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After saying that, without waiting for Zhen Zining's consent, he dipped his hands in cinnabar and started painting. As the pen in Qin Zhong's hand draws on the spiritual paper, there is no need to wait for her to finish the painting to use the power of her soul to inspire it. Just looking at the artistic conception in the painting makes Zhen Zining feel grand, bloody, fearful, shocking, etc. All kinds of emotions. Zhen Zining's body began to tremble slightly, and two sparks danced in his dazed eyes. Those two sparks instantly formed a prairie fire, and his eyes became radiant.
The hearts of Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei were trembling constantly, as if the paintings written by Qin Shuang were coming to life, and they would jump out of the paintings without using the power of their souls to inspire them.
At this time, the scenes in Qin Shuang's paintings were unfolding rapidly. They seemed to hear the clashing of weapons like a storm, as if they heard the horns constantly sounding on the battlefield, as if they heard the wails on the battlefield...
It was as if they saw a tidal wave of enemies rushing towards them, stopping their breathing.
At this time, Qin Shuang was drawing the face of a warrior. Everyone was attracted by the warrior's eyes. What kind of eyes were they!
The despair radiating from those eyes made Zhen Zining, Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei despair in their hearts.
As the spirit pattern pen in Qin's hands moved, scenes and faces appeared in their eyes one after another. Everyone's expression is different, each one forming a grand scene.
In this cruel battle, facing despair and death, some people collapsed, while others fought resolutely and bravely. The whole picture seemed to come alive with Qin Shuang's spiritual pattern pen. , it makes people nervous to watch. The coalition formed by the two empires seems like two super monsters facing each other in the boundless space, roaring at each other. The entire bloody plain was filled with blood splatters and broken limbs and flesh. The phalanxes collided with each other, and the sky was filled with arrows that blocked the sun, making a sharp whistle that was heartbreaking.
Puff puff…
As if there was a voice echoing in the ears, the soldiers fell one by one, but the soldiers behind fought bravely.
Such a shocking scene made Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei almost lose their minds. Wen Tianqiang suddenly closed his eyes. He didn't dare to look anymore. He was afraid that if he continued to watch, he would lose his mind. He turned his head to Qin Shuang and opened his eyes. He closed his eyes and Qin Shuang's profile came into view.
At this time, Qin Shuang's face was already covered with sweat, and beads of sweat fell from her face, making Wen Tianqiang's excited heart suddenly calm down.
Qinshuang's hands were very steady and she was still drawing.
Gradually, the paintings written by Qin Shuang began to merge and merge into a kind of temperament. Once this kind of temperament is formed, it is no longer a combination of scattered pictures, but a truly complete painting.
That is a kind of unyielding!
No matter how great the danger, it was this unyielding support that allowed soldiers from both empires to fight one after another. Every soldier has a belief in his heart, that is to move forward!
As long as there is one person, their mission is to move forward.
The shock from the picture made Zhen Zining's whole body tremble. He seemed to see an increasingly fierce war, which was a kind of struggle against fate.
If you can fight, you will survive.
If you can't fight, you will die.
Fight! It’s not a fight!
This scene is no longer a scene of war, but a torture of Zhen Zining's soul. Zhen Zining's rickety back gradually straightens.
No one can beat me!
The buns can’t be cleaned!
I can't do it myself... either!
Zhen Zining's eyes flashed with determination!
At this time, Qin Shuang also fell into her own state of mind, and the scenes she experienced flashed in her mind like pictures.
Diligence before the age of seven!
Self-destruction after the age of seven!
She was driven to Tianqin Town at the age of thirteen. No one respected her, and even the subjects who belonged to her territory dared to bully her.
Wang Tianning, Wang Youwei...
Not having enough to eat every day, discovering Taoism, facing the threats from Wu Zongdian, facing the threats from my brothers and sisters...
I won't give in, I still want to see the scenery of the peak world!
As long as I don't die, as long as I still have breath, I will fight, I will fight, and my destiny will be in my own hands!
The pictures painted by Qin Shuang are becoming more and more perfect, and her artistic conception is growing rapidly, gradually reaching the state of perfection. The artistic conception of unyieldingness, the artistic conception of resistance, and the artistic conception of firmly holding one's destiny in one's hands emerged from Lingwen's pen.
write like an angel!
Zhen Zining's eyes suddenly released a light.
So that’s it!
Zhen Zining breathed a long sigh of relief. At this time, she finally understood the true artistic conception of the spirit pattern painting. It is not a simple combination of pictures, but a fusion of a spirit in the pictures. As long as you understand this spirit, you can forget the sixteen paintings and draw your own bloody plains battle spirit pattern painting.
A statue of a woman seemed to appear in front of Zhen Zining's eyes, her fists clenched tightly. Because of the excitement, his face was flushed.
Every stroke Qin Shuang made at this time reached a state of perfection. With each stroke, several people seemed to hear in their hearts the huge roar and the loud sound of the horn on the battlefield. Donnie Yen, Luo Xiaofei and Wen Tianqiang were all completely immersed in the painting. At this time, there was no excitement or fear in their hearts, but only unyielding and resistance.
Luo Xiaofei's eyes became complicated, filled with hesitation, loss, unwillingness and resistance.
As the daughter of a noble, her fate is uncertain and lies in the hands of others. She is a political means of the family and a marriage object. As long as it is beneficial to the family, the family will give her to another noble, no matter how miserable that noble is, no matter how old that noble is. He even gave her to a larger noble as a concubine.
There is no happiness in her future, only prayers for her future to be relatively decent. As for happiness, I don’t dare to hope for it.
However, this painting gave her a huge shock today, and for the first time, unwillingness and resistance took over in her heart.
"I want to become a master. As long as I can become a master in the world of painters, I will be able to control my own destiny and find my own happiness. Instead of being like a puppet given to others by the family and becoming a plaything of others. "
Her heart gradually became firmer, and her eyes took on a strange color.
Wen Tianqiang's eyes turned red. This redness was not madness, but sadness.
He is a noble, but he is not the eldest son of the family and cannot inherit the title. No matter how prosperous he is now, he lives a noble life. But he knew the future that awaited him was so dark.
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