Tao Qi cautiously returned to the mountain and looked at the yellow clouds in the sky, Master Lu had no intention of making a move, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl floated over: "The master said that since you are lucky enough to pass a level, I will pass on your sketching skills, but you must not consider yourself her disciple." ”

Tao Qi happily took the scroll in the girl's hand, one foot square, but the picture was blank.

"You find a pen and Jiao Qingshui paints on the scroll, when you can complete a work, it will be considered a finished art. The girl said.

"How does Qing Shui paint?" Tao Qi looked at the spring next to him, put the Sia pen directly into the water, and then painted a stroke on the scroll.

Strange, it is obviously clear water, but the traces on the painting scroll are as black as ink.

"Interesting......" Tao Qi was about to praise it, but found that the ink color faded in a blink of an eye until it disappeared.

"Hey, Shimizu writes, this seems to be something for children to play with. Tao Qi remembered.

"This is a magic weapon, how can it be the same as a toy, practice it well!" the girl snorted and floated away again.

There was also a snort in the sky, and a thunderous voice sounded: "If you can't draw it, the fairy won't value you anymore, and then you will come to the Elephant Pot Temple to confess, rest assured, I won't cook you!"

After saying that, Huang Yun also flew away.

Tao Qi breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the fairy's status in this building is transcendent.

When I finally touched a reliable elephant's leg, I didn't know if I could hold it.

However, it is quite difficult for Qing Shui to paint, and Tao Qi has worked hard for half an hour, but there is no progress.

The whole scroll is separated from the air with true qi, so that the water vapor does not evaporate, but it does not work at all.

Tao Qi also confirmed that this was indeed not a child's toy, but a magic weapon.

Let the ink stay longer, Tao Qi has occasionally succeeded in this half hour, but he just can't catch that inspiration.

Before I knew it, I practiced until late at night, and Tao Qi realized that practicing painting was so attractive, just like writing a book.

Tao Qi really regarded painting as writing a book, and every time no matter how long the ink could stay, he was very excited to draw a story.

In fact, no matter the story or life, what has been experienced has disappeared in the long river of time.

Yesterday's day cannot be kept, and looking back is a hundred years.

If the "past" can be preserved and re-experienced, then life is no longer precious.

It was precisely because he knew that the stroke before the Dao would disappear soon, and Tao Qi cherished the perception of that stroke very much.

And it is this kind of perception that makes Tao Qi seem to have obtained the inheritance of the power of the previous stroke when he draws the next stroke!

So although there are always only one or two strokes on the paper, Tao Qi always feels that the stories he draws are particularly shocking and heartfelt.

With a "buzz", Tao Qi sat down on the ground, and then the sky swirled in front of him.

Divine thoughts, down to a dangerous point again.

Painting, it turns out that it can be so distracting?

However, Tao Qi is not surprised at all, the realm of "fairy" is obviously much higher than Erniang, and the things she has passed down are of course more powerful than her.

"It's a bit of an insight, but it doesn't help to keep the ink on the scroll. Tao Qi entered the Da Luo Library, thinking while extracting and clicking.

The previous perception made Tao Qi understand a kind of "endless" artistic conception, which should be used in battle, and may even be helpful for practice.

It's called "endless", it's self-created, and the mental method and spell may not be counted, it's just an "artistic conception".

Extracting two book reviews, going out of the library to practice, and using the consciousness of "endless", sure enough, the true qi runs much faster and more powerfully.

The Heavenly Dome of the Inner World Realm was running more smoothly, and the speed at which the scarab beetle pushed the ball was also much faster.

Well, it pushed the ball again, and it was the size of a room again.

Finally regained his thoughts, but he still felt tired and slept.

The next day, I continued to paint, but I had a different way of thinking.

Life is indeed gone, but painting and writing can preserve life in a sense.

Even if it is a footprint, it is preserving life.

So how should this Qingshui painting be preserved?

Then draw this picture, draw it.

But how do you draw this picture? It's a little dizzy......

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and on the mountain there was a temple......

Painting in a painting, writing a book in a book, and stealing a dream in a dream......

Tao Qi pounced and fell to the ground again.

The divine mind fell even more than yesterday, and when I looked up at the sky, I was actually immersed in the painting for six hours!

And the most terrifying thing is that I have been pestle at one point from beginning to end, but I feel that I have been painting and will never finish.

Dead cycle state, if it weren't for the warning of your own "heart", I'm afraid that I would be sucked dry by this scroll.

But it is absolutely undeniable that the state just now is also a kind of artistic conception!

Okay, I created my own trick again, this time it's called "out of control".

Then I entered the library, and I drew twice, and the divine thoughts consumed were around thirty o'clock, and the clicks were not enough.

also said that the next time you open a new chapter, you can smash more gold fingers to strengthen the protagonist, and now you don't even have the idea to open a chapter.

Fortunately, there are dozens of new and old book reviews that have not been extracted, but each time it is extracted, it takes time to absorb, which is more troublesome.

Wouldn't tens of thousands of book reviews in the future exhaust themselves to death?

clicked on a book review, only to see a girl in yellow frowning slightly, and Lan Zhi tapped: "I just want to ask, where is 'Ju'?"

Tao Qi was dizzy for a moment, withdrew from the book review, and thought about it, really, the title of the book "Chrysanthemum God", at least there must be a chrysanthemum.

Originally, I just wanted to pay tribute to the green fairy, and I was a chrysanthemum farmer, so I took this name.

At that time, I didn't know that the book of immortals was like this, and I couldn't help myself, how could I have time to plant chrysanthemums.

"This writing is too much of a failure, it's better to finish it sooner, but I can't give it up......" Tao Qi sighed.

"Tao Yangui, what's wrong with you, finish thinking about it?" Qin Xian'er flew down.

"I don't have enough thoughts, I'm upset, that's it, but why does the library stipulate that every time you open a chapter, you have to consume a little more thoughts?" Tao Qi was depressed.

Qin Xian'er said lightly: "Have you ever thought that each chapter of the Immortal Book is actually an independent world?"

Tao Qi was stunned for a long time before he said, "It's true." ”

If all the chapters are in the same time and space, then the reader will not have the opportunity to read them in chapters.

Qin Xian'er said: "But if each chapter is completely independent, then it's bad, the protagonist of chapter 10, depending on the protagonist of chapter 3, is completely like a stranger, that is, there is no memory of this incident at all." ”

Tao Qi is a bit messy, it seems that this problem has something to do with his recent research on painting and life?

Life, today's me, look at yesterday's me, is it like a stranger?

Therefore, when the author opens a new chapter, he must establish a channel with each of the previous chapters, and each channel needs 1 point of divine thought to maintain, and of course, the reader must do the same thing when entering the book. Qin Xian'er said this, and Tao Qi suddenly understood.

It's the same with writing books in reality, Tao Qi used to be a gunslinger, and he felt that the later he went, the more he couldn't write, because he often had to recall the setting of the previous text, and while maintaining the personality of each character, he also had to take into account growth, and the logic could not conflict with the previous text......

It's so hard for gunners to do, but imagine how tired the real author is.

That's why there are so many bad tails and eunuchs, and it is necessary to abandon this kind of gunman.

In fact, from a certain point of view, the end of this book is also unfinished, because most of the stories will not be written about the protagonist's old death.

Even if the protagonist dies, the world in the book has not ended, and history should have continued.

Therefore, the difference between the finished book and the eunuch and the unfinished book is that the former wears a pair of pants.

Of course, if you don't wear pants, it's really ugly.

Far from it.

"I'll leave beforehand, Sister Qin will talk next time!" Tao Qi quickly picked up two book reviews and exited the library.

While meditating and digesting the book review, I thought about what I had just learned.

The library connects each chapter with a channel established by divine thoughts, so can you also draw?

True Qi can't keep the lines on the scroll, can the divine thoughts?

After digesting, the mind has thirty-five points, give it a try.

After drawing a stroke, he locked it with his divine thoughts, and then walked down the stroke.

It really worked, the strokes lasted longer, and after Tao Qi drew four strokes, the first stroke began to disappear!

But this is the end of it, Tao Qi can't take care of a dozen chapters at the same time like he did in the library.

Therefore, on the painting scroll, he could only maintain three or four strokes even after his life, and after separating his thoughts, his pen became slower and slower until he could not draw.

The talent of "half-heartedness" is not enough, and the legendary seven-trick exquisite heart is not enough, if you want to make a painting, you really have to have a thousand paper cranes.

Thousands of paper cranes, thousands of hearts, flying in the wind......

"It's all a pit, brother! I won't play with you anymore!" Tao Qi felt that most of his divine thoughts had been consumed again, and he became angry.

"This is not a task that can be completed during the foundation building period at all!"

As soon as the mountain wind blew, Tao Qi calmed down a little, the "fairy" didn't mess with the dust, would she be so boring to play herself?

There must be a way, for example, to draw with both hands at the same time?

Or, draw an egg?

I've tried several tricks in a row, but it still doesn't work, to be called a work, there must be requirements for strokes.

"Why am I so stupid, how can mortals solve the immortal puzzle with their means?

The big black pot scooped a pot of water and splashed it directly at the scroll.

It's all black, but it's all white.

The strokes are full, but they don't last long enough.

"Erniang, give me strength!" Tao Qi's eyes were red, and he took out the big teapot.

Sprinkle at the scroll!

On the scroll, dense black dots appeared instantly, and the last time I had just watered the vegetable garden, the spout was covered with an eyed sprinkler, so this is the effect.

One of the advantages of this scroll is that when the water is touched on the scroll, it will condense into ink, and it will not flow.

"Huh, the scroll is shaking?" Tao Qi suddenly noticed the abnormality of the scroll.

It is not caused by the impact of the waterline, but the undulations that emanate from the inside of the scroll, similar to the rhythm of breathing

"Is there a situation?" Tao Qi shouted, injected true qi into the big teapot, and then simply sent the Dao Divine Thought into the picture scroll.

The black dots are faintly glowing, and the scroll is trembling.

"The idea is right, but the strength is not good!" Tao Qi shouted.

The divine thought is about to fall to the warning line, and even if there is still a divine thought, I am afraid that it will not be able to satisfy that picture.

"Exhausting blood!" Tao Qi flashed this word in his mind, the last move!

The white light suddenly rose from in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be fairy music fluttering in his ears, and God knows what kind of fairy music came out.

Consciousness was confused for a while, closed his eyes and opened them again, the waterline of the large teapot was no longer drenched in the scroll, and the painting was protected by a white halo.

"Is it ...... painted" Tao Qi exhaled and sat down in the mountain spring, wet.

The figure flew down, and it was the girl with the bun again.

"You, what are you a genius to draw?" exclaimed the girl, picking up the scroll.

Tao Qi smiled: "I drew a pockmark." ”

"It's not serious!" the girl turned her head to fly, but she still couldn't help but say, "Seriously, is this painting famous?"

"Yes, right?" Tao abandoned his hand and stroked his chest, and said with a sigh of relief: "The rain hits the beach and ten thousand pits." ”