Chapter 79 into the painting 6
Lin Yi gradually woke up from his previous state of thinking, and his locked eyebrows began to ease. His loose body suddenly stood up from the boulder, looked at Zhu Moyang next to him with a smile, and said, "I don't care who mentioned these words. What I care about is the charm of this word!"
"Sir said these words is very high!" Zhu Moyang said honestly, "It's a pity that people without cultivation can only go this far in the end, otherwise they can go further!"
"Do I want to ask you a question?" Lin Yi suddenly looked at Zhu Moyang and said very seriously.
"Yes, as long as I know the answer!" Zhu Moyang replied.
"How high are you now!"
"The metaphor given by the gentleman is as tall as a small tree!"
"I'm talking about the realm..."
"Sir said that according to the division of practitioners, I should have just entered the aiki period!"
"Are you talking about the gas period on the reserve period?"
"Sir said that there is only one aiki period in the world!"
"Grass mud horse...!!"
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"Brother Lin, can I ask you a question?" Zhu Moyang suddenly said.
"Yes, as long as I know the answer!" Lin Yi replied.
"What is a grass mud horse, sir doesn't seem to have told me!"
"The grass mud horse is a kind of horse with grass and mud on its body!"
"Oh, there are such strange horses in this world! Thank you, Brother Lin, for answering for me. Can we go in? Sir has been waiting for you in the painting workshop for a long time, and dozens of talented women came with you today!" Zhu Moyang thought carefully for a long time and said.
"Okay, Brother Zhu, please!" Lin Yi stretched out his hand to show his friendship, and Zhu Moyang saw this and hurriedly said, "Sir, it should be invited first. Today you are a distinguished guest, so it's up to you first!!"
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The conversation between the two seemed boring. Lin Yi and Zhu Moyang communicated alone for a long time and finally found that this person had already been branded by his husband. Although his face is very beautiful, even more beautiful than Tang Feifei's face, Zhu Moyang is undoubtedly a blank person for the secular world and the world.
Lin Yi is not a person who can discriminate without social experience, and he will not bully an honest person who knows nothing, so for him, Zhu Moyang can even make friends with all his heart.
It's just a little, but Zhu Moyang suddenly made Lin Yi feel that he was really nothing, because he far from thinking that Zhu Moyang's realm could be so high that all the cultivation geniuses would be dim!
What does the gas phase mean?
means that the other party is a real practitioner!
practitioners all over the world know that practice is to compete with heaven and earth, and the road is extremely difficult. Every time they step into a realm is a brand-new world.
Not to mention who can reach the Qi period before the weak crown, even if he can reach this level when he knows his fate, he must be an extraordinary person.
The realm of practice is divided into five realms: quenching, bone refining, bowing, storage, and qi.
Lin Yi is at the peak of the bone refining period at this moment, but he has never been able to break through to the bow knot. He knows that what he lacks is not the lack of the spirit of heaven and earth, but the confusion that blocks the heart of the Taoist heart. Therefore, he will stay away from the unstable place and come to this world full of trouble and earth to realize the Taoism.
At this moment, Lin Yi finally realized that the painting workshop is not simple. Zhu Moyang, who has no secular experience, can reach the Qi period when he is young and frivolous. So how terrible is the gentleman?
Above the air? The existence beyond the five realms of practice? Or an unknown patriarchal practitioner?
Thinking about it, Lin Yi walked into the painting workshop, and after he walked into the painting workshop, he was still thinking about it, as if he was stunned by the realm told by Zhu Moyang before and couldn't extricate himself.
This is indeed the case. Compared with his cultivation in the Qi period, Zhu Moyang undoubtedly made the latter feel an extremely huge blow. After all, he is a person who is completely blank enough to have no common sense. Even in his world, there is no second thing worth taking seriously than painting.
However, Lin Yi did not know that it was precisely because Zhu Moyang had been painting, which made his mind reach a state of selflessness, so that his cultivation reached a height that ordinary people could not reach at the age of 18.
Zhu Moyang followed him closely. After the two entered the painting workshop together, Zhu Moyang turned to his husband and said respectfully, "Sir, Brother Lin is here!"
"Well, I have seen that everyone has arrived, let's start this golden cicada pen test!" As the gentleman said, he waved his hand and flashed a golden light, and he saw the golden light suddenly shining in the room, as if there were countless golden candles floating in the painting workshop.
The talented women were first surprised by Lin Yi, who was brought in by Zhu Moyang, because the Lin Yi they saw was just an ugly camel with a slightly arched back. Even at his age, the other party looked only fourteen or fifteen years old and extremely immature.
"Is he the one who kept you wait for a long time?" Someone in the painting workshop looked at Lin Yi and said in astonishment, with great surprise.
"What, he can make your husband wait, this is also..."
"You all say less. As the saying goes, he doesn't show his appearance. Although he is even a young camel, he may have more ability than me!" A beautiful woman shouted quickly when she saw everyone talking without scruples.
"Well, the world is really big and strange. In my opinion, how can he compare with the Lu family in Liaocheng with his appearance? Besides, he never said hello to him when he came in. Such a person without etiquette can never be a person with a true seal in his hand!" A talented man spoke slightly and said disdainfully.
"Is Lin Yi you talking about?" Lu Xiaokui stared at Lin Yi closely and was also very surprised. He asked Tang Feifei beside him.
"Yes, he is the one who has been praised by his husband!" Tang Feifei didn't say anything more and replied bluntly.
Lu Xiaokui frowned when he was affirmed by Tang Feifei, and his whole body began to be silent, but in his heart, he couldn't help sighing, "What on earth is there to praise him?"
He did not say such contemptuous words. Of course, Lu Xiaokui did not intend to talk to the young camel, and then ignored everything around him. He stretched out his white hand and grasped the golden cicada pen floating in front of him. After all, his purpose of coming here was Holding the golden pen in hand.
The golden cicada pen shines and floats in front of many talented people like wings. It seems to be a physical form, but it is not a physical object, because it is just a virtual shadow reflected by the golden cicada pen.
The golden cicada pen can measure a person's infatuation with things, can be obsessed with calligraphy, can be immersed in rhythm, can also point ink into painting, and even the infatuation of practice can be measured.
The talented women saw that Lu Xiaokui had entered the realm of closing their eyes and nourishing their eyes with the golden cicada pen, and then reached out to hold the seemingly physical pen. However, two-thirds of the people could not bear the pure power from the golden light after holding the golden pen, and spit out a mouthful of blood. Come out.
Donating blood like flowers, with the anti-eating power introduced into the spiritual world, many talented women completely fainted.
"Brother Lin, you might as well try to hold this pen before painting. This is also a big gift for you!" Zhu Moyang saw that Lin Yi had not stretched out his hand to hold the golden cicada pen and said.
When Lin Yi heard the words, he did not answer the other party's words. He just took a deep look at the floating golden pen in front of him, looked at the many talents who could not withstand the power and fell down. He began to fear who the gentleman standing in front of the wooden window was. Why was there something more terrible than his master Feng Yuanzhi? The great practitioner.
"Forget it, it's just a golden brush, is there anything else?" Lin Yi was thinking secretly, then took a look at the pen in front of him, and then reached out and grasped it.
With an extremely simple and casual hand, the golden light came from his mind like a trend, as if there was a sun rain in the spiritual world. However, Lin Yi did not know that he held it casually and let it really sneak into the painting path.
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