"This painting..."

Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, looked at the scroll in his hand, and his perception enveloped him, and his heart thrust.

He captured the faint beating in the scroll, one by one like a pulse, and it would be almost impossible to detect without exploring it carefully.

"The painting turns into a spirit?" This thought flashed through Qiu Yan's heart, which surprised him a little. From the beginning of this painting, Qiu Yan participated almost the whole process, but did not expect such a change.

The person who paints is just an ordinary, weak scholar. Even though he is talented, he almost exhausts his energy and injects his energy into the painting. If Qiu Yan had not extended a helping hand in time, then he would inevitably have been drunk and would have been exhausted, and it would be difficult for him to enter the underworld.

"This painting was born from the hands of mortals and was born less than an hour. Why can it become a spirit?"

Looking at the painting in his hand, Qiu Yan's perception enveloped it, surrounded it, and quickly analyzed it, and soon discovered that it was slowly condensing and growing consciousness.

This is a faint consciousness, revealing a sense of tenacity.

"The jade-attacking sword technique and the ancient seal script of the eight characters are similar to this, but the two objects are both made by powerful people and have many experiences. And this painting is ordinary, why can it become a masterpiece? If the reason can be found, it may be inspiration."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan calmed down and began to think without distraction.

"This painting is from Youzui's hand. This person is an ordinary scholar. He has some talent and excellent painting skills. When he splashes ink, he is attracted by the spiritual wisdom and has been fully focused. He can be said to have reached the peak of his mind. Because of his emotions, he integrates emotions and thoughts on the tip of his pen and draws it with a wave, which is considered to depict the charm."

"Then, the painting was formed, and for various reasons, it resonated with the spiritual wisdom soul, and even contacted the woman in white who was projected. She was contaminated with the breath of magical powers, which was considered to have a little foundation for practice."

"In the end, in order to awaken Youzui, I fell into pieces, containing qi, blood and thoughts. I shocked Youzui's thoughts and spread to all parts of the picture. Although it was not evenly distributed, it was almost the same. In this way, it was equivalent to injecting qi, blood and vitality into the whole painting. Could it be..."

Qiu Yan's thoughts as if no one else was around him, an unspeakable aura rose up around him, floating and emitting, causing the minds of the people around him to tremble.

After hearing the sound of "Young Master You" coming from the painting, Xiong Ling and others felt cold on their backs and had many questions in their hearts. But when they saw Qiu Yan's appearance, how could they dare to ask?

As for Youzui, he was looking at the painting in surprise, his eyes were blurred, his lips opened and closed slightly, and he made a murmur of unknown significance, as if he was talking to someone, which made the book boy Xiaoyu beside him feel creepy. He shaking his son a few times, but he couldn't bring him back to his senses, and he couldn't help but become more and more frightened.

"There seems to be a sound in that painting."

"Yes, I heard it too, is it a fairy again?"

"This forest is so evil, there are so many weird things!"

They didn't dare to ask Qiu Yan, but they didn't have much concern. Several people whispered, with fear in their voices. For example, the man in brocade even had the idea of ​​turning around and running away, but due to Qiu Yan's presence, it was difficult to do it.

As they were talking, their eyes slowly focused on the painting. The more they looked, the more they felt a little scared. It seemed that they could see a woman in white looking at her coldly with expressionless expression on her face.

Cold sweat flowed down several people's foreheads. Even Hu Qi and Dai Guo were affected by this depressing atmosphere and felt uncomfortable at all, and their scalp was numb.

However, their mentality changes had no effect on Qiu Yan. While recalling the previous scenes, he used in the body of the gods to simulate and reproduce them, and many branches were derived, analyzing them one by one.

The gods' thinking speed is far higher than that of mortals. Although there are many branches and complex changes, he quickly grasped the context and gradually straightened it out.

"The mind and spirit of wandering are inside, the breath of magical powers are connected around, and the thoughts of qi and blood are shaking everywhere and scattering outside. This painting is unintentionally, and by chance, it gives birth to the breath of creatures!"

Feeling the increasingly clear consciousness in the scroll, Qiu Yan shook his head, and his spiritual consciousness rushed into the scroll, and he would wipe out this consciousness and save unnecessary trouble.

But just as he was thinking, Youzui was in a daze not far away, suddenly felt something, and he trembled all over and jumped up from the ground, ran over like crazy, grabbed Qiu Yan, and shouted: "Don't hurt her! Don't hurt her!" He was like a madman.

Qiu Yan frowned slightly, and the invisible true energy penetrated his body, laying an invisible shield around him, blocking Youzui's steps, and following the spiritual consciousness, he found the newly born core of consciousness in the scroll, wrapped it up, and wanted to break it.

But at this moment, a feeling of sorrow and sadness flowed into the core of consciousness, accompanied by a sentence, which was imprinted into Qiu Yan's heart—

"Don't my father want to see me? Is this going to erase me?"

Qiu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised. When he thought about it, he understood the reason and knew that he could use his qi and blood to enlighten the other person so that this painting could have a chance of life. He really deserves to say "father", but no matter how he thinks about it, he is not moved at all.

However, at the moment when his spiritual consciousness was about to break the consciousness, the Li Gua in the body of the gods shook, and the Book of Qi turned over in the air, sending out mysterious information, which made Qiu Yan feel a little, and the spiritual consciousness stagnated.

"Huh?" Qiu Yan's eyes were still staring at the painting, but in the hazy way, it seemed as if he had seen through a layer of fog, shaking waves in the long river of history and destiny, and capturing a picture, in which two women in white confronted each other and fought.

Inexplicably, a hostility arises from Qiu Yan's heart, targeting one of the figures, while the other exudes a warm atmosphere.

"This painting is actually connected to my luck. It is not to reduce my luck, but it is helpful!"

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan became more and more confused, but finally gathered his spiritual consciousness and did not erase the consciousness in the painting. Immediately, he felt that the consciousness in the painting showed relaxed and emotional fluctuations of gratitude.

"Since this picture is otherwise involved, it's okay to stay. It's just that some things need to be done after all."

As soon as he thought of this, Qiu Yan did not stop. His spiritual consciousness changed and flowed into the painting, releasing the aura of sages.

The flat scroll actually flicked and twisted. A few "bang bang" sounds, fragments of thought floated out of it, releasing human greed, dispersing, and disappearing without a trace.

"After all, this painting is based on the manifestation of the spiritual wisdom soul. There will inevitably be residual thoughts. They must be eliminated so that they will not be affected in the future. Since you plan to bring the thoughts in the painting to the world, you cannot leave it alone."

As he thought about it, he took back his true energy, raised his hand and threw the painting over, and was taken to Youzui in his hand.

You Zui took the painting, showed a touch of tenderness, and hurriedly treated Qiu Yan.

"Since you choose yourself, you should do it yourself..." As soon as Qiu Yan finished speaking, a voice came from the side--

"I would like to ask this gentleman to help Zhang solve his doubts."

The words are about the long-haired swordsman Zhang Yue. He had a sincere expression on his face and held his sword and fist: "Zhang has been practicing sword since he was a child. From the outside to the inside, he has practiced a set of sword strength. He fought with warriors of the same level. He can be said to be invincible at the same level. However, this set of martial arts has no guidance from famous masters, and it will eventually end. He travels downstream to the world, just to find a way to break through the shackles. Please teach me!" As he said that, he bowed deeply.

Qiu Yan noticed the expression on Zhang Yue's face, and a sense of familiarity appeared in his memory. Yan Yongjie's figure appeared in his memory.

Qiu Yan and Yan Yongjie met in Jiannan Road. Yan Yongjie was a member of Yan Zhao. He was trapped at the peak of foundation building, so he traveled around the world. By chance, he got "New World Experience" and handed over to Qiu Yan when he was in Jiannan Road. The two of them had not made friends for a long time, but they had a good relationship and had a close relationship.

Later, Qiu Yan used the excuse of inheriting the ancestral skills to pass on some of the fate cultivation methods written by Yin Xiao'e to Yan Yongjie, which allowed him to break through the bottleneck and achieve the innate realm in the legend of martial arts. From then on, he embarked on the path of fate cultivation, his life span increased greatly, and he embarked on the path of cultivation.

At that time, Qiu Yan could often see a firm pursuit in Yan Yongjie's eyes. This color also appeared in Zhang Yue's eyes in front of him.

"This Zhang Yue has a firm will, but the gap between his eyebrows is too empty, which means he has no immortal fate..."

Qiu Yan thought to himself, with divine power and incense thoughts, surging through the cave in his soul, filling his eyes, his eyes immediately shone brightly, like a bright star in this dark night.

When the light shone on Zhang Yue, the vague cause and effect of the man was revealed. However, he was also captured by the strange phenomena in Qiu Yan's eyes and dared not say much.

After looking at it slightly, Qiu Yan nodded: "It's not difficult for you to break through the bottleneck. However, Qiu has not studied much about martial arts. He can only tell you some reading experience. How much you can understand from it depends on yourself."

Zhang Yue was stunned when he heard this, and was overjoyed. He ignored the meaning of Qiu Yan's words, bowed again and said thank you.

Afterwards, Qiu Yan talked to him about some of the principles in the book, and gradually extended it to the "knowledge and action" he summarized.

This way of knowledge and action is already quite formal, because Qiu Yan was originally taken from the framework of his previous life and he used his supernatural powers to peek into the long river of history. As long as he gradually improves it and learns from other theories in the future, it will gradually conform to the situation in this life, it will become a principle that can be extended.

Now, although the theory is not perfect, the framework is gradually clear. When everyone present heard what Qiu Yan said, they realized the value of it and listened to each other.

For example, two men in Xiongling, who were dressed in a strong suit, could hear the principles of martial arts from it, while middle-aged scholars, thin scholars, You Zui, etc. felt the knowledge and wisdom.

Not only them, but even the struggling puppy stopped when he heard this, remembered it secretly, and sneered in his heart.
Chapter completed!