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"Where is Teacher Zhen?" Qin Shuang asked softly.
Luo Xiaofei raised her finger and pointed towards the studio door. There was worry all over his face. Qin Shuang was stunned. Could it be that with the sixteen paintings she gave him, Zhen Zining still hadn't understood the soul of the Battle of the Bloody Plains
"Teacher her?"
Wen Tianqiang shook his head slightly and said, "Teacher's spirit... is a little broken."
Qin Shuang was startled, and quickly stepped forward, stretched out her hand to open the door, and saw Zhen Zining sitting hunched on the chair with her hands in her hair.
Qin Shuang took a deep breath, and the expression on his face became ugly. With her powerful soul, she instantly felt that there was a faint air of death floating in the aura of Zhen Zining. This was a sign of being deeply trapped in a spiritual world, a kind of loss, extreme loss, and life. Hopeless loss.
She just sat there frozen, not reacting at all to Qin Shuang's entry, like a lifeless statue, and like a black and white spiritual pattern painting that had lost its color...
Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei stood behind Qin Shuang. Wen Tianqiang lowered his voice and said to Qin Shuang:
"Bao Ziqing came just now!"
Qin Shuang's eyes flashed, and she whispered: "What is he here for?"
"I don't know, we saw him in the corridor, and he was walking out of the teacher's door at that time."
Qin Shuang nodded, don't think about it, Bao Ziqing wouldn't have anything nice to say. He walked gently to Zhen Zining and called softly:
"Teacher Zhen!"
Zhen Zining did not move at all, as if he had turned into a stone man, and did not hear Qin Shuang's voice at all.
"Junior sister Qin, help teacher!" Wen Tianqiang's voice was full of prayer.
Behind Qin Shuang, Luo Xiaofei also looked at Qin Shuang with pleading eyes. She wrung her hands in front of her and opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.
"Teacher Zhen!"
Qin Shuang called again. Zhen Zining's body trembled slightly, as if she heard Qin Shuang's call. She slowly raised her head and saw Qin Shuang standing in front of her. Her expression perked up, and then became sad again. He buried his head in his hands again and said in a voice filled with extreme weakness and loss:
"Qinshuang, I failed!"
Qin Shuang's eyes fell on the spiritual pattern painting on the table, he stared at it for a few breaths and said:
"Teacher Zhen, can I take a look?"
Zhen Zining said without raising his head, "You can watch it if you want."
Qin Shuang looked back at Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei. The two people stood at the door with awkward expressions, not knowing whether to exit or stay. Qin Shuang thought for a moment and said:
"I don't know what level the teacher has drawn, but there is probably a lot of blood and cruelty in it. If you want to see it, just close the door. If you have any concerns, just exit."
Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei looked at each other, and Wen Tianqiang took a firm step forward. A trace of hesitation flashed across Luo Xiaofei's expression. After all, when Qin Shuang painted the first bloody plain battle spirit pattern painting, she was so scared that she peed. At that time, it was only one of the sixteen paintings, but this time it was a complete spiritual pattern painting that Teacher Zhen synthesized the essence of the sixteen paintings. She didn't know if she could handle the shock. However, longing for artistic conception paintings, Luo Xiaofei finally closed the door, then took a step forward and stood beside Wen Tianqiang.
Qin Shuang nodded, turned his eyes to the spirit pattern painting on the table, and then injected a burst of soul power into it.
"Boom..."
The entire room disappeared, and the four people seemed to be in a bloody battlefield, the battlefield of the Bloody Plains Battle. Low-level warriors were clashing with each other on the ground, the sound of weapons clashing, the heartbreaking sound of weapons cutting into bones, screams, roars...
It was not a battle between two people, but a battle between tens of millions of people. It was like two huge waves set off by hurricanes that stretched to the horizon and hit each other fiercely. There was a huge roar everywhere.
In the sky.
The densely packed high-level warriors covered the sky like hummingbirds, just like two clouds covering the sky colliding towards the middle. From time to time, warriors fell from the sky screaming.
Luo Xiaofei's body had begun to tremble, and her legs were shaking. She found that her lower abdomen was swollen again, and she felt the urge to urinate. She couldn't help but clamp her legs tightly, telling herself in her heart.
"This is fake, this is all fake, this is just a spiritual pattern painting."
Wen Tianqiang's eyes were wide open, and there was excitement on his face. His two big hands clenched, loosened, loosened, and clenched again...
Zhen Zining was just as he was before. Qin Shuang watched carefully and then frowned. Generally speaking, this painting still reflects the cruelty of the Bloody Plains, but there is still a kind of break in the entire artistic conception. This break is like a person singing, but the singing is intermittently. This is because the sixteenth generation has not been fully integrated. The reason for the painting.
Qin Shuang thought for a moment and understood the reason. Although he had the sixteen paintings provided by himself, after all, Zhen Zining had not participated in that battle. It was not difficult to completely integrate these sixteen local battles into a grand battle. One and a half stars.
At this time, the soul power injected into the spirit pattern painting was exhausted, and all illusions disappeared instantly. The sound of heavy breathing came to his ears. Qin Shuang turned around and saw Wen Tianqiang's eyes were red, and She looked crazy, but Luo Xiaofei looked extremely frightened. Qin Shuang knew that these two people were going to be possessed, and immediately gathered the power of his soul and shouted:
"wake up!"
The three people in the room suddenly woke up. Not only Wen Tianqiang, who was in madness, and Luo Xiaofei, who was in fear, but also Zhen Zining, who was in a state of despair, also shook his body and raised his head.
Qin Shuang rolled up the spirit pattern painting on the table, put it aside, and then spread a piece of spirit pattern paper. Zhen Zining suddenly stood up. She understood what Qin Shuang was going to do, and immediately came to the table and gave it to her in person. Qin double tone and cinnabar. Qin Shuang picked up the pen and thought about it. If he painted the final work that merged the sixteen paintings, I am afraid that Zhen Zining would not paint the Battle of the Bloody Plains again, because that would be plagiarizing his students' paintings and Zhen Zining's character. Such a thing cannot be done. He picked up the spirit pattern pen and turned to Zhen Zining and said:
"Teacher, do you know where your painting is wrong?"
"Yeah!" Zhen Zining nodded.
"Teacher, I haven't been able to merge sixteen local battles into one, but I can merge two local battles. Teacher, please take a good look. Maybe it will inspire you."
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Many thanks to classmate Huancheng Qingcheng (100), classmate Mengqi (100), classmate seaphay (100), classmate Eagle Zhou (100), classmate Feng Yang (100), classmate Cute Little Master (100), classmate Murong Junsheng (100) 100), Mr. Xiaokan (100), Mr. Long who is looking for gold in the book, Mr. Wandering in the Cloud, Mr. Lanyan’s confidant, Mr. Feng err, Mr. Bai Zibing, Mr. Bawang, Mr. lilwj2011, Mr. Ranger GB, Classmate Lihuo Miaomiao, classmate Wanyu Tanxiang, gnaw gnaw gnaw! Chew the book! A reward from a classmate!
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(End of chapter)