"This painting ......"

Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, looked at the scroll in his hand, and felt the past, and his heart jumped.

He caught the faint pulses in the scroll, like a pulse, almost impossible to detect unless he looked closely.

The thought of "painting into a fine scroll?" flashed in Qiu Yan's heart, making him a little surprised, since the birth of this painting, Qiu Yan has participated in almost the whole process, but he did not expect such a change.

The person who painted, just an ordinary weak scholar, even if he was talented, but he almost exhausted his mental strength, and injected his spirit into the painting, if it wasn't for Qiu Yan to help in time, it would be inevitable that the oil would run out of oil and the lamp would be dry, and it would be difficult to even enter the underworld.

"How can such a painting, from the hands of mortals, be born less than an hour ago?"

Looking at the painting in his hand, Qiu Yan's perception enveloped and surrounded it, quickly analyzed it, and soon discovered that the consciousness in it was slowly condensing and growing.

It's a faint consciousness that exudes a sense of tenacity.

"The attack on the jade sword technique, the eight-character ancient seal, the situation is similar, but those two things are from the hands of great powers, and there are many encounters in themselves, and this painting is ordinary, how can it also become a refinement? If you can find the reason, maybe it will be inspiring. ”

Thinking like this, Qiu Yan calmed down and thought about it without distraction.

"This painting comes from the hand of the drunk, this person is an ordinary scholar, some talents, painting skills are also superb, when splashing ink, because of the spirit of wisdom traction, preoccupied, can be said to have reached the peak of the mind, but also because of the feelings, the feelings, thoughts on the tip of the pen, a wave, is a depiction of the charm. ”

Subsequently, this painting took shape, and for various reasons, it resonated with the spirit and wisdom, and even came into contact with the woman in white who was projected, and was contaminated with a supernatural atmosphere. I have a little foundation for cultivation. ”

"In the end, in order to awaken the drunkenness, I dropped a single stroke, containing qi and blood and thoughts, and in order to shake out the thoughts of the drunkenness, they spread to all parts of the painting, although it is not evenly distributed, but it is also about the same, so that it is equivalent to injecting vitality into the whole painting. Could it be ......"

If no one was thinking about Qiu Yan, an unspeakable aura rose around him, fluttering and spreading, making the hearts of several people around him tremble.

After hearing the sound of "You Gongzi" in the painting, the bearded man Xiongling and others felt a chill on their backs, and many questions arose in their hearts, and Qiu Yan's appearance could be seen. Where do you dare to ask?

As for Youdrunk, he was looking at the painting in disbelief, his eyes were misty, and his lips were slightly open and closed. muttered an unknown meaning, as if talking to someone, which made Xiaoyu, the scholar next to him, feel creepy, and shook his son a few times. But he couldn't bring it back to his senses, and he couldn't help but be more and more frightened.

"There seemed to be a sound coming from the painting. ”

"Yes, I heard that, too. Is it a goblin again?"

"This forest is so wicked, there are so many weirdness!"

I didn't dare to ask Qiu Yan, but I didn't have too many scruples about each other, and a few people talked in a low voice, with a sense of panic, such as the man in brocade had the idea of turning around and running away, but because of Qiu Yan's presence, it was not easy to do.

As they spoke, their eyes slowly focused on the painting, and the more they looked at it, the more furious they became, and faintly, they seemed to be able to see a woman in white, staring at themselves expressionlessly.

Cold sweat flowed down the foreheads of several people, and even Hu Qi and Dai Guo were affected by this oppressive atmosphere, and they also felt a little uncomfortable, and their scalps were numb.

But the change in their mentality did not have the slightest effect on Qiu Yan, while recalling the previous scene, he used the incense fire mind to simulate the reappearance in the god's body, and derived many branches, which were analyzed one by one.

The speed of the god's thinking far exceeded that of mortals, and despite the numerous branches and complex changes, he quickly grasped the veins and gradually straightened them out.

"There is a drunken heart and a god living inside, there is a supernatural breath connected to the surroundings, and there are qi and blood thoughts vibrating everywhere and scattered outside, this painting is unintentional, and it is coincidental to give birth to the breath of life!"

Feeling the clearer and clearer beating of consciousness in the scroll, Qiu Yan shook his head, and his divine consciousness rushed into the scroll, and he wanted to wipe out this bit of consciousness and save unnecessary trouble.

But at the same time as he was moving, he was drunk in a trance not far away, and suddenly he jumped up from the ground as if he had a sense, trembled all over, ran over like crazy, grabbed Qiu Yan, and shouted: "Don't hurt her! Don't hurt her!"

Qiu Yan frowned slightly, and the formless true qi came out of his body, and a layer of invisible shield was laid around him, blocking You's drunken footsteps, and with a turn of divine consciousness, he found the newly born consciousness core in the picture scroll, wrapped it, and wanted to break it.

But at this time, a wave of sadness and sorrow fluctuated in the core of consciousness, accompanied by a sentence, which was imprinted into Qiu Yan's heart.

"Doesn't my father want to see me?

Qiu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, slightly surprised, and after thinking about it, he understood the reason, knowing that he could make this painting alive by igniting the other party with qi and blood, and he really deserved to be a "father", but when he thought about it, he was not moved at all.

It's just that at the moment when his divine consciousness was about to shatter that consciousness, the divine spirit was shocked by the hexagram, and the book of luck flipped in the air, sending out mysterious information, which made Qiu Yan feel a little realization, and his divine consciousness stagnated.

"Huh?" Qiu Yan's eyes were still staring at the painting, but in the haze, it seemed to have seen through a layer of fog, cleaving the waves in the long river of history and fate, and captured a picture in which two women in white confronted and fought each other.

Inexplicably, a hostility arose from the bottom of Qiu Yan's heart, targeting one of the figures, while the other exuded a cordial aura.

"This painting is actually connected to my luck, not to reduce my luck, but to a certain extent!"

Thinking like this, Qiu Yan became more and more puzzled, but finally gathered his consciousness and did not wipe out the consciousness in the painting, and immediately, he felt the consciousness in the painting show a fluctuation of relaxation and gratitude.

"Since this one has something else involved, it's okay to stay, but there are some things that still have to be done after all. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Qiu Yan did not pause, his divine consciousness turned, and he flowed in the painting, releasing bursts of sage breath.

The flat scroll bounced and twisted, and with a few "bang" sounds, fragments of intentional thoughts floated out of it, releasing human greed, and they collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

"After all, this painting is based on the embodiment of the projection of that spiritual spirit, and it is inevitable that there will be residual thoughts, which must be eliminated so that they will not be affected in the future. ”

Thinking about it, he retracted his true anger, raised his hand, threw the painting over, and was caught in his hand by You Zui.

You Zui caught the painting, revealing a touch of tenderness, and hurriedly saluted Qiu Yan.

"Since you choose it yourself, then you should do it yourself...... Qiu Yan's voice fell, and a voice came from the side-

"Please also ask this gentleman to be able to solve Zhang's doubts. ”

The words are about the long-haired swordsman Zhang Yue, with a sincere expression on his face, clenching his sword and clenching his fists: "Zhang has been practicing swords since he was a child, from the outside in, he has practiced a set of sword strength, and he is invincible at the same level when he fights with martial artists of the same level, and he can be called invincible at the same level, but this set of exercises has no guidance from a famous teacher, and there will be an end to it." In the downstream world, just to seek a way to break through the shackles, please also ask Mr. to teach me!" He bowed deeply.

Qiu Yan noticed the expression on Zhang Yue's face, and gave birth to a sense of familiarity, and Yan Yongjie's figure appeared in the depths of his memory.

Qiu Yan and Yan Yongjie met in Jiannan Road, that Yan Yongjie is a Yan Zhao person, trapped in the peak of foundation building, so he traveled the world, and by chance got "New World Experience", handed over to Qiu Yan when he was in Jiannan Road, the two have not been friends for a long time, but the friendship is not shallow, and the friendship is irreversible.

Later, Qiu Yan used the excuse of ancestral exercises to pass on a little life cultivation method written by Yin Xiao'e to Yan Yongjie, so that he broke through the bottleneck and reached the innate realm of martial arts legends.

At that time, Qiu Yan could often see a color of firm pursuit in Yan Yongjie's eyes, and this color also appeared in the eyes of Zhang Yue in front of him.

"This Zhang Yue is determined, but the eyebrows are too empty, which means that there is no immortal fate......"

Qiu Yan thought to himself, with divine power and incense in his heart, the cave in the soul surged in, filling his eyes, his eyes immediately shone brightly, like a bright star in this dark night.

When the light shone on Zhang Yue's body, the vague cause and effect of his person was revealed, but he was also taken by the vision in Qiu Yan's eyes and did not dare to say more.

Looking at it slightly, Qiu Yan nodded: "If you want to break through the bottleneck, it's not difficult, it's just that Qiu doesn't have much research on the way of martial arts, so I can only tell you some reading experience, and how much you can understand from it depends on yourself." ”

Zhang Yue was stunned when he heard this, followed with great joy, regardless of the meaning of Qiu Yan's words, he bowed again, and thanked him in his mouth.

Subsequently, Qiu Yan chatted with him about some truths in the book, which were slowly extended to the way of "knowledge and action" that he summed up.

As long as it is slowly perfected and used to learn from other doctrines in the future, so that it can be turned into a truth that can be generalized.

Now, although the doctrine is not perfect, the framework is gradually clear, and everyone present has realized the value of what Qiu Yan said, and everyone listens attentively.

For example, the Xiong Ling and the two men in strong suits heard the truth of martial arts marching from it, while the middle-aged scribes, thin scholars, and drunken scholars felt the wisdom of knowledge.

Not only them, but even the struggling puppy, when they heard this, they all stopped moving, secretly remembered, and sneered in their hearts.

"This person thinks that if he seals my spiritual wisdom, it will be foolproof, but he doesn't know that I have a seven-turn divine sense, even if a soul is locked, Yuan Ying can also sense it remotely, and these mysterious words he said are to make me a wedding dress!" (To be continued......)

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