[The finishing touch Lv12 (perfect)]
With one clever stroke, one is reborn, and the muddy water turns into a dragon and becomes an immortal.
Lu Bei learned the "Pointing Eyes Technique" and spent 2 billion talents to directly max out his skills.
There was no joy of achieving my Tao, nor was there any sublimation of reaching the Tao through extreme emotion. It was just that my fingers were itching, so I took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone to test the result.
After a few strokes of the pen, Lu Bei held the pen and fell into deep thought.
His first painting teacher was Bai Jin. He started to learn painting in order to please his senior sister. Later, his painting skills were greatly improved, which came from the painting skill book collected by Jiang Suxin.
It is not abstract, but very realistic, and the highest level of perfection can be said to be indistinguishable from the real thing.
"With Jiang Suxin's painting skills and the finishing touch..."
"wrong!"
"Jiang Suxin has already obtained the secret technique of Dianjing Dao and has made great progress. This guy has been a traitor from the beginning and has always been on guard against Yinglong."
Lu Bei was painting while talking to himself. His brush moved quickly and in a short while, a fairy in white appeared in the painting, her face covered by a white veil, and her figure was lifelike.
Taifu.
The tutor in the painting was blind, so Lu Bei used the secret method of adding the finishing touch to a dragon's eyes and painted two black dots on his eyes.
All his magical powers seemed to open a floodgate and flowed into the drawing paper along the tip of the brush. The moment the painting was completed, Taifu jumped out in a misty white robe.
"It's amazing, it's almost like the real thing."
Looking at the silent life-size figurine, Lu Bei circled around it twice and used the Black Tiger Heart-piercing Move to grab the vital point.
The paper man has a poor feel. To be more precise, it has no feel at all. It is cold and stiff, without the texture of flesh and blood. And...
Lu Bei reached his hand into his collar and took a look. The inside was empty. There was an outer shell but no substance. In terms of practicality, it was far less practical than taking a walk in the Yin-Yang Creation Diagram himself.
After pondering for a moment, Lu Bei sorted out his thoughts. No wonder Jiang Suxin secretly drew on the notebook. It turned out that he also noticed the shortcomings of the finishing touch.
He frowned and injected a wisp of his soul into the paper figure.
The paper-man Taifu smiled sweetly, the iceberg melted, and the room was filled with spring.
Lu Bei: “…”
We are all one family, what's weird about that
Yes, it's disgusting.
He tried to use the paper man's body to control his magical powers and spells. After several attempts, he could use some of the magical powers and magic weapons, such as the Four Spirits of Heaven and the Five Elements and Five Symbols. However, magical powers and spells related to the physical body, such as the Immortal Sword Body and Divine Speed, were not possible.
Chi Yangtian used his special skill, and the paper-man Taifu burned himself to death in the white flame of purification, and turned into a few wisps of ashes that drifted away.
"Just a clone?"
"No, even if it is a clone, it is too fragile. The Eye-Pointing Technique is the first of the three secret arts. It can turn the virtual into the real, reverse the yin and yang, and borrow death to reincarnate. It can't be that simple."
Lu Bei muttered to himself, suspecting that the core of the Yinfeng Huangquan Sect lies in the inheritance of martial arts. He only got a single skill that was the finishing touch, so it was difficult for him to fully display the magical skill.
After all, Yinglong's paper figurines can not only turn the virtual into the real and reincarnate from death, but they can also reverse life and death and be reborn from the ashes. It is so strange that it seems as if time has gone backwards.
Lu Bei felt like he was being fooled. The key point was that this trap was originally set for Jiang Suxin. Not only did he jump into it on his own initiative, he also stopped Zhuque from jumping in, and successfully made an enemy and offended the other party.
For a moment, Lu Bei seemed to see Yinglong laughing so hard that he rolled on the ground.
"How ridiculous! You have no idea how powerful the paper man is!"
Lu Bei gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. He raised his hand and was about to draw a dozen Taifus without clothes. Thinking about himself winking at himself, he felt a little disgusted. He decided to give them a way out and interact with the real person another day.
Not only did he lose 12,000 skill points and 2 billion qualifications, but his IQ was also mocked by Yinglong. The more Lu Bei thought about it, the angrier he became. He had been in the world of immortal cultivation for two and a half years, and had never done such a loss-making business.
That's earning it back.
He took out the books from the Hualong Pavilion, activated his astonishing talents, and learned three new secondary professions in one breath, which barely stopped the loss.
Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea.
The skill books of Hualong Pavilion are basically related to these eight items. It is understandable that there are no ordinary people in the Royal Academy. The ancestors of the humble book boys were all rich and they were definitely from the upper class. The life skills taught in the academy are inseparable from the word "elegant".
Lu Bei learned the arts of playing the zither, chess, and tea, and started upgrading his qualifications. After deducting the initial investment and a loss of twelve thousand, he barely earned five thousand skill points.
Still a loss.
—
Two days later, Lu Bei returned to Xiangwu Capital and attended the imperial banquet accompanied by Yang Dian.
Because the identity of the envoy from the holy land sounded fake, no, it was because Lu Bei wanted to keep a low profile on this trip and not make it public. In addition, Yang Dian and Ji Wuhou were injured, Qin Shiwen died because of his crime, and three of the four most capable Mahayana cultivators of Xiangwu were gone at once. The last one got a rumor from somewhere and went out to seek refuge, and his whereabouts were unknown. Therefore, Emperor Xiangwu did not mention the word holy land, and treated them with good food and drink, and also gave them a small gift before the end of the banquet.
A small token of my respect.
After you have eaten and drunk your fill and got the money, please go back quickly!
Like Zhao Qin, Xiang Wu was not enthusiastic about the person who was parachuted in, nor did he have any intention of keeping him as a permanent resident, even though Xiang Wu was really short of people and even though the old emperor was really greedy for that person's body.
In a nutshell, the temple is too small to accommodate this 13,500-pound shit-stirring stick.
Lu Bei took the appearance fee and withdrew from Xiang Wu with satisfaction. He took Gu Zongchen and Tu Yuan on a tour of his territory.
The first three things a new official does when he takes office are: Xuanwu went to the branches of the tomb keepers in various countries and obtained the distribution map of the secret realm with the highest authority. He picked out a few for Gu Zongchen and Tu Yuan to eat as a starter, and picked a few for himself to celebrate.
If he encounters a gravekeeper he dislikes, he will beat him to death at best, or blast him into pieces at worst. Xuanwu's notoriety spreads quickly.
Soon, it was the beginning of July and the second player professional competition came to an end.
Since Lu Bei entered the advanced dungeon, as a local boss, he has a powerful position on both sides. His enthusiasm for players has been declining. Now he is dispensable and no longer cares when 3.0 will be launched.
Forget about the sweatshops. The capitalists are opening up new tracks and making a fortune every day. They don't need the little money from the players.
But the handicap still needs to be opened. Reputation is very important. Players must remember his good points and not lose their jobs as soon as they go online.
…
Wu Zhou, Tianjian Sect.
Xiong Chu's diplomatic residence is under construction in full swing. The new diplomat Gu Xinli has already moved in and handed in a visiting card. Everything should be done as quickly as possible, as if he is going to move in during the day and take hostages at night.
It is said that Ji of Qi Yan was very dissatisfied with this. He received eight letters a day and also left a gate for the sect leader opposite to the Tianjian Sect.
However, the country was small and weak, and under the persuasion of Xuanlong and Xiongchu, as well as the cheering of Wu Zhou, it was forced to withdraw the letter. It could only watch others eat meat while it couldn't even get a sip of soup.
Lu Bei had no idea about this matter. Sanguo was a tight-lipped person and would never tell anyone about it. He was playing hide-and-seek with the little foxes in Qingqiu Palace.
As usual, he pretended to be a ghost, counted to one hundred and started catching foxes.
Unlike before, this time it pretended to be a ghost honestly. It did not run away just after counting to one hundred, leaving the five little foxes to hide in the bushes for a whole day and night.
"It's one hundred. Have you hidden them all? If I catch you, hehehe."
Lu Bei rubbed his hands together, and his mind swept over, instantly knowing the five hiding places.
A small opening is not considered an opening.
Suddenly, his face turned over with joy, and he immediately wanted to escape underground.
The next second, my face turned pale as if I had seen a ghost and I felt terrible all over.
Bai Jin came out of seclusion, and then...
She Xuan has also come out!
"I knew you had discussed this."
Lu Bei gritted his teeth, forgot about the five little foxes, escaped underground from the secret realm of Cangqian Mountain, and headed straight for Beijun Mountain.
In the studio on Wuwang Peak, Bai Jin was consolidating his Tribulation Crossing realm. Seeing Lu Bei baring his fangs and claws as if ready to pounce, he spat lightly and pointed a finger at his forehead.
"Senior sister, I miss you."
Lu Bei threw himself into Bai Jin's arms. She was so beautiful and fragrant that he couldn't help but recall the scene on Sanqing Peak where the little swordsman fell asleep wrapped in his senior sister's quilt.
At that time, the pretty boy was powerless and struggling in the materialistic world of immortal cultivation. Only this quilt remained the truth, goodness and beauty of the world.
Thinking of Sanqing Peak, the sound of She Xuan knocking on the door in the small dark room seemed to become more urgent.
Lu Bei took a deep breath of the fragrance, pushed Bai Jin and went to do some important things, and quickly helped the man to sleep. If it was too late, Elder She would be exposed.
Looking at the little junior brother who was peeking his head out, Bai Jin frowned slightly, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and pointed with one finger. The sword talisman isolated the studio, forming a small world of its own.
night.
Lu Bei looked at Bai Jin who was dressing and muttered that she was so capable that he couldn't control her even after she took off her clothes.
Somewhere in the dark, there was a knock on the door again.
"Junior brother, are you worried about something?" Bai Jin asked suddenly.
Lu Bei shook his head repeatedly, walked quickly forward to draw eyebrows for her, and after a few strokes he began to daydream again.
I haven't heard any knocks on the door for a long time. I wonder if Elder She is angry!
Bai Jin leaned against Lu Bei's chest, her long black hair covering her profile. She closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, then raised her hand and pinched Lu Bei's waist.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss—”
"Don't think about anything else."
"Senior Sister, this is so unreasonable. I didn't think of anyone else except you..." Lu Bei cried out in injustice and raised his hand to point. It was snowing on Wuwang Peak in July and the dark clouds blocked the bright moonlight.
After hastily finishing her makeup, Bai Jin frowned and opened her mouth to say something.
A few sword manuals appeared in front of her, and she looked closely. They were the Infinite Sword Manual and the Sky-breaking Sword Manual.
Bai Jin has a sincere heart for swordsmanship, and his sword-crazy nature is not much worse than Zhan Hongqu. He is excited to see the prey and flips through the secret book. He is even happier to come into contact with two schools of Taoism.
Bang!
She closed the secret book and calmly put it aside: "It has been a long time since I last had a sword fight with my junior brother. If nothing else, how about a sword fight in March?"
Lu Bei's smile froze, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead.
Oh no, the fairy has fallen into the mortal world and her mind is not as clear as before.
"Junior brother, say something!"
"To be honest, Senior Sister, the Tianjian Sect is busy with various matters. As the leader of the sect, I can only find time in my busy schedule..."
"So, Junior Brother, you want to say goodbye to me right after you put on your pants?" Bai Jin raised his sleeves to cover his face, and was about to cry.
Lu Bei: …
The style of the girl is not right, she must have guessed something.