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"Miss, go back, I'll send the trash"

"No," Qin Shuang shook her head and said, "I will have to go back to get points later."

"Okay" Qin Yunxia took the folded painting paper.

"Be careful," Qinshuang reminded.

Qin Yunxia looked around, stuffed the painting into her arms, and hurriedly ran towards the residence with her chest in her arms.

Qin Shuang watched Qin Yunxia run away, then pushed the cart alone toward the east gate. He sent the garbage to the east gate, and naturally someone took it. However, Qin Shuang returned to the West District Painting Academy, got ten points from the manager, and hurried towards his residence.

When she returned to her residence, she immediately closed the yard door. Qin Shuang didn't care about taking a shower, so she came to the study and drove Qin Yunxia out. However, she unfolded the drawing paper on the desk. She did not look at the spiritual patterns on the drawing paper first, but reached out to touch the drawing paper, wanting to see the texture of this paper.

"It seems to have been soaked in medicine"

Qin Shuang murmured to himself, but she tore off a small piece from the corner of the drawing paper and put it in her mouth.

"Is this the smell of Tianhuang wood not soaked in medicine, but added Tianhuang wood during the papermaking process?"

I turned my eyes to the painting on the paper. It was a green grassland, with flowers of different colors blooming on the grassland, and dozens of butterflies flying among the flowers.

The whole painting is vivid, just like a real thing, even making Qin Shuang feel the butterflies in the painting fly.

Of course, all this is just Qin Shuang's feeling. But Qin Shuang can conclude that once the spiritual patterns in the painting are activated, all this will become real.

The grass in the painting will sway with the breeze. The butterfly will dance, and even the flowers will release real fragrance. However, Qin Shuang cannot deliver spiritual power at this time, and it cannot activate the painting. However, Qin Shuang also knew in her heart that since this painting was thrown away by Zhen Zining, it proved that it was a failed work. Even if Qin Shuang can release spiritual power at this time, it may not activate the painting.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the painting. A strange look appeared in his eyes.

Can drawing on such paper with cinnabar make the painting become real and vivid?

She suddenly remembered the demonic Taoist she met in that small village. He was a man made of paper. However, that paper man could become a person who could fight.

"That's not made of this kind of paper and cinnabar."

Qin Shuang released the power of her soul and wrapped the painting. In her soul, she could clearly sense that every stroke on the painting contained spiritual patterns, which was simply a painting constructed with spiritual patterns.

"But how can I get such paper and cinnabar? How can I understand the principle of drawing with spiritual patterns?"

Qin Shuang stood up straight, folded the painting, put it in the drawer, and then turned around and walked outside.

"Miss, where are you going?"

"You stay at home, I'll go out for a walk."

Qinshuang walked out of the hospital and walked straight to the east district. There were many shops and restaurants and other various service industries. These shops or restaurants were naturally the assets of Lucheng Confucian Academy, but the service personnel inside were recruited from the students in Lucheng Confucian Academy. The points paid to the students were also credited.

Qinshuang walked along the streets of the East District. This was the first time she had come to the East District Market. There were shops on both sides of the road, with plaques hanging on them, saying what kind of shops they were. Just look at the plaques and you will know what was sold inside.

Qin Shuang kept looking at the plaques on both sides of the street. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, she finally saw a shop with a spiritual pattern shop written above it.

At this time, Qin Shuang felt that there was no stranger to the spiritual pattern shops in Lucheng Confucian Academy. Since there were spiritual pattern painters here, there were naturally students who studied spiritual pattern paintings, so it was very normal to have spiritual pattern shops.

Qin Shuang stepped into the door, with more than a dozen Confucian scholars choosing things, and two men wearing short clothes, model yang, were entertaining those Confucian scholars. However, from the temperament and behavior of the two men, they could be seen that they were also Confucian scholars, but they came here to work and earn points.

The two guys did not come to entertain Qin Shuang, and in fact they did not entertain anyone either. They only answered when someone asked.

Qin Shuang indeed saw the light golden paper on the shelf, and pointed to the paper and asked:

"How to sell this"

A guy standing not far away asked as he walked towards her:

"You're talking about spiritual paper"

"It turns out that this is called Lingwen Paper." Qin Shuang nodded immediately and said, "Yes, this is it."

"One point, one piece"

"Tsk" Qin Shuang couldn't help but smash her tongue. It was really expensive. She looked away and asked while looking at the things on the shelves:

"Is there cinnabar?"

“There are only second-class and third-class products”

“What about the first-class product?”

"First-class products are specially provided for college painters and will not be sold here. How much do you want to buy?" The guy looked at Qin Shuang with hope in his eyes. There is a commission for working here. The more you sell, the more points you get.

Qin Shuang shook her head. She didn't know how to use these things yet. She was going back and checked the books she got from the demon. She said politely to the guy:

"I'm just here to learn about it today. By the way, do you know where to learn spiritual pattern painting?"

Realizing that he could not earn Qin Shuang points, the guy showed a hint of impatientness on his face:

"As long as you are willing to spend points to study at the Painting Academy, there will naturally be a teacher to teach you."

At this time, someone asked for the price again, and the guy put aside Qinshuang and walked towards the man. Qinshuang didn't care, but he didn't figure out why he had to add extra points to learn spiritual pattern painting. Didn't he already hand in ke points every day?

But seeing that the guy was reluctant to pay attention to him, he shook his head, walked out of the door, and decided to go back and read the book of the demonic Taoism first.

After returning to his station all the way, he saw that Qin Yunxia had already boiled water. Then he remembered that he had transported the garbage for an hour and had not taken a shower. He immediately felt sticky. After taking a shower under Qin Yunxia's service, Qin Shuang sat in the study.

Instead of repairing Lian, she took out the book from the bottom of the book box and looked through it page by page.

The one in front was still practicing Lian's skills, which was similar to what Qin Shuang knew. So Qin Shuang turned over very quickly. Suddenly, her flipped hands stopped and her eyes lit up.

"Paper-cut adult"

Thank you very much for Mengchi 00, colorful and colorless classmate 00, Fengyang 00, color aphay 00, cute little master classmate 00, Shuimu Shao 00, rushi ttj classmate , Murong Junsheng , xy50520 classmate , Fengerr , Ayaner , Oldair classmate , Wonderful words Tanxiang , listen to Ye Yu classmate , Ranger GB classmate

To be continued.
Chapter completed!