"If a powerful person at the level of a saint is similar, he will have some understanding of all the particles in a world and the trajectory of the particles, and even deduce and memorize them!"

Tang Zhe instantly thought that if he suddenly appeared in the Westward Journey space-time, then it would inevitably cause a large number of foreign particles to appear out of thin air in the Westward Journey space-time, which would squeeze the particles that originally existed in the space-time and space, causing a chain reaction.

Think so.

Tang Zhe, who was in the pupil space of the super puppet clone, concentrated his thoughts on his pupil jutsu divine power space, urging his own perception to the extreme, to have a complete insight into a solar system-sized pupil jutsu divine space, and was ready to incorporate everything within the range into his mind.

As Tang Zhe urged his perception to conduct in-depth insight at the microscopic level, starting from the most subtle particles and particle movement trajectories in a corner of the space, and gradually spreading to the entire space, it didn't take long for all the most subtle particles and particle movement trajectories in the pupil magic divine power space to be fully understood.

Duration.

Tang Zhe couldn't help but be glad that fortunately, the Pupil Divine Power Space did not draw energy from the outside world, and it was an extremely stable space, so the total amount of the most subtle particles was a fixed and accurate value.

Naturally, under Tang Zhe's deduction, if there was no interference from external forces, the future position and structure of all the most subtle particles in the Pupil Divine Power Space could be deduced.

"But it doesn't help much for the time being......"

Tang Zhe felt that his comprehension and artistic conception had broken through the sky, and just by painting a picture, he connected the civilization knowledge information collected in dozens of time and space in his mind, thus deducing an unusual truth.

Come back to your senses.

Tang Zhe found that in this Bao Zhai's study, the three old men Yi Lao, Guo Lao, and Qian Lao were all squatting on the ground looking at the picture of the eagle spreading its wings in the air, and the two girls, Ling Linling and Yi Ershan, were standing aside to observe the painting.

The five of them muttered from time to time, but what seemed to be a conversation was actually about their own topics, and the five only expressed their own opinions on the painting. But he doesn't answer the appreciation of other people's viewing angles.

In Tang Zhe's diagram of the eagle spreading its wings, the seven artistic conceptions of the five elements of yin and yang are mainly supplemented, supplemented by thirty-six relatively weak artistic conceptions, and the five people see different artistic conceptions, and they are immersed in the artistic conception, so it is equivalent to talking to themselves.

"Magic weapon? Wrong. It's already equivalent to a simple version of Runebo! ”

Tang Zhe can see the changes in his paintings at a glance, and naturally knows that the artistic conception changes the structure of the internal force particles under the action of brush and ink, forming runes on the painting paper, and there are also corresponding runes that store energy.

Seeing that the five people were all caught in the artistic conception of the painting, Tang Zhe did not disturb, after all, the energy stored in the painting was about to be exhausted, and soon the five of them would be out of the artistic conception.

A minute later.

The energy stored in the runes in the eagle wings has been exhausted.

Among the five did not wake up immediately, Yi Lao, Guo Lao and Qian Lao were still squatting on the ground looking at the paintings, while Ling Linling and Yi Ershan paused a few times. Blinked, woke up one after another.

"Just now, I seemed to see clouds in the sky, surrounding me, as if flying in the sky, free and ......easy," Irshan whispered softly, not loud, but the study was quieter, so it was extremely loud.

"What I just saw was a sea of flowers. Fragrant ...... Why is it gone? After Ling Linling woke up, the sea of plum blossoms in her mind disappeared. Hearing his best friend's words again, he couldn't help muttering quietly.

Afterwards.

Guo Lao, who was bearded, also woke up, looked at the two old friends, and felt a little gloomy in his heart, because of his lack of understanding in martial arts, and because of the high understanding of the two old brothers.

Then.

Qian Lao also woke up. looked at his old friend Guo Wen, nodded, and looked at his old friend Yi Wuqi, with a light sigh and regret for himself, as well as joy for his old friend. After all, it was Guo Wen, who remembered the eventful years of the past.

"What a cliff pine and cypress, the immortal man in Nanshan, the frost is exhausted, and the ambition is especially ......strong," the white-bearded old man Yi Wuqi laughed.

Observing from the side, Guo Wen and Qian Cai, who knew Yi Wuqi very well, suddenly had two doubts in their hearts, but they didn't know whether Lao Yi had broken through the martial arts realm or wanted to open it, after all, Lao Yi's eldest son was lost in the hands of devils in the early years.

"Grandpa, what are you so happy about!" Seeing her grandfather laughing, Irshan was also infected by the whisper, and asked with a chuckle.

"Hehe, it's not a big deal, it's really in vain to be able to understand Songbai in a dream in this life!" The old man Yi Wuqi flicked his chin and white beard and replied with a chuckle.

Then the three old men talked to each other, and soon established the value of the painting, but found that the painting could not make people enter the dream-like place, and I did not know whether each person could only realize it for the first time, or whether the effect of the painting was exhausted.

But no matter what the result, the value of the painting is still very high, but it is difficult to share the price, after all, if the effect of the painting is still there, it is a priceless existence.

"Xiao Tang, this painting makes people enter the dream realm, is this effect still there?" The old man Yi Wuqi asked about the effect of the painting, and several other people listened with interest.

"That dream-like thing is the artistic conception, and the artistic conception of different people's perception is roughly different!" Tang Zhe then talked a little bit about the artistic conceptions that exist in the paintings.

Then.

Guo Wen, an old man with a figure-eight beard, lightly touched the painting with his fingers, and found that he could move, so he had a guess, and immediately held the painting with both hands, and couldn't help asking: "This painting seemed to weigh a thousand catties before, but now it is no different from ordinary drawing paper, why is this?" ”

Tang Zhe glanced at the painting, deduced it, and said softly: "The energy in the painting is exhausted, if it is charged for two hours, it can make a person feel the artistic conception for five minutes!" ”

"Can it be charged?"

The old man Yi Wuqi stroked Whitebeard's hand for a moment, and asked the same doubts as the other four.

"Yes, charge for two hours, feel for five minutes!" Tang Zhe affirmed.

"Then try it, how do you charge it?" The old man Yi Wuqi asked his granddaughter Yi Ershan to take the painting handed by Guo Wen, and then motioned to his granddaughter to take the painting to recharge.

Then Tang Zhe explained the charging steps in detail, and then the two girls, Yi Ershan and Ling Linling, who volunteered, also took the paintings to charge.

"Xiao Tang, we already know the purpose of your visit, if each of your paintings has that magical artistic conception, a few of our old guys are all over the place, and each painting is worth at least one million!" After the old man Yi Wuqi and the two old friends looked at each other, they already knew Tang Zhe's purpose in their hearts, so they naturally said something they thought Tang Zhe was interested in.

"The ancient pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a crying ghost and god, if it was in the past, the little second child would definitely not believe it!"

The old man Guo Wen hung a mustache, shook his head and said, and then said the allusion to the ghosts and gods crying in the storm, saying that after the ancient people inscribed poems and painted, others watched, as if there were wind and rain and ghosts and gods in front of them.

"Don Jr.! I'll ask about the old money! "The old man Qian Cai thought to himself that he was not familiar with Tang Zhe after all, and he had ups and downs, and he would not rely on the old.

"Yes! You say! Tang Zhe replied.

So, the old man Qian Cai asked: "If you draw the door god, does it have the effect of warding off evil spirits and driving away ghosts?" ”

"Huh?"

Tang Zhe didn't expect this Qian Lao to ask this kind of question, he hadn't tried it, so naturally it was not easy to talk nonsense, but in an instant, his heart began to be extremely fast, and he only needed to draw out the attack or defense type, which would have the same effect.

"This effect can be had!" (To be continued.) )

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