Chapter 183 Completed

After giving the three-color magic core to the old man, Dingyang turned his eyes to Chu Menger.

He walked to Chu Menger, took out the colorful pearl from his arms and said, "Meng'er, take this pearl!"

"In addition, there is a space ring, which is obtained by my brother from Chu Wuyu. There are things you need. I used to worry that your strength is weak and can't keep the things inside, but now that there are seniors here, I don't worry about it."

"No, I don't want this bead. This is what you use to save your life..."

Suddenly, Chu Menger's mouth was blocked by Dingyang, and it was blocked by his mouth.

"Cough..." The old man coughed twice and pulled Qian'er up.

"Silly girl, I'm learning the skills of puppets here now, and I can't use this colorful exquisite bead. Besides, the colorful armor is also female. I don't want to use it." Dingyang persuaded him.

Colorful armor.

When Dingyang saw it, he thought of Chu Menger. Nothing is more suitable for Chu Menger than colorful armor.

"Well, I'll take care of it for you first." Chu Menger just accepted it.

The quietness has been restored in the secret room. Because the room is inlaid with countless luminous stones, it is not dark inside.

"Wow... draw a picture? Brother's specialty is good." Dingyang sat down cross-legged, eliminated distracting thoughts in turn, and restored the body's function to its peak state.

An hour later, Dingyang slowly got up.

There are many various drawing tools in the secret room. Dingyang chose something for his own use, then put it on the table, spread out a piece of paper, and made it according to the style of the previous life.

"Tut, this paper is much better than what I used before."

Touching the smooth and white paper, the sound of cutting came. In a moment, the paper was cut.

Prepare paper and other tools, Dingyang dismantled the puppet again, dividing the puppet into several major systems, and the parts of each system were placed together in an orderly manner.

"This seems to be a tool for measuring shortcomings. What can I do?" Dingyang muttered.

Because the old man did not tell the data of the puppet's parts, Dingyang had to measure it by himself and then paint it.

"Hey, Brother Yang, use your spiritual sense. The measurement effect of spiritual consciousness is not weaker than those electronic measurement tools in your previous life." Dingding reminded him, and also passed on how to use spiritual measurement to Dingyang.

"Oh? So..." Dingyang suddenly realized.

The problem has been solved, and the next step is to enter the role, "Start from the head."

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In the wooden house, the old man is seriously understanding the mystery of the spiritual spirit of the Taoist tripod, but Chu Menger is entangled beside him.

"Old man, when will Brother Yang finish? It's been ten days. Can I go in and have a look? Chu Menger said impatiently.

"No, if you go in, he can't draw." The old man woke up and shook his head.

Chu Menger had a bitter face and suddenly became irritable.

Since Dingyang began to paint in the secret room, Chu Menger has never seen Dingyang again. In addition to practicing and ** Chu Tuan's group of people, she pestered the old people every day.

"Alas... little girl, you'd better spend more time practicing. Your talent is no worse than that of that boy."

The old man sighed, Chu Menger had never practiced seriously, which was really a waste of her talent.

"Hmm! I want you to take care of it! Grandma doesn't want to live such a boring life. Besides, didn't you give me a few puppets at the peak of the Green King? With them, no one dares to bully their aunt. Chu Menger said angrily.

For ten days, the old man was also entangled by Chu Menger, so he took out five puppets to let him understand it carefully, but he didn't expect Chu Menger to play for a while and throw it aside.

"Cough... little girl, your strength is too low to stimulate the puppet. What will you let them take to protect you? If you meet a powerful person, the puppet will become a sharp weapon for others. The old man shook his head.

The puppet at the peak level of the Green King also needs corresponding strength to promote it.

The puppet does not have the ability to practice, but is just a tool, just like a sword. The powerful person shoots out a knife to kill people, which is horrible, but the weak can only rely on the sharpness of the sword to kill, and the power is much lower.

The aura consumed by the puppet attack at the peak level of the Green King is also an astronomical figure. If there is no suitable strength, it is estimated that the fighting spirit will be exhausted. How can we fight?

However, he has installed high-level magic cores in Chu Menger's puppets, which can ensure that there is no problem for these puppets to move.

But this also involves a problem. If these puppets are controlled by others, it is not a good thing.

Unfortunately, Chu Menger's cultivation is too low to refine these puppets and completely integrate them with him.

"That can only say that your puppet refining technology is too poor..." Chu Menger curled her lips and said contemptuously.

The old man shook his head helplessly. Every time he said this, Chu Menger had this expression.

Dongdong!

"Old man, listen, what's the sound? Is Brother Yang coming out? Chu Menger jumped up excitedly and shook the old man's arm.

Huh? Did he give up? The old man's eyebrows suddenly frowned and his face was a little heavy.

It's a pity to find a good blank. It would be a pity to give up like this.

"Old man, let Brother Yang out quickly."

When Chu Menger saw that the old man did not move, she immediately did not follow.

"Alas...that's all, there is no fate." The old man sighed, his feet moved slightly, and the door of the secret room was opened.

"Brother Yang, come up quickly." Chu Menger lay at the mouth of the cave and shouted.

"Ha ha, Menger, do you miss me?" Dingyang's bright voice came from the secret room.

"Bah! Who misses you..." Chu Menger's face turned red with shame.

Dingyang's figure appeared in the wooden house.

"Alas...Ding boy, how many pictures have you drawn?" The old man shook his head and asked.

"Hmm! Old man, Brother Yang just draws a picture, and you have to accept him. You didn't teach him anything, just let him draw those boring pictures. It's really abominable. Chu Menger said with a bad face.

"Ha ha, Menger, you can't do this to the teacher." Dingyang smiled.

"Say, how much did you draw? If there are a thousand, I will accept you." The old man's eyes suddenly became firm.

"Cough... Senior, why didn't you say it earlier?" Dingyang coughed several times and had a rageous impulse.

"Alas... Well, it seems that we are also predestined to be apprentices. You go, the five puppets I gave to the little girl. Take good care of them. The old man waved his hand and looked a little lonely.

Dingyang looked at the old man with a strange face and suddenly laughed and said, "Teacher, I didn't say how many pictures I drew. Is your judgment too arbitrary?"

Huh? Do you have enough to draw a thousand pairs? The old man asked in surprise.

However, this is also a trace of expectation in his heart. He knows that it takes a long time for him to perfectly express each part.

Ten days.

He can only draw 2,000 paintings. If he wants to draw more quickly, he needs to improve his painting method. How difficult is it to improve his painting method?

On the continent of war spirit, there are puppet refiners, pharmacists and prescriptions, which are the three inheritances of ancient times. After thousands of years of inheritance, painting has become a taboo forbidden in various genres...

The painting method he inherited is also a secret, which is also the reason why he did not teach Dingyang. Only when he officially becomes his disciple can he be qualified to learn.

"These parts are not difficult to draw. Ten days of sleepless painting, disciples live up to their mission, and all of them are completed." Dingyang said lightly.

Shocking and dull.

The old man stared at Dingyang in a daze, and the unbelievable color in his eyes was extremely obvious.

"Kid, don't lie to me. If your painting doesn't meet my requirements, don't blame me for being rude." The old man said with a black face and angrily.

"Ha ha, why is this difficult? The teacher can go down and watch it carefully." Dingyang said with a cheerful smile.

Dingyang believes that his work will be recognized by the old man. His painting method is the national standard painting of the world's largest country in the previous life, which is not only concise and beautiful, but also can perfectly express all the information of the parts.

For ten days, Dingyang has not stopped resting. The whole person entered a fixed atmosphere. Time has passed quickly, and more than 10,000 parts and assembly drawings were born in his hands.

"Hmm!" The old man snorted coldly and floated away.

"Bad guy, you didn't lie, did you? That old guy is very picky. His aunt has been begging him for ten days, but it has no effect at all. Chu Menger frowned.

The old man said that he wanted to draw something for three or four months, and Dingyang would finish it in ten days. For a while, Chu Menger was also a little uncertain.

However, she still believes in Dingyang, because she is still relatively clear about Dingyang's character. Although she is sometimes a rogue and likes to bully her, Dingyang has never deceived him in serious business.

"Ha ha, don't you believe in my brother's ability?" Dingyang asked with great interest.

"Well, I believe you..."

Chu Menger's firm appearance shocked Dingyang. This feeling of being trusted is really wonderful.

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