Xu Qing really met Sister Lin smoothly.

Standing in front of Sister Lin, it seems that she can feel that strong resentment, but she can't help but be impressed by the spirit of beauty in her bones.

It was indeed created based on Sister Lin.

Xu Qing tried to bow his hand.

Sister Lin hurriedly covered her face with a fan and turned sideways to face Xu Qing, as if asking "Who are you?"

Xu Qing took two steps forward.

Sister Lin disappeared suddenly, and she didn't know where she was hiding.

It's magical.

It's no wonder that spiritual practice does not lead to immortality, but it still attracts generations of people to dedicate their lives to it.

Wonderful indeed.

It's just that this appearance is not all spiritual treasures, and it is not that the true appearance of any spiritual treasures has such spiritual wisdom.

It should have something to do with the creator.

Xu Qing believes that the agility of these true images is given by the creator.

Because Xu Qing has not been in contact with higher-level spirit treasures, but the true appearance of some high-level spirit treasures has not even been formed, it is just a force field, not to mention the intelligence and energy that is almost indistinguishable from real people.

Although he has only mastered this ability, he has seen too many good things, and he has some flavors.

This also made him realize that there is really more than one way to practice, you can enter the Tao with martial arts, and you can also enter the Tao with painting, Wang Shicheng is a typical case.

If Wang Shicheng is willing to show his head, his skill of painting spiritual treasures is enough to become the hottest grandmaster in the rivers and lakes.

Anyway, there is one meaning, Wang Shicheng's stunt must be learned.

This is not only a way to make money, but also a way to understand the best techniques.

Xu Qing seriously suspected that Wang Shicheng's magical illusion was realized in this way.

This clever illusion may be a trick in Wang Shicheng's hands.

But in Xu Qing's hands, that use is greater.

If he had mastered this exquisite illusion earlier, he would not have needed Hu Fei to rescue Liu Haoran.

Xu Qing withdrew from the painting scroll and said to Wang Shicheng: "I won't be able to finish seeing so many paintings for a while, but I am willing to believe you, what about you, are you willing to believe me?" ”

"Yes."

"Okay, hand over the rest to me too, and I'll help you transfer them to Yang Jingxing."

Wang Shicheng shook his head: "Business, that's not what you do, these paintings are deposits, and the deposit can be given to you, and the final payment must wait until He An dies before you can give it." ”

Well?

This old man...... Not stupid.

Xu Qing stared at Wang Shicheng for a few seconds, then nodded: "Yes, wait for my news." ”

Return to the hotel.

Xu Qing admires these exquisite paintings one by one.

The style is very unified, all of them are fine strokes, there are flowers, birds, fish, insects, dogs, cats and ladies.

There are ninety, eighty, and seven grades.

But there is one thing in common, that is, all of them give birth to their true appearances, and all of them are very smart, and even the flowers and plants seem to be human.

In this regard, Xu Qing only wants to say two words - magical.

It's amazing.

He hadn't thought anything like this would happen before.

Why?

First of all, Wang Shicheng is not a famous artist, although the level of painting is first-class, but from ancient times to the present, there are too many painters at Wang Shicheng's level, even among the painters living today, there are too many people who are stronger than Wang Shicheng, and most of those people are ordinary people.

Secondly, Wang Shicheng is still alive, and the works are not of any age at all, among the paintings he obtained, the oldest one is only ten years old, and one was even painted last month.

In the end, it was not one or two paintings, but a large one, a total of twenty-four.

The twenty-four are all spiritual treasures, all of which have given birth to extremely intelligent nature, and the creator is an ordinary first-class painter who is still alive.

The combination of these elements is really scary.

It is more appropriate to use more impactful sentences to express it, Wang Shicheng is a living master of painting.

He is a master of painting.

Not a master of painting.

It's not a master of the painting school.

It's a painting master.

Although the great master who entered the Tao with painting, although his techniques, style, and concept have not reached the realm of a grandmaster, his core has already transcended the shackles of the mundane, and he has become a grandmaster-level figure among cultivators.

Let's put it this way, Liu Chang'an and Xu Qing, the experience of the two of them has never seen or heard of a strange person like Wang Shicheng.

Although Wang Shicheng's combat effectiveness is average, he is definitely the first person in the world in terms of uniqueness.

can make spiritual treasures, can create the true appearance, this means is comparable to immortal magic.

It's just that how to get this "immortal art" is still a problem.

Kill He An.

It sounds simple, but if you think about He An's identity and influence, you can know that this matter is definitely not easy, unless he finds He An's chance to be alone.

But is there a chance for that?

And He An's whereabouts are something that ordinary people can find out?

Therefore, this matter has to be pondered slowly.

Xu Qing even pondered whether to go back to the island city to recuperate for a period of time, digest what he had gained during this time, and let He An relax his vigilance by the way.

He killed He An's two right-hand men in a row, and he will definitely make He An strengthen his defense, no matter whether He An counterattacks or not, he will definitely regard his own safety as the top priority.

Well, stay in Coal City for another three days.

Just three days.

Return to Island City three days later.

……

Half past eight in the morning.

Xu Qing came back from a stroll through the morning market, and as soon as he arrived at the door of the hotel, he saw Hu Fei smiling.

It's a debtor.

Xu Qing sighed: "Why don't you make a phone call and invite you to drink big rice porridge." ”

Hu Fei pouted: "Just ask me, the creditor, to eat this?" ”

"What a good thing."

"I'm tired of drinking."

"Oh?"

"My master doesn't know how to cook, he makes porridge and steamed buns every day, boils a big pot in the morning, and has a hot meal in the evening, and eats it for fifteen years."

Xu Qing almost burst out laughing.

He didn't expect that the life of an authentic shaman would be so hard.

Ballast porridge is a good thing, but after all, it is a coarse grain, two meals a day, and drinking it for fifteen years, who can stand it?

in the room.

Xu Qing made Hu Fei a cup of tea: "Tell me, what do you have requirements for the spirit?" ”

"Request?"

"Of course, you can't just find one, right?"

"What else can you ask?" Hu Fei was overjoyed: "Do you know what a spirit is? ”

"Hehe, what do you say?"

"Okay, Liu Changan's research in this area is quite profound, you must know, then you should know that the birth and existence of the spirit itself is quite harsh."

"So you mean as long as it's spirit?"

"Yes."

"Then your request is too simple."

"Simple?"

Xu Qing didn't speak, went back to the bedroom and took out a painting, shook his hand, and unfolded it: "Isn't this it?" ”

Hu Fei stared at the crumpled drawing paper, always feeling unreliable, this is obviously a new painting, even without framing, can give birth to a "spirit"?

But considering Xu Qing's identity, he still walked to the scroll and knelt down slowly, stretched out two lotus-like arms, made a "bearing" shape, closed his eyes and murmured softly.