Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Sima Qingshan left Beiluocheng, carrying a bookcase, heading south all the way, preparing to return to Nanjun.

Tang Yimo is a guide on his way, but his relationship with Tang Yimo is actually a good friend.

Tang Yimo, this man, has no friends, Sima Qingshan counts as one.

Going south all the way, Sima Qingshan saw the scenery on the official road.

Because of the war, there are migrants migrating.

Most of the migrants migrated from Dijing, and they needed to find a stable place.

Sima Qingshan was mixed in the ranks of these refugees, and he saw many refugees dying of cold, starvation, or freezing to the side of the road because of starvation.

Faced with these life and death, Sima Qingshan was also helpless.

He can paint, but his paintings are false after all.

The so-called splashing ink comes true, but it is only tangible and immaterial.

For example, he drew a steamed bun, but the steamed bun could not satisfy the hunger, so he could only watch these refugees starving to the side of the road.

He wore a patched shirt and painted all the way. He painted the various forms of these refugees. There are various emotions among the refugees. There are bullies, cunning and treacherous people, and enthusiastic people.

Many migrant children see Sima Tsinghua painting, but they don't have much expression on their faces. What they care about is that they can eat, wear, and warm themselves. The poetic and artistic style has nothing to do with them.

The Su pen outlined, the ink changed from thick to light, and on Su Xue's official road, a life-like drifter jumped on the paper.

Faintly, it seemed that there was sorrow in the air.

Sima Qingshan closes the pen, and the whole person's breath seems to condense a little in this painting.

"The name of this painting is "Liu Ming Tu"."

Sima Qingshan took a deep breath.

He remembered the scene of asking Lu Fan on Beiluo Lake.

On that day, he stood by Mo Zhou and his shirt was flying, looking at Lu Shaozhu, who leaned on the fence to listen to the snow, and asked to join Bai Yujing, asking how to practice the painting.

however……

Lord Lu Shao waved his hand and refused to join him.

"Bai Yujing won't accept you."

"The world is so big, you can go around, maybe you can gain something and understand."

"Painting is not sword and sword. He has no powerful destructive power and lethality. However, if he succeeds, his power is not inferior to that of sword."

Lu Fandao.

Under the snow, Sima Qing thoughtfully.

After that, he left Beiluocheng and went all the way south.

In today's painting "The Picture of the Refugees", Sima Qingyi held his breath in his chest and suddenly burst out.

He, who had never been in the body for the first time, actually completed the refining of Yizang.

"Paint the road, between this heaven and earth."

There was a smile on the corner of Sima Qingshan's mouth.

He looked at the refugees along the way.

Rolled up the painting and stepped into a nearby town.

The small town was snowy.

There are plenty of hawkers on the street. Although the town is small, it has all the internal organs. Compared with the big cities like Beiluo and Nanjiang, the town is more human.

Sima Qingshan patted the snow on his body, found an empty space next to the street in the small town, put down the book box, and took out the "Drawing of the Refugee" he had just drawn.

He wants to sell paintings.

Poor artists can only sell paintings.

After a day of painting, there was no one interested in it. Although a lot of people came around and thought the paintings were excellent, they couldn't explain why. They could only point and say, "This painting looks good."

Sima Qingshan is neither annoyed nor anxious.

The city could not sell the painting, so he continued to sell it in another city.

There was a rich girl wearing a red cloon, followed by a little maid, holding a paper umbrella and squeezing away the crowd.

The girl's eyes looked like stars, her eyelashes flickered, her red lips pursed as she looked at the scroll.

"This painting has a rare charm..."

"Sir, how do you sell this painting?"

The girl in the red clod looked at Sima Qingshan and said.

"One hundred two."

Sima Qingshan looked at the girl and smiled.

"One hundred two? You poor painter, think your painting is worth one hundred two? Who do you think you are?"

The girl hadn't spoken yet, but the maid beside her was shocked.

The crowd around the crowd also made an inspiratory hiss.

One hundred two... This painter is crazy about money.

Does he know what a hundred and two is?

This painter is afraid that he has never seen so many silver coins in his life.

"Xiaohong, don't be rude."

The girl was anxious and scolded.

The girl immediately felt sad and indignant, "Miss, don't you want to be fooled by this poor painter."

But the girl of the red clozi ignored the maid, looked at the Sima Qing shirt, and the pink and pretty face seemed to have been flushed by the wind and said, "Sir, is this painting really a hundred or two?"

Sima Qingshan looked at the young girl, and he faintly felt a surge of aura in the girl's Qidan.

Obviously, this girl is a practitioner.

Practitioners born because of the transformation of heaven and earth.

"Do not."

Sima Qingshan shook his head.

The girl suddenly stunned.

"This painting, one thousand two."

Sima Qingshan smiled again, said.

The maid beside the girl is going to be blown up. Has this sour painter not seen Yin Liang in this life?

A broken picture, dare to sit on the ground and raise the price to one thousand two?

See if they are so bully?!

"Xiaohong, go back to my dad to prepare the silver two, this painting... to be determined."

The girl bit her plump red lips seriously.

"Miss..."

The maid is incredible.

However, the girl's firm look made her tremble in her heart and hurried away towards Fuzhong.

Sima Qingshan glanced at the girl with some surprise.

Smiled.

"This girl used to be a joke before. Since the girl liked the painting, the painting would be sold to the girl at a price of twelve."

Sima Qingshan got up and shook off the white snow, revealing the patched Qingshan.

The red clod girl froze for a moment, and then smiled.

"really?"

As if afraid of Sima Qingyi's repentance, the girl took twelve pieces of silver from the maid and handed it to Sima Qingyi.

Then he looked forward to the Sima Qing shirt.

Sima Qingshan finished the picture and handed it to the girl.

When handing it to the girl, Sima Qingshan leaned down slightly, leaned close to the girl, and said softly: "Look at the painting with aura, remember, don't watch it for more than one hour... otherwise, it's not worth the loss."

Sima Qingshan urged.

The girl was shocked.

But I saw that Sima Qingshan had already carried the bookcase and disappeared in the snow and on the street.

Left the crowd.

Sima Qingshan came to a bun stall.

"Twelve silver, a thousand buns, feasible?"

Sima Qingshan Road.

The owner of the steamed bun stall was shocked. Twelve silver?One thousand buns?

This man is afraid of being a fool.

Nod quickly.

Sima Qingshan handed him twelve pieces of silver.

"Trouble."

"Tomorrow's gate, distributed to the victims, one for each."

Sima Qingshan Road.

Sima Qingshan finished, twisting a strand of falling snow in his hand, and suddenly wiped in the air.

Draw a pair of icy eyes suspended in the air, staring at the stall owner, so that the stall owner shuddered, terrified.

This man...

When he recovered, Sima Qingshan had disappeared.

And the suspended eyes turned into snow drops.

Sima Qingshan was poor. He knew that twelve silver was enough to move people's hearts. He couldn't fully believe the conscience of the stall owner, so he shocked the stall owner by means.

The second day.

Outside the city gate.

The stall owner really set up a stall, and steamed buns were distributed outside the city gate, which caused a stir in this calm town.

The victims of hunger and cold for several days gathered in front of the city gate, and some of them wept with joy.

Sima Qingshan was in the distance and smiled.

Turning around, carrying the bookcase, the patched shirt swayed in the snow and disappeared on the official road.

Under the city tower, the girl of the red cloak held the scroll, and no one paid attention, looking at the disappeared back of the Sima T-shirt, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Sima Qingshan went south to Nanjiang City.

Every time he passes a city, he will draw a painting and sell it.

However, it was not as lucky as the first day.

? For three consecutive days, none of his paintings have been sold. The world thinks he is a lunatic.

In this troubled world, can paintings be eaten?

Obviously not.

Although every painting in the Sima T-shirt sells for only twelve silver, this price cannot be afforded by most people.

The fourth day.

Sima Qingshan is ready to close the booth.

suddenly.

A familiar voice rang behind Sima Qingshan.

"Sir, can this painting be sold?"

Ruo's voice, with a little bit of warmth, Sima Qingshan stunned, looked back, but saw the familiar red girl, pursed his lips, looked at him.

"Girl...you?"

The girl blushed and lifted up the "Refugee Map" in her hand. "I told my dad that I came out to learn art from a teacher, and I will return home when I learn something."

"I like Mr. painting very much. Can Mr. accept me as an apprentice?"

Maiden Road.

Sima Qingshan stunned, but shook his head.

This girl... I'm afraid it came out secretly.

In a troubled world, which one is willing to let a pretty daughter run around.

"Go home quickly, your father should be in a hurry." Sima Qingshan said.

The girl felt a pity that she didn't force her, but she bought the painting and turned away.

Sima Tsingtao used the earned twelve silver dollars to help the victims again. Although not many, they could do it within their power.

The next day after day.

Every time the Sima T-shirt sells paintings, the girl will appear, dressed in red clover, and stubbornly asks whether Sima T-shirt can accept her as an apprentice.

Sima Qingshan refused.

"I'm just a poor painter, and I can only draw some scrolls. How can I qualify as a girl."

Every time the girl didn't force her, she left after buying the painting.

Time and time again, Sima Tsing Yi entered several cities, and all the girls appeared.

This day.

Sima Qingshan continued to sell paintings.

But he heard the sound of horseshoes bursting outside the city and shouted to kill the sky.

Sima Qingmei frowned, closed the scroll, and walked out of the city, seeing a bandit horse riding among the refugees outside the city, and a young girl in red raspberries, Dai eyebrows raised slightly, the spirits were running, and red raspberries flew Between, confrontation with the bandits.

Sima Qingshan couldn't help smiling.

This girl is so brave.

Take out a brush.

The robber trampled on, the horseshoe raised thousands of snow, and Su Xue flew like a meter.

The girl's pretty face was a little nervous.

She quietly told herself that she is a practitioner, and practitioners can block a hundred, she can.

The head of the robber showed a cruel laughter, and the chopper in his hand swung violently to break the girl.

suddenly.

The girl heard a gentle voice behind her.

"Girl, do you buy paintings?"

The girl shivered.

But seeing the sword slashing, she cut off her strands of green silk, and the green silk flew, and the sword slasher and many robbers seemed to be wiped from the scroll.

Disappear.

Only a dozen overwhelmed horses were left wandering in the snow.

The girl widened her eyes.

Turning back suddenly, he saw Sima Qingshan holding a brush and smiling at her.

Pass a picture.

The girl unconsciously took it, unfolded it, but saw it in the picture... A girl happened to look forward to Qian Xi, her eyebrows were picturesque and her smile was like peach blossoms.

The girl pursed her red lips and slightly curled her eyebrows.

"Painting, Sima Qing shirt."

Sima Qingshan smiled, "Will the girl want to join me?"

...

The establishment of the painting sect was not clear to Lu Fan.

He sat on the second floor of the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion, the breeze was blowing, and the snow all over the sky had already collapsed.

In front of his eyes, the system prompts the continuous flow of words.

"The vast building rises on the ground, congratulations to the host stepping into the 4th floor of gas refining, the aura reserves reach 10,000 strands, and get the reward: Fengling sword × 2, random ten reed weed seeds."

"The host stepped into the 4th level of Refining Qi, the range of Reiki was expanded, and the ability of self-recovery was strengthened (Reiki, Soul Intensity, and Soul Intensity).

"Reminder: Reiki has a reserve of 10,000 ray, to obtain the qualification to condense spirit liquid, 10000 ray of aura can condense 1 drop of spirit liquid."

The system prompts constant shaking in Lu Fan's eyes, but it makes Lu Fan a little stunned.

Because this time the change is a bit huge, at least, in Lu Fan's view, the change is great.

"10000 wisps of aura, can condense a drop of spirit liquid?"

Lu Fan murmured.

What is Spirit Liquid?

As the name suggests, it should be liquefied spirit liquid, but it is not the same as spirit stone. When Lu Fan broke through the third layer of gas refining, he obtained the craft of spirit stone, but...

That spirit stone is just to introduce the aura into some jade or some ore that can hold the aura.

A better quality ore will probably hold ten strands of aura.

The spirit liquid contains ten thousand strands of aura in one drop.

Lu Fan smashed his mouth, and there is no doubt that Spirit Liquid is an excellent resource for practitioners.

With the spiritual fluid, the speed of training top practitioners will definitely be much faster.

Moreover, it is not just Lufan's aura that changes from aura to aura.

Lu Fan can even condense the aura in the air into a spiritual fluid!

In this way, Lu Fan's aura can save a lot.

Spiritual consciousness surged, Lu Fan raised his hand and grabbed in the void.

Suddenly, Reiki turned into a huge vortex and gathered in Lu Fan's palm, constantly compressing.

At last……

Turned into a round and crystal clear blue... like tears of spirit.

The spirit fluid contains extremely powerful energy, and Lu Fan knows with spirit... and can even detonate!

Is it caused by too high aura concentration?

Lu Fan smiled.

In addition to Spirit Liquid, Lu Fan also received many other rewards.

What surprised Lu Fan most was...

The familiar reward "Phoenix sword x 2".

This Sao operation is dumbfounded.

Heart surging.

The profound volatility spreads, the road roars, and the void tears.

Two dark voices filled this terrible extreme pressure, and the loud phoenix rang loudly.

Two red Fengling swords in the whole body floated beside Lu Fan, also without handles, like the tail feathers of the phoenix, exuding the heat and sharpness.

Lu Fan looked at the three Fengling swords and couldn't help but be speechless.

Is this the rhythm of preparing to replace his Thousand Blades Chair with Fengling Chair?

However, he also remembered that when the Fengling sword was introduced before, there was a (residual) suffix introduction. There were a total of several Fengling swords, which made Lu Fan quite curious.

A broken Fengling sword is the top grade of Xuanjie. I dare not imagine all the grades behind Fengling sword.

Inexplicably, there is a sense of anticipation for collecting small cards.

Just after Lu Fan completed the investigation of the reward.

The people who were shocked by the thunder penalty finally stepped over Beiluo Lake and rushed towards the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion with concern.

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