Su Sheng was speechless for a while, and only pointed at him: "You, you, you......"

But Li Yunxin smiled: "So where is the cultivation method she left behind?"

Su Sheng's face turned red, and he repeated: "She's your ancestor......! I won't!"

Li Yunxin pursed his lips: "Don't say it." Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info I'll find it myself. If I can't find it, I won't help you find your body. ”

With that, he turned around and began to rummage through the shelves again. muttered something like "I didn't want to say that you wanted to ask", but he didn't take Su Sheng's emotions to heart.

Since it was the abode of the painting saint in the past, there must have been many strong prohibitions in place before-even the gadgets that the saint casually laid down were enough for Li Yunxin in the real realm to drink a pot. But then the space was banned, and the powerful prohibitions were ineffective, and only some less clever methods, such as the rope trick that Li Yunxin used to climb the mountain, remained. When encountering this kind of thing, he can break it even if he thinks about it.

Therefore, after only a quarter of an hour, the bookshelves were exhausted.

Quite a lot.

The character of the painting saint Chen Feng also seems to be idle. There are a lot of pamphlets hidden on the shelves, and there are bits and pieces of experience in them. Some Li Yunxin can't understand it, but he can also roughly understand that it is not very difficult - as long as the foundation is laid, it will suddenly become clear.

Others he can understand now, in fact, are also some ingenuity and understanding. For example, "I suddenly had a certain idea today, is it possible to do this", "Although the method failed last time, the fireworks that exploded during the mountain explosion are quite beautiful", "Last night, this little thing dared to be lazy, I tried to smoke his brain today to see if he dared to play" and so on.

Li Yunxin is not a layman in painting, but he is extremely smart. In the past, it was difficult to learn because it was equivalent to directly building a castle in the air, which was not so easy to use. Now seeing these many fragmentary feelings, a certain system is being built in his heart lightly and quickly.

He looked at it in such a casual way -- and when he put away all the books and pamphlets with Chen Feng's handwriting on the entire bamboo shelf, he also figured out something.

Thereupon...... I feel that I know why there are very few masters of the original painting school.

It is said that in the former painting school, for nearly a thousand years, there was no Danqing Taoist priest in the Xuan Realm. Those who have cultivated to the highest level are only in the true realm. And although the painting school was listed as the Three Noble Ways of the Xuanmen along with the Dao Tong and the Sword Sect at that time, there were very few people - it was only equivalent to a sect of the Dao Tong or the Sword Sect.

After all, the school of painting appeared late, and it is understandable that there were fewer people in the early days. But the problem is that Chen Feng appeared 2,200 years ago, and it only took 200 years for him to have the cultivation of a saint. In the 1,000 years that followed, the school developed for a full 1,000 years.

Such a long period of time, even in terms of the general longevity of monks, has gone through more than ten generations...... Aren't there any people with the best qualifications, and why are they declining?

By tonight, Li Yunxin felt that he had probably found a reason—a problem with the exercises themselves.

Painting the saint itself...... It's not a drawing skill that I'm good at. Painting Technique - The skill of drawing.

When Li Yunxin first practiced painting, Li Chunfeng told him that he had to practice his painting skills first. A simple truth is that the more realistic the spirit of the things you write, the easier it is to attract the aura in them. Painting skills occupy a very important auxiliary position in the early practice of this path.

Actually, at that time...... Li Yunxin felt that this exercise was actually very unfriendly to beginners.

It is difficult, obscure, and difficult to understand compared to beginners. The painters in the secular world have obtained the method of painting in the past, and those with the highest talent can only cultivate to the virtual realm and the transformation realm.

Now that he has realized the fragmentary remains left in this room by the painter, he finally realizes that the problem with this exercise actually lies with the painter himself.

Chen Feng her...... Poor drawing skills. Therefore, when practicing this exercise, it is considered half the effort. When ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, they probably won't be able to fix it. She is also very smart, so she thought of all kinds of crooked ways to go sideways.

The final result was that this technique passed down by the celestial Shen Mu was improved by Chen Feng into a method that was only suitable for her own practice, or in other words, a method suitable for the cultivation of people with "poor painting skills". However, the original guiding ideology has not changed—the more realistic the things in the pen are, the closer they are to the origin of the things, the more beneficial they are to the practice.

These two bizarre contradictions are superimposed and entangled......

The cultivators who followed were also guided by her and innocently embarked on an evil path. It is the method of "the best understanding", but practitioners have to take into account the "likeness" at the beginning...... Only if you can cultivate well can you have ghosts.

As for whether Chen Feng knows all this?

In fact, Li Yunxin felt that even if she knew...... It's not like a character who likes to teach and educate, right......

How can you say that you know?

-- Because the saint can only draw circles and heads and sticks and claws, the exercises have gone wrong -- you better not follow my method. As for how it came to be, Bensheng didn't bother to study it.

She...... That's not how you would.

Li Yun suddenly laughed when he thought of this.

When he laughed, Su Sheng was even more annoyed on the side.

If he had been a former saint, he would not have taken care of these things. But in this life, when I started to cultivate my lust, there was nothing like stopping the water. And...... He himself didn't know why, but there was some kind of sullen stuffiness in his heart that made him unable to see it.

Therefore, he recited a mantra with Li Yunxin: "...... I know you're a casual person, but there's always a limit to everything. The so-called tiger poison does not eat children, and bandits with despicable conduct will not ...... themselves Own...... Hey, Li Yunxin, you're about to accept this heart!"

Previously, when Li Yunxin was searching the bookshelf and thinking slowly, Su Sheng was chattering on the side.

Now that Li Yunxin's train of thought was interrupted again, he also frowned. Turning around and staring at Su Sheng seriously, he looked at it seriously for a while: "Old comrade, let me ask you, how many generations of book saints were you in the past?"

Su Sheng was stunned for a moment, and did not react for a while.

Li Yunxin snorted: "The two hundred and fifty-ninth generation of the Book Saint, right?"

"Let me ask you again, Zhuo Musha, what generation of Sword Saint is it?" Without waiting for him to answer, Li Yunxin snorted again, "The two hundred and fourteenth generation of Sword Saint, right?"

He clapped his hands: "Ha! Dao Tong and Sword Sect both belong to the Xuanmen, in fact, the difference in names is only the difference in the exercises-the people of the Sword Sect are respectful when they see the masters of the Dao Sect, and the masters of the Dao Sect have to tremble when they see the Sword Saints, in essence, they are just one discipline." ”

"What about you...... I have taken a saint who has grown forty-five generations older than you, and I have made a child and a family -- what kind of little white flowers are you putting here for me now?"

He didn't speak, and when he did, he was really mean—he didn't care about bringing himself in. According to the worldly method, the book saint Su Yusong and the sword saint Zhuo Mu Sha Ke are indeed his "ancestors".

In terms of sharp teeth and sharp mouths, there are few people in the world who can compare with him. Su Sheng was a little stunned by his words with a gun and a stick, and after a while, his neck turned red and he whispered: "What happened to that!

Li Yunxin spread his hands, turned around and continued to search. But the mouth does not stop: "Ah, yes." In your place, it is not measurable in ordinary people, but in my case, it is ...... Well, it's a big rebellion. ”

He picked up a porcelain vase the size of a palm and looked at it in the eye—a thin arm suddenly stretched out from the bottle, and he threatened to pick at his eyes, while scolding softly: "Look at it, stinky rascal—"

Li Yunxin put this thing in his sleeve, and then raised his hand to pick up a pot of flowers on the table that had not yet withered: "But if you have to be more serious, let's talk to you like this." My spirit—whatever you don't care why—has nothing to do with you. My flesh is not the flesh that was born before, but now it is a dragon. ”

"So now in fact, I have nothing to do with Su Yusong and Zhuo Musha-the so-called Li Yunxin, hehe. He fiddled with it for a while, put away the pot of flowers, and turned to look at Su Sheng, "I want to say that I am Li Yunxin, and I am Li Yunxin." I want to say that I am a big demon, but I am a big demon. What Code of Ethics is often ...... Old gentleman. Am I really too much of a person these days-"

He stared at Su Sheng gloomily, showing two rows of slightly sharper teeth and smiling fiercely: "So you forgot, I'm actually a demon who should eat people?"

Su Sheng was stunned.

Then, the expression on his face also froze.

Now, although he is a "Su Sheng", although he is a young man, and although he has the lust that many secular people have, in essence, he still has the memory of the two hundred and fifty-nine generations of scholars. Therefore, now that Li Yunxin is threatened with such words, the pride in his heart that once belonged to the painting saint has resurfaced.

He no longer read it piecemeal, but straightened up and carried one hand behind his back. The momentum became profound in an instant: "Li Yunxin." Are you threatening me?"

But Li Yunxin sneered, turned around and went on to do his own thing.

Su Sheng was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "You must know that she is a painting saint. As for how I and Zhuo Musha...... You must also know that we are all saints. Sage ...... It's not just the realm of cultivation, it's not just the individual monks. It also means the honor of Xuanmen. You love her, but you can hide it in your heart. But have you ever thought that you ...... Are you worthy of a saint?"

Li Yunxin turned his back to him, and his movements stopped. But he quickly continued to rummage through the paper: "So is this the reason for this?"

"What?" Su Sheng frowned.