Looking at that piece of whiteness, Liu Guanyu only felt that his heart was beating faster, and the brilliance was dazzling.

"Why am I getting more and more unable to resist temptation?"

Secretly surprised and at the same time forced himself to calm down, a rejuvenation technique was cast, but he saw a green light flickering, shining on the white jade-like skin, and also firmly enveloping the small cloud of scorched black.

Burn wounds, recovery at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, the small blackened mass had disappeared without a trace.

"Sister Feng, isn't it much better?" asked Liu Guanyu.

"Well, the superficial injury is healed, but the meridian burn is not healed, you can also help me heal?" Feng Xueshan said happily.

"It can be cured, but it is necessary to use a technique, I am afraid that you will not like it. Liu Guanyu hesitated.

"What trick?" Feng Xueshan said strangely.

"I used it in the skeleton world last time, but I was ...... by you" Seeing Feng Xueshan's charming eyes, Liu Guanyu immediately stopped.

"Come on, anyway, the old lady was seen and touched by you, and I didn't care about one more time. ”

Liu Guanyu was stunned.

"Hurry up, what are you doing!"

So, in a painful and happy mood, Liu Guanyu used the nine-day divine power, cast the Qiankun in his hand, followed the meridians, and pressed Feng Xueshan's whole body several times.

Last time, Feng Xueshan was still in a coma and couldn't feel it, but now that she is fully awake, her sensations are unusually clear and intense.

I felt that where Liu Guanyu's hands passed, bursts of gentle heat poured in, like flowing water, slowly soaking through the burned meridians, and immediately, bursts of comfort penetrating into the bone marrow drowned her with a bang.

Feng Xueshan tried her best to control herself, not wanting to scream, but the comfort was like a wave, endless, wave after wave.

"Boom......"

Even though she gritted her teeth, she made a heart-pounding sound.

Feng Xueshan's pretty face was immediately like red satin.

After a while, all the injuries on his body disappeared.

"Okay, don't press it, tickle. Feng Xueshan said with a blushing face.

Liu Guanyu reluctantly took his hand.

Feng Xueshan's body is really soft.

Well, faintly, there is also a faint fragrance.

Sending Feng Xueshan away, Liu Guanyu began to cultivate again.

For more than ten days, Liu Guanyu spent more than ten days in cultivation, classes, and melee in the Taichu Realm.

Fu Xiang class, spiritual power class, magic class and body refining class, each went to a few times, and I felt that I had gained a lot.

During this period, he was caught by Teacher Zhang Xinrui on the training ground, and used the limit breakthrough method to refine his body several times.

The threshold of the second layer of King Kong is not broken, and it has already touched a little bit.

He was delighted.

He found that this Great Wilderness Refining Body Technique focuses on internal strength, while the Glazed Prajna Body focuses on external strength, and the two seem to complement each other.

On a drizzly day, he walked into the source painter class.

There were only eleven students in the huge classroom.

"Less than magic?"

Liu Guanyu muttered to himself, found a position at the middle point, and sat down.

There was a pleasant sound of footsteps, and a beautiful figure walked in.

But it was Zhang Youyan.

She swept her eyes and found Liu Guanyu, and immediately walked over with a smile, and Shi Shiran sat down next to him.

"Senior Sister Zhang is good!" Liu Guanyu took the initiative to greet him.

"Senior Brother Liu Guanyu, you also came to learn source painting?" asked Zhang Youyan.

"I like to paint, and I have practiced hard, but I have never seen the source painting. Liu Guanyu said with a smile.

"The source painting is broad and profound, and it is infinitely fun, and of course, the power of the source painting is also extraordinary. Zhang Youyan said with a smile.

"Why are there so few people who learn?" asked Liu Guanyu puzzled.

"People who don't have a foundation can't learn, and people who don't have talent can't learn it, so it's less. Zhang Youyan explained.

"Well, that makes sense. Liu Guanyu nodded.

After three more students came in, an old man in good spirits walked in.

I saw that his face was ruddy, his eyes were bright, his head was full of silver hair, which was quite long, he wore a small braid and draped it behind his back, and his silver beard almost touched his chest, looking like a fairy wind bone.

"This is our teacher, Zhang Daqian, known as the silver-haired old man, very powerful!" Zhang Youyan introduced.

"It looks a little weird, with such long braids. Liu Guanyu muttered.

"Hehe, this is called a literary fan, super cute!" Zhang Youyan smiled.

Liu Guanyu is stunned, is it because his own thoughts can't keep up?

Zhang Daqian glanced at everyone, and naturally saw Liu Guanyu, smiling and nodding.

As a teacher, Zhang Daqian also heard of Liu Guanyu, and the master of the door, Lu Caixue, gave a special explanation, saying that this kid is very talented, if you want to learn more, let him go.

"What a talent is excellent, most likely a kid who wants to attract people's attention......"

Zhang Daqian secretly laughed to himself and began to lecture.

"The Source Painter, as a kind of magic cultivation, is juxtaposed with the magician and the talisman master, and the way in which his spiritual power is used is much the same, but the method of ordinary practice is completely different. ”

Painting also uses spiritual power?

When Liu Guanyu heard this, he was relieved.

Spiritual power, he has a lot of it in his body.

It can also be included in the list of spiritual cultivators, because the source painter must first be a spiritual cultivator and have strong spiritual power in order to become a source painter. ”

This makes sense.

"The source painter takes his own aura as a guide, gathers the qi of heaven and earth on the tip of the pen, and paints all things in the world under the brush, which is a work of heaven!"

"The source painter has the first shape, image, subtlety, back to the pure, back to the truth five realms, some people break through it is easy, some people break through but it is difficult, the source painting practice, relying on talent, understanding and hard work. ”

Zhang Daqian talked eloquently on it, and everyone listened attentively.

"Senior Sister Zhang, how can you tell if a person has a talent for source painting?" asked Liu Guanyu quietly.

"I am also ignorant of this question, I don't know much about it, if you really want to know, it's best to ask Teacher Zhang. Zhang Youyan said.

"Then do you know which realm Teacher Zhang is?"

"It is said that he is at the pinnacle of entering the micro, and he is only one step away from breaking through to the realm of returning to the Pu. ”

"Is it powerful to enter the subtle realm?"

"Of course!"

"Senior Sister Zhang, what realm are you?"

"I, the early stage of the image realm. ”

"Well, that's pretty good!"

"So-so. ”

At this time, Zhang Daqian's eyes swept over, like sharp swords, and the two of them immediately stopped.

Zhang Daqian talked for a while, and then began practical training.

I saw him take out a pen, more than a foot long, the thickness of his thumb, the whole body is brown and yellow, and there are countless formation runes engraved on it, which looks extremely extraordinary.

"This pen is Mr. Zhang's baby, called Spring Breeze Summer Thunder, describing the painting when the pen is like a spring breeze, the image is expressive, and the power of the source painting is like a summer thunder, fast and unstoppable. ”

Zhang Youyan turned her pretty face sideways and introduced in a low voice.

Then I saw Zhang Daqian holding the spring breeze summer thunder pen, and clicked it in a small inkstone on the podium, and the silver-white liquid in it was stained with the pen.

Turning around, manually, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and in one stroke, he drew the outline of a bird on the blackboard, and then saw him whisper, a pen in his hand, and the bird's eyes appeared.

Bird Finishing Touch!

This little bird is alive.

The next moment.

I saw Zhang Daqian's left hand raised, and a spiritual light hit the bird.

"Buzz!"

There was a dull sound of vibration, and a bright light shone on the bird, and then there was a birdsong, and the bird drawn on the blackboard flew down from the blackboard.

This little bird is alive!

"It's so amazing!" Liu Guanyu almost screamed.

I saw that although the little bird was a phantom, it was very charming, and its wings vibrated and flew around the heads of everyone in the classroom several times, only then did it turn into a point of light in the sky and slowly dissipate.

Liu Guanyu was dumbfounded.

"This is just a source painting that has begun to take shape, and I will draw a bird in the image realm below. ”

Zhang Daqian said, took out a small bottle from the storage ring, filled with more than half a bottle of red liquid, poured out a few drops, and mixed it in the silver-white liquid in the inkstone.

Subsequently, mix gently with the tip of the pen.

Liu Guanyu looked very strange, and couldn't help asking, "Senior Sister Zhang, what are those two liquids for?"

"That's painting ink, like the brush, it's all about helping the source painter to attract the power of heaven and earth, the silver-white one is low-level painting ink, and the red one is medium-level painting ink. Zhang Youyan explained.

"What is the ink made of?"

"Generally, it is the blood of the fierce beast, the spirit grass, and a small amount of painting stones, these three materials are made, and the production of painting ink is the basic skill of a source painter, and there is a deep knowledge in it. ”

"I see, it's really not easy to be this source painter!" Liu Guanyu sighed.

On the podium, after Zhang Daqian adjusted the painting ink, he calmed down in front of the blackboard for a moment before painting.

When the tip of the hair fell on the blackboard, Liu Guanyu clearly felt that in the void, there were mysterious fluctuations, and the invisible power of heaven and earth converged towards the tip of the pen.

Zhang Daqian holds the pen in his right hand, sometimes trembling, sometimes agile and elegant, slow like the weight of Mount Tai, fast like riding the ethereal spring breeze.

A short time later, a small bird jumped on the board.

The form is realistic, vivid and charming.

"Almost to the extent of being fake, the source painting of this image realm is really higher!" Liu Guanyu blurted out.

Before the words fell, I saw Zhang Daqian's left hand probe, and another spiritual light hit the painting.

Immediately, the bird's body was full of glory and dazzling.

Instantly, a small bird jumped out of the blackboard.

The feathers on his body are visible, and his eyes are bone-turned, and he seems to be very spiritual.

The next moment.

"Chirp!"

The little bird fluttered its wings and soared into the sky, as fast as lightning, and was about to hit the ceiling, but it turned around and flew flat without hindrance, and rushed forward like an arrow from a string.

Zhang Daqian pointed to the back wall of the classroom with his hand and shouted softly: "Bang!"

The shape of the little bird swelled several times in size, and a violent breath surged out, and suddenly there was a clear roar, a few points faster, and it slammed into the wall like thunder.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the wall seemed to have been hit by a giant hammer, and it shook violently, even the ground trembled.

It was like an earthquake, and the sound was terrifying.