So Wei Xi saw "The Path to Immortality" two days later, and was also attracted by the portrait above. However, she was more reserved and did not directly say that she wanted it, but used it for research.
After all, artistic conception has great research value, and the things involved in it may be helpful to the development of Qin's national destiny.
So the rabbit hurriedly added some points and drew it again, but the reason is unknown.
Wei Xi put down the scroll in his hand and said, "Let's investigate whether Zhaodi has any comments on the "Path to Immortality" published by other regions."
Her keen intuition told her that there was something wrong with what the rabbit spirit gave her.
"Also, take out all the scrolls I have and take photos to compare them and see if there are any differences with the ones outside."
"Yes." Tang Ke walked in straight and saluted, then took pictures of the portraits of Li Changsheng that were hanging all over the room.
She tried hard not to let herself laugh, otherwise she would be punished by the general again. At that time, because she couldn't help laughing, she ran 100 kilometers in two hours. Even a foundation-building cultivator would inevitably suffer from back pain.
Tang Ke was very efficient. He completed the comparison in just 10 minutes and returned to the office to make a report.
There is nothing wrong with most of the content, except [The flowers fall with intent, but the water flows without feeling].
"Hey, you're just playing some tricks." Wei Xi smiled disdainfully, "Go ask for another painting. I'm very concerned about how heartbroken Xingjun will be after being rejected. The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. I hope Xingjun won't resent Changsheng and as his wife, I can give him some compensation."
".yes."
Even Tang Ke felt that his general was too dark-hearted at this time. The artistic conception required emotional investment. If the matter was true, it would be like rubbing salt into the wound. If it was false, it would not feel good to imagine such a thing.
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Zhaodi, Moon Palace.
In the empty palace, there were only Miaomu and Fairy Taiyin. The rest of the dozens of people went to practice. Not everyone was reincarnated a long time ago like Miaomu. Most of them were reincarnated in recent years and have not yet reached the level of the Golden Core Stage.
Miaomu could feel the incense power constantly gathering around him, which was mottled and chaotic, and extremely difficult to absorb. But the Palace Master easily turned it into his own use, and now his cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building, which took only two weeks.
"Palace Master, is this really okay for you? Absorbing so much faith at once?"
Taiyin Xingjun flattened his chest and said, "I definitely wouldn't dare to do this before, but I've learned a few tricks from that foot-washing maid over the years. I know a lot about incense, and this little bit of faith can't hurt me."
You have to know that the foot-washing maid had already reached the level of Nascent Soul through faith, and at that time she didn't even have a golden elixir. Of course, this Nascent Soul cultivation couldn't be used at all, because the two of them were exhausted from trying their best to resist the poison of incense.
The fact that she could use her foundation-building cultivation to resist the poisonous effects of incense at the Nascent Soul level was enough to show how highly skilled the foot-washing maid was in this art.
"Do you want to try it?"
"No." Miaomu shook her head without even thinking. She didn't have the ability of the palace master.
People always focus on the small group of people at the top, ignoring the fact that most reincarnated people cannot reach a new realm per day. Reincarnation in the Jindan stage is basically negligible, just like buying a lottery ticket. Most Yuanying stage reincarnated people will reach a high level of cultivation within three years in the current environment. Within two years, they will be the best among Yuanying stage, and within one year, they will basically be the patent of Huashen.
Faith is something that only a very small number of people with great magical powers can handle, and many people are very cautious when they come into contact with incense. Many members of the White Lotus Club only use incense to make a one-time incarnation, and very few people use it to restore their strength.
"By the way, Palace Master, did you draw this portrait wrong?" Miaomu pointed at the ink painting in front of him. After giving away two paintings, the Palace Master drew another one for himself and added some movements that were not in the original.
For example, in the original version, the immortal would flick his finger to send the pill into the palace master's mouth. The painting in front of him shows the palace master lying in the arms of the immortal, the two of them looking at each other lovingly, and then the immortal fed her the pill with his mouth.
In the words of the palace master, it was just a simple artistic processing. Fortunately, this artistic processing was not released to the public.
Of course this is not the point. The point is that the immortal in the painting was injured too seriously.
In Miaomu's memory, the immortal seemed to be a little weak, but he was not covered in wounds, and his clothes were not torn. But how could a living immortal be injured so badly?
Miaomu didn't believe this, and no one living in that era would believe it either.
"Hey, do you understand artistic processing?" Fairy Taiyin glared at Miaomu, pretending to be serious with her beautiful and delicate features, and slammed the table and said, "How can I show how much the immortal loves me if I don't draw it like this? Just imagine the immortal punching the Demon Abyss and kicking the Heavenly Tribulation, and then feeding me the Heaven-stealing Creation Pill like feeding me candy beans. This doesn't show how much the immortal values me at all."
But this is the fact, and the immortal had no sexual desire for you at that time, at most it was just a feeling of care or friendship.
Miaomu naturally did not dare to expose the palace master. She turned her head to look at the portrait. It was indeed tragic, but it was different from the living immortals she knew.
Fairy Taiyin rolled up her sleeves, held the brush in her hand, and said, "Yu'er, tell me in detail the scene of you going to ask the immortal for help that day. I want to draw a remake."
"All right."
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The Demon-Suppressing Peak was originally an unknown mountain, but it got its name due to the appearance of the Demon Abyss.
At first, it was called Wangsheng Mountain, implying the mountain leading to the holy and virtuous world. This was indeed the case decades ago, but since the Demon Abyss revealed its true face, this name has disappeared, replaced by the word Zhenmo.
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