At that time, he needed to memorize what different medicinal materials looked like, and more importantly, some medicinal materials looked very similar, but the effects were completely different, so his mother asked him to draw each form silently through his memory of medicinal materials to consolidate his memory.

Speaking of which, life when I was a child was really boring, trapped in that study all day long, either reading books or memorizing, writing homework, drawing medicinal herbs, and waiting for my mother to come back at night and spot check. Everything I did at that time was not fun, it was all about killing time or being pressured by my mother.

I can't look back on the past, it's worth thinking about it, it's both sad and nostalgic.

I don't know when I can go back, even if I go back like when I was disobedient when I was a child, I was beaten by my mother a few times, but I was willing.

The boy has tears and doesn't flick, what kind of nonsense is it, he can't wait to jump into his mother's arms and cry immediately, not for anything else, but because he really misses it very much.

At night, especially when you are alone and helpless, you are the most sentimental, the most sentimental, and the most miss your relatives. Lin Suqing too.

He was ruthless, got rid of the disturbing thoughts that suddenly popped up, and finally concentrated on painting. First of all, you must ensure that you can live, as long as you can live, it is only a matter of time before you go back. What's more, this must also be the mother's wish, when she learned that her son was missing and could not be found, I am afraid that what she thought about day and night was that she hoped that her son was still alive, no matter where he was, as long as he was alive.

So, he can't die.

Pick up and put down the pen, each pen is convenient to follow a bright light on the paper, and if you look closely, this brilliance is actually different from before.

He still remembered that when he was in the summer mansion before, except for the brilliance of the edict when he painted the edict, when he painted other things, the brilliance of the brushstrokes was not much different from the color of the hairs of the sky, all of them were white and gray.

At about the time, due to the influence of the lights, no subtle changes were noticed, but because of the darkness of the night, the changes were particularly eye-catching and obvious.

The brilliance faded slightly......

Why is that?

Lin Suqing couldn't help but stop his pen and pondered, if the divine power of the Roaring Sky Pen decreased, then the brilliance should gradually dim, right?

However, although this brilliance does not say so, it can be seen that it is very powerful, and there is no tendency to be exhausted.

If it weren't for that...... Could it be ...... Is it his power?

Perhaps, because he is improving, then his strength must also be improving, right?

Can't be sure.

However, whether it is or not, you might as well think of it as a yes first. It's an exciting and enjoyable thing after all, so why not face it with a positive mindset?

That's it, he remembered, firmly and deeply in his heart. I don't know if it's because I persuaded myself and forcibly agreed, but my heart was really beating wildly because of excitement.

He decided, and his instincts told him, that was it. So even if he can't paint this Jinpeng, he already feels very happy.

This subtle change is a testament to his progress in his practice. Now he no longer relies on the power of the Howling Dog's hair, he has his own strength, the power of a slight color.

When the last stroke is finished, as soon as he lifts the pen, the big bird on the painting does not move, when he draws something before, his heart orders it to be executed, and the thing in the painting will immediately jump out, and at this moment, he has been looking forward to it for a long time, but he is still silent on the drawing paper.

Isn't it possible......

Lin Suqing felt a little chill in his heart, he took a closer look, and he didn't know where something went wrong, but it was suddenly!

Startled, he fell to the ground, and he didn't have to dodge, the splash of ink almost dodged by itself against his face.

He realized, it was done!

In the past, the rope net and the iron box were painted like a thick splash of ink when they appeared.

It's done, it's done!

Surprised, he fixed his eyes and saw that the thick ink landed on the ground, and sure enough, it turned into a Jinpeng bird!

After flapping its wings twice, the golden bird twisted its neck and combed the golden feathers on its back.

It was golden, foggy, and shining in the darkness of the night, like a dream.

The most surprising thing is that Lin Suqing's original painting of Jinpeng is not so perfect at all, the painting is rough and shallow, the painting paper is limited, and the Jinpeng bird painted by His Majesty even has big wings on one side and small wings on the other, and even the legs and claws are a little long and short.

But when this Jinpeng bird appeared, it was in perfect shape, exactly like what he imagined!

Marvellous!

Mysterious and mysterious!

Incredible!

Spectacular!

He couldn't find any words in his mind that were enough to modify this situation, and the voice and exclamation at this moment were even more wonderful than words!

The Dapeng in his imagination is not a giant bird of Kunpeng, but a giant mythical bird in Hindu mythology, whose original name is Garuda.

At this moment, however, it was almost the same as he had imagined.

"I thought I could draw a net rope iron box or something...... After the exclamation, Lin Suqing was stunned.

It's something you can't dream of...... How dare he think that he was just giving it a try, but he didn't expect that it would really be?

Dog Zicheng does not deceive him, and the power from the inside out is really the most powerful.

Apply the power to the imagination and then use the power to bring the imagination to life...... It's ...... It's more than shock.

However, in reality, Lin Suqing was only stunned by what he had painted and his self-righteous conjectures.

What he didn't know was that because he was learning too quickly, he was underestimating the strength he had gained after learning the sutras.

He thought he had only learned one or two layers of sutras, so he didn't bother much. Maybe you also think that what is so easy to learn is not necessarily strong.

He thought that the small skill of carving insects mentioned by Shancang Shenjun was really just a three-legged cat pediatrics that was not mentioned enough as flower fist and embroidered legs.

Actually, it's already amazing.

But he didn't know anything, and there were so many things he didn't know, so many that he couldn't imagine.

......

Lin Suqing's legs didn't look like his own, he wanted to get close to the Golden Wings bird, but he couldn't take a step, he was still immersed in the amazement of his own progress.

He analyzes the present and imagines the future. At present, there is also the factor of using the divine power of the Roaring Sky Dog, so if you finish the Yi Marrow Sutra in the future, it will become an immortal bone, and then you will be promoted to cultivation...... has a mana that is completely his own, pure mana of his own...... Then continue your education......

What kind of power will it be? I dare not think about it, and I can't think of it......

He's only a beginner in this way, barely a beginner, right?

It's no wonder that those painting immortals didn't bother to practice later......

Or is it ......

"My uncle is a genius?!"

Shocked, shocked to the point of incomparable, shocked to the point of incomparable. I was so shocked that my brain went blank, and I was so shocked that I couldn't say anything other than "holding grass".

Lin Suqing asked himself that he had read through the Four Books and Five Classics, memorized all Chinese and foreign classics, and never read any miscellaneous books. Who would have thought that no matter how much cultural cultivation I have learned and how many poems I have memorized, at the most exciting and exciting moment, I will be poor in words. Only when the word "grasp the grass" is repeated hundreds or thousands of times in the mind and in the heart, can I barely express the surprise and surprise in my heart.

Unexpected to the extreme, emotional to the extreme, so that his whole person is a little wooden.

He finally took a step and walked slowly towards the Golden Wings bird.

Jin Peng immediately sensed his approach, so it squatted down, half-spread its wings and scurled on the ground, like a diagonal staircase, waiting for Lin Suqing to step on its wings and climb its back, riding it to spread its wings and fly high.

Lin Suqing's eyes widened, he couldn't slow down for a long time, he felt that his body seemed to be a walking corpse at this moment, it was completely numb, he touched the feathers on Jinpeng's wings, it was as cold as shallow water and thin ice, smooth as silk brocade forging, he took a deep breath and adjusted a few breaths, stabilized his mind, and was about to climb up.

"Lin Suqing!" Suddenly, a loud voice that shook the sky called out his name.

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