, Lai Siyu finally nodded.

Then he passed out directly, and a pale black, ink-like phantom flowed out of his seven orifices and burrowed into the painting.

When the ink penetrated into the painting, Lai Siyu in the painting was also forced to retreat, and the shadow of the painting went directly into the body that fell to the ground.

After a long time, Lai Siyu, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes.

"Son, are you awake..."Lai Xinghui next to him hurriedly comforted.

After Lai Siyu woke up, he scolded angrily.

"Who! Who kicked me out! Why did you kick me out! I want to paint, I want to paint inside! I... I want to draw!"

Lai Siyu rushed to his painting and shouted: "Why, why! You obviously promised me! Exchange with me, I am in the painting, you are outside, you... Let me in!

At this time, [Lai Siyu] in the painting also replied to Lai Siyu's words and apologized.

"Your wife... Great, she's pregnant, and pregnancy seems to mean to give birth to life? Just as you conceived me, just as you taught me about the human world, the child in your wife's womb needs you to teach it on your behalf. ”

"What he said just now is very right, I belong to this world, you belong to the world outside the painting, this is a fact that cannot be changed... You're going to come out anyway. ”

The man in the painting, which is made up of black and white lines, smiled and said.

"Face your own world..."

After listening to Lai Siyu outside the painting, his face was sluggish, and finally he hung his head down.

"yes, after all... It's your world, not mine. ”

At this time, Zhang Shao came over and hugged Lai Siyu, crying with joy: "Husband, you are finally back, I thought, I thought my husband was gone... It's great, it's wonderful..."

"Son, I didn't expect you to run into the painting..."

Facing the concern of his father and wife, Lai Siyu finally didn't speak, and after staying in the painting for a long time, he was still a little uncomfortable facing the real world.

Like, the real world is still good?

......

Inside the Taoist temple, Li Yu looked at the paintings on the table and asked.

"What do you call it?"

"I'm Lai Siyu. ”

"I mean yourself..."Li Yu emphasized two words of himself.

The portrait was silent for a moment before saying, "My own words, no name. ”

"Hmm... Let's call you to draw the soul. Li Yu looked at the painting in front of him and nodded, deciding that it was the name, knowing that the painting soul in front of him already had the concept of [self].

It's evolving pretty fast—

Lai's family decided to give this painting to themselves, especially Lai Xinghui, who hurriedly got rid of this painting that could exchange souls with his son.

For Lai Xinghui, this painting is demonic worship.

The painting soul didn't refuse anything, but said with a smile.

"So master, can you teach me how to draw a painting with a soul?"

"First of all, you have a soul in order to draw a picture with a soul. ”

"How can I have a soul?" said the painting soul was very concerned about this question.

"Naturally, you'll have a soul. Li Yu said with a smile.

The painting soul was stunned and said, "It's that simple?"

"It's as simple as that, everything has a soul, you now have a soul but no soul, and after a long time, you are very good at painting, love painting, gather the zero qi of heaven and earth, feel the incense in the world and cultivate the soul, you can draw a painting with a soul. Li Yu smiled.

The painting in the painting was stunned, but still nodded.

"Well, I believe you..."

After saying that, the painting soul went to paint.

Painting in the painting is exactly the same as the real Lai Siyu's interest.

And the previous ink chick didn't make trouble, just stood silently on the shoulder of the painter's soul, watching him paint, and from time to time there was a chirping rooster sound, which made people quiet and made Li Yu feel that he was sitting on a futon.

Li Yu looked at the painting soul in front of him, and finally couldn't help but mutter.

"This soul-painting brother is actually quite incredible, the temperament of yin and fairy energy mixed with his body makes it impossible to tell whether it is a demon or an elf..."

There are many, many stories about painting into fine, painting skin, people in painting, immortals in painting, all kinds of legends, fragrant and weird, all kinds of painting styles.

At this point, the system replied.

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the four treasures of the study, the scholar's ink, and the ink is the bridge of immortals, which have been given different meanings from the beginning of its birth. The system paused and said: "Therefore, if the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting become a spirit, even if there is no one to tutor, it will go in the direction of [immortal], don't you know the host? ”

Li Yu nodded knowingly.

"It turns out that the spirit born of qinqi, calligraphy and painting has been superior from the beginning..."