Sima Qingshan left from North Los Angeles, carrying a bookcase on his back, all the way south, preparing to return to Nanjun.

Tang Yimo can be regarded as the guide on his cultivation path, but his relationship with Tang Yimo can be regarded as a good friend.

Tang Yimo has no friends, Sima Qingshan is one.

All the way south, Sima Qingshan saw all the scenery on the official road.

Because of the war, there are displaced people.

Most of the displaced people migrated from the imperial capital, and they needed to find a place to settle.

Sima Qingyi was mixed in with the ranks of these displaced people, and he saw many of them starving to death or freezing to death on the side of the road because of hunger and cold.

In the face of these lives and deaths, Sima Qingshan was also helpless.

He can paint, but his paintings are fake after all.

The so-called splashing ink comes true, but it is only tangible and not qualitative.

For example, he drew a steamed bun, but the steamed bun could not satisfy his hunger, so he could only watch these homeless people starve to death on the side of the road.

Dressed in a patched green shirt, he painted all the way, and he painted the various forms of these homeless people, and there were all kinds of emotions among the homeless people, including bullies, cunning and treacherous people, and enthusiastic people.

Many homeless children saw Sima Qingyi painting, but they didn't have much expression on their faces, what they cared about was being able to eat and dress warmly, poetic and picturesque, and it had nothing to do with them.

Sketched with a plain pen, the ink turned from thick to light, and on the official road of Suxue, a lifelike homeless person jumped on the paper.

Faintly, there seems to be a sad mood spreading.

Sima Qingshan put away his pen, and the breath of the whole person seemed to be condensed a little in this painting.

"This painting is called "Picture of the Displaced People". ”

Sima Qingshan took a deep breath.

He remembered the scene of asking Lu Fan on Beiluo Lake.

On that day, he stood on the ink boat, his green shirt was flying, looking at the young master Lu who was leaning on the railing and listening to the snow, and asked to join Bai Yujing and ask how to practice painting.

However......

Young Master Lu waved his hand and refused to join.

"Bai Yujing doesn't accept you. ”

"The world is so big, you can go and walk, maybe you can gain something and understand. ”

"Painting is not the way of the sword and the way of the sword, he does not have great destructive power and lethality, but if he achieves something, the power is not inferior to the way of the sword. ”

Lu Fan Road.

Under the snow, Sima Qingshan was thoughtful.

After that, he left North Los Angeles and headed south.

Today's painting "Picture of the Displaced People", a wisp of breath held in Sima Qingshan's chest suddenly erupted.

Originally, he was just a newcomer to the body, but he actually completed the tempering of Yizang.

"Draw the way, between heaven and earth. ”

A smile hung on the corner of Sima Qingshan's mouth.

He looked at the homeless people along the way.

I rolled up the painting and stepped into a small nearby town.

The town is covered with snow.

The street is full of shouting, although the small city is small, but it has all kinds of organs, compared with the big cities like Beiluo and Nanjiang, the small city is more humane.

Sima Qingyi patted the flying snow on his body, found a vacant seat next to the street of the small city, put down the bookcase, and took out the "Wandering People" that he had just drawn.

He wants to sell paintings.

The only thing a poor painter can do is sell paintings.

Although many people gathered around and thought the painting was excellent, they couldn't say why, they could only point and say, "This painting is beautiful".

Sima Qingshan was not annoyed or anxious.

The city couldn't sell the painting, so he changed the city and continued to sell it.

There was a rich girl dressed in a red hat, followed by a little maid, holding a paper umbrella, and squeezed through the crowd.

The girl's eyes were like stars, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked at the picture scroll, and her red lips pursed lightly.

"This painting has a rare charm......"

"Sir, how can this painting be sold?"

The girl in the red shirt looked at Sima Qingyi and said.

"One hundred taels. ”

Sima Qingyi looked at the girl and smiled.

"A hundred taels, you are a poor painter, you think your paintings are worth a hundred taels, who do you think you are?"

Before the girl could speak, the maid beside her was shocked.

The surrounding crowd of onlookers also let out a hissing sound.

One hundred taels ...... This painter is crazy about money.

Does he know how much a hundred taels is?

I'm afraid this painter has never seen so many silver taels in his life.

"Xiaohong, don't be rude. ”

The girl was in a hurry and scolded.

The maid was suddenly sad and indignant, "Miss, you don't want to be deceived by this poor painter." ”

The red girl ignored the maid, looked at Sima Qingyi, her pink and pretty face seemed to be a little red from the wind and snow, and said, "Sir, this painting is really a hundred taels?"

Sima Qingshan looked at the girl, and he faintly felt a wisp of aura surging in the girlish spirit pill.

Obviously, this girl is a cultivator.

A practitioner born as a result of the transformation of heaven and earth.

"Nope. ”

Sima Qingshan shook his head.

The girl was stunned.

"This painting, one thousand taels. ”

Sima Qingyi smiled again and said.

The maid next to the girl is about to explode, has this poor sour painter never seen silver taels in his life?

A broken painting, how dare you sit on the ground and the price rises to 1,000 taels?

Look at their young lady is easy to bully?!

"Xiaohong, go back to my father to prepare silver taels, this painting ...... It's going to be decided. ”

The girl bit her plump red lip and said seriously.

"Miss......"

The maid was unbelievable.

However, the girl's firm eyes made the maid's heart tremble, and she hurriedly went to the direction of Fuzhong.

Sima Qingshan glanced at the girl with some surprise.

smiled.

"This girl was just a joke before, but since the girl likes this painting, she will sell it to her for ten taels. ”

Sima Qingyi got up, shook off the snow on his body, and revealed the patched green shirt.

The red girl was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"Really?"

As if afraid that Sima Qingshan would regret it, the girl took ten taels of silver from the maid and handed it to Sima Qingshan.

Then he looked at Sima Qingshan expectantly.

Sima Qingyi rolled up the picture scroll and handed it to the girl.

When handing it to the girl, Sima Qingyi leaned over slightly, approached the girl, and said softly: "Look at the painting with aura, remember, don't watch it for more than an hour...... Otherwise, the gains outweigh the losses. ”

Sima Qingshan admonished.

The girl was stunned.

saw that Sima Qingshan had already picked up the bookcase and disappeared into the wind and snow and on the street.

Got out of the crowd.

Sima Qingshan came to a steamed bun stall.

"Ten taels of silver, a thousand steamed buns, is it feasible?"

Sima Qingshan said.

The stall owner of the steamed bun stall was stunned, ten taels of silver?

I'm afraid this man is a fool.

Hurriedly nodded.

Sima Qingyi handed him ten taels of silver.

"Trouble. ”

"Outside the city gate tomorrow, it will be distributed to the victims, one for each person. ”

Sima Qingshan said.

After Sima Qingshan finished speaking, he twisted a wisp of falling snow in his hand and immediately wiped it in the air.

He drew a pair of cold eyes suspended in the air, staring at the stall owner, making the stall owner tremble and be terrified.

This man......

When he came back to his senses, Sima Qingyi had already disappeared in place.

And the suspended eyes also turned into snow droplets.

Sima Qingshan had been poor, and he knew very well that ten taels of silver was enough to move people's hearts, and he couldn't fully trust the stall owner's conscience, so he used means to deter the stall owner.

Day 2.

Outside the city gates.

The stall owner really set up a stall, and a basket of steaming steamed buns was distributed outside the city gate, which caused a storm in this peaceful small town.

The victims of hunger and cold gathered in front of the city gates, and some of them wept with joy.

Sima Qingyi was in the distance and smiled.

Turning around, carrying a bookcase on his back, his patched green shirt swayed in the wind and snow, and disappeared on the official road.

Downstairs in the city, the red girl held the picture scroll, no one paid attention to it, looking at the back of Sima Qing's shirt disappearing, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Sima Qingshan went south to Nanjiang City.

Every time he passed through a city, he would paint a painting and sell it.

However, it was not as good as the first day.

连续三日，他的画一幅都没有卖出去，世人都觉得他的是疯子。

In this troubled world, can paintings be eaten as food?

Apparently not.

Although each painting of Sima Qingyi is sold for only ten taels of silver, ordinary people can't afford this price.

Day 4.

Sima Qingyi is ready to close the stall.

Suddenly.

A familiar voice sounded behind Sima Qingshan.

"Sir, can this painting still be sold?"

The soft voice, with a little warmth, Sima Qingshan was stunned, and when he looked back, he saw the familiar red girl, pursing her lips and looking at him.

"Girl...... You?"

The girl blushed and raised the "Wandering People" in her hand, "I told my father that I came out to learn art, and I will return home when I succeed in my studies." ”

"I like my husband's paintings very much, can he take me as an apprentice?"

The girl said.

Sima Qingshan was stunned, but shook his head.

This girl...... I'm afraid I ran out secretly.

In the troubled times, which family is willing to let the pretty daughter run around.

"Come home quickly, your father should be in a hurry. Sima Qingshan said.

The girl felt a little pity and didn't force it, but she bought the painting and turned away.

Sima Qingshan used the ten taels of silver he earned to help the victims again, although it was not much, but he could do what he could.

Day after day.

Every time Sima Qingshan sells paintings, the girl will appear, dressed in red, and stubbornly ask if Sima Qingshan can accept her as an apprentice.

Sima Qingshan refused.

"I'm just a poor painter, I can only paint some paintings, how can I be qualified to take girls as apprentices. ”

The girl didn't force it every time, bought the painting and left.

Again and again, Sima Qingyi entered several cities, and girls all appeared.

this day.

Sima Qingshan continued to set up a stall to sell paintings.

But I could hear the sound of horses' hooves exploding outside the city, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Sima Qingyi frowned, took the picture scroll, walked out of the city, and saw that there were bandits riding horses outside the city to kill among the homeless, and a girl dressed in red stalks, her eyebrows were slightly raised, her aura was running, and the red swords were flying, confronting the bandits.

Sima Qingshan couldn't help but smile.

This girl is so bold.

A handful of brushes were taken out.

The bandits trampled and ran, and the horses' hooves raised a thousand piles of snow, and the snow flew like rice.

The girl's pretty face turned pale and she was a little nervous.

She silently told herself in her heart that she was a cultivator, and that a cultivator could block a hundred with one, and she could.

The bandit leader laughed cruelly, and swung his machete violently to smash the maiden.

Suddenly.

The girl heard a warm voice behind her.

"Girl, do you want to buy paintings?"

The girl's body trembled.

But I saw that under the command of the machete, cut off a strand of green silk from her, and when the green silk flew, the machete and many bandits seemed to have been erased from the picture scroll.

Disappear.

Only a dozen bewildered horses were left wandering in the snow.

The girl's eyes widened.

turned around suddenly, but saw Sima Qingyi holding a brush and looking at her with a smile.

A picture scroll was handed over.

The girl subconsciously took it and unfolded it, but saw the picture scroll...... There is a girl who is skillfully looking forward, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a smile like peach blossoms.

The girl pursed her red lips, and the corners of her eyebrows were slightly curved.

"Painting Zong, Sima Qingshan. ”

Sima Qingshan smiled, "The girl is willing to join my sect?"

......

The establishment of the painting sect was not clear to Lu Fan.

He sat on the second floor of the Bai Yujing Pavilion, the breeze was blowing, and the snowflakes in the sky had already collapsed.

In front of his eyes, the system prompted the continuous flow of words.

"Thousands of tall buildings rise from the ground, congratulations to the host for stepping into the 4th floor of Qi refining, the spiritual energy reserve has reached 10,000 wisps, and the rewards are: Fengling Sword ×2, ten random spiritual energy weed seeds. ”

"The host has stepped into the 4th layer of Qi refining, the range of spiritual energy has been expanded, the ability to recover independently has been strengthened (aura, soul strength, and body strength), and the body spell "Thunder Technique" has been obtained. ”

"Hint: The reserve of spiritual energy reaches 10,000 wisps, and you can obtain the qualification of condensing spiritual liquid, and 10,000 wisps of spiritual energy can condense 1 drop of spiritual liquid. ”

The system prompt kept shaking in front of Lu Fan's eyes, but it made Lu Fan a little stunned.

Because this time the change is a bit huge, at least, in Lu Fan's opinion, the change is great.

"10,000 wisps of spiritual energy, can you condense a drop of spiritual liquid?"

Lu Fan murmured.

What is Isol?

As the name suggests, it should be a liquefied spiritual liquid, but it is different from the spirit stone, when Lu Fan broke through to the third layer of qi refining, he obtained the production technique of the spirit stone, but ......

The spirit stone is just to channel the aura into some jade or some ore that can hold the aura.

A better quality ore can probably hold ten wisps of aura.

And the spiritual liquid, one drop contains ten thousand wisps of aura.

Lu Fan smashed his mouth, there is no doubt that the spiritual liquid is definitely an excellent resource for cultivators.

With the spiritual liquid, the speed of cultivating a top-level cultivator will definitely be much faster.

Moreover, it's not just Lu Fan's aura reserves that have changed from aura to aura.

Lu Pan was even able to condense the aura in the air into spiritual liquid!

In this way, Lu Fan's aura can be saved a lot.

The spiritual sense surged, and Lu Fan raised his hand and grasped it in the void.

Suddenly, the aura turned into a huge vortex and gathered in the palm of Lu Fan's hand, constantly compressing.

At last......

It turned into a round and sparkling blue ...... Droplet-like aura.

The spiritual fluid contains extremely powerful energy, and Lu Fan ...... with spiritual sense It can even be detonated!

Is it caused by the concentration of Reiki being too high?

Lu Fan smiled.

In addition to the ichor, Lu Fan also received a lot of other rewards.

What shocked Lu Fan the most was......

Familiar reward "Phoenix Feather Sword ×2".

This saucy operation is stunned.

The heart is surging.

The mystical fluctuations spread, the avenue roared, and the void tore apart.

The two pitch-black mouths filled with this terrifying coercion, and the loud phoenix cry resounded.

Two red phoenix swords floated beside Lu Fan, also without handles, like the tail feathers of a phoenix, exuding blazing heat and sharpness.

Lu Fan looked at the three Fengling swords and couldn't help but be speechless.

Is this the rhythm of preparing to replace his Thousand Blades Chair with a Fengling Chair?

However, he also remembered that when he introduced the Fengling Sword before, there was a (remnant) introduction with the suffix, and there were several Fengling Swords in total, which also made Lu Fan quite curious.

A broken Fengling Sword is the top grade of the Xuan Rank, and I dare not imagine that all of them are the grade after the Feng Ling Sword.

Inexplicably, there is a sense of anticipation of collecting small cards.

Just after Lu Pan completed the investigation of the reward.

The people who were alarmed by the thunder punishment finally stepped across Beiluo Lake one after another, and rushed to Bai Yujing Pavilion with a caring mood.

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