Sangsang completed all the pen-making courses three days ahead of schedule, and the creation puzzle was completed again.

Now that the old man's knowledge has been hollowed out by her, and all the books in his collection have been turned over and can be memorized backwards, theoretically speaking, Sangsang has reached the level of a master of the imperial pen, and the only thing he lacks is experience.

Dean Qinghe was overjoyed when he saw Sang Sang packing up the pen-making materials and tools: "Go back to the academy tomorrow?" ”

"Isn't there three more days?" Sang Sang raised his head: "I plan to go to Huaxi Town to see the cultivation of plant pigments, this season is the harvest season of red and purple grass." ”

Dean Qinghe frowned: "Pen-making, pigments, do you still have to learn papermaking next?" ”

"Hmm." Sangsang does not deny it.

Dean Qinghe asked, "Are you exploring the principle of creation and want to find the secret of waterless creation?" ”

Sang Sang stopped what he was doing, and his expression became more serious: "Yes." It's not just waterless creation, I wonder if it is possible to achieve the purpose of creation without painting. ”

Dean Qinghe smiled: "Very good, you have a reason to participate in this painting competition." ”

Sangsang was puzzled.

Dean Qinghe said: "At the same time, if you win the first place in the individual competition of Wendou Wudou, you will be rewarded with the permanent qualification of the Holy Palace. Located on the Danxia Sea, the Sacred Palace is the source of creation, where there are many geniuses who seek truth like you. ”

It sounds like the Holy Palace is like the core of the origin of creation, and you can directly perceive the law.

Sang Sang didn't tidy up his things anymore, put all his brains into the space container, and said seriously: "Dean, let's go back to the academy and give me the information of the previous fighting painting competitions, I think I need to make some preparations." ”

Dean Qinghe stood up: "The theme of each competition will not change. The theme of the fight is that babies and children must be healed and healed to resurrection, and martial arts is to catch and kill. ”

Baby customization? Adult resurrection?

Sang Sang walked to the door and stopped: "Dean, you go first." There's still something to do, just go and come. ”

After saying that, he walked briskly to the backyard.

Dean Qinghe raised his voice and shouted: "Then hurry up, I'll wait for you together." ”

In the backyard, the old man Xing was holding a carving knife and carving a pen tube with wood, and he didn't stop his movements when he heard the footsteps, and he didn't raise his head: "Didn't you say goodbye, why did you come back again?" ”

Sangsang stood in front of the old man. Ask: "I have a way to cure the problem of not being able to sense Reiki, I wonder if the teacher is willing to try it?" ”

"Kela ......"

The carving knife is heavy, and it cuts a deep hole. After carving most of the pen tube, it was broken into two, and the old man held half of the pen tube and said abruptly: "When I am old, my heart still has not calmed down." It shouldn't be messed around. It shouldn't be messed up. ”

Sang Sang raised his voice slightly: "Teacher? ”

The old man shook his hand and patted the sawdust on his body: "It's good that you have this heart, no need." ”

Sang Sang frowned: "You let me check it out to see if the situation is serious, even if I can't cure it now, I can find a cure for it in a year or two at most." ”

Old Man Xing shook his head with a wry smile: "Go back, I'm not hurting, it's a punishment." Can't ......"

"Xingyu pen, my student wants to see it. You just let her see, it's going to be a painting contest in a few days, and it's not bad to accumulate some experience in living treatment for her. Dean Qinghe interrupted the old man's words, and came to the eaves at some point, holding on to the railing and smiling.

Old Man Xing was stunned: "That's what I said, but let people know that it will hurt her, it was the aristocratic Yun family who sealed me at the beginning, and the painters of Wangcheng didn't dare to make a move." ”

Dean Qinghe laughed: "Don't worry, it won't." It's also your luck, you just met her, she also has this ability, and the ban on the royal city can't ban her. ”

Through their conversation, Sang Sang guessed the old man's fear, and took out his identity jade disc to show the old man: "I am a royal family, if the Yun family has an opinion, let them come to me, now, please give me the teacher's hand." ”

The old man looked at the jade disc that Sang Sang had withdrawn in a daze, and the carving knife fell to the ground without reacting, and his outstretched hand was trembling slightly.

Sang Sang injected the star power into the old man's body, and thoroughly scanned it from beginning to end, including the soul, and collected complete data information, and then found that the old man's body also had a gene lock, which was very similar to the one in the snowball's body, and there were similar gene locks in Aunt Fu's children, this kind of lock was not naturally generated, but formed through human intervention, and the signs of forcible grafting were obvious.

There are three gene locks, one locks the breeding and inheritance, and the reproductive function has been degraded; A double lock evolution, without the help of external forces, it is difficult to become a heaven-level, and the highest cultivation in the history of Danxia painting is only the peak of the heaven-level, and no star appears; One locks the lifespan, two hundred years is the limit, and the body will automatically collapse when it reaches the limit.

This triple seal should be set by the Lord of Danxia in order to better control the small world, but the data of several people is too one-sided, and more data is needed to make comparisons.

"It's hard?" Seeing that Sang Sang didn't speak for a long time, Dean Qinghe thought that he had misestimated her strength, otherwise, judging from the success record of her dormitory gestation pool, it shouldn't be a problem to solve an aura seal.

"No problem." Sang Sang woke up and smiled at the old man comfortingly: "Wait a minute, I'll draw you a healing map." ”

"Can the aura seal still be solved with a healing diagram?" Dean Qinghe became interested and took the initiative to place an easel for Sangsang and put the paint away.

Sangsang painted a bust portrait of the Lord of Danxia, giving the portrait a simple function of removing anomalies and condensing aura, and the painting was not large, and it was completed in less than half an hour.

When the old man took the painting, his usual calm and indifferent expression was broken, his lips trembled, his eyes were red, his hands trembled and he held the painting, and leaned over to give Sang Sang a big salute.

Sang Sang gently raised his hand so that the old man's knees could not touch the ground, and explained: "This is a visualization of healing diagrams, try to visualize as much as possible, you can pray to the person in the painting in your heart, maybe there will be surprises." ”

The old man nodded repeatedly.

Dean Qinghe was puzzled, and on the way back, he couldn't help but ask, "Have you been to the Holy Palace?" ”

Sang Sang shook his head: "No." ”

Dean Qinghe said, "The person you painted is the master of the Holy Palace. ”

Sang Sang paused before replying, his tone was quite strange: "I just met him by chance, and I know how powerful he is, and he can't even raise his hand to protect a person." Is he the master of the Holy Palace? That's right, he should indeed be the master of the Holy Palace. ”

Dean Qinghe no longer spoke, but in his heart he thought more about Sangsang's identity, but by chance he could draw the charm of the master of the Holy Palace, and he could also draw it into a visualization map casually?

Fool the ghost!

He had seen each other more than five times, but he couldn't draw any verve except for his face.

The Fighting Painting Contest is the most important event in the Danxia world, during this period, everything on the side must be aside, and the birthday of the lord of the country is no exception, and anyone who dares to disturb and destroy the Fighting Painting Contest will face heavenly punishment.

This competition is about to begin, not only the various academies are waiting, the scattered painters in the opposition also gathered in the major cities to participate in the primary election, and the occupation of hundreds of workers is the elderly and children are in battle, the consumption of painting tools during this time is immeasurable, because the competition paper and pen pigments are free, and it takes five years of accumulation to supply such an event.

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