In the hut, only Gu Changsheng was left.

Gu Changsheng looked at Su Rou's back as he left in a hurry, and sighed helplessly.

With the blessing of the memory of the original owner.

Although Su Rou didn't say it explicitly, her plan, Gu Changsheng could also guess seven, seven, eight or eight.

Looking at Anping County, there is no second person who can have a treasure collection like the Eight Grades Qi and Blood Pill except for Shen Shaokang, the commander of Anping County.

And what Su Rou could exchange, Gu Changsheng could also guess.

It's nothing more than Su Rou's luck power.

As the head catcher of Anping County, Su Rou naturally has an official seal on her body.

The Great Zhou Dynasty, adhering to the mandate of heaven, ruling the world, all people with official registration, not to mention the blessing of the dynasty's luck and body, will also obtain a certain amount of luck power according to the official quality every day.

Su Rou has served as the head catcher in Anping County over the years, but the power of luck she has accumulated has not been used.

The original intention was to wait for Gu Changsheng, and after gaining fame, he would use the power of these luck to help Gu Changsheng enter the Confucianism and Taoism.

But that's no longer the case.

"Shen Shaokang is mean and harsh for officials, that Qi and Blood Pill, he has treasured it for many years, but I am afraid that he will not easily agree to Sister Rou's request, not to mention ......"

In Gu Changsheng's eyes, a hint of determination appeared.

Better do it than wish it done!

"Sister Rou said, Buddha Confucianism, Taoism, and martial arts, among the four ways, choose any one, as long as you can enter the product, you can dissolve the cold curse in my body."

"However, these four roads, no matter which one, are inseparable from water milling!"

According to the information in his memory, Gu Changsheng had already figured out the basic situation of this world.

Needless to say, Confucianism.

The original owner of this body is a scholar, who has studied hard for more than ten years, and is a Confucian and Taoist cultivator, which is still quite far away from entering the product.

As for the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism?

It is even more ethereal, without a trace.

The more well-known martial arts, like Confucianism, require a long time to boil the body and temper the qi and blood before they can successfully enter the product.

And his life expectancy is only three days left.

It's too late!

"If you want to save yourself, you must step into the path of cultivation, and you must be fast!"

Gu Changsheng held on to the weakness of his body, sat up from the bed, leaned against the wall, and walked to the desk.

"The right way in the world is not the four gates of Buddhism and Confucianism, there is a fifth way to go!"

"That's ......"

Gu Changsheng's gaze fell on a blank scroll of paintings in front of the window.

"Draw the road!"

When Gu Changsheng thought of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This is thanks to the fact that my predecessor was a reader, and in addition to studying the Four Books and the Five Classics, I would also read some idle books and strange things, and then I knew the existence of the painting Tao.

"It's just that there are two major shortcomings in painting."

"One of them is that painting is the most difficult."

"Confucianism, Buddhism, and martial arts, no matter how poor the talent is, as long as you are willing to work hard, there will always be a day to enter the product."

"But to get into the painting, you have to be extremely talented."

"Ten painters, the realm of bright eyes, must make a masterpiece, enough to make heaven and earth recognize, at least to the level of out of the county, before it can be entered!"

The world's masterpieces, poems, calligraphy and paintings, all have grades.

Out of the county, Dafu, Mingzhou, Zhenguo, peerless, spread the world!

Even if it is a masterpiece out of the county, whether it is poetry, calligraphy and painting, the value of the original manuscript is far more precious than that of the Eight Grades of Qi and Blood Pill, more than ten times!

"Two."

"If I enter the product with the painting of the Tao, although in the future, I can also cultivate other roads, but the realm of painting the Tao is the fundamental place that determines myself, and only when the painting Tao breaks through the realm, the cultivation of other roads can go further."

"However, the painting system is incomplete, as early as ancient times, it has been cut off, and after the five products, there will be no way out."

"Just ......"

Gu Changsheng shook his head and dispelled all distracting thoughts.

For a dying person, what is the cut off of the road ahead?

If he doesn't practice painting, he will die in three days!

Not to mention.

For Gu Changsheng, who has memories of his previous life.

The difficult test of painting is not at all for him!

"In this world, because the road of painting is cut off, few painters appear, and there are no records of those famous paintings in the history of Blue Star."

As an art student, Gu Changsheng, I don't know if it is because of the influence of the time-travel, in his mind, the memory of those famous paintings in the history of the Blue Star Dragon Kingdom is extremely clear.

This is his biggest golden finger.

It is also the only way for him to save himself right now!

……

"Crackling ......"

Inside the cottage.

The stove fire burned quietly, and a pot of soup on the stove exuded a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which made people frown.

Gu Changsheng sat by the stove, patiently waiting for the medicinal herbs to be decocted, endured the feeling of weakness in his body, carefully poured the decoction into the bowl, and then pinched his nose and drank the bowl of decoction and medicine!

Although in my mind, there are memories of famous paintings from previous lives.

But his current body is not enough to support it at all, Gu Changsheng painted those famous paintings completely.

So no matter how bitter this medicine is, he has to drink it!

"Fight for your life!"

When the boom sounded.

The ash bowl was thrown back on the table by Gu Changsheng.

Feeling the heat that gradually surged up in his body as the medicinal soup went down, Gu Changsheng's delicate face finally lost the gray meaning when he first woke up, and became a little more ruddy.

"Hoo ......"

With a long breath of turbidity, Gu Changsheng did not rush to get up, but waited until the medicinal power in the decoction was dissipated and his body had recovered some physical strength before he stood up cautiously.

On the table, there was a pen and ink he had already found, and the blank scroll was also spread out on the table.

Looking at the white scroll, Gu Changsheng held his breath and concentrated, dispelling all the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Regarding his previous life, the famous paintings he had read and studied, one by one, all passed through his mind.

"I made this painting to exorcise the demonic curse in my body......"

Gu Changsheng's mind was clear, and all the memories of famous paintings were temporarily put aside by him, leaving only the last one in his mind.

It was a great man from Angzang, on top of the main hall, holding a picture of a fierce god and evil ghost!

Although the face of the big man is ugly, but in a pair of eyes, the divine will appears, although it is a painting, but just looking at it from a distance, it makes people feel that on his body, the most masculine and rigid sharp qi is rushing to the face!

I don't know if it's a psychological effect.

In Gu Changsheng, he finally made a decision, and in his mind, he visualized the moment of that painting.

In the depths of his body, there seemed to be a trace of warmth, which quietly spread, making Gu Changsheng's spirit all invigorated!

"Brush!"

A little bit of a deal!

A dot of ink fell on the snow-white scroll.

Gu Changsheng held the brush in his hand, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, when the first stroke paused.

Gu Changsheng suddenly felt that there was a warm air current, flowing from heaven and earth, and fell on the painting scroll he painted!

The first pen fell.

It is the feeling of heaven and earth......

Vitality is self-generated!