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Chapter VIII The Wonders of Literary Cultivation

At night, the moon is tilted to the west, and the moonlight is like water!

The gentle rising sun gradually rose, whitening the sky and illuminating the earth.

It took Wu Yuanxin less than an hour to transcribe what he knew, thought, and realized. The remaining three or four hours were spent describing the statue of the God of War. Moreover, Wu Yuanxin was completely lost and had no idea what he was doing!

One night, the warrior stood like a statue and looked at Wu Yuanxin, even breathing the lightest and faintest. Even the many ancestors who were peeping in secret did not leave!

Gradually, Samurai Leng discovered that Wu Yuanxin's situation was a little bad...

His face was pale, beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his body was trembling, but he was still immersed in painting, seemingly without any awareness of himself.

Samurai Leng was extremely anxious, rubbing his hands and pacing, trying to wake Wu Yuanxin up, but he didn't know the specific situation and was afraid that if he disturbed Wu Yuanxin, he might have gone crazy, or it might have been a rare opportunity.

"puff……"

Suddenly, Wu Yuanxin opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, instantly staining the several-foot-long drawing red, and he fell to the sky.

"Xin'er..."

The warrior, who was extremely worried and anxious, exclaimed and rushed forward to hug him.

"What is this..."

Wu Yuanxin was the first to pay attention to his painting results, and he murmured in his heart and fainted.

A good statue of a god was painted as a peacock with its tail spread open by Wu Yuanxin, looking like a child scribbling. In addition, it was stained with a large amount of blood, making it completely unreadable. Even Wu Yuanxin himself could not figure out what the painting was!

"The mental loss is too heavy, and the source may be injured!"

The Martial God Turtle arrived like the wind. He grabbed Wu Yuanxin's arm nervously and examined it. He frowned and said solemnly, and shouted angrily:

"How did you do it? Couldn't you see it before? You actually caused him such great damage!"

As he spoke, a fragrant and refreshing elixir was taken and quickly stuffed into Wu Yuanxin's mouth.

"..."

Samurai Len opened his mouth and was speechless, not protesting angrily in his heart.

Everything that happened in the house, including the state of Wu Yuanxin, the Martial God Turtle and other ancestors, must be clearer than him who witnessed it with his own eyes. Why didn't you say it before? Now blame him?

There is no way, who made them ancestors! Just bear with it!

"No way?! Why did the statue of the God of War escape into his sea of ​​consciousness? This is a situation that only occurs in the realm of refining the gods of martial arts or the realm of refining the mind of literary cultivation, right? No wonder the statue collapsed, and there is no specific inheritance information...

…”

While inspecting it, the Martial God Turtle was surprised and thinking to himself, then he put down Wu Yuanxin's wrist and looked doubtfully at the painting that hurt Wu Yuanxin's soul.

What painting is so powerful?

At first glance, it looks like a child's graffiti. I don't know what the drawing is, but it's still dirty.

At second glance, it seems quite tasty.

The third eye seems to contain mysterious meanings and artistic conceptions, and feelings...



Even the blood stains that "contaminated" the painting seemed to make the painting come alive, adding a touch of indescribable spirituality, which contained Wu Yuanxin's understanding of inheritance and far exceeded Wu Yuanxin's own realm.

Based on Wu Shengui’s personal feeling, this painting alone can be as effective as Wu Yuanxin’s writings on the three realms!

"A divine painting! A work of refining the gods! A work of refining the heart... Is this some kind of compensation for the collapse of the statue?"

After just watching for a few breaths, the Martial God Turtle took a deep breath and murmured in a low voice in shock, but he could not hide it from the warriors and the many ancestors who were secretly watching.

"Don't worry! With my elixir, everything will be fine. It's a blessing in disguise. It's a great opportunity! Don't say anything, I haven't been here, so everything will continue as usual..."

Without waiting for Samurai Leng to ask more questions, the War God Turtle took away the drawing paper and left like the wind.

This is the Turtle Immortal Martial God Turtle. Perhaps it is this kind of character that makes him pay more attention to martial arts.

"Come again..."

Warrior Leng murmured feebly, then looked at Wu Yuanxin with shining eyes.

Just based on the murmur and performance of the fifth generation ancestor, his son is amazing! Samurai Leng himself has only a partial understanding of what is wrong!



"Uncle Hong..."

After waking up in a daze, Wu Yuanxin groaned, but instinctively called Hong Bo, like a brand in his bones!

My consciousness was a bit hazy, but I didn't suffer from headache or fatigue. Instead, I felt a little inexplicably excited, and my senses were obviously much sharper.

"Master..."

Hongbo appeared in time like a ghost as always, and without waiting for Wu Yuanxin to ask, he said consciously:

"The patriarch has left, saying that the young master has nothing to do, but has gained a lot of opportunities. As for other things, the young master does not need to think or worry too much, just wait for things to develop and prepare to leave!"

Having said this, he paused and added: "Of course, if the young master has any request, you can make it. It is the compensation that the clan and the Wang family should give, so don't give it up in vain!"

"Um!"

Wu Yuanxin simply responded, stood up, and stretched his body. He didn't notice anything wrong. Instead, he felt indescribably happy and clear!

As for whether to leave the clan, it was just speculation before. Now Samurai Leng has made it clear directly. It seems that the clan has made a decision!

"Uncle Hong! Help me investigate the specific situation of my fourth uncle (Samurai Yu), including his family members. Also, collect the major events in the world and the affairs of the world. If you are not sure, go directly to your father!"

After pondering for a moment, Wu Yuanxin gave instructions to Hong Bo and walked out.

"Yes!" Uncle Hong's doubts flashed away, but he didn't ask anything and readily agreed.

The daughter of the warrior Xun was the first female emperor in Chinese history, Wu Zetian, Wu Fu and Wu Meiniang.

If this world conforms to Chinese history, the current empress should be the second daughter of her fourth uncle and the biological sister of Wu Shun, the "Flower of the Wu Family". Because she was born to the Yang family, a concubine of the warrior Yun, her life is not good now.



While thinking about it, Wu Yuanxin came to the courtyard, stretched his fists and feet, calmed down and was about to practice "Martial Arts", but found...

My mental power has become several times stronger inexplicably, and has almost become a substance. I can easily penetrate into the mysterious upper dantian with the help of my fingers. Only literary cultivators can touch the upper dantian... The Mansion of the Yintang Hidden God, that is,

Commonly known as the sea of ​​consciousness.

More importantly, in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, a thousand-armed god statue stands proudly in the center. Its facial features are blurred, but its shape is clear. It is a manifestation of the ethereal spiritual power that has been condensed to a certain extent and is about to be realized!

"What's going on? Neither my predecessor nor myself have practiced the art of literary cultivation. We haven't studied it yet..."

Wu Yuanxin was a little stunned and suddenly realized.

"No wonder just now my mind was like lightning. I figured out and understood all kinds of complicated relationships so quickly, and ordered Uncle Hong to do things. It turns out that my mental power has skyrocketed..."

Wu Yuanxin somewhat understood the mystery of literary cultivation.

The stronger the mental power, the stronger the thinking ability, and the faster the thinking speed, including logical thinking, image thinking, intuitive thinking, reasoning thinking, inspirational thinking, etc., it is naturally stronger!

Of course, this is just the beginning, just the most basic secret!

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