Mystery Makes Me Strong

After seeing the words written on it, the old man surnamed Yu took the rice paper and looked at each other with his friends, and then his eyes showed disappointment.

Some people couldn't help but wanted to say something, but were held back by their companions.

Only the old man with a gloomy face, after seeing it, heaved a long sigh:

"If 30 years earlier, Mr. Wang could have insisted on following the instructions written above, he wouldn't have bothered the immortals today."

Mu Tianming said lightly: "Okay, Changsheng Fangzi has been given to you, you can please."

At this time, Ertong Yunrui and Yunqing, upon hearing the words, came over and stretched out his hands to invite these old men.

The old man surnamed Yu put away the rice paper and was about to leave when he saw Mu Xiaofan who was standing next to Mu Tianming and blinked at him a few times.

He was slightly taken aback, and immediately said: "Immortal, it's getting late today, I'm old and weak, not to mention Brother Wang is still sick, please let me rest for a day, can I go down the mountain tomorrow?"

"Forget it, after all, it was caused by my unfilial son, you should rest for one night before leaving." Mu Tianming waved his hand, motioning them to leave.

The old man surnamed Yu and the others left the hall under the guidance of boy Yunrui.

After the few people left, Mu Tianming said kindly to Wenren: "Young friend Wenren, the outsiders have gone, let me see how your basic skills are, so I can teach you according to your aptitude."

Wen Rensheng stood up and said: "The junior will show his shame."

When it's time to be serious, he can still be serious.

He came to the Eight Immortals Table, picked up the brush on it, and quickly drew a landscape painting.

"That's right, the texture method you used to paint mountains has already been perfected. It seems that you are really talented in this way." Mu Tianming praised.

Wen Rensheng agreed: "Actually, I also have the same feeling. It is precisely in order not to waste this talent that I have worked so hard to come here to learn from a teacher."

Mu Tianming was slightly taken aback, probably because he had never seen such a real student.

However, he quickly woke up, and immediately sent the three of them to a side hall. After preparing the teaching aids, the formal class began.

Now that Wen Rensheng has a solid foundation, he will start with some intermediate and advanced skills. As for the other two, he doesn't care, as long as he understands it, it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand it.

"First of all, you have to make it clear that the purpose of our painting skills is not to write some masterpieces of art that will last forever, but to make the painting skills recognized by different species, and then echo with the mysterious world."

"Only when this goal is determined can we achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"So when practicing, you have to feel the mysterious world from time to time, and experience the beauty and harmony in it, instead of describing the real world."

As he spoke, he drew a sketch of a portrait of a person in the rain on the blackboard.

The three of them looked over, and saw that the figure seemed to be a woman, wearing a bamboo hat, her face was unclear, the rain was beating beside her, and it was full of fog.

Looking at it, there seems to be a feeling of swaying and immersing in it.

After watching it for a long time, I feel a little creepy.

"Do you think this painting is a bit scary?" Mu Tianming said suddenly after the three of them looked at it for a while.

"A master is a master." Wen Rensheng said sincerely.

Mu Tianming smiled slightly: "The unknown is the eternal source of fear. The mysterious world is full of unknowns, which makes us fear. When painting, if we start with depicting fear, it will be easy to echo the mysterious world and refine the painting skills. into a mystical art."

Wen Rensheng heard this, and looked at Wu Shanshan calmly, since the other party came into the courtyard, he has not spoken a word.

At this time, her long and narrow eyes were narrowed slightly, as if she was still immersed in the sketch of the woman in the rain.

With a movement of his eyes, the opponent's data panel reappeared.

"Wu Shanshan, mystery degree: 0/29."

"Mysterious components: Seed of fear, extraordinary power (beginning of extraordinary physique, beginning of mysterious riding), mysterious cognition, spirit summoner, and soul container."

The opponent's upper limit of mystery has increased quite quickly, a full 6 points increase from the last time I checked!

You must know that the other party does not have a mysterious seed, which can be improved through various events.

It is false that the other party followed him to learn painting, but it is true that he wants to improve his strength quickly.

She has the mysterious profession of a spirit caller, and she doesn't need to learn mystical painting, mystical summoning, and mystical illusions before she can summon soul fragments like him.

The profession owned by the other party has already integrated relevant skills, and the stronger the strength, the stronger the effect can be exerted.

Wang Wenwen was a little restless. Hearing this, she couldn't help retorting:

"Teacher, I think the mysterious world can bring us joy. We should draw more pictures that make people feel comfortable and happy, instead of painting these scary things."

Wen Rensheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at the other party.

In the past, he had to ponder a little bit before he could see what the other party really thought.

But under the blessing of "Mysterious Eagle Eye", he could immediately see that Wang Wenwen was trembling slightly.

The other party was stubborn by nature, and in order to cover up his inner fear, he confronted Mu Tianming face to face.

Mu Tianming was slightly displeased when he heard this, and then he noticed something, smiled and said: "Naive girl, let me ask you first, China is the only ancient civilization that has survived to this day, do you know why?"

"Isn't it because we had a heterogeneous master very early?" Wang Wenwen was a little puzzled.

The other party suddenly said so far away, what do you want to do?

"Haha," Mu Tianming stroked his long beard and shook his head, "You are wrong, that's because our ancestors understood very early on that people who are not of our race must have different hearts."

"If you treat strangers as malicious first, you may lose a lot of opportunities; but if you treat them as kind people from the beginning, you will end up as natives of America."

Wang Wenwen had nothing to say about this.

With her intelligence, she understood very early on that in this world, except for her mother who treats her unconditionally, everyone else has their own goals.

So even though her mother is often unreasonable, hysterical, and occasionally stupid... stubbornly arranges her life, she still won't do anything to the other party, but can only forgive the other party.

Hearing this, Wu Shanshan suddenly said quietly: "What the master said is very true. The biggest advantage of painting works of fear is that it can alert the world in the comfort zone and let them always remember: survival has never been It is a gift from God, but a result of hard work that can only be obtained through blood, tears and struggle."

When Mu Tianming heard this, his eyes brightened, he looked at Wu Shanshan with burning eyes, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I didn't expect you to have such a profound understanding at such a young age. It turns out that you are the one among the three, the most talented. The tallest one. I have decided, I will teach you my soul painting technique. If you achieve something, maybe you can truly inherit my mantle in the future."

"Soul painting?" Wu Shanshan muttered to herself.

Before, she was indifferent, just following Wen Rensheng's style of fishing in troubled waters, but now her face became serious, and she looked down at the painting utensils placed on the seat.

"Yes, my mysterious painting technique is based on the fear that reaches the depths of people's souls. I refine and sublimate it, and finally achieve master-level skills. I wrote a letter to those people before, but they actually took advantage of it. Yes." Mu Tianming said very self-confidently.

"Cough", Wen Rensheng made a sound and reminded, "Master, let's continue the class."

"Stingy." Wang Wenwen said secretly, gesturing to Wen Rensheng with his little finger.

From her point of view, Wen Rensheng was obviously upset that his talent was surpassed by his girlfriend.

Men, that's it. They seem to have a big heart, but they are often small.

Wen Rensheng glared at her, he had always been generous. Even enemies respect each other's talent, how could they be jealous of their girlfriend's talent?

In terms of talent, no one in this world can compare with him, so why should he be jealous of others?

Alas, it's hard to find a soulmate.

Mu Tianming looked at Wen Rensheng and smiled: "Okay, okay, let's go on to class."

So the three continued to listen.