After Lao Dao finished speaking, I also felt that he made a lot of sense.

Because the word "favoritism" is not usually used to describe it.

It's like when I like women, some people describe me as someone who doesn't say I have a preference for women.

If it is emphasized, then it can only mean that this love is extraordinary.

"I understand, Brother Chen! If you're going to draw something next, you have to draw something that a woman will like, and it has to be accompanied by lightning!"

Lao Dao immediately gave me an explanation.

Luo Tianhe and the ants both thought so.

"What do you say about the Thunder Strike Sword?"

I glanced at Lei Jijian; this guy's been playing dead the whole time.

This guy hasn't said much since we started to understand, and he's even quieter now.

"Master, don't even think about making a move on me. Although I have lightning, women don't like me!"

Fearing I would eat it, Lei Jijian quickly spoke up, looking aggrieved.

I nodded. That's true. Although this lightning sword is powerful and can unleash lightning, women don't really like it.

If I were to actually put the lightning sword inside, I might as well just bring out a woman.

But I also feel that painting women always involves cause and effect, and it would definitely not be good if I included people I know.

"We need to come up with something that has both lightning and appeal to women!"

I rubbed my temples; it was the first time I'd ever felt a headache.

I've never had such a headache going to school!

"It has both lightning and women's liking? I don't know if women like it, but this thing definitely has lightning!"

Old Dao's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of something.

"Brother Chen, there's no time to explain! Just listen to me this time!"

Lao Dao urged me on.

My eyelids twitched wildly, and I felt a sense of unease.

Looking at the lewd smile on Lao Dao's face, I felt even more uneasy.

"A-Dao, what you told Old Chen, it wasn't that thing, was it?" Luo Tianhe asked slowly, like a riddle teller.

"That's right, it's General 100,000 Volt Pi!"

Old Dao uttered those childish words.

I was speechless. Sure enough, a man is young until he dies. Even though Lao Dao is so old, he still thinks about this kind of thing.

However, it cannot be denied that his idea, though bold, also has some merit.

Girls of all ages love these fluffy and cute little gadgets.

The key point is that Lao Dao has made so many wild guesses, and he's almost never been wrong this time. Even though it's outrageous, I'll choose to believe him this once.

"Okay, then I've chosen you!"

I let out a long sigh of relief and made a difficult decision in my heart. Now I had no other choice but to choose him!

Without saying a word, I picked up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Old Dao ground the ink for me, and Luo Tianhe and Ant started to help me lay out the paper.

I picked up the lightning sword; I knew that wanting to paint wouldn't be so simple.

First, you need to incorporate a certain sense of thunder and lightning into the painting.

If the viewer can glean certain principles and Zen insights from your artwork, then you should naturally incorporate corresponding elements into your own painting.

There's a saying that goes, "Cultural workers must be cultured."

My work is similar; if you want the other person to perceive the Zen meaning, you must also have the Zen meaning in your drawing!

My right hand was constantly absorbing the power of the lightning sword, which was excitedly yelling and almost cried out for its mother, but I ignored it.

"Shut up! If you can't get through this, you'll die too!"

I yelled at Lei Jijian, and only then did it obediently cooperate with me, as powerful energy continuously surged into my body.

I could feel an extremely terrifying lightning energy in my right hand; it was a powerful state of mind.

After I had grasped the meaning, I put down the lightning sword and picked up a pen with my right hand.

Close your eyes and begin to imagine that powerful lightning circuit in your mind.

For a moment, my mind was filled with images of lightning flashing, and I quickly sketched out the thing I had imagined on paper.

I didn't care about anything else, I just kept drawing, and at that moment, I clearly heard Lao Dao Ant and Luo Tianhe scream.

"Wow, Old Chen, your drawing is amazing!"

Luo Tianhe patted my shoulder, and I opened my eyes to look at what was in front of me.

Although it's still the same thing I remember, for some reason, just staring at this little guy makes my eyes feel tingly.

"I have to say it, but after just a couple of glances, my hands are completely paralyzed, as if I've been struck by lightning!"

Lao Dao also offered a comment.

"Don't even mention you, I'm the same way! I was just trying to get a feel for the movements, but I couldn't even master the first one before my hands were completely paralyzed!"

Luo Tianhe, who was standing to the side, also gave a wry smile.

I quickly stood up straight and carefully examined the painting.

The painting is so exquisite that I can hardly believe it was painted by me.

"Alright, Lei Jijian, come out and give your critique. What do you think of this painting?"

I also patted the lightning sword on the ground, wanting it to admire my new creation.

"How could it not be good? You absorbed most of my power, and I finally managed to comprehend some of the power of thunder!"

Lei Jijian was full of complaints, and when he floated over to the painting, he couldn't help but swear.

"Holy crap, Master, are you a genius?!"

The sound of Lei Jijian was filled with admiration and astonishment.

It seems my performance has far exceeded Lei Jijian's expectations.

"To be honest, I could feel the powerful lightning energy just by taking a couple of glances!"

If I didn't know this painting was by its owner, I would have thought it was a work of nature itself!

Lei Jijian's praise was heartfelt, his tone devoid of any ulterior motives.

I am very excited; this is a big step forward for me.

I nodded slightly and then hung the painting on the wall.

The moment it was hung up, the entire space became much quieter.

And I've become more and more grounded.

After doing all that, I took out Ji Xinglan's painting from the booklet.

This time I tried to communicate with Ji Xinglan again, and fortunately there were no problems at all.

"How are you feeling, Ji Xinglan?"

I began to inquire about Ji Xinglan's condition through that inner intuition.

"Uncle Chen, I feel pretty good. Apart from a slight tingling sensation, I don't have any other problems. As for the energy in my body, it has stopped flowing out!"

Ji Xinglan sent me a message, and I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling quite happy inside.

It's finally over.