readx;? It's time for a lot of noise in the stands, but he is lost in thought, he wants to find out why things happened, this must be time at work, can the theories of Einstein and Hawking explain this phenomenon?

He suddenly remembered a story in "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", saying that there was a person who completely recalled his entire life when he was dying, from the moment he was born, every stage, every minute of time, he recalled it clearly, as if he was living again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Natured Novel ww

He had always believed in this story, and at this moment, he didn't think about it, but wondered what it was all about.

It turned out that the fairy picture in Fengyang flew away, he resolutely didn't believe it, because the mysterious old man of Qianji had already said that he should only paint it, and he didn't have to care about how to send the painting to the old man of Qianji, so the immortal picture must have been taken by the old man of Qianji himself.

At the beginning of the moment, I thought it was the old man of Qianji who shot again, but this makes no sense, this painting is not for the old man of Qianji, and besides, how can the fairy characters be interested in a picture of a beauty? For the immortals who do not eat the fireworks of the world, human beings are just two-legged reptiles, and the beauty is just a pile of white bones.

Whether there are immortals in the world or not, and it is not certain, after all, the old man of Qianji is only transmitting sounds and images in his head, and he has not seen himself, let alone had the opportunity to witness the miracle with his own eyes.

If it's not a thousand old men, then there is only one possibility.

He sought a breakthrough for this painting, but the potential of stimulation was too great, and as a result, he lost five years of life, which can be clearly felt. He didn't know how long he lived, but he could clearly feel the reduction in life, which was also a miracle.

However, can this loss or overspent lifespan be converted into another kind of energy?

That's the question he pondered.

Could it be that he inadvertently used a method to transfer his lost life to paper through the end of the pen and really create a life?

Thinking of this, every cell in the body is shaking.

That's impossible!

No way!

When pigs fly!

He shouted loudly in his heart, resolutely denying this possibility, although he had also used this method twice to save patients whose lives were endangered, and he could also feel that his life energy was transferred to the patient, not only curing the patient's terminal illness, but also bringing new life to the patient, but after all, it was originally a living body, and now he created life on a flat piece of rice paper.

If this is the case, doesn't it mean that life can indeed be created? Doesn't it mean that the myth of Nuwa creating man is not a myth or a legend, but a real thing?

If so, how can Darwin's theory of evolution be explained?

This alone is not shocking enough, the question is that Nuwa is a god, and she is also the ancestral god of mankind, he is just an ordinary person, how can he create life?

Either I'm wrong, I'm wrong, or both.

This was what he was thinking about for a moment, and then he heard a commotion on all sides, and asked him to uncover the picture and reproduce the scene just now.

These two pictures are actually the same as the contents of the paintings inside, that is, if they are not revealed, the portraits are still intact. These two pictures are four ordinary painting methods, and the finishing touch method is used in them. The essence of this work is the finishing touch, which cost him five years of life.

Art is to use life to create another life, and in this sense it can be justified.

Could it be that Gu Kaizhi also inadvertently comprehended this method back then, so that the painted dragon could break through the wall and fly away?

If so, it can also explain why Gu Kaizhi will not have a divine product in the future, and there will be no eye-catching method in later generations, this method is hard to find, it is not a skill, but a kind of enlightenment, even if you are willing to live a life, you also need fire.

The shouts on all sides were already boiling, and besides, they couldn't think any deeper, and the rhythm of thought came to an abrupt end.

He stretched out his hand twice, wanting to uncover the two pictures to confirm whether he had hallucinated just now, but Zhou Dingcheng shook his head firmly, indicating that he could not do anything.

Weng Yanling also said resolutely: "No, if what happened just now is repeated, it will lead to a riot, and now people are going to be fighting each other, and they don't know what kind of chaos they have to make, and it is very likely that many people will be trampled to death." ”

Besides, when I heard him say this, I thought about it, so I dispelled the idea, anyway, the painting is my own, and if I want to verify it, I can verify it in the studio when I go back.

Tang Bohu was still full of energy at this time, and he took Besides's hand and said eagerly: "Besides, sell this painting to me, you win this time, and I am willing to admit defeat." ”

The picture in Tang Bohu's mind is still the scene of that moment, and the autumn fragrance on the painting floated down and threw herself into his arms.

If this painting is hung in the bedroom, even if he can't get Qiu Xiang's real body, there is a substitute, at least it can comfort his hungry and thirsty heart.

"That's not going to work, we agreed before, we have the right of first refusal to buy the two of you paintings this time. When Weng Yanling heard Tang Bohu's words, she was anxious.

"What? You have the right of first refusal, who agreed? Which grandmother's reason is this?!"

Before Tang Bohu could speak, Zhou Dingcheng was the first to disagree. He had already planned it, everyone wanted to take this painting, including that he had no right to decide, this painting was his Zhou Dingcheng, no matter whether to buy it or grab it, anyway, he was the first and only one.

"Who else agreed, hurry up, go and ask your eldest brother, what's the matter, you don't have to talk anymore?" Sun Guangshao was also anxious.

Indeed, having the right of first refusal is the main reason why they agreed to be judges, if it weren't for this, where would they have this idle time, and would it be bad to have this time to do business and make money?

"My eldest brother?" Zhou Dingcheng turned his head to look at Wen Bin's father.

Father Zhou saw several people looking at him together, and hurriedly trotted over, Weng and Sun grabbed him and asked him about this clause, asking him to reiterate his promise again.

"I promised, what's this, isn't it just a painting, if it's not enough, can't the two of them paint a few more?" Father Zhou didn't take it seriously at all, the businessman's thinking mode is not afraid of more, and more can make money.

He thought that painting was like writing a poem manuscript at the beginning, not just a stroke of a pen, as many pictures as he wanted, but it was really the case, if it was a general painting, it would not take much effort to paint a few pictures repeatedly, but it would take longer than calligraphy, but the price was also several times more, and the reason was the same.

However, not to mention whether it is possible to copy Tang Bohu's painting, and this painting is absolutely impossible to copy, this reason is simple.

Weng and Sun have become experts in painting and calligraphy, and even if they haven't completely figured out what happened just now, they have already realized that this painting may be a masterpiece, and no matter how much it costs, they must get it. As for a painting, how the two of them were divided, that was a matter of discussion after they returned, and now they were trench friends fighting in the same trench.

Zhou Dingcheng said: "Okay, this painting is mine, you have to buy it, and when it is painted in the future, I will sell it to you." ”

"No, we said okay, it's the paintings on display this time, not those painted later. Weng Yanling dealt with Zhou Dingcheng and did not give an inch.

"Old Zhou, say it, is what you said still a word?" Sun Guangshao was also pressing on Zhou's father step by step.

Father Zhou was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that his inadvertent words would cause such a big mess, he couldn't afford to offend any of these people, although Zhou Dingcheng was his younger brother, he had always been an ancestor. The brothers in other big families are like Yan's father, and the two of them are basically in the reverse mode.

"Forget it, but it's not these two that give you priority to buying, but the ones that will be painted later, and these two won't be sold. Besides, you don't have to think about this one, if Bohu is willing to sell it, you can buy his one first. Zhou Dingcheng immediately pushed back as he spoke.

"Yes, that's what it means. Father Zhou grabbed a life-saving straw, and hurriedly echoed, cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

Seeing a few people arguing, and looking at Tang Bohu, he couldn't say anything, his eyes were full of strange and tangled eyes.

"This painting was painted by the two of us, didn't we say we wanted to sell it?" and whispered as if talking to himself, as if asking.

"That's right, I never said I wanted to buy it, besides, you didn't say it either, right?" Tang Bohu asked rhetorically.

"Of course not, so where did they get the right of first refusal, they have to sell before they can buy. Besides, looking at Weng and Sun, he pretended to be surprised and said.

"I don't know. Tang Bohu shook his head depressedly, but at this time he felt the same way as the situation.

Only Shen Bo is brave outside, he knows that even if he wants to buy it, it will not be his turn, in terms of persistence and arrogance, he can't compare with Zhou Dingcheng; in terms of financial resources, he can't compare with Weng, Sun, and Zhouren, unless he exchanges the ancient paintings at home, as long as his brain is not burned out, he will not do this kind of thing.

"It's all playing on us, Lao Tzu is gone, who wants to judge whom. Old Sun, let's go. Weng Yanling was squeezed so that his old face was purple and swollen, and he finally roared after holding it for a long time.

"Don't do it! Sorry not to send it!" Zhou Dingcheng's madness was done, which was equivalent to driving people away.

"Pull down, pull down, have nothing to say to people who don't talk to credit, that's it. Leave. Sun Guangshao also said angrily.

In a hurry, the two of them had completely forgotten the task assigned to them by Zuo Ling, and they had the posture of breaking off relations with the Zhou brothers from then on. As for Tang Bohu, they don't care at all, it's just a player, it's not up to them to fiddle, is it possible that you can still go to heaven?

The people on the stage who could hear their arguments were stupid, what is going on, the judging results have not come out yet, the two judges have picked on the spot, how can this continue, I have been busy for a long time, and the results of this judgment are about to be lost.

How can this little boat of friendship capsize, can't we have a good time together? At this moment, besides, he and Tang Bohu have become soy sauce makers, and the two of them are so worried that they want to cry without tears.