The face of the girl in the painting, because it is a little hazy, also presents a peculiar effect, it looks a little like Tang Rou, some like Shi Hanyan, some like Tantai Ya, and even some like Sha Yamei......

The boy felt that this was the "realm".

He felt that he had truly comprehended the "realm".

"It's definitely a great work, yes, the previous efforts were not in vain, from now on, I have become a real painter, and if anyone calls me a rookie in the future, I will tell him that I am a painter. ”

Saying the word "painter", the young man couldn't help but straighten his chest, and a little pride appeared on his face.

"Well, it's just one kind of painting at a time, which is too one-dimensional. ”

The young man frowned: "Maybe I can paint something else, such as some mountains and rivers, among the landscapes, the most artistic conception, I paint some mountains and rivers, can I make my comprehension of the 'realm' more helpful?"

Although he likes to paint, the boy knows that he is painting now to lay the foundation for the sword.

Since the last time he comprehended kendo in Shi Hanyan's study, he has this kind of awareness, the pen of painting, and the sword of killing, the artistic conception is basically figured out.

It was also from that time on, every time he painted, he would always unconsciously imagine the pen in his hand as a murderous sword.

He believes that the better his painting is, the more powerful the sword in his hand will be in the future.

After collecting the paintings, the young man sat on the kang and pondered again: "My painting level has made a new breakthrough, but my cultivation has not yet broken through to the martial soul realm, and my hands are still not qualified to hold a sword......

"Also, if you don't break through to the Martial Soul Realm, the world's martial arts essence library, you can't unlock a higher level, and you can't find good swordsmanship to cultivate......

"It would be nice if Tang Rou could master a sword technique in advance, and as soon as she broke through to the Martial Soul Realm and held a sword in her hand, she would be a master of swords, so that when she went to Zilanxuan, she would have a greater chance of defeating Tantai Ya......

"Pills, I need more pills, and strive to break through to the Martial Soul Realm in the shortest possible time, unlock the world's martial arts essence library, and find swordsmanship to cultivate. ”

The young man took out a box of pills from his arms and opened them, only to see six golden pills neatly lined up inside.

The name of this elixir, called the Golden Pulp Pill, is the reward given to him by the Sword Sect for winning the first place in this autumn hunt, Tang Rou and Sha Yamei have it, both are Golden Pulp Pills, but the grades are different, Sha Yamei's is the ninth grade, Tang Rou's is the eighth grade, and the boy's box is the seventh grade.

A box of seven-grade golden marrow pills, the price is at least more than 20,000 gold coins, and the disciple who sent the pill that day was full of unconvinced, such a precious box of pills had to be wasted on a rookie's body.

Tyrannical creatures!

The golden pith pills were taken one by one, and then the young man sat cross-legged on the kang and operated the dragon yuan qi in his body.

A few hours later.

The medicinal power of the six Golden Pulp Pills had been completely absorbed by the young man's body.

"Martial Qi Realm Eight Grades ......"

Slowly opening his eyes, the young man exhaled: "The higher the grade, the greater the difficulty of breaking through, it seems that to break through the Martial Soul Realm, it is impossible to do it for a while." ”

......

Time is like flowing water.

In the blink of an eye, it has come to the end of the year.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Lin Zong sat with his father Lin Zhenhai and his mother Li Yunrou for a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Li Yunrou is very beautiful, and there is her shadow on Lin Zong's face.

The dishes on the table are very rich, and the family of three is happy.

"Hehe, after today, Zong'er will be sixteen years old. ”

Li Yunrou looked at her son, full of joy, and put a piece of meat into Lin Zong's bowl.

Although her son is a rookie, she doesn't mind, because her son is very sensible, and the most important thing is that if she is born, the thief is good-looking, how to look good-looking, which makes her even more happy.

Lin Zong usually cultivates in the Sword Sect, and today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and it is difficult to come back, a family of three, and it is rare to have a reunion dinner together.

Knowing her son's qualifications, it was unprecedented, and Li Yunrou didn't want to ask Lin Zong about his usual situation in the sect, for fear of hurting his self-esteem, so she just tried to pick up vegetables for him.

"Thank you, mother. ”

The boy smiled at his mother, put the meat in his mouth, and pouted.

After swallowing the meat, the young man said, "Dad, mother, I suddenly have some thoughts. ”

"What do you think?" asked Li Yunrou.

Lin Zhenhai also looked at the young man suspiciously.

"On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, isn't it the Lantern Festival?"

The boy said: "I want to take advantage of the Lantern Festival to hold an art exhibition on the shore of the West Lake." ”

"Holding an art exhibition?"

Lin Zhenhai and Li Yunrou were both stunned, this kid didn't cultivate well in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, why did he suddenly want to sell paintings again?

Also, does this kid know how to paint?

"To tell you two, I am in the Sword Sect, and I insist on painting every day, because I have found that painting can make people calm and focus, which is good for cultivation. ”

The young man said, and then looked at Lin Zhenhai and Li Yunrou a little nervously.

He had never told either of them about painting before, and he didn't know how they would react.

"It's a way to cultivate the mind......"

Lin Zhenhai nodded, with a look of relief on his face: "Zong'er, if you can think of this method, it means that your Huigen is good." ”

"That's right, my son, of course a wise man. Li Yunrou is also happy.

The young man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was still worried that his father and mother would reproach him for not cultivating well.

"Need help?" asked Lin Zhenwu.

The boy shook his head: "No, I'll take care of it myself." ”

"Very good, then I won't interfere, you can be extravagant as you want. ”

Lin Zhenhai looked at the young man with an appreciative face, this kid is really good, he dared to hold an art exhibition by himself at a young age, and he had the guts.

It's just that immediately afterwards, Lin Zhenhai's expression was slightly stunned, and he sighed secretly in his heart, this kid has such a good Huigen, but with this qualification, how can he ......

The young man saw Lin Zhenhai's expression in his eyes and said with a smile: "Dad, don't worry, regarding the other half of the weapons management rights of Cloud Desolate City, I said that one day I will take it back from the hands of the Zhu family, and I will definitely do it." ”

"Well, Zong'er, if you have this ambition, I will be very satisfied, just rely on the other half of the weapons management rights, our Lin family can also maintain it, not to mention other family businesses. ”

Lin Zhenhai nodded, not taking the young man's words seriously at all.

"Hehe, eat vegetables, eat vegetables, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, those unhappy things, don't mention them again." Li Yunrou put a piece of meat in the bowl of the two fathers and sons, and said with a smile.

The boy touched his nose and said no more, he knew that his father would only believe it after fighting for the other half of the weapon management rights.